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A Legendary Heroic Tale: They Say It Actually Happened in Nottingham in 1191

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Barbaria1 said:
“Alan’s right!” agreed Little John. “We must still mount an attempt to free Robin before the Sheriff stages a public execution.”
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Right. The rescue! Mustn't forget that. :doh:
Barbaria1 said:
“And we have some time to plan that,” announced Friar Tuck, sporting a knowing smile on his jowly face. “I hear that some good friends of ours, over at ‘Ye Wild Boar” on the edge of Nottingham town, have helped us out. “Seems they plied the Sheriff’s newly arrived Master Executioner, a certain T.H. Tree of Lincoln town, with more than enough drink last night to lay him low until at least tomorrow!”
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These Merry Men seem quite happy to sit in the forest and plan things. I mean 10 out of 10 there for dealing with the sherriff's men and all that, but they do lose a few points I think for all this "we've got plenty of time" stuff.
 
Episode 11

Nottingham Market Square, near the noon hour, Monday, 17th June 1191


Nottingham’s town market square, as the noon hour approached, had never been more restive and festive than it was on that day. For every Nottinghamian, as well as those living throughout the Shire and beyond, knew that on that day the notorious outlaw, Robin Hood, would swing from the gallows.

And not only he, but as an added attraction, the High Sheriff had decreed that two of Robin’s harlots … the voluptuous low-born outlaw known as Maid Marion, and even more thrilling, the high-born, Barbara of Cruxton, the Sheriff’s own shamefully adulterous wife of less than a week’s time … would dance at the end of a rope as well.

So enticingly attractive was this event, that the town market square had begun to fill hours before the executions were to take place, and the morning church services on that Sunday found themselves wanting for attendance by the faithful and righteous.

The scaffolding, fully enveloped by the pressing multitude, had been duly prepared for the event. From the sturdy oaken gallows bar overhead dangled three nooses of the very finest French hemp, each adjusted in advance to accommodate the height of its intended victim standing on the rough wooden bench destined to be kicked away at the appointed moment.

The hangman, T.H. Tree, unconventionally attired in ordinary street clothes and a battered straw hat rather than the customary black leggings and hood, leaned nonchalantly against one of the gallows posts … every so often downing a slug drawn from a flask.

Security had been heightened, the High Sheriff was taking no chances. Heavily armed soldiers were in evidence everywhere, lest Robin’s band might attempt to mount a last minute rescue attempt. This time no effort had been made to camouflage their presence.

And once again occupying the same vantage point they had previously on the occasion of Barbara’s public whipping were her four elder sisters.

“Ohhhh, look at all the people!” cried the eldest, raising her voice to be heard above the general clamor.

“So exciting!” exclaimed the youngest. “Can’t wait to see our dear little sis dance!”

“Yes, so glad we’ve made it here in time!” added another. “I thought we’d never get through the crowd jammed up at the Chapel Bar Gate.”

“Well, we’re here! Let’s hope our Barbara doesn’t disappoint.”

“I do hope they strip them all naked, added the youngest of the four sisters with a giggle, “Rumor has it that Robin Hood has a cock that’s truly a girl’s wonder to behold!”

And from the castle ramparts, the Sheriff stood once again … as he had but a few days earlier, observing the setting off of a cart conveying the condemned up Hounds Gate Road towards St. Peter’s Church, and from there on into the market square. But this time the horse-drawn cart carried not one but three … with Robin Hood standing near the front of the cart, and Marion and Barbara side-by side at the rear.

Heads bowed. Wrists bound behind their backs. Clothed in nothing more than a filthy rag tied at one hip, and barely covering their private bits, the condemned struggled to maintain their footing as the cart lurched and swayed over the cobbled paving.

Their bearing was silent and subdued. Not a one of them responded in any way to the taunts and jeers hurled at them from onlookers lining both sides of the narrow street, held back from engulfing the cart, with some difficult, by its accompanying armed escort.

And as the procession disappeared from sight around the bend before St. Peter’s, the Dungeon Master, who stood at the Sheriff’s side, turned to him to ask, “have the formal decrees of execution been prepared and signed, m’Lord?”

“They have,” replied the Sheriff, withdrawing the documents from under his vest and handing them over.

