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The Erotic Adventures of Robin Hood

byAnn Douglas©

An unusual quiet filled the air of Sherwood Forest as the heavily armed band of travelers made their way through the woods. Watchful Knights scanned the treetops; ever alert for signs of the dreaded outlaws that inhabited these groves. This band was but the latest gathered by the Lord High Sheriff to deliver the tax revenues to Nottingham Castle. A task made near impossible by the advent of the outlaw, Robin Hood.

No one had ever personally seen Robin Hood, or was even sure who he really was. It was rumored that he was Robert of Locksley, returned in secret from the Crusades in the Holy Land. All anyone was really sure of was that he had rallied the men of Sherwood around him and had thrice taken Prince John's gold.

"I hope those outlaws do try to challenge us," the heavily armored Knight who was clearly in charge of the assemblage thundered. "I look forward to giving them a taste of my steel."

"Well said, Sir Guy," the Lord High Sheriff of Nottingham agreed. "But against a force this size, I doubt those Saxon Dogs would dare show themselves. They are after all, mostly cowards."

"You are probably right, my Lord Sheriff. It is one thing for them to harass these local bumpkins, but these are Prince John's finest that surround us. I fear my sword shall not taste outlaw blood this day." he replied as he stroked his rich dark beard.

"Death, .. bloodshed, is that all you men ever think of?" said a soft feminine voice from behind the two. "Isn't it enough that you take the very soul from these poor people. Must you take what little life they have as well."

Both of them turned to view the speaker. The Lady Marian Fitzswalter was a young woman well into her marriageable years. The ward of good King Richard, the brunette's hand had been promised to Sir Guy of Gisbourne. A joining that was to take place at the end of their journey. It was a union that she did not look forward to with much pleasure.

"I think the Lady Marian has too much in the way of sympathies for these Saxon scum." the Sheriff remarked with a sneer. "She would do better to remember her Norman heritage."

"Not to worry, my Lord Sheriff. Her tune will change after I have taken her to the marriage bed and she learns where her true duty lies." Gisbourne said, a measure of both anger and lust in his voice.

The image of the marriage bed of which Gisbourne spoke sent a cold chill through Marian's body. She pulled her blue wrap tighter in an attempt to erase the thought. A part of her wished the outlaws would attack their band. Better the cold of the grave then that of Gisbourne's bed. No man had ever touched her, and if a merciful God had any pity, none ever would.

Holding tight the reins of her horse, Marian dropped back among the other women of their party. It was easier to endure their mindless chatter than the proud boasting of Gisbourne and his cohorts. It was a small temporary refuge.

"Sir Guy!" called out a soldier coming toward them at a gallop. "Sir Guy!"

Such was the apprehension in the rider's voice that every man within earshot reached for their weapon. In seconds he'd pulled up in front of Gisbourne and the Sheriff.

"Speak man!" Sir Guy thundered. "And mind that you have reason for charging into our number in such a manner."

"The outlaws, Milord," he said in half gasps. "The outlaws wait in ambush for us, not a half hours ride before us. I have seen them."

"You have seen them?" the Sheriff asked. "I've not heard of any man who has seen them when they do not wish to be seen."

"You give these rabble too much credit, my Lord Sheriff." Sir Guy interrupted. "They have been lucky so far, nothing more. Now that luck has turned against them. We have more than enough men to see the last of their annoyance."

"But the women in our charge," the Sheriff reminded him. "To say nothing of Prince John's gold. It will mean our heads if we were to fail to deliver it."

Sir Guy paused before responding. If nothing else, the Sheriff of Nottingham always saw the practical side. Putting an end to the outlaws would indeed be quite a feather in Gisbourne's cap, perhaps enough to win him a more influential seat on the High Council. Yet at the same time, the loss of the year's taxes could indeed lead to the executioner's block. Such was the fate of the leader of the last two expeditions.

"Loathe as I am to admit it," Gisbourne finally said. "You may be right, my Lord Sheriff. We dare not risk the gold. Still it boils my blood to give up a chance to run through these Saxon brigands."

"Perhaps there is a way to accomplish both tasks." a soft-spoken voice said from behind them.

Both men turned at the realization that the Lady Marian had returned to their company. Sir Guy seemed annoyed at her presence, but the Sheriff seemed interested in what she might have to say.

