Miriam's Dance with Rogues - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I awoke to a splitting headache and a stabbing pain in my left shoulder that wasn't helped by the constant swaying motion. I groaned and heard someone laugh above me. I opened my eyes and looked around. Rolin was walking next to me with his hands bound behind him. A bandit walked right behind him holding the ropes that bound his hands. Rolin's face showed bruises, meaning they had beat him after I was knocked unconscious. I was tied facing downward and the crossbow bolt in my shoulder had been removed. The wound bled continuously. The strain on my ankles and wrists told me they were attached to something above me. Tilting my head up, I saw they had used the cuffs on my wrists and ankles to tie me to my own spear. One bandit walked behind me holding on to the end of my spear. Another walked in front holding the other end of my spear. At least they haven't removed my clothes. Yet. I gritted my teeth against the pain in my shoulder which was far worse than my headache.

"You have to treat her shoulder or it might get infected." Rolin stated tiredly. It sounded like a statement he had repeated a lot.

"Shut up boy." The bandit behind Rolin muttered and yanked sharply on the ropes, causing Rolin to stumble.

I saw that we were no longer on the road. Instead we were traveling through the forest on a path that was obviously very well hidden. A careless movement from one of the men carrying me slammed my shoulder into a passing tree. Pure pain flared through me and I blacked out again.

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When I awoke, I could hear many voices speaking around me. I kept my eyes closed and feigned unconsciousness. Judging by the heat, the odor of smoke, and the crackling sounds, I knew I was near a fire. I tried to move my hands slightly. I couldn't. By the strain my weight placed on my ankles, I guessed I was still tied up the same way I had been carried here. There was nothing I could do, so I opened my eyes and looked around. Rolin was bound next to me. He was held in place by a thick pole embedded in the ground. I looked up, and indeed, I was still tied to my own spear which was held up by frames that looked remarkably similar to the frame Rolin had used to cook and afterwards tie me up to. Except these frames were much larger and looked much sturdier. There were about thirty men in the camp. There were rich tents scattered throughout the clearing and the men sat in groups around different fires. They all seemed to be bandits and many of them gave me predatory looks. I looked at Rolin who was staring at me, fear obvious in his face.

I murmured quietly to him. "I remember your dad saying there were only five or ten of them."

"We never knew there were this many. They never had more than ten when they stopped us on the bridge." He whispered in reply.

"Why are we still alive? Did they ask you anything?" I asked.

"We're still alive because they want you. I told them you were my sister and then they left me alone."

He nodded his head at one of the men who was looking at me intently. "See the guy with brown hair and goatee? He's in charge and he's the one who questioned me."

I never got a chance to reply as the man we were talking about walked toward us when he saw me looking at him. He stopped in front of us and gestured to his men.

"Untie her and bring her to my tent." Then he turned and walked into the largest tent in the camp.

I was roughly untied and pulled to the tent where they pushed me in. I landed on my hands and knees, a jarring shock of pain lancing through my shoulder forced a tiny scream from me.

He knelt before me, suddenly extremely courteous. "Greetings lovely lady. I'm Robin Hood and the men in this camp are my merry men."

I looked at him incredulously. "Really? Your parents named you Robin Hood?"

He looked flustered. "Of course not. I named myself after the infamous bandit."

"You do know that Robin Hood only robbed the rich and gave wealth to the poor?"

"It's not my fault not enough rich people travel these roads." He snapped.

I grinned. I couldn't help teasing this man. "Your men don't look merry though."

He gave me a wicked smile. "Dear, they might be very merry very soon if you continue to speak to me like this."

I immediately wiped the smile off my face and shut my mouth.

"Good. Now here's my offer. You've killed three of my men and I hear you're competent with a spear. I'll allow you to join my bandit group. You'll help us rob travelers, and you'll live here with us. You'll be my personal whore of course and you'll sleep with whoever I choose to share you with." He announced grandly.

"I'm not a whore." I responded automatically.

"Oh please! Look at the way you're dressed dear! Though I do appreciate the view. In fact, I'm going to insist you wear less if you join us." his eyes ran over all the bare skin on my exposed cleavage, my midriff, and my legs to emphasize his point.

There was no way I could explain to him that Rolin had cut up my clothing to tie me up and still have him believe that Rolin was my brother.

"And if I refuse?" I asked.

"I tie you up and leave you outside for my men to use you freely however they want. I'd wager it'd take a month for my men to lose interest in you. When they do, and it no longer becomes worthwhile to feed you, we'll dispose of you. Oh and of course your brother dies a painful death." He stated in an offhand manner.

I paled and asked carefully, "So if I agree, my brother is freed?"

"We're going to keep your brother hostage until we can be sure you're one of us. Then we'll free him."

I nodded. "How do I prove I'm one of you?"

He leered at me. "You can start by taking off your clothes and spreading you legs."

