The Naughty Adventures of Robin Hood, Part 2
By Madcat
A medieval tale of courage, lust, revenge and very strong women.


The village of Derby, a few miles out side of Nottingham ...

Sergeant Jones eagerly quaffed his fifth pint of ale. Afterwards the large,
powerful man decided to wash it down with some thick venison stew. He and his
two mates had pulled guard duty that evening. Now that Robin Hood was slain,
that meant drinking and eating as much as his big belly could hold at the
local tavern. The sergeant still kept a watchful eye on the locals. He did not
want any surprises.

His eyes also scanned for a potential target. Jones loved to finish his shift
by forcing himself on an unsuspecting peasant girl. It served as a great way
to oppress the ungrateful townsfolk.

The sergeant's dreams of a relaxing evening came to an abrupt end when the
door opened and in walked Robin Hood and two of his boldest bandits. Jones had
never seen the terror of Sherwood before but there was no mistaking this man:
feathered cap, leather jerkin and tights. He also recognized Will Scarlett and
Little John. A thin stream of stew ran down his chin as he forgot to chew.

"Rotten tomaters." One of his men cursed. The other brute just dropped his
beer.

Jones hoped to sneak out of the Tavern with his life. But Robin Hood wasted no
time approaching his table with the two other irascible outlaws in tow.

"Gentleman, these are our seats." Robin Hood announced in an odd sounding
voice.

"We were just leaving." The sergeant said, getting out of his chair. He
towered over the smaller bandit leader. But the tough sergeant had no desire
to tangle with a notorious killer. His mates would be almost useless in a real
fight. The sheriff recruited his men from the dregs of society. They were good
at intimidation but ran like girls at the first sign of danger.

Robin blocked his path. "Not like that you're not. Strip. Weapons, armor,
clothes, everything."

"But, uhm ... " Jones stammered. Robin's voice, appearance, and posture all
had an effeminate quality that surprised the badly frightened man.

The bandit's sword leapt out of its scabbard and to the man's neck. "I'm not
going to ask you again."

Taken aback by the flash of steel, Jones hastened to comply. His watch would
be flogged for cowardice back at the castle, but it beat getting run thru. It
took a couple of minutes to get out of his hauberk. All the while, the man
could not escape Robin's seductive femininity. By the time he stood naked
before the bandits and the twenty or so other patrons in the tavern, little
Jonesy stood at full attention.

"I guess they would call that a short sword." Robin jested while batting it
about with a finger in a mock sword fight. The rest of the crowd laughed
outrageously.

The sergeant flipped out. Already humiliated beyond reason, he could not allow
another man to touch him in that way. Jones launched a swinging right at
Robin's exposed head. Unfortunately, the girl was waiting for just such a
move. His fist hit only air. Marion countered with a jab to his kidneys and a
hard chop to his collar bone with the butt of her sword. With blinding speed,
she moved in and hip tossed the stunned male across the room.

The crowd went nuts. They had never seen anything quite like it. Within in
seconds the valiant Robin Hood had bested one the Sheriff's most brutal thugs.
The man attempted to stand but he already had a blade at his throat.

"Submit, vermin." Marion ordered, tired of messing with this pathetic man.

With cold steel pressed to his throat, Jones quickly surrendered.

"Now I want you and you men to run all the way back to Nottingham castle. And
I want you to scream 'Robin Hood is back' all the way to the castle. If you
stop even once I'll put an arrow in your back. Clear."

"Yes sir." The sergeant and his naked men quickly departed to jeers and
catcalls.

Robin and the boys bought a round of drinks for the bar. Marion tasted her
first ale and almost puked. How could men drink this stuff, she thought. The
intrepid girl managed to get half of it down before leaving.

"Time to steal some horses." Marion announced.

Back at Nottingham Castle ...

"You blithering idiots." Gisbon shouted. "You let Robin Hood strip you naked?
Then you ran all the way back to the castle, shouting? Where do I find such
men?"

There was no response as the soldiers awaited their fate. Of course, the
Sheriff was nowhere to be found on this night. Gisbon had the castle searched
twice. The rakish knight had no intention of sitting around and doing nothing.
If Robin Hood still lived, then blood would flow this night.

"Squire, get my armor and muster the knights. We ride for Derby tonight. And
have these three cowards flogged."

