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Caged Robin (used to be Untitled)	By : SherlocksSparrow Category: > Robin Hood Views: 4080 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Ten: The End

Soon, Robin found himself being moved downstairs. The Sheriff assured him he was not being taken to the dungeon. Surprisingly, the Sheriff kept his word, and Robin was brought into a room on the main level, next to the dungeon entrance. The Sheriff threw a small bundle of cloth at him. Robin picked them up and saw that he held a tunic and leggings.

“What are these for?” he asked.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what clothes are for, Loxley,” replied the Sheriff, “but, then again, considering your current appearance, it’s not too surprising.”

“I know what clothes are for. And, if it wasn’t for you,I’d still have mine,” snapped Robin, “I meant why are you giving me these?”

“You’ll have to wear something for your hanging,” replied the Sheriff, “you can’t very well hang naked.”

Loxley snickered.

“I’m sure that would be a sight to see,” he commented.

“Just hurry up and dress before I change my mind,” said the Sheriff.

Loxley put on the tunic and leggings. They didn’t fit as well as his own had, but they’d do.

****

“I’m sorry to have to do this,” said Will, as Little John tied Marian to a tree, “but we really can’t have you following us.”

“We’ll let you go when we return,” added Much.

Marian had a cross look on her face as she tried to free herself. The men left and headed for Nottingham.

At Nottingham Castle, the Merry Men learned that Robin was being kept in a room on the lower level, near the dungeon entrance. (As the Sheriff had planned.) They reached the room, with little problem. Inside the room, they saw Robin sitting on the floor, with his hands tied together with rope. The Sheriff was standing next to him.

“Let Robin go,” said Will.

“I don’t believe I shall,” replied the Sheriff.

Suddenly, John, Shamir, Will, and Much were grabbed from behind.

“This was too easy,” said the Sheriff, “you’re much easier to capture than Loxley.”

He was greatly amused by this. Too amused, thought Will.

“You’ll never git away with this!” yelled John, struggling to get free from the men holding him.

“We’ll see about that.”

****

Back in Sherwood Forest, Marian was trying to free herself from the tree.

“As soon as I get free, Will Scarlet will die a very slow and painful death,” she muttered.

She was very surprised to see Friar Tuck had just arrived at camp.

“Lady Marian, whatever are you doing tied up to that tree?” he asked, equally surprised.

“Robin’s men did it, because they didn’t want me to help them rescue Robin,” replied Marian, “would you kindly untie me?”

“Of course!”

****

The Sheriff paced up and down in front of his new captives.

“Now, whatever shall I do with you?” he mused.

“You’d make an excellent present to my torture master,” the Sheriff said to Shamir.

The Saracen did not reply.

“You’d be perfect as a tax collector,” to John.

“Never,” the big man grit out.

“Since you’re more trouble than you’re worth, Scarlet, you’ll be the first to hang, right next to Loxley,” said the Sheriff.

Will glared daggers at his captor. At last, the Sheriff reached Much.

“You can go to my most trusted guards,” he said, “you can be their new toy.”

“Let my men go,” Robin spoke up, standing up with some difficulty.

The Sheriff turned around to look at Robin.

“What are you going to do if I don’t?” he asked.

Robin said nothing. He just stood there, staring at the Sheriff, anger quickly replacing the fear he had of this man.

****

Marian ran around the camp, picking things up and putting others down.

“We need to hurry,” she said, frantically, “we don’t have much time!”

Friar Tuck was confused and tried to get more information from her as she packed. All he managed to learn was that Will and the others decided to tie her to the tree, while they stormed the castle, and she had to help. She insisted that he come along, as well.

“I’ll need all the help I can get,” she added, as they made their way to their horses.

“Won’t Robin’s men already be there?” asked the friar, “I’m sure they can provide better assistance than me.”

Marian didn’t let him off the hook, as they drew closer to Nottingham.

****

The Sheriff ignored Robin and turned his attention back to the Merry Men.

“On second thought, I think I’ll have you all executed,” he said, brightly.

“Don’t,” said Robin, “let them go!”

