Once upon a time, in a faraway solid ground, lived a fair maiden. She lived in a cabin by the watercourse through the woods with her Grandmother. To facilitate around the cabin, she would deal weekly shopping misstep into township, and sell her grandmothers knitted trade good. She had dark whisker and eyes, and was taller than all the adult female, and most of the men in town, which made her a bit of an outcast. She was also fond of her red riding mantle, so nigh the towns'people just called her Lil'Red.

Over the go few week, she had a mother wit she was being followed to and from town on her weekly trips, but every time she'd flavor, she could never ascertain anything or anyone. Even when she'd enter the Sir Henry Wood in a different location, or take a longer path, she felt she was being watched. last calendar week, while in Ithiel Town, she heard murmurs from the township drunkard, of a brute man prowling the woods. They said he was tall, broad shouldered and had course hair all over his body, with a massive snoot. One even went on to describe the sheep carcass found tore apart.

All this had lil'Red thinking as she started on her homewards journeying. Distracted by her thinking, she got lost in the woods. A low growl from some bushes off the path brought her out of her thoughts 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 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 bent over to blame up her basketful. 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 follow it to her house.

Lil'Red started working her way towards the stream, thorns grabbed at her wearing apparel, and scratched across her bare thighs and calf. Finally, she made it to a clearing near the stream, but was shocked to find a late campsite there. Against her better legal opinion, she started to bet around, thinking it might be where the skirt chaser man was. She set her handbasket down on a ambo, and got on her hand and knees to look in the tent. As she did this, her skirt rose up exposing her damp panties.

As Lil'Red crawled into the make-do tent, she heard a whispering again, this prison term accompanied by a gruff, gravelly voice"What are you doing in my tent ?"Again, she froze, but stiff custody grabbed her by the hip joint, and forcefully pulled her out and lifted her off the reason, fear the simply 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 branch, and face rubbing against her, his boom digging into her nerve and belly.

As the enigma person held her, he inhaled deeply, drawing her aroma into his nostrils, and let out a low guttural growling in her ear. Involuntarily, she let out a whine 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"plosive"in her ear.

Letting go with his hand on her belly, he held her nasty against him with the one on her face. He reached out, grabbing a rophy hanging from a branch on the tree."If you scream, I will rip your pharynx out, do you realise ?"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 script."thieving is a crime around here, so you'll be my prisoner until tomorrow. It's getting pretty night, to embark on making our way into townsfolk,"he said to her, throwing the forget me drug over a branch and securing it, so her arms are pulled upwards.

She has yet to get a facial expression at him, as he's stayed behind her. Even now, how she's tied up, her headspring is wedge downwards so she can only get a glimpse at his substructure. His kick and drawers are have on and shattered, and he is covered with hair based on what she felt while he held her, and the hole where she can see his legs."A-a-are you a w-w-wolf man ?"she stammers out.

A booming jape startles her."You commonwealth yokel and your fantasies,"he laughs,"No such thing as wolf men."A flood of relief pours over Lil'Red, along with a short 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 willing to allow me to give way you the punishment, I'll let you go. What's the standard punishment for thieving around here ? I hope it isn't to take paw ; that gets messy"

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 crop, I'll have to use that. Is that acceptable penalty ?"he asked her.

All she could do was nod her head. She heard him rustling around in the tent and then a flashy snap, as he brought the crop down into his hand. Then a rag was shoved into her mouth,"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 to the lowest degree his abs weren't super hairy like the balance of what she could see of him. That thought shot through her mind, confusing her.

He strolled around behind her, taking her doll, he hiked it up over her bottom, and pulled her panties down."Don't trouble,"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 articulatio talocruralis, her skirt laying over her back, and she whimpers into the rag.

SMACK the low gear crack of the crop across her ass comes as a shock to her. She thought he might actually pack it easy on her since he was being so courteous. She tries to shout, but it is just a muffled nothingness. A red scrape in the soma of the crop glowing bright red against her blanch boldness."One,"is all he says.

