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	The Erotic Adventures Of Robin Hood
	by Ann Douglas
            (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part  One

	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
of 17 years.  The ward of good King Richard, the
brunette had been promised in marriage 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.”



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