Once upon a time, in a faraway demesne, lived a fair maiden. She lived in a cabin by the stream through the woodwind with her gran. To help around the cabin, she would lease hebdomadal shopping trips into townsfolk, and sell her grandmothers knitted goodness. She had grim fuzz and oculus, and was improbable than all the woman, and nigh of the men in town, which made her a bit of an Ishmael. She was also fond of her red equitation cape, so most the townspeople'multitude just called her Lil'Red.

Over the live on few week, she had a horse sense she was being followed to and from town on her weekly stumble, but every time she'd smell, she could never obtain anything or anyone. Even when she'd enter the woods in a different fix, or select a longer path, she felt she was being watched. Last week, while in town, she heard murmurs from the town drunkard, of a Hugo Wolf man prowling the Natalie Wood. They said he was tall, panoptic shouldered and had course whisker all over his dead body, with a monolithic schnozzle. One even went on to describe the sheep carcase 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 woods. A low growling 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 more she realized she had no cue where she was, and that it was starting to become dark.

She shrieked and dropped her field goal as a bush rustled, and something darted out of them. After realizing it was only a squirrel, she composed herself and bent-grass over to beak 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 watercourse 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 second joint and calves. Finally, she made it to a clearing near the stream, but was shocked to find a recent campsite there. Against her better judgement, she started to look around, thinking it might be where the Hugo Wolf man was. She set her basket down on a tree stump, and got on her handwriting 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 rustling again, this time accompanied by a gruff, gravelly voice"What are you doing in my tent ?"Again, she froze, but unattackable hands grabbed her by the hips, and forcefully pulled her out and lifted her off the ground, reverence the only verbalism 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 fuzz, on his arms, and face rubbing against her, his nails excavation into her brass and belly.

As the closed book person held her, he inhaled deeply, drawing her smell into his anterior naris, 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 moistness between her pegleg growing more. She realized what she was doing and then began to struggle against him, until he sternly growled"catch"in her ear.

Letting go with his hand on her belly, he held her tight against him with the one on her facial expression. He reached out, grabbing a rope hanging from a offshoot on the tree."If you scream, I will rip your throat out, do you interpret ?"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 dexterous hands."Thieving is a offence around here, so you'll be my prisoner until tomorrow. It's getting pretty wickedness, to start making our way into town,"he said to her, throwing the Mexican valium over a arm and securing it, so her coat of arms are pulled upwards.

She has yet to get a looking at 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 feet. His bang and pants are worn and tattered, and he is covered with hair based on what she felt while he held her, and the pickle where she can see his peg."A-a-are you a w-w-wolf man ?"she stammers out.

A booming laughter startles her."You country yahoo and your fantasies,"he laughs,"No such thing as wolf men."A deluge 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."

"fountainhead, from where I was standing, you were going through my material, 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 volition to allow me to give you the punishment, I'll let you go. What's the criterion penalty for thieving around here ? I hope it isn't to need 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 affair, 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 collapsible shelter and then a loud pushover, as he brought the crop down into his hand. Then a rag was shoved into her mouth,"can't have you screaming and bringing someone 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 balance of what she could see of him. That thought dig through her thinker, confusing her.

He strolled around behind her, taking her dame, he hiked it up over her bottom of the inning, 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 ones if I ruin these."The panty lay pooled around her articulatio talocruralis, her skirt laying over her back, and she whimpers into the rag.

smacking the first crack of the crop across her ass comes as a electric shock to her. She thought he might actually take it easy on her since he was being so skillful. She tries to shout out, but it is just a muffled nothingness. A red sign in the shape of the crop freshness bright red against her pale buttock."One,"is all he says.

After the initial shock, she can feel a wetness forming on her lower back talk again. SMACK the second swat jolts her again. This time she does skillful at stifling her shriek as a twin red Deutsche Mark shines on her opposite face this time. Unconsciously, she begins rubbing her thigh together, trying to get some sort of sense datum between her stage as her natural lubricating substance, get down seeping down them."Two,"is all she hears.

He continues, alternating face he is hitting with the crop, each meter only saying the act. Around hell dust identification number 10, she is no longer screaming out with each hit, but it almost sounds like she is moaning, with what he can only guess is pleasure. The bulge in his bloomers, 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 crop and uses his knees to poke at her second joint apart. His manus close to her ass, he can palpate the heat from his lashes warming his tegument. She opens her ramification to him with no competitiveness and SMACK number 11 slaps against Lil'Red's right second joint, followed quickly by a smack to her entrust second joint."11 and 12"he states with no emotion. The wetness on her legs makes for a louder smack.

Quickly he does two more strikes, one more against each of her thighs"13 and 14 ”. He pauses, and paseo around her slowly. Sweat is matting her hair to head and face, and she is breathing heavily. She is straining against her ski binding, pulling her blouse tight against her pectus. 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 flavor he throws his arm forward and up, the craw being expertly guided up between her legs to down against her lips. Her consistence spasms as her juice 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 rope, catching her before she crashes to the ground. He carries her to a pulpit near the stream where he sits down, laying her across his lap. He reaches the rag down into the cool stream and gently rubs it across the marks on her ass, easing some of the painful sensation and redness.

As she regains use of her legs, he helps her stall. In a daze she kind of looks around and variety of centering on her white scanty laying beneath the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree where they fell when he picked her up. She turns her promontory towards him and then leaps onto him, kissing him passionately. Shocked by this suddenness, he falls backwards off the log, landing in the stream with Lil'Red on top of him.

The common cold water shocking to them, both as it flows over them, soaking his knickers, her shirt and skirt. He rolls her over, still in the water, and push button himself up on his hands. Looking down on her, all he can do is rustle"you're beautiful"and then leans back down to kiss her. As she looks up at him, his long hair cascading down around his face, his whiskers total and messy, she darts her tongue into his mouth as he kisses her.

He stands, grabbing her custody, he pulls her from the water supply. 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 cold piss poking out. Her dame clinging to her curves. He lowers his chin, his hair falling slightly over his case as he looks at her with an animalistic grin.

He grabs her, ripping undefended her shirt, as she inhales sharply. Just as quickly the skirt is around her ankles. He pushes her over the dais where her basket was, knocking it to the basis. She hears the leather tie of his trouser being opened and hears the drop to the footing as he is behind her again. She feels pressure against her sassing before he is quickly fully inside of her.

She moans out as he thrusts inside of her, his work force gripping into her thighs. Their wet torso begin slapping together with each emphatic thrust of his. Her mammilla swinging in the idle words in calendar method of birth control to his jabbing. All she can do is grip onto the stump as best she can as he drives his cock into her from behind. Her groan becoming louder as the sun sets over the tree. His pelvis clangour into her ass, causing her red fool to pulse with a pleasurable pain.

Suddenly, she begins moaning more, her body quivers again, and her pussy temblor around his peter buried inside of her as another orgasm courses through her. ineffective to digest it any longer, he grips her hips more forcefully and with one concluding thrust, he explodes inside of her. Together, the crash 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 bodies until they drift off to sleep from exhaustion. When she awoke in the dayspring, he was gone, but her clothes were hung on a leg, to dry in the sunup sun. She waited until they were dry and she put them on. She wanted to waitress 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 dress wrinkled and a damaged basket, her grandmother chuckled, wrapped her arm around her and said"Let me tell you about my low time with the woodsman kindred,"as she led her in the house.

Lil'Red went back to the clearing later that day, to its being cleared out. The lone sign that anyone had been there was a small cauterise patch of flat coat from his bivouac flak. Lil'Red still goes back from time to time, hoping to catch her wolf man again, but as of yet, she hasn't been so lucky.

The End ?