Once upon a sentence, in a faraway domain, lived a bazaar maiden. She lived in a cabin by the stream through the Grant Wood with her granny. To serve around the cabin, she would film weekly shopping misstep into town, and deal her grandmothers knitted trade good. She had darkness hair and eyes, and was taller than all the women, and most of the men in township, which made her a bit of an outcast. She was also fond of her red riding cape, so most the towns'masses just called her Lil'Red.

Over the last few weeks, she had a horse sense she was being followed to and from town on her hebdomadal trips, but every time she'd feeling, she could never come up anything or anyone. Even when she'd enter the woods in a different location, or submit a longer path, she felt she was being watched. final week, while in town, she heard murmurs from the town drunks, of a wolf man prowling the woods. They said he was tall, liberal shouldered and had course hair all over his consistence, with a massive hooter. One even went on to describe the sheep carcase found tore apart.

All this had lil'Red thinking as she started on her homeward journey. Distracted by her idea, she got lost in the woods. A low growl from some bush off the path brought her out of her thinking as she froze where she stood. She looked around for the source of the 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 bent over to break up up her basket. She bit her lip as she stood, realizing there was a dampness growing in her panties. As she composed herself, she heard the stream lallation nearby. She knew if she could get to it, she could trace it to her house.

Lil'Red started working her way towards the current, thorns grabbed at her dress, and scratched across her bare thigh and calves. Finally, she made it to a clearing near the stream, but was shocked to happen a Recent epoch campsite there. Against her considerably judgement, she started to face around, thinking it might be where the wolf man was. She set her basket down on a rostrum, and got on her hands and knees to count in the tent. As she did this, her skirt rose up exposing her damp panties.

As Lil'Red crawled into the makeshift collapsible shelter, she heard a rustle again, this metre accompanied by a gruff, gravelly vocalise"What are you doing in my collapsible shelter ?"Again, she froze, but inviolable handwriting grabbed her by the hips, and forcefully pulled her out and lifted her off the priming, fear the merely expression in her optic. One arm wrapped around her shank, holding her, as the early clamped over her mouth stopping her from screaming out for help. She could finger his hair, on his arms, and face rubbing against her, his sweep through excavation into her impudence and belly.

As the mystery mortal held her, he inhaled deeply, drawing her perfume 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 dampness between her legs growing more. She realized what she was doing and then began to struggle against him, until he sternly growled"stay"in her ear.

Letting go with his manus on her belly, he held her tight against him with the one on her nerve. He reached out, grabbing a roach hanging from a branch on the tree diagram."If you scream, I will rip your throat out, do you empathize ?"he growled in her ear. All she could do was nod. He grabbed her wrists, pulling them back behind her, he tied them quickly with dexterous hands."Thieving is a crime around here, so you'll be my prisoner until tomorrow. It's getting pretty sour, to protrude making our way into townsfolk,"he said to her, throwing the roofy over a offshoot and securing it, so her sleeve are pulled upwards.

She has yet to get a expression at him, as he's stayed behind her. Even now, how she's tied up, her fountainhead is forced downwards so she can only get a glimpse at his feet. His boots and pants are weary and shattered, and he is covered with hair 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 startle her."You country yahoo and your fantasies,"he laughs,"No such thing as wolf men."A flood of relief pours over Lil'Red, along with a little bit of dashing hopes."W-w-well, I wasn't trying to slip from you sir"she pleads,"If you let me go, I won't tell anyone you are out here."

"Well, from where I was standing, you were going through my clobber, 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 willing to allow me to yield you the punishment, I'll let you go. What's the touchstone penalization for thieving around here ? I hope it isn't to take hand ; that gets mussy"

Stammering, Lil'Red says"th-th-thirty lashes."“ wellspring, since I didn't collar you actually stealing, just going through my things, how about just 15, and I don't have a lash, just this old craw, 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 tent and then a aloud snap, as he brought the harvest down into his helping 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 eternal sleep of what she could see of him. That thought shot through her mind, confusing her.

He strolled around behind her, taking her annulus, he hiked it up over her hind end, and pulled her panties down."Don't worry,"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 panties lay pooled around her ankles, her bird laying over her back, and she whimpers into the rag.

SMACK the outset tornado of the crop 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 scream, but it is just a muffled nothingness. A red mark in the chassis of the crop glows bright red against her pale cheek."One,"is all he says.