"Would it not be possible," she began, ignoring the look of displeasure on her betrothed's face. "To send a force of soldiers ahead to meet the outlaws, springing our own ambush if you may. While at the same time, have the rest of our party proceed along a different path. I once traveled this road with my father and as I remember, the road forks but a short distance ahead."

"A capital idea!" the Sheriff exclaimed. "Capital indeed. You are a lucky man, Sir Guy, to be gaining a wife who is as intelligent as she is beautiful."

"There is such a thing as too much intelligence." Gisbourne remarked under his breath. "Especially in a woman."

"What say you, Sir Guy," the Sheriff continued. "Shall we take the advice of our most gracious lady. I believe it to be a sound plan."

"I had been considering something quite similar myself when the Lady did interrupt our discussion. " Gisbourne said in an attempt to save face.

"Then all the more reason to try it." the Sheriff added.

"If I might make an added suggestion?" Marian inquired.

"Of course." the Sheriff said, cutting off whatever comments Sir Guy was about to make.

"These outlaws would no doubt be suspicious and alarmed if they were but to see only armed troops in the band that followed this road." she said. "I think perhaps we might have one or two of our wagons go with the troop."

"Yes, of course, another excellent idea." the Sheriff beamed.

"I would also like to suggest that I go with them as well." she added. "How much more lulled into complacency might they be if they saw a lady of the court riding near the head of the column as I have done so far on this journey."

"It would be a sound strategy," the Sheriff said. "Quite sound indeed. But I'm afraid it would be far too dangerous for you Milady. Far too dangerous indeed. Wouldn't you say so, Sir Guy?"

Gisbourne looked hard at Marian's face. He could guess why she'd made the suggestion. It was no secret to him that she might prefer the cold of the grave to what she imagined would be the cold of his bed. It was a preference he was not about to offer her the opportunity to express.

"It is a good idea," he said, playing for the moment the affectionate groom to be. "But the Sheriff is quite right when he says that it is far too hazardous an undertaking for Milady. I would suggest instead that we have one of the servants, perhaps that girl Jane since she most resembles Marian, wear one of her dresses and ride with the column."

Marian found it surprising that Gisbourne would pick Jane for the risky undertaking. It was no secret, to those who cared to know, that he had been taking her to his bed these past few months. Marian wondered if he bedded her because of Jane's resemblance to her. Or because, as she'd heard some of the other girls discussing, Jane was in the habit of performing various heathen sexual acts. Including, they'd whispered, copulating with a man using her mouth. Then again, Gisbourne believed he was about to possess the real thing. What need would he have with a substitute now.

"It's settled then." the Sheriff said as he slapped a gloved hand against his leg. "I will of course remain with the gold as it is my duty. Of course I do envy you Sir Guy, for having the opportunity to test your steel against the Saxons."

Gisbourne again looked into Marian's face, seeing the brief glimmer of renewed hope that appeared there. If he were to fall in combat, always a possibility, she would be free of him.

"As much as my heart yearns to lead my troops in battle," Sir Guy said as he watched Marian's brief hope fade from her face. "I fear my first duty lies at the side of Milady, insuring her safety. We have an appointment with the Bishop of the Black Canon on the morrow, an engagement that I'm sure the Lady Marian would be heartbroken were we to miss it. No, my Captain of Arms will lead our troops. He is more than capable of dealing with these rabid dogs." As Sir Guy and the Sheriff selected the men for each group and supervised the transfer of gold from some of the wagons, Marian retired to her wagon with Jane to select an outfit. The young servant, only a year younger than Marian, pulled off her simple dress with abandon, revealing the supple nude form beneath it. The older girl couldn't help but look with curiosity at the naked girl. To see just how much she did resemble her. Jane's breasts were a little smaller than hers, Marian decided, but capped with much larger nipples. The younger girl was also much hairier around her sex than Marian, and of a darker shade as well.

Without even looking at some of the outfits, Jane cast them aside. She seemed to know just what she was looking for. Marian wondered if that impression was because the girl was looking for a particular dress she had once seen Marian wear, or had she worn some of these clothes before. She speculated just how far Sir Guy had carried her resemblance.

"This one!" the girl called out as she clutched one of Marian's finest to her naked breasts.

