UPDATED VERSION!
Please don't read if you are easily offended, this story will contain, non con, rape, sexual punishment, bondage, forced obedience, humiliation, basically everything that I don't want kids getting their hands on. Yes, the subject is sick and twisted, but it interesting to delve into the darker parts of ones mind every now and again. Don't kill me because of what this story is about, and try not to think anything less of me, you can't deny that these sorts of things did not go on during medieval times, and even today in other continents. Only read if you are into this sort of thing, I would prefer to have one constructive review, over twenty telling me how twisted I am, it's rated M for a reason.
I would also like to thank 'Bleeding for You' for giving me the inspiration to do this!! You have been great! xxx
''Oh for goodness sake Gisborne, do cheer up!'' The Sheriff drawled as he patted Guys back. ''She's dead man, stop living in the past and think about your future! You can be truly great now.''
''Sorry Sir.'' Guy said plainly. It had now been six months since he had killed Marian, if only he hadn't let his temper run away with him, he would be married to her now, maybe she would even be bearing his child...
Guy snapped out of his trance when the door to Guy's chambers opened. Two Guards came in carrying a large wooden chest. ''Put it in the corner.'' The Sheriff said, as Guy looked confused as to what this mysterious chest was, ''Guy, I thought I would take he liberty of buying you a present'' The Sheriff gave Guy a scary smile as Guy asked,
''Why?''
''To stop you from moping! Look, this gift wasn't cheap, well'' the Sheriff added as an afterthought, ''it was actually but that's not the point! The point is that I took time perusing the local... talent, in order to find you this, so at least give it a try before you dismiss it!'' Guy looked confused, but nevertheless, still walked over to the box, he slowly opened it to find,
''A concubine? You have bought me a concubine!?'' Guy's face was a picture of shock and disgust. The Sheriff couldn't decide whether Guy liked her or not; so he said,
''Well not really Guy no, I don't want her to have that much freedom. I prefer that you used the term, slave.''
''What do you want me to do with her?''
''Well fuck her of course! Give the kitchen girls some rest.'' The sheriff walked behind Guy and tapped his rump before he continued, ''Look, I've even provided her with a box you can put her in when you don't want her cluttering up the place, I really thought this through, you let out your sexual tension, my kitchen girls aren't constantly exhausted and you will have fewer things on your mind! You can also hand her to me on occasion, I'll teach her some things she won't forget!'' The Sheriff cried nastily, winking at Guy.
Although he hated to admit, Guy really liked the idea of a woman he could use, without having to think about her feelings, Marian had always been such a struggle, trying to keep her happy, loyal, obedient. Guy needed to let out some steam, ''I will give her a go.'' He stated to the Sheriff as he moved ever closer to the box, ''Stand up girl,'' He snapped as the small girl cowered into a corner of her box. She slowly stood up, wearing a plain black woollen dress. She was beautiful, she had long blonde hair that curved around her face, big blue eyes, and pink lips. She stared down at the floor when Guy began to stroke her cheek, a small tear sliding out of her eye and on to Guys thumb. Guy wiped it away on his jacket as he continued to gaze at her. Her nose was quite large but Guy liked this, ''Turn around,'' he said as she moved carefully, she had medium sized, pert breasts and a good round buttocks, Guy lifted up her skirt to find she wasn't wearing any underwear. She gasped as Guy roughly grabbed her, ''What?'' he asked.
''Nothing Sir.'' The girl replied as she blushed to the roots of her hair.
''Good. How old are you?''
''Eighteen Sir.'' The Sheriff gave Guy a thumbs up as she said her age, grinning from ear to ear.
''And your name?''
''Matilda Sir.''
''Very well Matilda,'' The sheriff cried with glee, ''Meet your new Lord and Master, Sir Guy of Gisborne!''