After the initial impact, she can feel a wetness forming on her scurvy lips again. SMACK the second swat jolts her again. This time she does better at stifling her belly laugh as a twin red mug radiancy on her opposite word nerve this time. Unconsciously, she begins rubbing her second joint together, trying to get some sorting of whizz between her legs as her natural lubricant, begin seeping down them."Two,"is all she hears.

He continues, alternating side of meat he is hitting with the crop, each time only saying the number. Around smack act 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 joy. The gibbousness in his pant, straining them, is making this task uncomfortable so he pauses to adjust, which is when he notices the glistening on her thighs.

He takes the harvest and uses his knee joint to prod her second joint apart. His hand close to her ass, he can feel the heat from his lashes warming his skin. She opens her stage to him with no engagement and SMACK telephone number 11 smacking against Lil'Red's right thigh, followed quickly by a nip 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 than smasher, one more against each of her thigh"13 and 14 ”. He pauses, and walking around her slowly. elbow grease is matting her hair to point and face, and she is breathing heavily. She is straining against her cover, 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 hand back, and slap he throws his arm forward and up, the harvest being expertly guided up between her legs to shore against her lips. Her body muscle spasm as her succus flow out of her as an coming racks her consistency. When it is done, her legs go hobble and she is just hanging there by her wrists.

He pulls the rag from her mouth, and cuts the rope, catching her before she crashes to the primer. He carries her to a soapbox near the stream where he sits down, laying her across his lap. He reaches the rag down into the nerveless watercourse and gently chafe it across the brand on her ass, easing some of the pain and redness.

As she regains use of her legs, he helps her base. In a stupor she kind of looks around and kind of focal point on her whitened panties laying beneath the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree where they fell when he picked her up. She turns her question towards him and then bound onto him, kissing him passionately. Shocked by this precipitateness, he falls backwards off the log, landing in the stream with Lil'Red on top of him.

The cold water 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 push himself up on his custody. Looking down on her, all he can do is rustling"you're beautiful"and then leans back down to snog her. As she looks up at him, his long hair cascading down around his face, his face fungus total and messy, she darts her glossa into his mouth as he kisses her.

He stands, grabbing her hired man, he pulls her from the piddle. As they stand there, both dripping wet, he looks her up and down. Her thin Andrew Dickson White blouse clinging to her breasts, her nipples hard from the cold water poking out. Her skirt clinging to her curve. He lowers his chin, his whisker falling slightly over his face as he looks at her with an animalistic grin.

He grabs her, ripping assailable her shirt, as she inhales sharply. Just as quickly the bird is around her ankles. He pushes her over the stump where her basket was, knocking it to the ground. She hears the leather tie of his bloomers being opened and hears the drop curtain to the ground as he is behind her again. She feels air 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 second joint. Their wet bodies begin slapping together with each forceful jab of his. Her tits swinging in the tip in calendar method to his drive. All she can do is grip onto the rostrum as best she can as he drives his shaft into her from behind. Her moans becoming louder as the sun sets over the Tree. His pelvis wreck into her ass, causing her red Marks to pulse with a pleasurable pain.

Suddenly, she begins moaning more, her body tingle again, and her puss quakes around his cock buried inside of her as another coming courses through her. unable to bear it any longer, he grips her hips more forcefully and with one final knife thrust, he explodes inside of her. Together, the collapse on the 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 other's bodies until they drift off to sleep from debilitation. When she awoke in the morning, he was gone, but her clothes 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 stream home.

As she came into her cabins clearing, her hair disheveled, her clothes wrinkled and a damaged basket, her grandmother chuckled, wrapped her arm around her and said"Let me distinguish you about my for the first time clip with the woodsman 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 sign that anyone had been there was a little burn down speckle of primer from his camp flack. Lil'Red still goes back from time to meter, hoping to catch her Friedrich August Wolf man again, but as of yet, she hasn't been so lucky.

The End ?