Magic Dress - Marian Pt. 02

CHAPTER 6

Sometime later, Robin came in disguise to my castle and stayed with me for a week. Only the most trusted servants knew who he was. I wore the wondrous kirtle every day, and he swived me every night! He told me that Will of Sharlot had borrowed my noblewomen's clothes and played the part of the warrior maid several times.

I had sent my wife away to visit her cousin, Guy's wife, lest Robin be discovered. I would of course be hanged, but she would not be complicit, and might be spared some punishment because of her relation.

This proved fortuitous, as she returned to tell us of the plans the Sheriff and Prince John had been making to capture Robin, which were part of the gossip in Guy's house. Knowing this helped his evasion. She agreed to visit again for further news.

My wife had another idea. As there were many more outlaws now, it was dangerous for them all to be found together. She suggested they split up, which they did, one of the original band being a leader and wearing the cape and hood in Lincoln Green. Soon there were reports of Robin Greenhood and the Mary men robbing anywhere from Derby to York! Most groups also had a warrior maid, commonly called Mary-Anne in the tales and songs now being heard. Sharlot had been particularly convincing, in a band with Stutely as Robin in the cape and hood. The two best archers showed their mettle, and Robin Greenhood's skill in this craft grew in the telling. Some of the tales said that the Mary men had a bear fighting for them, or a giant! The soldiers rushed from one place to another trying to catch them as they seemed to roam the Great Forest.

My faithful wife visited her cousin oft to glean news, and report back to me. This information was forwarded to Robin via Friar Tuck, and thence to the other groups who organised raids so as never to seem to be in two places at once, but only apparently moving from one place to another at speed through the forest.

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CHAPTER 7

"What ails thee, husband of mine?" asked my faithful wife. I told her that I was missing Robin.

"And his swiving?" she answered. The servants must have told her, and I think she guessed from my behaviour. I told her how it had started and that the previous night I had had my dream of being swived, and had lost my seed. She said she was still my constant wife and loved me, and that such things between men were more common than I might think. She had also heard of other nobles who liked to dress in women's raiment and converse as one daughter of Eve to another.

It was about two weeks later, when I had just bathed that she summoned me to her chambers. Her maid was nowhere around. She dressed me in lady's clothes, including the breasts, and bad me sit and talk with her. There were even some new slippers for me to wear, which must have been made especially. I was forbad to talk of male things: of war, religion, taxes and the problems of the estate. She said in this way, as Lady Marian, I could be a companion as often as I wished. It was really peaceful to be in this manner, as we supped a little wine and she gave me a new view of the world.

Had this been all, I would have been well pleased with the day, but there was more.

She showed me a polished and shaped wooden rod, which she had taken from her bedside.

"Lady Marian, knowest thou what this may be?" I looked.

"Is it a spindle, such as Master Button maketh for the finest chairs, or a spinning wheel?"

"Tis surely a spindle, made on a lathe by a woodcarver. Dost thou see it is much the same as the dolls which Master and Mistress Button make?"

Indeed, it had a head and shoulders, though no face was evident, and it was very smooth. I remarked how good it was of them to make these little dolls and dress them in spare pieces of cloth as gifts for the girls on the estates. Those that could afford it gave them a farthing, but not even the poorest girl had to be without a precious dolly to comfort her.

"This is called a dill-doll, or by some women, a daily dolly, and is used by women beyond childhood. It prepares maids for marriage, and comforts wives whose husbands are far away. It is for a woman to swive herself, or be swived by another."

"But surely..." I began, but knew not what else to say.

I did not complain as she laid me back on the bed as she had so often done for me, and raised my skirts. However, as my manhood began to rise, I felt embarrassed, and tried to cover myself as I began to say I was sorry.

She shushed me.

"There is naught amiss, my love. Lay back and feel what it is to be served, thy cock and cunt both."