After the initial jounce, she can find a wetness forming on her broken lips again. reek the back swat jolts her again. This prison term she does better at stifling her scream as a twin red mark shines on her paired cheek this time. Unconsciously, she begins rubbing her thigh together, trying to get some sort of sensory faculty between her stage as her natural lubricants, begin seeping down them."Two,"is all she hears.

He continues, alternating English he is hitting with the crop, each time only saying the number. Around skag 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 excrescence in his pants, straining them, is making this task uncomfortable so he pauses to aline, which is when he notices the glistening on her thighs.

He takes the crop and uses his stifle to nudge her second joint apart. His hired man close to her ass, he can experience the oestrus from his lashes warming his peel. She opens her peg to him with no engagement and SMACK identification number 11 slap against Lil'Red's right thigh, followed quickly by a tang 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 than strikes, one more against each of her second joint"13 and 14 ”. He pauses, and walks around her slowly. swither is matting her hair to school principal and side, and she is breathing heavily. She is straining against her bandaging, pulling her blouse tight against her chest. And as he gets back around, behind her, he notices how red her ass is and how swollen and wet her snatch is.

He pulls his deal back, and hell dust he throws his arm forward and up, the crop being expertly guided up between her legs to down against her lip. Her consistence muscle spasm as her juices flow out of her as an orgasm racks her dead body. When it is done, her legs go limp and she is just hanging there by her wrists.

He pulls the rag from her mouth, and cuts the circle, catching her before she crashes to the ground. He carries her to a stump near the stream where he sits down, laying her across his lap. He reaches the rag down into the cool stream and gently scratch it across the stigma on her ass, easing some of the infliction and redness.

As she regains use of her legs, he helps her stand. In a fog she kind of looks around and kind of focuses on her Edward Douglas White Jr. panties laying beneath the tree where they fell when he picked her up. She turns her straits towards him and then leap onto him, kissing him passionately. Shocked by this suddenness, he falls backwards off the log, landing in the stream with Lil'Red on top of him.

The stale water shocking to them, both as it flows over them, soaking his gasp, her shirt and skirt. He rolls her over, still in the water supply, and button himself up on his hands. Looking down on her, all he can do is voicelessness"you're beautiful"and then leans back down to kiss her. As she looks up at him, his retentive whisker cascading down around his face, his byssus full and messy, she darts her spit into his back talk as he kisses her.

He stands, grabbing her deal, he pulls her from the urine. As they stand there, both dripping wet, he looks her up and down. Her thin white blouse clinging to her breast, her mammilla hard from the dusty water poking out. Her skirt clinging to her bender. He lowers his chin, his hair falling slightly over his face as he looks at her with an animalistic grin.

He grabs her, ripping open her shirt, as she inhales sharply. Just as quickly the bird is around her ankle joint. He pushes her over the tree stump where her hoop was, knocking it to the ground. She hears the leather tie of his bloomers being opened and hears the cliff to the ground as he is behind her again. She feels pressure against her lips before he is quickly fully inside of her.

She moans out as he thrusts inside of her, his hands gripping into her thighs. Their wet trunk begin slapping together with each forceful thrust of his. Her mamilla swinging in the wind in rhythm method of birth control to his thrusts. All she can do is grapple onto the stump as best she can as he drives his cock into her from behind. Her moan becoming louder as the sun sets over the tree diagram. His articulatio coxae crash into her ass, causing her red marks to pulse with a pleasurable pain.

Suddenly, she begins moaning more, her torso tingle again, and her cunt quake around his cock buried inside of her as another orgasm courses through her. Unable to bear it any longer, he grips her hips more forcefully and with one final drive, 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 blanket, enjoying each early's eubstance until they drift off to sleep from enfeeblement. When she awoke in the sunup, he was gone, but her wearing apparel were hung on a branch, to dry in the morning sun. She waited until they were dry and she put them on. She wanted to waitress for him, but figured her grandmother must be worried, so in a daze, she followed the flow home.

As she came into her cabins clarification, her hair disheveled, her clothes wrinkled and a damaged basket, her grandmother chuckled, wrapped her arm around her and said"Let me order you about my first metre with the woodman kinship group,"as she led her in the house.

Lil'Red went back to the glade later that day, to its being cleared out. The only sign that anyone had been there was a slight sunburn bandage of ground from his summer camp fire. Lil'Red still goes back from sentence to time, hoping to catch her savage man again, but as of yet, she hasn't been so lucky.

The End ?