“Excellent, m’Lord. I shall soon be reading them from the scaffolding. Come, it’s time we descended to the keep below to mount our horses so as to make good our timely entrance and arrival.”

Meanwhile the cart had rounded the bend before St. Peter’s and entered the market square. And as was customary the crowd parted to make way for the approach to the scaffolding.

“Here they come!” Chorused the eldest three of Barbara’s sisters excitedly.

“Yoo-hoo, Barbara!” shouted the youngest, standing on her tiptoes in a vain effort to be seen.

Up on the scaffolding, T.H. Tree straightened up and left the post on which he’d been leaning, to stroll expectantly to the forward edge of the decking. And, as the cart pulled up, he beckoned with a slight bow and a wave of his hand for the condemned to mount the stairs leading to the place where they would end their lives.

Hustled forward by their escorts, they mounted the steps without showing any sign of resistance … Robin first, followed by Marion and then Barbara. Directed by Tree, they each took their assigned places, mounting the long wooden bench with Robin in the middle and flanked on either side by the two women.

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And the crowd grew eerily silent as Tree drew the noose over each of their heads and adjusted the knot to its appropriate resting place. Stepping back, he observed his handiwork, and judging it to have met his high standards, took out his flask to take a swig, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and nodded in the direction of the High Sheriff and the Dungeon Master who were at that moment arriving on the scene.

As the Sheriff and Dungeon Master dismounted and clambered up the stairs, a male voice in the crowd yelled “strip the hussies naked!”

And within seconds, the crowd took up the cry … the call that the condemned women be totally bared swelling into a thunderous demand that reverberated off the buildings lining the edges of the square.

Tree looked questionably at the Sheriff, who promptly nodded his approval. Whereupon Tree sauntered over to Maid Marion and roughly stripped away the cloth covering her loins; then did the same with Barbara.

The crowd roared its thunderous approval.

“Robin Hood too!” Bawled a woman. And a new chant spread immediately through the multitude.

The Sheriff nodded again.

Tree shook his head ruefully, but did as he was bid … his action met once again with thunderous hoots of approval.

The youngest of Barbara’s sisters exclaimed, “my God! It’s far bigger than I ever imagined,” before fainting into the arms of her elder siblings.



TBC
 
Robin Hood by his lovers is flanked.
Executioner Tree's getting tanked.
Their nooses are tight,
Robin's positioned just right,
For his monstrous dick to be wanked!

(Rude or crude? Never!) :)
 
Barbaria1 said:
As the Sheriff and Dungeon Master dismounted and clambered up the stairs, a male voice in the crowd yelled “strip the hussies naked!”

And within seconds, the crowd took up the cry … the call that the condemned women be totally bared swelling into a thunderous demand that reverberated off the buildings lining the edges of the square.

Tree looked questionably at the Sheriff, who promptly nodded his approval. Whereupon Tree sauntered over to Maid Marion and roughly stripped away the cloth covering her loins; then did the same with Barbara.

The crowd roared its thunderous approval.





TBC
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Tree leads the naked Lady Barbara to the noose. The crowd spares no lewd comments.
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Lady Barbara protests "I am a lady! You cannot hang me!"
But Sister Angel says "Put the noose around her neck and string her up! She'll choke like any common woman would."
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Tree puts the noose around her neck and says "Nothing personal. They pay me to do this."
Barbara reaches back with one hand and feels the lump in Tree's trousers. She growls "And you aren't enjoying stringing me up?"
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A cleric Tree does not recognize stands before Lady Barbara and prays she is slow to strangle when she is hanged and spends eternity in hell as Satan's whore. Tree casually checks the bindings on Barbara's wrists and says "Satan is going to have a better time than I am."
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Stripped naked the trio await,
The start of their grisly fate.
The crowd's making a din,
Their patience is thin,
'It'll soon be dark at this rate!'

Barb's sisters are all full of glee!
'She'll be swinging soon, you will see!'
'The tart's had it coming.'
Their insults are numbing,
But none of this matters to Tree.

He checks once again the three ropes.
And gives the two girls furtive gropes.
'Nice tits and asses!'
He adjusts his glasses,
And back into position he slopes.
 
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