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PART II

     "There is still more for you to learn, Marian. Be brave now.
The worst is perhaps over." She unlocked the pillory and the
bailiffs helped me to stand. My skirts fell to cover me, but my
back, oh my back, the pain just from bending so long.

     I was so weak, literally painfully weak, I leaned on the
bearded one and was so grateful that he could hold me. Sally
reached under my skirts and untied my knees.

     She helped me blow my nose and get myself a bit presentable.
My makeup must be a complete mess looking at the mascara stains
on the gag. The only good thing was my drool had fallen to the
ground instead of soaking my gown.

     I was looking down, trying to get my legs back, not watching
where I was being lead. I looked up in horror, more stocks,
sitting stocks this time. "No," I wailed. I didn't know I could
wail until that moment.

     Again she kissed me tenderly, "I brought you here to learn.
You have to trust me to teach you." I looked deeply in her eyes,
slowly shaking my head, no, while screwing up my courage. Another
tender kiss, a caress on my cheek, "You can do it for me. You can
do it for you."

     Finally I nodded, blinking back some fresh tears, and
allowed the bailiffs to lead me to the sitting stocks. This one
had bales of hay to sit on. Before I sat, my Robin lifted my
skirts in the rear so that my poor rump and thighs had to sit
directly on the rough hay with only my thin bloomers to protect
me.

     I winced once, I winced twice, I squirmed and winced again.
It was going to be a long, long sit. And I didn't feel like
singing about it.

     I sat still for a long time and found I could not sit still
for a long time and winced again and again. Slowly I started
tearing again with small sobs, trying to keep from a full fledged
crying jag again. This was a miserable place to sit.

     The bailiffs brought my legs together through a single large
hole and board brought down into place trapping my feet together.
These were not the usual stocks.  Next the bailiffs took my
wrists and bent me way forward to place my wrists into the next
set of holes. The top board was gently put into place and the
padlocks applied. Again, Robin was given the key.

     This time it was decided the holes were a touch large for my
wrists so white clothes were firmly tied round and round the far
side until they were so thick I could not pull my wrists back
through the holes. And if I tried too hard to pull out, the
cloths would protect my wrists from chafing. This time next to me
sat another lady but in full costume looking apprehensively as
her escort was working her short stockings through the holes to
bare her feet.

     Robin, but rather it felt like Sally this time, produced a
damp cloth and cold cream and removed my ruined makeup. Then she
redid me quickly, heavy on the mascara and rouge.

     She brushed my hair and replaced my headscarf. I was back to
full Maid Marian regalia. It did feel better this way. I was
fully some person again.

     My butt and thighs were scratching and itching and burning
terribly. Hay made a miserable seat cushion in my condition. But
at least there was no way I could be thrashed again while
sitting.

     Then my Robin removed my shoes and worked my short stockings
off of my feet just as the girl beside me. Our bare feet poking
through single holes in front of us. I was getting the idea and
didn't like it at all.

     "You aren't going to ..."

     "Shush now. It will be fun."

     "For who?" I demanded petulantly, almost cutely, and then
fell silent as told. I was mad though and that look must have
shown on my face.

     She took a thin cord and bound my big toes together. She
firmly tied them, looping the cord round and round until they
were as one. From there she hoisted it over a tree branch above
me and brought the end back down to tie to my left wrist. My feet
were now pulled tightly upright by the cord around my toes.

     I just knew what was going to happen and she smiled impishly
at me. "Please don't," I begged but slowly she drew her nails up
the soles of my feet. I tried and could not twist my feet away. I
held back as long as I could but finally broke out in laughter.

     As I did, I saw the girl next to me getting the same
treatment from her boyfriend. Her laughter echoed mine. With the
two of us laughing together the small crowd of watchers started
growing as before.

     This time I noticed a group of men who were not with women
and the way they looked at me not her. And here I was vulnerable
again. When the crowd started cheering Robin and the man next to
her to make us laugh more, again I was alone, rather I and the
woman next to me were alone together.

     They wanted us tormented like this for their sport. We were
being forced to perform for their amusement completely against
our wills. They thought our predicament funny.

     When I was in tears from laughter, my Robin stopped. She
pulled the feather from her cap and turned to the crowd. "Who
would help the maid to laugh?" she asked. The guys who were with
each other jumped forward. Silently I prayed she would not choose
them.

     My heart sank when she did. One moved quickly towards me but
she touched his arm. "With the feather only." Thank goodness for
small favors.

     Small indeed. I don't know how long but when I was into
tears again she said loudly, "Let us give another a chance." I
had only a moment to catch my breath before it started again.

