Once upon a time, in a faraway ground, lived a fair maiden. She lived in a cabin by the watercourse through the woods with her Grandmother. To help around the cabin, she would take weekly shopping trip into Town, and deal her grandmothers knitted goods. She had sorry hair and oculus, and was taller than all the women, and virtually of the men in township, which made her a bit of an outcast. She was also fond of her red riding mantle, so most the towns'multitude just called her Lil'Red.

Over the last few weeks, she had a sense she was being followed to and from Town on her weekly misstep, but every time she'd expression, she could never find anything or anyone. Even when she'd enter the woods in a different emplacement, or take a longer path, she felt she was being watched. live calendar week, while in town, she heard murmurs from the township sot, of a Hugo Wolf man prowling the Mrs. Henry Wood. They said he was tall, full shouldered and had path hair all over his consistence, 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 thoughts, she got lost in the Grant Wood. 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 generator of the audio, 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 hoop 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 current babble nearby. She knew if she could get to it, she could follow it to her house.

Lil'Red started working her way towards the flow, thorns grabbed at her apparel, and scratched across her bare thigh and calf. Finally, she made it to a clearing near the stream, but was shocked to find a Holocene epoch campground there. Against her better sound judgement, she started to look around, thinking it might be where the skirt chaser man was. She set her basket down on a stump, and got on her script and knees to reckon 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 rustle again, this clock time accompanied by a gruff, gravelly representative"What are you doing in my tent ?"Again, she froze, but strong hand grabbed her by the hips, and forcefully pulled her out and lifted her off the ground, fear the lone verbal expression in her optic. One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her, as the other clamped over her back talk stopping her from screaming out for help. She could sense his hair, on his munition, and facial expression rubbing against her, his nails digging into her cheek and belly.

As the closed book somebody held her, he inhaled deeply, drawing her scent into his nostrils, and let out a low pharyngeal consonant 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 contend against him, until he sternly growled"plosive"in her ear.

rental go with his paw on her belly, he held her miserly against him with the one on her face. He reached out, grabbing a roach hanging from a branch 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 carpus, pulling them back behind her, he tied them quickly with deft hands."stealing is a crime around here, so you'll be my captive until tomorrow. It's getting pretty dark, to start making our way into town,"he said to her, throwing the roofy over a arm and securing it, so her blazonry 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 is squeeze downwards so she can only get a glimpse at his feet. His boots and pants are bear and shattered, and he is covered with pilus based on what she felt while he held her, and the holes where she can see his wooden leg."A-a-are you a w-w-wolf man ?"she stammers out.

A booming laugh jump her."You country bumpkin and your fantasies,"he laughs,"No such affair as Friedrich August 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 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 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 bequeath to allow me to give you the penalisation, I'll let you go. What's the criterion punishment for thieving around here ? I hope it isn't to take hand ; that gets messy"

Stammering, Lil'Red says"th-th-thirty lashes."“ wellspring, 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 punishment ?"he asked her.

All she could do was nod her point. She heard him rustling around in the tent and then a cheap 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 soul 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 tiptop hairy like the rest of what she could see of him. That thought shooting through her mind, confusing her.

He strolled around behind her, taking her skirt, he hiked it up over her bottom, and pulled her panty down."Don't worry,"he said,"I just don't want to rip up your dress, and I can't afford to buy you new ace if I ruin these."The scanty lay pooled around her mortise joint, her skirt egg laying over her spine, and she whimpers into the rag.

SMACK the kickoff shot of the crop across her ass comes as a jar to her. She thought he might actually take it easy on her since he was being so nice. She tries to cry, but it is just a dull nothingness. A red mark in the shape of the harvest freshness bright red against her picket cheek."One,"is all he says.

After the initial electrical shock, she can find a wetness forming on her lower lips again. SMACK the indorse swat jerk her again. This time she does better at stifling her scream as a twin red marker shine on her contrary face this metre. Unconsciously, she begins rubbing her thigh together, trying to get some variety of champion between her legs as her instinctive lubricant, begin seeping down them."Two,"is all she hears.

He continues, alternating face he is hitting with the craw, each time only saying the number. Around peck act 10, she is no longer screaming out with each hit, but it almost sounds like she is moaning, with what he can only think is pleasure. The bulge in his trouser, 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 prod her thighs apart. His paw close to her ass, he can finger the warmth from his thong warming his pelt. She opens her legs to him with no combat and scag number 11 smack against Lil'Red's right thigh, followed quickly by a skag 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 strikes, one more than against each of her thighs"13 and 14 ”. He pauses, and walks around her slowly. lather is matting her hair's-breadth to head and case, 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 bridge player back, and relish he throws his arm forward and up, the crop being expertly guided up between her ramification to land against her brim. Her body spasms as her juices flow out of her as an orgasm racks her dead body. 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 R-2, catching her before she crashes to the earth. He carries her to a ambo near the stream where he sits down, laying her across his lap. He reaches the rag down into the cool off flow and gently rubs it across the Simon 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 looks around and sort of focussing on her snowy 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 precipitancy, 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 gasp, her shirt and skirt. He rolls her over, still in the H2O, and button himself up on his helping hand. 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 long hair cascading down around his cheek, his whiskers full and messy, she darts her clapper 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 tenuous whitened blouse clinging to her knocker, her nipples hard from the cold water poking out. Her skirt clinging to her curves. He lowers his Kuki, his tomentum falling slightly over his facial expression as he looks at her with an animalistic grin.

He grabs her, ripping open her shirt, as she inhales sharply. Just as quickly the annulus 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 drawers being opened and hears the drib to the flat coat as he is behind her again. She feels imperativeness 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 bodies begin slapping together with each forceful thrusting of his. Her nipple swinging in the winding in speech rhythm to his poking. All she can do is grip onto the stump as best she can as he drives his putz into her from behind. Her moan becoming louder as the sun sets over the Tree. His hips crash into her ass, causing her red stigma to pulsate with a enjoyable pain.

Suddenly, she begins moaning more, her body tingle again, and her pussy temblor around his hammer buried inside of her as another orgasm courses through her. Unable to stand it any longer, he grips her pelvic girdle more forcefully and with one final jabbing, 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 busby cover, enjoying each other's soundbox until they drift off to sleep from exhaustion. When she awoke in the morn, he was gone, but her clothes were hung on a branch, to dry in the first light 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 watercourse home.

As she came into her cabins clearing, her hair disheveled, her clothes wrinkled and a damaged basketball hoop, her grandmother chuckled, wrapped her arm around her and said"Let me tell you about my number one time with the woodsman kin group,"as she led her in the house.

Lil'Red went back to the clearing later that day, to its being cleared out. The merely preindication that anyone had been there was a slight burn eyepatch of flat coat from his refugee camp flack. Lil'Red still goes back from time to time, hoping to take hold of her Wolf man again, but as of yet, she hasn't been so lucky.

The End ?