She greased my arse and slowly entered the dill-doll. As it moved backwards and forwards, I felt such pleasure, much enhanced when she said "This is Robin's brave cock, enjoying thee, Lady Marian."

I could not believe the joy when she bent her head and took my cock in her mouth, while gently swiving me. This joy came to ecstasy when my seed surged so powerfully into her mouth with the dill-doll buried deep. She continued to thrust gently as she swallowed my life-force, and my cock softened.

She put the soiled dill-doll in a chamber pot, and bad me clean myself in the privy when I had recovered. That night we slept together in nightgowns as two ladies might when cousins or good friends. At some point the dill-doll had been removed and cleaned by a servant.

"Thou mayst be with me as two maids together as oft as thou wishest, dear Marian," she said. "Though thou must of course do thy duties as a lord, and I must needs visit my cousin to gain news of Guy's plans. And I will do the same service for thee after each bathing."

I resolved to bathe each fortnight!

Robin and I got together as often as we could, and swived. But I had not been with him for many months, when I bathed and received a surprise.

"Tis time, methinks, for thee Marian to serve all of the Mary men!"

"How so, good wife, when they are scattered and dare not come here?" I asked, though with hope and excitement.

"I shall play the part of each, and swive thee. But be aware, thine own cock will have no meaning and I will not stop just because it gives seed. Art in harmony with this plan?"

I gladly agreed.

With my dress raised well out of the way, and a cloth beneath me, I bent over the bed, and discovered how clever she had been. There were two chamber pots with warm water in which to wash the dill-doll and rags to wipe, plus some grease. She proceeded to swive me long and well, sometimes speaking as one of Mary's men, sometimes making comments as a bystander.

"Dear Marian, it is Sharlot here. I thank thee for this, but let me not hurt thee, maid, just pleasure us both." I know not how she knew; but it was very like his gentle thrusting, and the things he had once said. She made a grunt of pleasure, as a man doth, and thanked me as she removed the spindle. There was then a short interval as my arse was exposed and empty, and I yearned for it to be filled again. She did this with each one, that I might imagine each new cock.

"Oh! A perfect shot by Master Stutely! His shaft is buried deep in the target with the first try!" This swiving was less gentle, just the swift and accurate thrusts of a man intent on his pleasure, which she again voiced.

My own cock was dripping like a leaking cock on a water-tub, as the next one entered.

It was something like Robin's voice which said "Marian, my love. Thou wilt always be mine to swive. Let me show the depths of my desire," as I was lustily swived, just as I wanted to be. I truly thought of him, like a dream come true, until mine own cock was discharging on the cloth.

It was my wife's voice which said "Dear Marian, thou hast had the maiden's pleasure. Now thou must give thy lord his!" She continued for a good while before making pretence of man's satisfaction.

I was very happy. "I thank thee most heartily," I said, starting to rise.

"Nay, maiden, thou must stay! There are besides lusty men whose desires must be met before thy rest, beginning with Much. Oh, see how deep and well he grindeth thy flour!"

I gave myself up, as a maid might, to the cocks enjoying me, in turn Alan, David and Gilbert. Alan sang a tune to the rhythm of the thrusting, David swore great oaths, and Gilbert was again a perfect shot, almost splitting the target.

"Now have a care, and prepare to meet John Littleshaft!"

I was opened up almost as much as I could bear by a large dill-doll, which then proceeded to fill me vigorously. There was nothing for it but to take and even revel in the way I was being stretched. This was indeed something like his great shaft. Unlike the joy I felt with Robin's supposed cock, this was somehow a deep satisfaction of a different sort, though it went on and on.

Eventually "John" announced his own release and I could feel myself gaping as never before.

"Now, thou mayst thank me, thou whore!" and she laughed. "Strewth, thou art a lusty wench! To take so many cocks is more than I could bear!"

She showed me the new dill-doll which Master Button had made especially, and I was astonished, though I truly believe it were no larger than John's staff.

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