Hours later, safe in Sherwood Forest ...

Little John watched Marion with a sense of amazement. So far she had pulled
off her masquerade. Most folks wanted to believe that Robin still lived. Those
with doubts kept them quiet. Volunteers started showing up at first light
followed by refugees from Derby. Apparently, Gisbon and his dogs had attacked
it in retaliation for the tavern incident. Most of the townsfolk escaped and
fled into the forest.

Marion had them all organized. The men went into 10 man squads. The women and
kids set about building a large camp. By afternoon the camp had swelled to
hundreds, much larger than anything Robin ever commanded. Soon the girl may
have enough force to storm Nottingham Castle.

"Girl err Robin, you have quite an army building here. I think we could take
on the sheriff." Little John remarked.

"In due time, old chap. We have to fight smarter than the Sheriff. I won't
waste lives with a premature attack. And watch your tongue boy. No slip ups
with the name. I'd hate to have to put you over my knee like I did Will."
Marion said with a smile.

The big man wondered if she was joking and decided she probably wasn't. Deep
in his soul he knew the girl could take him despite his height advantage. The
way she had destroyed Will and the sergeant left little doubt in his mind. She
seemed to know it too. The girl now referred to him as "boy" and treated him
like a servant.

"Let's take a break. I want you to give me some lessons on how to fight with a
staff. Let's find someplace private." Marion said, almost grabbing his hand.
The boys weren't the only ones struggling with the masquerade. Instead she
found another oak staff and followed Little John.

He led them to a remote clearing. A sense of dread filled the larger man as he
thought about fighting the smaller female. He had seen her not only defeat but
also humiliate much larger male opponents. And worse, she seemed to enjoy it.
So Little John took her some miles away to a hidden glen that he often used
for bedding camp girls. If this was his turn then no one would get the
pleasure of watching.

The two sparred gently for at least an hour. His worst fears failed to
materialize. While Marion quickly learned the basics, she had a long way to go
before she could ever beat the staff master. The pugilists quickly worked up a
sweat on the hot summer day. Marion removed the leather jerkin and battled
wearing just her loose fitting white blouse. Soaked with sweat, the top had
become largely transparent. Little John wore only his deerskin robe with
nothing underneath. The sight of the supple beauty, her bare skin glistening
with sweet sweat distracted the older man to no end.

The couple traded blows. Marion got overly aggressive. The teacher rapped her
on the knuckles when she made a mistake and the girl yelped with pain. She
paused for a moment and leaned on her staff. The girl smiled wickedly at the
older man.

"You are going down, boy." She purred, before launching her attack. With
almost super human speed, Marion flicked the bottom end of her stave upwards.
Fortune smiled on the big man this day. He held his staff low and he caught
the blow nary an inch from his family jewels.

Little John scarcely had time to get angry as Marion followed up with a quick
over head strike. He saw it coming and sidestepped easily. This time male's
temper flared and he struck her hard across the back. The girl pitched head
first into the grass. She looked back at him with fire in her eyes.

"No low blows, this is just practice." He advised, thinking she had learned
her lesson.

Marion jumped to her feet with her blouse hanging open. John's jaw dropped as
he noted her beautiful, heaving breasts. Not the largest, but full and round.
The supple female walked straight at him fully aware of the breast effect.

"What's the matter, boy, scared of a little girl." Marion said with a smile.
Then she threw her staff to the older man. With out thinking he reached out
and caught it. Marion used the distraction to tackle him. She came low and
fast, hitting the taller man mid thigh. Little John felt himself being picked
up and hurled to the ground with tremendous force.

He lay stunned on the ground for a few seconds trying to figure out what had
happened. Then he saw her wonderful face with those come hither eyes sitting
atop his prone body. It got worse from there. His body felt wonderfully cool
which meant that his robe was around his shoulders.

Little John panicked and rolled to his knees. This just made his predicament
worse. Marion pulled his robe over his head and leapt off her foe. He refused
to let go of the deer skin as if keeping it could somehow save him. A tug of
war resulted and, unfortunately the girl had already regained her feet. She
yanked him forward and used her prodigious strength to drag the naked man thru
the high grass. The deerskin somehow slipped thru his fingers.

