Chapter Two: Imprisonment

Marian frowned.

"As a matter of fact, I did not," she replied.

The Sheriff studied Marian.

"Perhaps you'd like it better on yourself?"

He leaned in closer, preparing to kiss her. Robin looked up.

"Stop," he said, "leaver Marian alone!"

The Sheriff turned back to Robin.

"Ooh. Jealous are we?" asked the Sheriff.

"Leave her alone," said Robin.

"Would you rather I go back to you?" asked the Sheriff, taking a step towards Robin.

"Not particularly," replied Robin, "but its better me than her."

Marian was touched by Robin's words, but she also feared where those same words could lead him.

The Sheriff decided to take Robin up on his offer. First, he wanted a little privacy.

"Take Loxley's men down to the dungeon," he ordered, "you can return the friar to the forest."

"Wot 'bout the female?" asked one of the guards.

"Take her to the East Tower. She's very familiar with it," replied the Sheriff, "Loxley and I are about to…have a little fun."


Marian sat in a corner of the tower room, sulking. What has Robin gotten himself into now? She wondered.

An hour later, Robin was taken to the tower room. The guards tossed him inside. After they left, Marian rushed to his side. Robin had curled up in a ball, with his knees drawn level with his chest and his arms wrapped around his legs. His body shook with quiet sobs. She lightly touched his arm. He cried out and scooted away, closer to the wall. Marian slowly approached, not wishing to alarm him again.

"Robin, it's Marian," she said, quietly.

Robin looked up at Marian. Tears were still running down his face.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Mostly," he replied, "and you?"

"I am unharmed," she said.

"Good." Robin gave her a small smile. "Then, it was worth it."


After Robin was taken to the East Tower, the Sheriff went down to the dungeon.

"Where's Robin?" asked Will.

"Loxley's being tended to by the lovely Marian," answered the Sheriff.

"What…what did you do to Robin?" asked Much, timidly.

The Sheriff told them.

John was enraged. Shamir was angered, but did not show it. Much was shocked and dismayed. Will was sickened.

"That Loxley certainly has the prettiest mouth I've ever seen-except for Marian, perhaps."

The Sheriff went on to describe what he thought of the rest of Robin's anatomy.

"You're sick!" yelled Will, in the middle of it.

"Looks like you don't fully disagree with my sentiments," commented the Sheriff, noticing that Will had started to get hard.

Will looked down and became embarrassed. How could this have happened to him?

The Sheriff loosened and pulled down Will's breeches and with his hands, made Will completely hard and then put his mouth over the stiffened member and suckled. When the job was completed, the Sheriff returned Will's breeches to their original position.

"That was a one time gift, Scarlet," he said, "next time; it will just have to stay that way."

The Sheriff headed towards the stairs. He walked up the stairs and towards the door. At the door, he turned and said, "Oh and you taste good, Scarlet, but Loxley is sweeter."


Marian comforted Robin to the best of her ability.

"Why did you do that?" she asked, even though she knew.

"I couldn't let him do the same to you," replied Robin, "no matter what it cost me."

Even though she'd heard it before, Marian was still touched by his selfless deed. Especially now.

"Oh, Robin," she crooned, "thank you!"

She hugged him tighter.

"If I had to, I'd do it a thousand times again. No matter how much I didn't want it to happen again."


Will was embarrassed and ashamed of what the Sheriff had done on his last visit and what he, himself had done, as well.

"Don't worry none, Will," said John, "it all 'appens to us at unexpected moments."

"I don't deserve to see Robin again," said Will, "not after that."

John and Much tried their best to lift Will's spirits. Shamir remained silent; neither condoning, nor condemning Will's latest behavior.


Some time the next afternoon, the Sheriff himself entered Marian and Robin's tower room. Marian and Robin rose upon his entrance.

"You're not taking Marian," said Robin.

"Well, you'll be pleased to hear that I'm not interested in thy fair lady today," answered the Sheriff.

"Then, pray tell, what do you want?" asked Marian, fearfully.

"Loxley."

"And, if I refuse?" asked Robin.

"I'll have the guards stationed in the hall beat you unconscious, tie you up and carry you to the gallows and when you're dead, I shall marry Marian, and finally enjoy my right as her husband," replied the Sheriff.

Robin thought it over. He couldn't protect Marian if he was dead.

"I'll go with you."

"No, wait," said Marian, "take me instead."

The Sheriff shook his head once.

"Sorry, Marian. Not today. Come along, Loxley."