Chapter Five: Caged Robin
Gisbourne had come up with the perfect plan. He got all his men together and they left for Sherwood Forest with the necessary equipment. On the way, Gisbourne informed his men of his newest plan to capture Locksley.
They dug a pit in the ground and covered it with a layer of sticks and leaves. Now, they'd have to wait for Locksley to show up. They waited for an hour, before Locksley came into their line of sight. He was on foot and alone. Everything was perfect.
Gisbourne signaled his men. They prepared to chase Locksley on their horses. They chased him to the edge of the pit. Locksley fell into the pit. Gisbourne stepped over to the edge of the pit and looked down.
"Have a good trip, Locksley?" asked Gisbourne.
Robin frowned. He wasn't pleased at this turn of events.
"Get him out of the pit and tie his hands before his friends notice he's gone," Gisbourne ordered.
The men did as instructed and then Robin was knocked unconscious.
When Robin came to, the first thing he noticed was the room he was in was dimly lit by a few small candles. The second thing he noticed was that the walls and ceiling were hard-packed dirt, and his hands had been rebound behind his back and he was naked. This did not bode well.
"About time you woke up," drawled Gisbourne, from a darkened corner.
"Where am I?" demanded Robin.
"You're home," answered Gisbourne, smugly, "don't you recognize this room?"
Robin did. It was a secret room underground that only he and one servant knew the entrance to. And, now, apparently, Gisbourne did, too.
"What am I doing here?" asked Robin, ignoring the warning bells going off in his head, telling him to run away.
"The Sheriff wants me to bring you to the castle, so you can be executed," said Gisbourne, "but I've decided to have a little fun first."
As he talked, Gisbourne stared hungrily at Robin. Robin knew that look meant bad news for him.
Soon after that, the guards entered the chamber, and they were on him like a swarm of bees. There was resolution, tinged with anxiety, which soon turned to full fledged panic, as the intent of the assault was realized. Hands that had never learned sensitivity touched his body, gratifying obscene appetites. Scarred, calloused hands ran down his sides and several ham-fisted guards groped between his legs and up his thighs. Robin wanted to be sick. With sickening clarity, he realized the futileness of his struggles, as he fought off the mouths and flesh that feasted on him. When they had been sated, they had him tied to a table. Gisbourne approached the table. Robin noticed that Gisbourne had an erection; the leather pants looked painfully tight.
"That was quite a show, Locksley," said Gisbourne, his voice husky with desire, "much better than anything I've dreamed of."
Gisbourne slowly circled the table, occasionally gently brushing a hand over Robin's shoulder, down his arm, and across a thigh, before firmly settling onto one firm buttock. Robin's breathing hitched slightly at this. No, he thought with fear, he cannot be planning to- There was no mistaking the sound of leather being pulled down and dropped to the floor. Gisbourne gave a quiet sigh, as his erection was freed. Hands that had been insulated in leather gloves snaked around his waist and clamped firmly to his hips. Gisbourne leaned over Robin's torso. Gisbourne licked Robin's ear. Robin shuddered in revulsion.
"What is your problem?" Robin asked.
"You're my problem," replied Gisbourne," with your kissable lips and your fuckable body."
Gisbourne's breath was hot and heavy next to Robin's ear.
"You're sick," Robin retorted, bitterly.
Gisbourne ignored that. Big surprise. Gisbourne straddled Robin's hips. Panic seized Robin now. No, he thought, frantically, oh God, no! Not this, not from him!
"No."
Robin opened his eyes. Was that him? Must have been, there was no one else there.
"What?" Gisbourne asked.
"I said 'no'," Robin repeated, louder this time, "I will not allow you to take me."
Gisbourne laughed harshly.
"You cannot stop me," said Gisbourne, "not tied to a table, such as you are. You're powerless to stop me."
And, without any further warning, Gisbourne plunged himself into Robin's already abused opening.