He knew he had one chance to come out of this with his pride intact. The man
spun around and lunged for his staff. But he never got close. The girl grabbed
his ankles and proceeded to drag him again thru the grass. Only this time he
was face down. Little John screamed with pain as all sorts of little things
poked his body in vulnerable places.

His worst fears about this battle seemed to be coming true as he lay naked in
front of the terrible and beautiful young woman. Gazing up from the grass, he
barely recognized Robin's little sister. Marion's tall frame teemed with sleek
cords of feminine muscle and her face showed no hint of their long friendship.
When she released his ankles, Little John made one last appeal to her
compassion.

"Why -Why are you doing this?" He said, his voice thick with apprehension.

Marion smiled back. "I'm doing this because you boys have grown lazy in the
forest. Too much wine, women and song. Its time you merry men got serious. The
Sheriff is.

How can you expect to take on his knights when you can't fight a little girl."

The male got slowly to his feet, keeping a wary eye on his unpredictable foe.
A heaviness between his legs told him that his opponent's nubile body was
causing an erotic response. Yet he refused to look at it. Somehow, it felt
like a part of him had already submitted to this dominant female. But his
opponent found it fascinating.

"Looks like Little John has his own long, hard staff." She jested, her eyes
fixed on its potent form.

Little John bellowed with rage at the conceited female. Someone needed to
teach her some humility. The taller man charged and tackled the nubile girl to
the ground. Just when he thought he had her, Marion wrapped her long legs
around his midsection. She arched her back and flopped the assailant off to
the side.

The girl's legs crushed his lean torso. The panic stricken man twisted and
tried desperately to escape this agonizing hold. Marion took advantage of the
distraction to roll on top of the hapless male. Little John found himself out
of the scissors hold and immediately pinned. He watched in horror as his
gorgeous foe forced his arms down, clearly demonstrating her superior
strength. The veteran warrior felt foolish being overpowered by a girl that
barely came to his shoulders. But there was no denying his fate as struggled
futilely in her grasp.

But the worst was yet to come. First the girl doffed her open top exposing her
small but full breasts. Then Marion began to grind against his enlarged
manhood trapped between her legs. Waves of unwelcome pleasure swept thru the
defeated male.

"No, don't." he moaned.

"I don't think you are giving the orders here." Marion replied, also enjoying
the forbidden contact.

"Please, no." Little John whimpered. He fought the feeling but it overwhelmed
him. The once proud warrior refused to admit it, but the idea of being raped
by this strong, beautiful woman just added to his surging lust. His body
jerked and he yielded to the unstoppable.

Marion smiled sweetly at the demonstration of her awesome sexual power. "You
have been a very naughty boy. Time for your spanking."

"What?" he said incredulously as she dismounted him.

"Every time you lose to me I am going to punish you. It will make you a better
warrior." Marion replied, sitting on an old log.

Little John had no intention of submitting to any further humiliation. Marion
had made a big mistake in that she allowed him access to his staff. He leapt
over and picked it up.

"Go to hell, she-devil." He said pointing the weapon at the female.

"That's better. Lets see if you can take me using your staff." She announced.
The girl got up and walked seductively at him.

"Don't make me hurt you." Little John said dropping into a battle stance.
Despite his earlier release, the man could not help admire her supple body
clad only in the khaki green tights. He found himself retreating before the
unarmed girl.

She came at him with unbelievable speed. The female grabbed his staff with
both hands and neutralized his advantage. The two combatants battled for
control of the weapon. For perhaps a minute, male and female locked in a
contest of strength and willpower. Little John fought with the desperation of
a man facing his worst fear. But it was not enough. Marion forced him off
balance then hip tossed him to the ground. He rolled to his feet with
surprising agility. But the girl held his staff.

"You lose again." She said jabbing him in the stomach.

Little John tried to back out of the way of the shot but just tripped over his
feet and fell ignominiously on his naked rear. Stripped of his weapon, his
clothes, and his dignity; the man scrambled to his feet and ran full speed
into the forest. He no longer cared that he ran from a mere girl. She
represented something more terrible than anything he had ever faced before.

Marion dropped the staff and gave chase. The girl quickly demonstrated her
superior athletic ability by running him down and tackling the battered man.
Within in a minute she woman handled him back to the clearing and over her
lap. Little John was too weak to resist.

The punishment was mercifully short but it profound impact on the unfortunate
male. Her blows shattered his long held belief in male superiority and
introduced him to a brave new world of sexual domination. By the time the
young woman completed the punishment, Little John could feel himself becoming
highly aroused yet again.

