Once upon a time, in a faraway land, lived a fairly maiden over. She lived in a cabin by the current through the Ellen Price Wood with her gran. To help around the cabin, she would choose every week shopping trips into Ithiel Town, and trade her gran knitted good. She had black haircloth and oculus, and was taller than all the charwoman, and well-nigh of the men in town, which made her a bit of an outcast. She was also fond of her red riding cape, so most the townspeople'citizenry just called her Lil'Red.

Over the terminal few weeks, she had a sense she was being followed to and from township on her hebdomadally misstep, but every time she'd tone, she could never discover anything or anyone. Even when she'd enter the woods in a different locating, or ingest a longer way of life, she felt she was being watched. Last week, while in town, she heard murmurs from the townspeople inebriate, of a savage man prowling the woodwind. They said he was magniloquent, across-the-board shouldered and had course hairsbreadth all over his body, with a monumental neb. One even went on to identify the sheep carcass found tore apart.

All this had lil'Red thinking as she started on her homeward journeying. Distracted by her thinking, she got lost in the woods. A low growl from some Dubyuh off the itinerary brought her out of her thoughts as she froze where she stood. She looked around for the beginning of the speech sound, but couldn't see anything. The more she looked around the more she realized she had no clue where she was, and that it was starting to become dark.

She shrieked and dropped her basket as a bush rustled, and something darted out of them. After realizing it was only a squirrel, she composed herself and knack over to pick up her basket. She bit her lip as she stood, realizing there was a moistness growing in her panties. As she composed herself, she heard the stream babbling nearby. She knew if she could get to it, she could follow it to her house.

Lil'Red started working her way towards the stream, thorns grabbed at her clothes, and scratched across her bare thigh and calves. Finally, she made it to a clearing near the stream, but was shocked to witness a Recent bivouac there. Against her respectable judgement, she started to look around, thinking it might be where the wolf man was. She set her basket down on a stump, and got on her manus and knee to look in the collapsible shelter. As she did this, her skirt rose up exposing her damp panties.

As Lil'Red crawled into the make-do tent, she heard a rustling again, this metre accompanied by a gruff, gravelly voice"What are you doing in my tent ?"Again, she froze, but strong hands grabbed her by the hips, and forcefully pulled her out and lifted her off the ground, fear the only expression in her eyes. One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her, as the other clamped over her mouth stopping her from screaming out for aid. She could feel his hair, on his coat of arms, and cheek rubbing against her, his nails digging into her impudence and belly.

As the mystery person held her, he inhaled deeply, drawing her odour into his nostrils, and let out a low guttural growl in her ear. Involuntarily, she let out a whimper as she pressed her ass back tighter into him, the moistness between her peg growing more. She realized what she was doing and then began to skin against him, until he sternly growled"STOP"in her ear.

Letting go with his hired man on her belly, he held her tight against him with the one on her face. He reached out, grabbing a Mexican valium hanging from a branch on the tree."If you scream, I will rip your throat out, do you interpret ?"he growled in her ear. All she could do was nod. He grabbed her carpus, pulling them back behind her, he tied them quickly with deft hands."Thieving is a crime around here, so you'll be my captive until tomorrow. It's getting pretty morose, to depart making our way into town,"he said to her, throwing the rope over a branch and securing it, so her arms are pulled upwards.

She has yet to get a spirit at him, as he's stayed behind her. Even now, how she's tied up, her head is forced downwards so she can only get a glimpse at his feet. His boots and trouser are fall apart and tattered, and he is covered with whisker based on what she felt while he held her, and the holes where she can see his legs."A-a-are you a w-w-wolf man ?"she stammers out.

A booming jape startles her."You res publica bumpkins and your fancy,"he laughs,"No such matter as wolf men."A overflow of relief pours over Lil'Red, along with a fiddling bit of letdown."W-w-well, I wasn't trying to steal from you sir"she pleads,"If you let me go, I won't tell anyone you are out here."

"wellspring, from where I was standing, you were going through my stuff, and you have here a basket of what looks to be stolen goods."

"No, sir, bought and paid for, and I was just exploring. Please let me go ?"

"Perhaps, if you are will to give up me to give you the penalization, I'll let you go. What's the standard punishment for thieving around here ? I hope it isn't to take hand ; that gets messy"

Stammering, Lil'Red says"th-th-thirty lashes."“ Well, since I didn't snatch you actually stealing, just going through my matter, how about just 15, and I don't have a lash, just this old crop, I'll have to use that. Is that acceptable punishment ?"he asked her.

All she could do was nod her head. She heard him rustling around in the collapsible shelter and then a loud snap, as he brought the crop down into his hand. Then a rag was shoved into her oral fissure,"can't have you screaming and bringing somebody over this way"he said, as he stood, unbuttoning his shirt. All she could see was abs, and below, but at least his abs weren't super hairy like the rest of what she could see of him. That thought shot through her head, confusing her.

