Robinn' the Hood with the Gansta's
When the tables are turned, so are the robbed!
M(oral) preamble: All characters depicted here exceed the age of 18, no Bronies were harmed in the making of this treatise.
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Robin was a slightly buxom young maiden blessed with the gift of a big cock, as were the majority of her entourage of marauding Merry Gangsta's. Together they would relieve noble persons of their lusts, along with their cumbersome worldly possessions. They quite literally took their pussies, cocks, tits, mouths and their favorite, booties.
"Okay laddies and ladies" exclaimed Robin "today we hear tell of a carriage caravan stuffed with elite bourgeoisie and their equally fat wallets" which was followed by muted cackles from the ragtag bunch "we're gonna pounce on 'em from out the Great Gulge hiding stones" roars from the crowded mass ensue "then we pounce on 'em with our big bulges and cracks" the roars become louder.
She continues "Let me remind you all that priority #1 is the gold, THEN the celebrations. I'm sure ALL of you know the drill, and it's NOT to drill until we strike oil, then we can gush ourselves all we like" uproarious guffaws follow the lascivious entendre.
Suddenly a heckling chide emanates from the crowd "Hey Robin what's a pirate's favorite letter?"
"Arrrrrr" says Robin with a grin shared with the "audience" as they boo her corny response.
"We ride within the hour, take your positions, so we can position THEM in the manner we choose" this evokes the loudest of cheers "let us prepare forthwith" and the troupe busies themselves for onslaught, kinda!
The roughians gather with their leader behind the large stone framing the narrowing of the pass. They crouch down and only whisper.
"Dang, Friar Tucked when you squat I can see your tiny balls and fat asshole peeking under your robe" says one of the horniest amongst the banditos "hope they got one like you I could stick or else I'm jumpin' you tonight."
Friar's only reply is a scowl.
"Shhhh you want to blow this or what?" demands Robin "and no one say nothin' about blowin'' she admonished when noticing the haughty chuckles from the troupe.
At once Maid Marian quietly says "they're here!" then the drum of horses and the squeaking gyration of wooden wheels is heard, signaling her to jump quickly in the middle of the dusty highway and wave her arms in distress.
"Help, these, whatever they are, are trying to capture me and bring me into their hidden den of iniquity. Help me please!" feigns Marian as the wagon train of wig donning gentry comes to a screeching halt.
A male wig in the lead car pokes his head out the swinging door and declares "I say, NOT so young maiden, remove your being from the path, we have not a second to spare for your predicament. Besides, such a venerated maiden as yourself can ill afford to scoff the fortuitous advances of ANY man!"
Marian smirks at the thought of a "pre-dick-ament" and says to herself "you have no idea" and proceeds to saunter towards the carriage of noble "wannabe's."
The miffed gentry begin to slowly exit their transports and stare with bug eyes at Marian, who is removing an article of cloth with each pace. She's down to ruffled bloomers by the time she reaches the first driver. She suggestively smiles at him and stands akimbo. The lady passengers quickly yank their partners back to the coaches with disgust at their beau's gawking sleepwalk.
From the rear charges the rest of the gang and they mount the carriage running boards with pistols blazing at the hapless passengers. Simultaneously they declare "stand and deliver, your precious goods and your garments. ALL of both, please" and the occupants reluctantly file out.
"Very well. Please deposit your pounds, notes, bad checks, anything into the chests which have been placed before you for your convenience" says Robin "and, oh yes, your personal articles should be deposited into the sacks to be graciously donated to the village destitute. They thank you for your generosity in advance. Now do it!"
Slowly the captured divest themselves of both their valuables and clothing into the designated depositories, all the while riveted to the weapons whose business ends are but an arm's length away. While they hesitantly remove their garments each rogue of the horde licks their lips in anticipation of claiming their choicest victims: some of them will be men, some women, some only one at a time and some all at once. They arrange the objects of their trysts in a line front to back.
Friar puts two buff looking well hung men up front, the pair of women to serve him as a mere lezzie show for his entertainment, they being of no further value of sexual exploitation to him. Jamal, the tall dark member of the clan, aligns his musings into pairs of women and men. He envisions the former to be mounting on top of him and placing their pussies and asses on his face for oral servicing, the latter to give themselves handjobs on the sideline.
Bridgitte decides just the opposite and will have her girls lick her clitoris and fondle her breasts while that carriage's captive men will alternate fucking her ass. Samson, Sammy as he's better known, dribbles at the thought of his elder guy sucking his dick while his mistress sucks his asshole. Then he will reverse roles and eat the hairy snatched buxom senior's pussy and asshole as the older gent fucks his butt hole in missionary.
The gang leader, Robin, herself a shemale, will line up her coach's three young men side by side in doggy and issue a few pumps of her endowment into their unsuspecting assholes in succession, then make them put their faces together while she cums all over them. She's not particularly keen on their mother's participation and offers her to Marian "Yo Mar, got an extra old chick for ya here" to which the mother grimaces.
"I'll take her, thanks, could use a fluffer to soften up these tightwads," says Marian.
Gang members Scar, an Asian Honduran, and the Spanish Moor shemale Mercedes in the last car conduct their typical game of best out of 3 rock, paper, scissors. The winner will get first choice of their coach's mixed pair of subjugates. It's not surprising to find the contest superfluous, as Merc always picks women, Scar the gents, which they eventually switch with each other anyway. The statuesque Mercedes just loves to ream assholes hard from above while the squat male Scar prefers mutual oral.
All the abductees by now have been stripped of their wears and wares. Hairy pussies and balls, large and small breasts, juicy and sparse behinds, and long and short penises become fully available for plunder. Robin H. gives the tacit signal for the gang to start having their way with their playthings by advancing towards hers.
"Okay mama's boyz, all fours, shoulder to shoulder, youngest blondie you're in the middle" barks Robin, and she reaches into her satchel for the whale oil to dribble along the lads' butts. She loves watching the juice slough down their cracks, past their assholes and form suspended drops on the underside of their goose bumped balls.
