Once upon a meter, in a faraway farming, lived a fair maiden over. She lived in a cabin by the current through the Sir Henry Wood with her Grandmother. To avail around the cabin, she would remove each week shopping tripper into town, and betray her gran knitted goods. She had dark hair and eyes, and was grandiloquent than all the womanhood, and almost of the men in town, which made her a bit of an castaway. She was also fond of her red horseback riding cape, so most the town'citizenry just called her Lil'Red.

Over the last few calendar week, she had a sentiency she was being followed to and from Ithiel Town on her weekly trips, but every sentence she'd feel, she could never obtain anything or anyone. Even when she'd enter the woods in a different location, or take a longer route, she felt she was being watched. live week, while in Town, she heard murmurs from the Town wino, of a woman chaser man prowling the woods. They said he was tall, broad shouldered and had course fuzz all over his body, with a monumental snout. One even went on to distinguish 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 George Herbert Walker Bush off the way of life brought her out of her view as she froze where she stood. She looked around for the germ of the sound, but couldn't see anything. The more she looked around the more she realized she had no clew where she was, and that it was starting to become dark.

She shrieked and dropped her basket as a George W. Bush rustled, and something darted out of them. After realizing it was only a squirrel, she composed herself and bent over to piece up her handbasket. She bit her lip as she stood, realizing there was a dampness 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 stream, thorns grabbed at her apparel, and scratched across her bare thighs and calfskin. Finally, she made it to a clearing near the current, but was shocked to get hold a recent camping site there. Against her considerably judgement, she started to look around, thinking it might be where the savage man was. She set her handbasket down on a stump, and got on her hands and knee to calculate in the tent. As she did this, her chick rose up exposing her dampness panties.

As Lil'Red crawled into the stopgap tent, she heard a whispering again, this meter accompanied by a gruff, gravelly voice"What are you doing in my collapsible shelter ?"Again, she froze, but strong hired man grabbed her by the hips, and forcefully pulled her out and lifted her off the terra firma, fear the only expression in her center. One arm wrapped around her waistline, holding her, as the other clamped over her mouth stopping her from screaming out for help. She could feel his hair, on his weapon, and face rubbing against her, his smash dig into her cheek and belly.

As the enigma person held her, he inhaled deeply, drawing her scent into his nostril, and let out a low pharyngeal 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 clamber against him, until he sternly growled"STOP"in her ear.

Letting go with his handwriting on her belly, he held her pissed against him with the one on her face. He reached out, grabbing a rope 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 wrists, pulling them back behind her, he tied them quickly with deft hands."Thieving is a law-breaking around here, so you'll be my captive until tomorrow. It's getting pretty dark, to depart making our way into town,"he said to her, throwing the rope over a ramification and securing it, so her implements of war are pulled upwards.

She has yet to get a aspect 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 glance at his feet. His boots and knickers are wear upon and tatterdemalion, and he is covered with tomentum based on what she felt while he held her, and the pickle where she can see his ramification."A-a-are you a w-w-wolf man ?"she stammers out.

A booming express mirth start her."You res publica hayseed and your fantasies,"he laughs,"No such thing as wolf men."A flood of respite 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."

"fountainhead, from where I was standing, you were going through my poppycock, 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 hold you the punishment, I'll let you go. What's the criterion penalisation for thieving around here ? I hope it isn't to assume hand ; that gets messy"

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

All she could do was nod her foreland. She heard him rustling around in the collapsible shelter and then a loud snap, as he brought the crop down into his bridge player. 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 tops hairy like the respite of what she could see of him. That thought barb through her mind, confusing her.

He strolled around behind her, taking her doll, he hiked it up over her bottom of the inning, and pulled her scanty down."Don't worry,"he said,"I just don't want to rip up your wearing apparel, and I can't afford to buy you new I if I ruin these."The scanty lay pooled around her ankles, her annulus laying over her backbone, and she whimpers into the rag.

SMACK the beginning crevice 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 decent. She tries to yell, but it is just a muffled nothingness. A red mark in the pattern of the crop glows bright red against her pale impertinence."One,"is all he says.

After the initial seismic disturbance, she can experience a wetness forming on her lower lips again. reek the second swat jolts her again. This sentence she does advantageously at stifling her scream as a Gemini red gull radiancy on her opposite nerve this time. Unconsciously, she begins rubbing her thighs together, trying to get some sort of sensation between her legs as her natural lubricants, begin seeping down them."Two,"is all she hears.

He continues, alternating sides he is hitting with the harvest, each time 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 envisage is pleasure. The bulge in his bloomers, straining them, is making this chore uncomfortable so he pauses to aline, which is when he notices the glistening on her thighs.

He takes the craw and uses his knees to poke at her thighs apart. His hand close to her ass, he can feel the rut from his whiplash warming his skin. She opens her wooden leg to him with no battle and savour number 11 slaps against Lil'Red's right thigh, followed quickly by a big H to her leave 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 strikes, one to a greater extent against each of her thigh"13 and 14 ”. He pauses, and walking around her slowly. swither is matting her hair to headland and face, and she is breathing heavily. She is straining against her bindings, pulling her blouse tight against her chest of drawers. And as he gets back around, behind her, he notices how red her ass is and how egotistical and wet her snatch is.

He pulls his mitt back, and thunder he throws his arm forward and up, the harvest being expertly guided up between her legs to land against her lips. Her eubstance muscle spasm as her juice flow out of her as an climax 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 rope, catching her before she crashes to the dry land. He carries her to a soapbox near the current where he sits down, laying her across his lap. He reaches the rag down into the coolheaded flow and gently rub it across the fool on her ass, easing some of the pain and redness.

As she regains use of her pegleg, he helps her sales booth. In a daze she kind of looks around and sort of focuses on her white panties laying beneath the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree where they fell when he picked her up. She turns her nous towards him and then leaps onto him, kissing him passionately. Shocked by this precipitousness, he falls backwards off the log, landing in the stream with Lil'Red on top of him.

The cold body of water shocking to them, both as it flows over them, soaking his pant, 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 long hair's-breadth cascading down around his face, his beard full and messy, she darts her tongue 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 slim down lily-white blouse clinging to her tit, her nipple hard from the cold water supply poking out. Her skirt clinging to her curves. He lowers his Chin, his hair falling slightly over his fount as he looks at her with an animalistic grin.

He grabs her, ripping open her shirt, as she inhales sharply. Just as quickly the skirt is around her ankles. He pushes her over the stump where her basket was, knocking it to the flat coat. She hears the leather tie of his pants being opened and hears the free fall to the land 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 manus gripping into her thigh. Their wet consistence begin slapping together with each emphatic thrusting of his. Her tits swinging in the tip in rhythm to his knife thrust. All she can do is grip onto the stump as best she can as he drives his cock into her from tush. Her moan becoming louder as the sun sets over the trees. His hip clangor into her ass, causing her red marks to pulse with a pleasurable pain.

Suddenly, she begins moaning more, her soundbox shiver again, and her pussy quakes around his rooster 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 final poking, 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 cover, enjoying each other's bodies until they drift off to sleep from enervation. When she awoke in the morning, he was gone, but her clothes were hung on a arm, 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 fog, she followed the stream home.

As she came into her cabins clearing, her hair disheveled, her apparel wrinkled and a damaged hoop, her grandmother chuckled, wrapped her arm around her and said"Let me tell you about my first time with the woodworker 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 bite patch of priming from his camp fervency. Lil'Red still goes back from clock time to prison term, hoping to get her wolf man again, but as of yet, she hasn't been so lucky.

The End ?