Moments later, I was completely naked, no cuffs or collars, and stood with my back to Robin, bent over with my hands on the back of a chair. He ran his hands over my thighs, then moving to the inside of my thighs, he forced me to spread my legs wide.

"Hm" look at how your beautiful cunt gushes dear!" He exclaimed, pulling his sopping wet fingers from my pussy.

I groaned in response as I felt a tongue begin to lick me expertly. His tongue played over my vagina and clit endlessly, causing me to whimper and shiver with arousal. He continued to lick, occasionally thrusting his tongue deep within my wet folds until I found myself shuddering in an intense orgasm.

He stepped back laughing. "That was a beautiful orgasm dear. Now get on your knees. It's your turn to reciprocate."

I willingly turned around and sank to my knees. I reached out with my hands to pull his black leather pants down, but he slapped my hands away. I noticed that the pain in my left shoulder was gone. Apparently, the magic the Priest King had gifted me worked both ways. Having sex would heal me as well.

"Use your delectable mouth for that. Your hands are to remain flat on the ground dear."

I leaned forward and began to attempting to untie the string holding his pants up with my teeth. My efforts forced me press my face into his pants, feeling his hard cock against my cheek. It took a while, but eventually, I managed to untie the strings holding his pants. I then gripped his pants with my teeth and pulled downwards. His cock sprang free from their confines and I leaned forward to lick it. As I alternated between licking and sucking him, I heard a sudden uproar outside the tent. Robin however, was too busy ejaculating into my mouth to notice anything around him. I quickly swallowed the salty liquid in my mouth as moments later, a man burst into the tent and began yelling.

"Hood! We have to get out of here! There's an army marching right down on us!"

I stayed on my hands and knees, licking Robin's limp cock as he looked at the man with scorn. "Nonsense, we would have seen them on the bridge long before."

The bandit shouted in panic. "They're not coming from the bridge! They're approaching us from the north! They slaughtered a hunting party that ran into them!"

Robin straightened, and grabbed my hair to move my head away from his cock. "How much time do we have?"

"None! They'll be on us any moment!"

Robin quickly pulled his pants up, still grabbing my hair, and strode out of his tent, forcing me to follow him nude on my hands and knees. Chaos reigned in the camp. Men ran everywhere, gathering weapons, buckling on armor. Rolin was still tied to the pole in the middle of the camp.

Robin raised his voice and yelled, "Gentlemen! An army approaches. We will-"

I never found out whether he meant to order them to flee or to fight. His passionate speech was cut short as men in shiny armor with red and white coloring on it burst into the clearing. These men were foot soldiers, armed with a pike and sword each. Robin released my hair and jumped towards the men waving his sword wildly and screaming something unintelligible. Crossbow bolts flew through the air as thick and random as the screams of pain and the grunts of exertion. I stood and sprinted toward Rolin.

He looked at me with relief as I grabbed my spear, still lying on the ground from where they had untied me and proceeded to cut him free. Rolin shouted something just as I cut the ropes tying his hands. I couldn't hear him through the noise of battle, but he was looking behind me with undisguised fear. I turned and saw a large man in red and white armor step toward me, his pike already in stabbing motion. I lunged under the pike, and stabbed him in the face with my spear. He gurgled in pain before he toppled over.

Turning back to free Rolin, I noticed the pike I had dodged was now buried in his chest. His eyes were already dimming in death, and he smiled weakly at me as the weight of the pike slowly pulled it out of his chest with a river of blood. Tears stung my eyes as grief and guilt flooded through me. With no reason to remain and get slaughtered like the rest of the bandits, I dashed the tears from my eyes and sprinted out of the clearing and into the trees.

I had no idea where I was going or which way to run, but at that moment, none of those were major priorities.

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A couple hours later, the sounds of battle had faded, and I discovered that I was completely lost. My eyes were still wet with tears, I was nude, and my feet were bruised and cut from running barefoot through the forest. I didn't lie to myself. I knew I didn't love Rolin. Yet in some ways, he felt like family. He cared about me, even if only just for sex. And if I hadn't showed up at his cabin what seemed an eternity ago, he wouldn't have died at the end of a pike. Guilt weighed me down and I sat on the ground in despair. I had no clue where I was, I had just been the primary factor that caused the death of an eighteen year old boy, and my mission to retrieve the artifact seemed doomed.

That's when I heard the sounds of the river gurgling nearby. I stumbled towards the river, intent on drinking water and perhaps bathing myself, when I was promptly grabbed. A hand was held over my mouth while another was wrapped around my arms, pinning them and my spear to my side. I got a glimpse of many dark figures sitting or standing on the bank of the river.

The man grabbing me from behind pressed his manhood against the crack of my ass and whispered, "Well dear. It looks like we meet again."

Continued in Chapter 7

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