Chapter Six: Suffering

Robin could not help but scream as he was quite painfully entered by Gisbourne. He was certain he'd pass out from the pain alone, but sweet oblivion never claimed him. Behind him, Gisbourne grunted and moaned his pleasure as he plowed Robin like a cheap whore. He kissed the back of Robin's neck, across his shoulder and down his back. Robin gripped the table legs awkwardly with his hands, as Gisbourne began thrusting harder and faster. Blood soon began trickling down the backs of Robin's legs, the back table legs, and onto the earthen floor. Tears came to Robin's eyes, but he refused to let them fall. Finally, Gisbourne cried his release, and exited Robin, who gave a sharp cry in return.


While Robin was noticing he was underneath Locksley Manor, Marian had arrived at the outlaws' camp.

"Have you seen Robin?" she asked.

"No," said Allan, "'e's supposed to with you."

"He never showed up at Knighton Hall," said Marian, "so I came here, thinking he might have changed his mind about visiting."

"He's not here," said Will.

"You don't suppose anything...happened to him, do you?" asked Much, starting to worry.

"Not bein' funny here, but this is Robin we're talkin' 'bout," said Allan.

No one seemed to know what he was getting at, so he plowed on.

"Well, 'e's like a walkin' target, a trouble attractor, with a 'catch me if you can' sign hangin' 'bove 'is 'ead, innit 'e? I mean, 'e's even got a bloody price on 'is pretty lil' 'ead o' 'is!"

"We get it, Allan," snapped Marian, in irritation, "wherever Robin goes, trouble is never far behind."

"Where do you reckon he could be?" asked Will, in his quiet way.

"Let's see," mused Allan, "who hates Robin most and 'as actually captured 'im before?"

"Sheriff," said John.


When Gisbourne and his men left, they did not untie Robin from the table. He had to spend the whole night in that same position. Once Robin was certain he was alone, he cried. He hurt and ached in almost every part of his body; especially there. It was a burning, searing pain he'd never felt before that day and hoped he'd never have to feel again. He knew it'd be likely to repeat itself much too soon.

At some point that evening, Robin came to an uncomfortable conclusion. He needed to pee. He tried to tell himself he couldn't while he was tied to the table, but it was impossible to hold it in until whenever Gisbourne decided to untie him.

When Gisbourne returned to the secret room the next day, he was instantly greeted with the smell of urine.


"What's happened?" asked Gisbourne, in mock concern, "did the little boy have an accident?"

"I think you might need to have your vision looked at, Gisbourne," replied Locksley, "I don't see any boys here!"

"You stink," Gisbourne commented, not being able to conjure up a better insult.

"Perhaps next time, you'll think twice before leaving me tied to a table all night," shot back Locksley.

"Perhaps I'll leave my men in here all day with you," said Gisbourne, "I'm sure they'd like that very much."

"I wouldn't," muttered Locksley, quietly.

"Too bad this isn't about what you want, Locksley," said Gisbourne, snidely.

"You've made that painfully obvious last night," said Locksley.

"Good."