He strolled around behind her, taking her doll, he hiked it up over her bottomland, and pulled her panties down."Don't concern,"he said,"I just don't want to rip up your clothes, and I can't afford to buy you new ones if I ruin these."The pantie lay pooled around her ankle, her skirt laying over her binding, and she whimpers into the rag.

tang the initiatory crack of the craw across her ass comes as a shock to her. She thought he might actually take it easy on her since he was being so nice. She tries to yell, but it is just a muffled jazz. A red sign in the physique of the crop glows bright red against her picket cheek."One,"is all he says.

After the initial shock, she can feel a wetness forming on her get down back talk again. taste the arcsecond swat jolts her again. This time she does better at stifling her scream as a twin red score shines on her opposite cheek this metre. Unconsciously, she begins rubbing her second joint together, trying to get some form of sensation between her branch as her lifelike lubricants, get down seeping down them."Two,"is all she hears.

He continues, alternating sides he is hitting with the craw, each time only saying the bit. Around sapidity number 10, she is no longer screaming out with each hit, but it almost sounds like she is moaning, with what he can only imagine is pleasure. The bulge in his pants, straining them, is making this task uncomfortable so he pauses to set, which is when he notices the glistening on her thighs.

He takes the crop and uses his knees to nudge her thigh apart. His deal close to her ass, he can feel the heat energy from his eyelash warming his skin. She opens her peg to him with no fighting and SMACK number 11 slap against Lil'Red's right thigh, followed quickly by a smack to her left second joint."11 and 12"he states with no emotion. The wetness on her legs makes for a louder smack.

Quickly he does two more strike, one to a greater extent against each of her thighs"13 and 14 ”. He pauses, and walks around her slowly. swither is matting her hair to header and case, and she is breathing heavily. She is straining against her book binding, pulling her blouse tight against her bureau. And as he gets back around, behind her, he notices how red her ass is and how swollen and wet her pussy is.

He pulls his paw back, and SMACK he throws his arm forward and up, the harvest being expertly guided up between her legs to land against her lips. Her body cramp as her juice flow out of her as an orgasm racks her body. When it is done, her legs go limp and she is just hanging there by her wrists.

He pulls the rag from her lip, and cuts the R-2, catching her before she crashes to the ground. He carries her to a pulpit near the current where he sits down, laying her across his lap. He reaches the rag down into the chill stream and gently chafe it across the marks on her ass, easing some of the pain and redness.

As she regains use of her legs, he helps her stand. In a shock she kind of facial expression around and variety of focus on her egg white pantie laying beneath the Tree where they fell when he picked her up. She turns her head teacher towards him and then leaps onto him, kissing him passionately. Shocked by this precipitateness, he falls backwards off the log, landing in the current with Lil'Red on top of him.

The cold water shocking to them, both as it flows over them, soaking his drawers, her shirt and skirt. He rolls her over, still in the water, and energy himself up on his manpower. Looking down on her, all he can do is whisper"you're beautiful"and then leans back down to osculate her. As she looks up at him, his longsighted tomentum cascading down around his face, his beard full and messy, she darts her tongue into his mouth as he kisses her.

He stands, grabbing her work force, he pulls her from the water system. As they stand there, both dripping wet, he looks her up and down. Her thin out White River blouse clinging to her breast, her mammilla hard from the cold water poking out. Her skirt clinging to her curves. He lowers his chin, his hair falling slightly over his nerve as he looks at her with an animalistic grin.

He grabs her, ripping open her shirt, as she inhales sharply. Just as quickly the skirt is around her ankles. He pushes her over the stump where her hoop was, knocking it to the soil. She hears the leather tie of his pants being opened and hears the fall to the primer coat as he is behind her again. She feels press against her sassing before he is quickly fully inside of her.

She moans out as he thrusts inside of her, his hands gripping into her thigh. Their wet consistence begin slapping together with each forceful thrust of his. Her tits swinging in the wind in speech rhythm to his jabbing. All she can do is grapple onto the rostrum as best she can as he drives his pecker into her from behind. Her moan becoming louder as the sun sets over the Tree. His articulatio coxae clang into her ass, causing her red marks to pulse with a pleasurable pain.

Suddenly, she begins moaning more, her physical structure quivers again, and her twat temblor around his pecker buried inside of her as another orgasm courses through her. Unable to stand it any longer, he grips her hips more forcefully and with one final thrust, he explodes inside of her. Together, the prostration on the ground, and she snuggles up against him. They lay there together, both panting.

Finally, she stands, pulling him, she leads them to the tent. They lay there together, wrapped in his bearskin mantle, enjoying each former's soundbox until they drift off to sleep from enfeeblement. When she awoke in the morning, he was gone, but her clothes were hung on a branch, to dry in the break of the day sun. She waited until they were dry and she put them on. She wanted to wait for him, but figured her gran must be worried, so in a daze, she followed the stream home.

As she came into her cabins clarification, her pilus disheveled, her apparel wrinkled and a damaged basket, her grandmother chuckled, wrapped her arm around her and said"Let me tell you about my get-go fourth dimension with the woodworker kindred,"as she led her in the house.

Lil'Red went back to the clearing later that day, to its being cleared out. The only sign that anyone had been there was a picayune burnt piece of primer from his camp fire. Lil'Red still goes back from clip to time, hoping to grab her masher man again, but as of yet, she hasn't been so lucky.

The End ?