“Why should I?” asked the Sheriff, showing only a mild interest in what Robin had to say.

“Because,” said Robin, “I’ll…”

He trailed off uncertainly, realizing just where that sentence could lead him.

“You’ll…what, Loxley?” asked the Sheriff, more interested now.

Robin hesitated.

“Whatever you want,” he said, at last.

“Robin, no!” cried Will, “Don’t say that!”

The Sheriff smacked Will across the face. Then, he approached Robin. He looked Robin up and down.

“That’s a very tempting offer, Loxley,” he said, “but I’m not sure I can accept.”

Will silently prayed that the Sheriff would not accept Robin’s offer.

****

After hiding their horses, Marian said, “Alright, Tuck, now we need a plan.”

“I believe slipping in unnoticed would be a good start,” supplied Friar Tuck.

“Good idea,” agreed Marian, “now we’ve got to find where they’re at.”

Tuck nodded.

“The castle is a big place-it would take quite some time to find them if we did not know where to look,” he agreed.

“Come on.”

****

The Sheriff circled Robin slowly.

“When you say ‘whatever I want’, you mean-” started the Sheriff.

“Anything,” said Robin.

The Sheriff stood in front of Robin again.

“Anything?” he asked.

Will was silently shaking his head ‘no’.

Robin took a deep breath and said, “Anything.”

The Sheriff looked back at Robin’s men (who had spent this entire time making various efforts at escape) and then back at Robin.

“Alright, Loxley, I accept your offer,” said the Sheriff.

“No, Robin!” pleaded Will, “Don’t give in!”

“I have to,” said Robin, sadly.

“It’s not worth it,” argued Will, “leave Robin alone!”

That last part was directed at the Sheriff.

“You are not allowed to speak, Scarlet,” snarled the Sheriff, before turning his attention once again, to Robin.

“On your knees, Loxley,” he ordered.

Robin obeyed. The Sheriff loosened the ties to his leggings and let them drop.

“Now, suck,” he commanded, meaning the rapidly swelling organ between his legs.

Robin refused.

“Well, if you don’t, your men are going to die,” replied the Sheriff.

Robin closed his eyes and did as instructed. Robin’s comrades ceased struggling against their captors, to stare in shock at the sight. Soon, however, anger replaced shock and they resumed their struggles, with more vigor than earlier.

Eyes still closed, silent tears began running down Robin’s face, as he pleasured the Sheriff of Nottingham. The Sheriff had one hand on Robin’s shoulder, and the other tangled in the outlaw’s flaxen hair. His head was tossed back and he, too, had his eyes closed. Tightening his grip on Robin’s hair, the Sheriff suddenly thrust his hips forward, forcing his member deeper down Robin’s throat. Robin’s eyes opened at this, as he made little choking sounds. Soon, however, the Sheriff was done, and he pushed Robin away from himself, roughly. Robin scooted a little farther away and vomited onto the stone floor. After his stomach had been emptied, he continued to retch.

****

Having pulled up and refastened his breeches, the Sheriff strode over to where Robin was hunched, grabbed him by the back of his tunic, and dragged him back in full view of his men. With one hand holding onto the back of Robin’s tunic, the Sheriff used his free hand to fumble with the ties to Robin’s leggings. All of a sudden, an arrow whizzed past the Sheriff’s head. Startled, the Sheriff looked around and saw a slender figure perched in the window, with a bow and some arrows.

“Let my friends go, or next time, I won’t miss,” ordered the figure.

The Sheriff planted a rough kiss on Robin’s neck, before replying.

“I don’t think I shall,” he said.

The figure in the window let another arrow fly. This one landed right above the Sheriff’s head. The Sheriff carelessly tossed Robin aside, and approached the window.

****

While the Sheriff was distracted, Friar Tuck knocked out the Sheriff’s men and led the Merry Men out; Robin right behind them. They ran to where the horses were left, a safe distance from the castle. Soon, they were joined with the youth in the window, who turned out to be Marian!

“It was fortunate for you gentlemen that Friar Tuck came along and freed me,” she said, “maybe you’ll think twice before tying me to a tree next time, Will Scarlet.”

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