Marion felt it too and quickly availed herself of the well endowed male. She
had waited a long time for this moment. Her previous experiences at the hands
of the Sheriff's men left her with a jaded view of sex. But now she
experienced it as it was meant to be, with the female in complete control ...
.

Back at Nottingham Castle ...

"You did what? You burnt one of my wealthiest villages?" The Sheriff fumed. He
also squirmed due to the male chastity belt. But soon the priest would arrive.
He had sent out 10 of his best knights to convey the man straight to the
castle. He looked over at the buxom Sarah and smiled. She had scarcely left
his side during the past 24 hours.

The brave Gisbon had no response. He had personally sent at least a dozen
ungrateful peasants to hell over the past day. But he had not slept in 48
hours and even the strapping young lad began to feel tired.

"Dead men living in burned houses don't pay taxes. If you ever do something
this stupid again, I'll kill you myself. Now go get some rest. I imagine I
will need your services shortly."

The Sheriff excused himself from the room and headed down to the lower levels.
The witch had some explaining to do. He burst into her chambers almost shaking
with rage and determined to stand up to the denizen of evil living below his
castle.

But the witch got the jump on him. "Where have you been? Its not good to keep
a witch waiting."

He cringed at the dark malevolence in her voice. This cruel woman had forced
him to do things that no man should ever do. His resolve crumbled in the face
over her implied threat.

"But - But, Robin Hood is back. You lied to me."

The witch ignored his accusation. She stood naked with her legs spread an her
hands on her hips. "Get over here and show me how much you love me."

The good sheriff knew better than to disobey a direct order and knelt before
her. He immediately kissed and licked her most intimate area. Compared to his
hot little serving wench, the witch tasted cold and foul. But the lord of the
castle had little choice in the matter.

"You fool. Robin Hood is dead. His sister has taken his place as bandit
queen."

He stopped for a minute and looked up at the dark skinned beauty. Her big
breasts thrust out of her chest like twin mountains.

"Good. For a minute there I was worried." The Sheriff chuckled and went back
to work.

"And why would you be so happy?" she said, using her right hand to force his
mouth against her sensitive flesh.

"Marion, the's dust a gwirl." He said with his mouth full.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Gwirls tan't fight. Dey know noffing of war."

"But I'm just a girl and I have defeated the most powerful noble in the land."

"Yeth, but youth half de strength poison."

"I haven't taken that since the first day. Yet you serve me like a dog."

His tongue stopped instantly. The Sheriff stood up and towered over the witch.
"No potion you say?"

"No, My Lord." She said mockingly.

He grabbed a handful of her jet black hair and yanked her head back. "Take it
off, now."

The witch squealed in pain. "Yes my lord, take off your clothes."

Keeping hold of the evil woman with one hand, the Sheriff removed his clothes
with the other. She went to work as soon as the last of his garments hit the
ground. A few words in a forgotten tongue and the crab like device released.
It fell to the ground with a thud.

"I should kill you wench." He said looking into her almond shaped eyes. Her
big jugs rubbed provocatively against his stomach. The naughty Sheriff began
to have other ideas.

"Oh, no please don't, My Lord." The witch replied in a sarcastic tone.

He never got a chance to respond. The next thing the man knew, he was flying
thru the air. His body crashed to the stone flooring with bone jarring impact.
But he knew how to take a fall. The Sheriff jumped to his feet with a bruised
ego and more than a little baffled.

"How did you do that?" he asked the witch.

She advanced on him menacingly. "I studied in the orient for years and leaned
their fighting styles. Come let me show you another move."

The Sheriff braced himself but ended up flying thru the air just the same.
Rinse and repeat. The little oriental martial artist threw the big man at
least a dozen times before he refused to get up. The little room echoed with
anguished cries of male suffering.

"Please, don't hurt me anymore." He begged, cowering naked at her feet.

"I just wanted to teach you a lesson, my lord. Don't underestimate a woman.
Marion is a better warrior and has a larger army under her control than Robin
ever had. One screw up and you will feel her boot on your scrawny neck. Do you
understand?" To emphasize her point, the witch placed her dark foot at the
base of his skull.

The Sheriff simply nodded. He just wanted the beating to stop.