"As you wish." Marian replied to her choice.

Try as she could, Marian couldn't feel any malice toward the girl. Uneducated as she was, Jane didn't have the wits to realize how Gisbourne had used her. Or how he was sacrificing her now. That pretty dress she now pulled over her head might well be stained red with her blood before the day was over.

"Do I look all right, Milady?" Jane asked as she laced up the dress.

"You look like a lady born." Marian said with a forced smile.

The smile on Jane's face was genuine.

Ten minutes later, Marian watched her double leave with the rest of the decoy troop. A small part of her still wished she could have gone in Jane's place.

"Remember men," Sir Guy called out to his troops as they moved away. "Twenty pieces of gold to the man who brings back this so called Robin Hood's head on a pike!"

A number of his men cheered at his generosity. A larger number hoped that they'd be the one to collect.

Looking up at the mid-day Sun in the sky, Sir Guy figured that over an hour had passed since they'd split their force. The Sheriff agreed with his assessment.

"By now those outlaw bones must lie bleaching in this sun." Gisbourne boasted. "I look forward to hanging Robin Hood's head outside my castle as an example to others."

"Either that or our own men now feed the worms." the Sheriff replied in a moment of pessimism.

"Bah, like the Lady Marian you give these Saxon scum far too much credit." Gisbourne said in anger. "They might have scared small bands of provincials, but they fall easily enough when faced with Prince John's own."

"I hope you are right."

"Of course I'm right," Gisbourne bellowed. "I'd wager half the gold in my purse that there isn't one of those cowards within ..."

Gisbourne didn't have the chance to finish his wager as a sudden volley of arrows from the surrounding woods split the air. More than a score of their escort fell from their mounts, hitting the ground before any of them could realize what was happening.

"Any man that reaches for a weapon will find an arrow instead!" called out a voice from high overhead. "Although in your case Gisbourne, I'd be more than happy to put one through your black heart."

Automatically, Gisbourne had reached for his sheathed sword when he saw the soldier in front of him fall. He stayed his hand when he heard himself threatened directly.

"Ah a pity," said a deeper, stronger voice from just to the Sheriff's right. "I was so hoping you'd be stupid enough to draw a weapon."

The owner of the voice stepped out from behind the shrubs. Six foot four and two hundred and thirty pounds, all of it muscle, the stranger was dressed from head to toe in forest brown. Almost two score years, the only sign of his age appeared to be a small puff of gray in his dark beard. His only weapon was a staff as tall as he was.

"You are Robin Hood?" Gisbourne asked in disbelief.

A deep laugh filled the air as the tall man reacted to Sir Guy's question.

"Me, Robin Hood..?" he laughed. "That's the funniest thing I've heard all day. John Little is my name, but my friends hereabout know me as Little John."

"How can the outlaws be here?" the Sheriff asked as the reality of their situation began to finally dawn on him. "Our scouts sighted them on the other road."

"That wouldn't be the road where you planned to split your forces and take us by surprise, would it?" said another man dressed in red and yellow that exited the forest from the other side of the road. "And no, before you ask, I'm not Robin Hood either."

"How could he know what we planned?" the Sheriff said to his compatriot.

"It's quite simple, my dear Sheriff," the man who further identified himself as Will Scarlett said. "You should really take more care when you discuss matters of importance. I was standing not ten paces away from you and Sir Guy when you made your plans. Had I wanted, I could've planted my dagger in your breast with a single thrust."

"If neither of you is Robin Hood, then where is he?" ask Maid Marian as she urged her horse a little forward.

"He is about, Milady," Little John answered. "Watching over us as we go about our business this day." "This is your fault!" Sir Guy turned and bellowed at Marian, totally ignoring that he had tried to make her plan his just a few hours before. "The devil take me for ever listening to your advice."

"I wouldn't raise my voice to the Lady if I were you, Sir Guy." the disembodied voice that had first greeted them echoed. "Else the devil may take you far sooner than you may think."

Gisbourne studied the face of his betrothed, searching for any indication she might give to the outlaws that she wished the devil would take him. Thankfully, she seemed more interested in the source of that mysterious voice than in deliverance from her fate. "Little John, see to our guests." the voice concluded.