     But in that moment I noticed the pants of my first tickler.
I had excited him. I felt dirty and blushed deeply.

     As I got my breath back, I moaned in pain. My backside was
burning seriously again. All my wiggling and struggling and
laughing. I may as well as have tried to sooth my welts with
sandpaper.

     I was soon laughing uncontrollably again and this time
begging, "Sal ... Robin, please stop, please." I said it over and
over as best I could between fits of laughter. My feet felt like
they were in cramps, my toes were curling so hard.

     "Marian, I am doing nothing. Begging me can do you no good."
What was I going to do, beg him!? I could barely think but I
realized that is what I was going to have to do. "Next!" she said
commandingly.

     Another came forward and this time she did introductions.
"This, good sir, is the Maid Marian. And who might you be?"

     "I be Sir Giles." And glancing at me, "My pleasure to meet
you Maid Marian." I paniced. I twisted and pulled my hands trying
to get loose, determined to let this go no further but I could
not gain my freedom. The cloths were so very tight on my wrists,
the stocks unyielding.

     Then I realized what had paniced me. That was not a codpiece
he was wearing no matter what its size. I did not want men
aroused by me. Again I felt like I needed to bathe, shower, scrub
all over. What a new and powerful feeling.

     The feather moved up the sole of one foot and down the
other. I fought it as hard as I could this time, not wanting to
give him anything for his efforts but he was persistant and drug
peels of laughter out of me.

     Here was a man forcing to me to do in public what I did not
want to do in public. I was under his control in public.

     When I thought I could stand it no longer Robin called a
halt. "Ye be a stubborn one, my Marian." She turned to the next
two. She handed the feather to one. To the other she said,
"Touching the maid's gown is not like touching her. If ye promise
to limit your touches to her ribs and underarms, to her gown, ye
may have at her." My mind was screaming "no!" but I keep my
peace.

     I noticed out of the corner of my eye my co-sufferer was not
being tickled. She started taunting her man by wondering out loud if
that was the best he could do. Immediately she was shrieking with
laughter.

     She WANTED it?! I asked myself. She wanted this to happen to
her? There was something here I was missing.

     She wanted this attention no matter what the cost to her.
But maybe it wasn't a cost to her. Being controlled like this
meant something to her, something she wanted. I was thinking. I
was learning.

     They accepted Robin's deal but first were required to
introduce themselves to me. I met Sirs Edward and Richard in my
last moment of peace. My soles again became my torment but to
this was added my ribs.

     My upper body squirmed more than before and the stiff, rough
hay raked my welts, laughing and crying and burning and I broke.
"I beg you good Sirs, please cease my torment."

     "And what be our names, Maid?" I struggled to remember with
my senses overwhelmed. "Sir Tim?" My reward for error was a fresh
onslaught of tickling.

     I forced my thoughts to coherence, perhaps the hardest thing
I have ever done. Through laughter and choking sobs, "Sir Edward,
Sir Richard, I beseech you both, mercy on this poor maid, I beg
you." And they stopped.

     I had never felt like that before. I not only said the word
beg, I meant it. I knew they controlled me so deep down that I
was able to beg.

     I collapsed as best I could. I was exhausted, physically and
mentally. I didn't care they were standing over me, obviously
lusting after me. When they touched my hair, Robin shouted,
"Hold!" and they stopped.

     "Marian is mine. I am grateful for you assistance and hope
rendering that assistance has been in itself its own reward. But
she is mine and mine alone to touch." They concurred and left.
Looking towards their crotches before they turned to leave, I
damn well better have been worth it to them after all I went
through.

     Huh? I said to myself. Where did that idea come from?
Wherever from, I was doing as well as any woman and would have no
less reward for it.

     Deep inside I was so ... so ... emotional. I was trying to
so hard to sort it out I hardly noticed Robin releasing he and
drawing me to him, crushing my silicones against her bound
breasts. I just cried and cried and cried until her shoulder was
a dark mass from my tears.

     Yes, I had been at the mercy of men, at the mercy of people
who were sexually aroused by me, who wanted to be sexually
aroused by me. People who would have taken advantage of me if
Robin had not been her for me. They would have made me do things
I would not want to do. But it was my man who protected me.

     Dependent, loved, protected, secure. There were so many
names. All so inadequate to my feelings.

     I cried to such great relief I thought I could never be
happier. I would never again be a shame to me to seek out being
treated as I had.

     It would never again be a blow to my pride. It would define
my soul. Being so treated might be unpleasant even miserable but
by doing it, I would be making others happy even strangers.

     I could make others happy. The realization flooded me with
warmth and light.

end part II


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