Once upon a metre, in a faraway land, lived a fair maiden. She lived in a cabin by the watercourse through the woods with her Grandmother. To avail around the cabin, she would take weekly shopping slip into town, and sell her gran knitted good. She had dark hair and eyes, and was marvelous than all the women, and nigh of the men in town, which made her a bit of an outcast. She was also fond of her red riding mantle, so most the townsfolk'the great unwashed just called her Lil'Red.

Over the finale few weeks, she had a common sense she was being followed to and from township on her every week misstep, but every metre she'd spirit, she could never find anything or anyone. Even when she'd enter the woods in a unlike localisation, or take a longer path, she felt she was being watched. last-place week, while in town, she heard murmurs from the town drunks, of a brute man prowling the woods. They said he was tall, broad shouldered and had course pilus all over his body, with a massive snout. One even went on to describe the sheep carcass found tore apart.

All this had lil'Red thinking as she started on her homeward journey. Distracted by her view, she got lost in the woods. A low growl from some bushes off the path brought her out of her idea as she froze where she stood. She looked around for the generator of the sound, but couldn't see anything. The more she looked around the more than 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 pick up her basket. She bit her lip as she stood, realizing there was a damp 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 current, thorns grabbed at her clothes, and scratched across her bare thighs and calves. Finally, she made it to a clarification near the stream, but was shocked to find a recent camping site there. Against her better judgement, she started to front around, thinking it might be where the wolf man was. She set her basket down on a stump, and got on her men and knees to look in the collapsible shelter. As she did this, her skirt rose up exposing her damp panties.

As Lil'Red crawled into the makeshift tent, she heard a rustling again, this meter accompanied by a gruff, gravelly vocalization"What are you doing in my collapsible shelter ?"Again, she froze, but strong hands grabbed her by the articulatio coxae, and forcefully pulled her out and lifted her off the priming, 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 help. She could feel his hair's-breadth, on his arms, and fount rubbing against her, his arrest excavation into her boldness and belly.

As the mystery mortal held her, he inhaled deeply, drawing her scent 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"blockage"in her ear.

rental go with his hand on her belly, he held her tight against him with the one on her face. He reached out, grabbing a rope hanging from a subdivision on the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree."If you scream, I will rip your throat out, do you empathise ?"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 dextrous hands."Thieving is a criminal offense around here, so you'll be my prisoner until tomorrow. It's getting pretty dark, to pop out making our way into townsfolk,"he said to her, throwing the rope over a limb and securing it, so her branch are pulled upwards.

She has yet to get a feel 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 ft. His rush and bloomers are break 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 laugh start her."You country hick and your fantasies,"he laughs,"No such thing as wolf men."A flood of embossment pours over Lil'Red, along with a little bit of disappointment."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."

"Well, 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 bequeath to admit me to make you the punishment, I'll let you go. What's the standard punishment for thieving around here ? I hope it isn't to take script ; that gets messy"

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

All she could do was nod her head teacher. She heard him rustling around in the tent and then a loud crack, as he brought the crop down into his hand. Then a rag was shoved into her mouth,"can't have you screaming and bringing individual 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 mind, confusing her.

He strolled around behind her, taking her skirt, he hiked it up over her bottom, 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 one if I ruin these."The panties lay pooled around her ankles, her bird laying over her back, and she whimpers into the rag.

slap the first crack of the crop across her ass comes as a shock to her. She thought he might actually take it wanton on her since he was being so nice. She tries to call, but it is just a softened nothingness. A red mug in the shape of the craw freshness bright red against her pale cheek."One,"is all he says.

After the initial shock, she can sense a wetness forming on her down in the mouth mouth again. SMACK the 2d swat saccade her again. This prison term she does effective at stifling her scream as a twin red mark shines on her opposition cheek this time. Unconsciously, she begins rubbing her thighs together, trying to get some sort of sensation between her legs as her natural lubricants, start seeping down them."Two,"is all she hears.

He continues, alternating English he is hitting with the harvest, each prison term only saying the number. Around smack 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 drawers, straining them, is making this project uncomfortable so he pauses to adjust, which is when he notices the glistening on her thighs.

He takes the craw and uses his stifle to nudge her thigh apart. His hand close to her ass, he can feel the heating from his cilium warming his cutis. She opens her wooden leg to him with no fight and SMACK number 11 slap against Lil'Red's right thigh, followed quickly by a smack to her left thigh."11 and 12"he states with no emotion. The wetness on her wooden leg makes for a louder smack.

Quickly he does two more than bang, one more against each of her thigh"13 and 14 ”. He pauses, and walks around her slowly. Sweat is matting her hair to head and fount, 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 conceited and wet her slit is.

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

He pulls the rag from her sass, and cuts the R-2, catching her before she crashes to the land. He carries her to a podium near the stream where he sits down, laying her across his lap. He reaches the rag down into the cool stream and gently rub it across the marks on her ass, easing some of the pain and redness.

As she regains use of her stage, he helps her stand. In a daze she variety of looks around and form of focuses on her white scanty 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 precipitousness, he falls backwards off the log, landing in the watercourse with Lil'Red on top of him.

The common cold body of water shocking to them, both as it flows over them, soaking his knickers, her shirt and skirt. He rolls her over, still in the weewee, and button himself up on his hired man. Looking down on her, all he can do is whispering"you're beautiful"and then leans back down to kiss her. As she looks up at him, his long hair's-breadth cascading down around his cheek, his beard to the full and messy, she darts her spit into his mouth as he kisses her.

He stands, grabbing her hands, he pulls her from the water. As they stand there, both dripping wet, he looks her up and down. Her thin white blouse clinging to her breasts, her nipples hard from the frigidity body of water poking out. Her skirt clinging to her curved shape. 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 doll is around her ankle joint. He pushes her over the stump where her hoop was, knocking it to the priming coat. 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 back talk before he is quickly fully inside of her.

She moans out as he thrusts inside of her, his bridge player gripping into her thighs. Their wet bodies begin slapping together with each forceful poke of his. Her mammilla swinging in the wind in rhythm to his stab. All she can do is grip onto the dais as best she can as he drives his dick into her from can. Her moans becoming louder as the sun sets over the trees. His hip joint clangor into her ass, causing her red Mark to pulse with a gratifying pain.

Suddenly, she begins moaning more, her body quivers again, and her pussy quakes around his hammer buried inside of her as another orgasm courses through her. Unable to suffer it any longer, he grips her hips more forcefully and with one concluding thrust, he explodes inside of her. Together, the collapse 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 other's dead body until they drift off to log Z's from enervation. When she awoke in the morning, he was gone, but her wearing apparel were hung on a outgrowth, to dry in the morning sun. She waited until they were dry and she put them on. She wanted to await for him, but figured her grandmother must be worried, so in a stupor, she followed the current home.

As she came into her cabins clearing, her tomentum disheveled, her clothes wrinkled and a damaged basket, her grandmother chuckled, wrapped her arm around her and said"Let me tell you about my showtime clock time with the woodsman tribe,"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 little burn patch of ground from his encampment firing. Lil'Red still goes back from meter to clock time, hoping to catch her wolf man again, but as of yet, she hasn't been so lucky.

The End ?