At that, two dozen woodsmen emerged from both sides of the road, quickly disarming those of Gisbourne's men still standing. Sir Guy and the Sheriff were the last to be stripped of their arms.

"And now you will slay us in cold blood like the cowards you are." Gisbourne said.

"Sir Guy, my dear Sir Guy," Little John said as he stepped forward. "You do make it so very tempting. But unfortunately we do not kill men who have laid down their arms."

"I'd be willing to make an exception!" cried out a voice from the crowd.

"Now, now my friends," John cautioned. "What kind of hosts would we be if we failed to invite Sir Guy and his friend the Sheriff to share supper with us this night. After all, they have made such a fine donation of gold to the good people of Sherwood. Because of this, the rest of your band may continue their journey."

Whatever response Sir Guy made was drowned out by the thunderous laughter of Merry Men. One of whom ran down the road and whispered something in Little John's ear. The tall man seemed greatly surprised by the message.

"It seems, my Lady Marian," John said as he stepped past the two men and addressed his comments to the blue garbed woman. "That Robin would also like the pleasure of your company as well. Would you care to share our evening meal?"

"And if I decide I would rather not?" she asked.

"Then I will wish you a good day and allow you to be on your way with Sir Guy's troop."

Marian turned and looked over her shoulder at the burly band of soldiers that had survived the attack. In her mind she conjured up the image two nights past when their party had stopped at the Inn of the Red Lantern. Unable to sleep herself, Marian had slipped past her dozing guard and gone for a walk. Hearing the sounds of merriment from the stable, she had curiously taken a peek through a window.

Even now, the shock of what she'd seen made her light headed. There, lying on a rough horse blanket, were the nude bodies of two women. Marian recognized them as the daughters of the old innkeeper. The younger of the two, a small-breasted girl with blond hair, was riding atop the cock of Gisbourne's Captain. In her hands she held the manhoods of his two aides. Both of them stood stripped of their uniforms. It was obvious that they were waiting for their superior to finish so they might each take a turn.

The older girl was much larger, with mounds the size of a man's head. An assessment that was easy to make as each was indeed pressed against a man's head, held in place by a nipple in each of their mouths. Standing above her, another trooper held his erect cock in his hand, stroking it to a full hardness. The girl spread her legs wide to receive him within her.

A horrified Marian had run back to the Inn. As she passed Sir Guy's chamber, moving quietly as possible, she paused when she heard a moan from within. She thought, or even hoped for a brief moment, that Sir Guy might be having an attack of sorts. Much like that which suddenly felled Sir Eric of Legrand last winter. But as she listened for a few moments more, she realized that the moan she'd heard had been one of lust not pain. Gisbourne had again taken Jane to his bed, knowing full well that Marian was supposed to be sleeping just across the hall.

As those memories flashed through her mind, she wondered what fate she might expect from these blackguards of Gisbourne now that they had lost both the gold and the presence of Sir Guy to hold them in check. She might even find herself, however unwillingly, in the same situation as those wenches at the Inn. And there was only one of her.

"I accept your invitation." she answered, deciding that better the company of outlaws than Gisbourne's men.

"Excellent," Little John laughed. "Then let us be on our way. The sun drops lower in the sky with each passing hour and we've already worked up a hearty appetite."

With the gold wagons in tow, the Merry Men and their reluctant guests made their way down winding paths. Gisbourne and the Sheriff tried to take note of the roads they took, but soon gave up the effort. Only a fool or a man born to them attempted to travel the maze that was Sherwood. It was no small reason that few ever ventured off the main road through it.

Marian rode next to Little John at the head of the column, preferring his silent company to that of her intended. Every once in a while, she would ask Little John when she would get to meet their host. John would merely answer such inquires with short cryptic replies.

After an hours journey, the forest in front of them suddenly opened into a large clearing. One moment all she could see were trees seemingly stretching to the horizon. A breath later there was a village.

As they unloaded the wagons and led off Sir Guy and the Sheriff, Marian was turned over to the care of a plump Friar named Tuck. If she was surprised to see a man of the church with the outlaws, she was more so by the many women and children living among them as well. It was not what she expected from all the stories she'd heard. Then again, she had to consider the source of those stories.

"Unlike your Norman brothers," Friar Tuck said in response her observation. "We do not make war on the helpless."

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