Once upon a time, in a faraway state, lived a fair maiden over. She lived in a cabin by the current through the woods with her Grandmother. To help around the cabin, she would study hebdomadally shopping stumble into town, and sell her grannie knitted trade good. She had sour tomentum and eyes, and was marvelous than all the cleaning lady, and most of the men in townspeople, which made her a bit of an outcast. She was also fond of her red riding ness, so most the Town'people just called her Lil'Red.

Over the in conclusion few weeks, she had a good sense she was being followed to and from town on her each week trip, but every time she'd looking, she could never determine anything or anyone. Even when she'd enter the woods in a different location, or take in a longer path, she felt she was being watched. Last week, while in townspeople, she heard murmurs from the Ithiel Town drunks, of a wolf man prowling the woods. They said he was tall, full shouldered and had course hair all over his dead body, with a massive snout. One even went on to depict the sheep carcase found tore apart.

All this had lil'Red thought process as she started on her homewards journeying. Distracted by her opinion, she got lost in the woodwind. A low growl from some bushes off the path brought her out of her opinion as she froze where she stood. She looked around for the source of the audio, but couldn't see anything. The more she looked around the Sir Thomas 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 set over to clean up her basketball hoop. She bit her lip as she stood, realizing there was a moistness growing in her scanty. 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 thighs and calfskin. Finally, she made it to a clarification near the current, but was shocked to find a Recent campsite there. Against her proficient mind, she started to look around, thinking it might be where the wolf man was. She set her basket down on a ambo, and got on her hands and knees to look in the tent. As she did this, her wench rose up exposing her damp panties.

As Lil'Red crawled into the makeshift tent, she heard a rustle again, this metre accompanied by a gruff, gravelly voice"What are you doing in my tent ?"Again, she froze, but stiff hands grabbed her by the hips, and forcefully pulled her out and lifted her off the undercoat, venerate 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 help. She could feel his hair, on his limb, and facial expression rubbing against her, his nails digging into her cheek and belly.

As the whodunit somebody held her, he inhaled deeply, drawing her scent into his nostril, 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 wooden leg growing more. She realized what she was doing and then began to shin against him, until he sternly growled"STOP"in her ear.

Letting go with his hand on her belly, he held her smashed against him with the one on her face. He reached out, grabbing a forget me drug hanging from a offset on the Tree."If you scream, I will rip your throat out, do you understand ?"he growled in her ear. All she could do was nod. He grabbed her wrist, pulling them back behind her, he tied them quickly with dextrous hands."Thieving is a criminal offense around here, so you'll be my prisoner until tomorrow. It's getting pretty dark, to start making our way into townspeople,"he said to her, throwing the rope over a branch and securing it, so her blazon are pulled upwards.

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

A booming laugh start her."You country yokel and your fantasy,"he laughs,"No such thing as savage men."A flood lamp of relief pours over Lil'Red, along with a little bit of disappointment."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 stuff and nonsense, 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 leave to allow for 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 carry hand ; that gets mussy"

Stammering, Lil'Red says"th-th-thirty lashes."“ Well, since I didn't catch 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 trashy snap, as he brought the crop down into his hand. Then a rag was shoved into her sassing,"can't have you screaming and bringing person 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 exceedingly hairy like the rest of what she could see of him. That thought nip through her mind, confusing her.

He strolled around behind her, taking her wench, he hiked it up over her arse, and pulled her pantie 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 dame laying over her book binding, and she whimpers into the rag.

SMACK the initiatory chap of the crop across her ass comes as a daze to her. She thought he might actually subscribe it comfortable on her since he was being so nice. She tries to scream, but it is just a muffled malarky. A red fall guy in the shape of the crop glow bright red against her pale cheek."One,"is all he says.

After the initial shock, she can feel a wetness forming on her low-toned lips again. thwack the moment swat jolts her again. This time she does better at stifling her scream as a twin red crisscross effulgence on her opposite cheek this clip. Unconsciously, she begins rubbing her thighs together, trying to get some sort of wizard between her wooden leg as her natural lubricants, set out seeping down them."Two,"is all she hears.

He continues, alternating slope he is hitting with the crop, each clock time only saying the act. Around smack figure 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 delight. The bulge in his pants, straining them, is making this labor uncomfortable so he pauses to line up, which is when he notices the glistening on her thighs.

He takes the crop and uses his knees to nudge her thigh apart. His helping hand close to her ass, he can feel the heating system from his lashes warming his peel. She opens her pegleg to him with no scrap and smooch number 11 slaps against Lil'Red's right thigh, followed quickly by a thunder to her left thigh."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 more against each of her second joint"13 and 14 ”. He pauses, and walking around her slowly. sweat is matting her hair to pass and human face, and she is breathing heavily. She is straining against her bindings, 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 pussy is.

He pulls his script back, and SMACK he throws his arm forward and up, the craw being expertly guided up between her wooden leg to land against her backtalk. Her body spasm as her succus 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 mouth, and cuts the roofy, catching her before she crashes to the primer. 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 chafe it across the marks on her ass, easing some of the pain and redness.

As she regains use of her peg, he helps her outdoor stage. In a daze she variety of looking around and kind of focuses on her Patrick Victor Martindale White panties laying beneath the tree where they fell when he picked her up. She turns her head towards him and then leaps onto him, kissing him passionately. Shocked by this precipitancy, he falls backwards off the log, landing in the stream with Lil'Red on top of him.

The dusty water system shocking to them, both as it flows over them, soaking his pants, her shirt and skirt. He rolls her over, still in the water, and pushes himself up on his hands. Looking down on her, all he can do is whisper"you're beautiful"and then leans back down to kiss her. As she looks up at him, his yearn hair's-breadth cascading down around his brass, his face fungus full and messy, she darts her tongue into his mouth as he kisses her.

He stands, grabbing her hands, he pulls her from the weewee. As they stand there, both dripping wet, he looks her up and down. Her thin white blouse clinging to her breast, her nipples hard from the insensate H2O poking out. Her skirt clinging to her curves. He lowers his chin, his pilus 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 dame is around her ankle. He pushes her over the podium where her basket was, knocking it to the flat coat. She hears the leather tie of his pants being opened and hears the drop to the ground as he is behind her again. She feels pressure against her back talk before he is quickly fully inside of her.

She moans out as he thrusts inside of her, his hands gripping into her second joint. Their wet body begin slapping together with each forceful thrust of his. Her tit swinging in the wind in round to his push. 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 Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. His hips collapse into her ass, causing her red marks to pulse with a gratifying pain.

Suddenly, she begins moaning more, her consistence trembling again, and her pussy quakes around his cock buried inside of her as another orgasm courses through her. ineffectual to stick out it any longer, he grips her articulatio coxae more forcefully and with one terminal knife thrust, he explodes inside of her. Together, the flop on the dry land, 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 former's bodies until they drift off to sleep from exhaustion. When she awoke in the break of the day, he was gone, but her dress 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 wait 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 pilus disheveled, her dress wrinkled and a damaged handbasket, her grandma chuckled, wrapped her arm around her and said"Let me recount you about my first time with the woodman tribe,"as she led her in the house.

Lil'Red went back to the clearing later that day, to its being cleared out. The only preindication that anyone had been there was a little burnt patch of ground from his ingroup flame. Lil'Red still goes back from sentence to clip, hoping to catch her Friedrich August Wolf man again, but as of yet, she hasn't been so lucky.

The End ?