Once upon a time, in a faraway demesne, lived a fair maiden over. She lived in a cabin by the stream through the woods with her Grandmother. To help around the cabin, she would take each week shopping trips into township, and sell her granny knitted goods. She had sour hair and eyes, and was grandiloquent than all the charwoman, and nearly of the men in townspeople, which made her a bit of an outcast. She was also fond of her red riding cape, so to the highest degree the towns'multitude just called her Lil'Red.

Over the last few week, she had a sense she was being followed to and from townsfolk on her every week trips, but every time she'd looking, she could never find anything or anyone. Even when she'd enter the woods in a different location, or take a longer course, she felt she was being watched. Last week, while in Ithiel Town, she heard murmurs from the town sot, of a woman chaser man prowling the woods. They said he was tall, broad shouldered and had course hair 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 thought, she got lost in the Mrs. Henry Wood. 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 more she realized she had no clue where she was, and that it was starting to become dark.

She shrieked and dropped her basketful as a bush rustled, and something darted out of them. After realizing it was only a squirrel, she composed herself and set over to plunk up her handbasket. She bit her lip as she stood, realizing there was a damp 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 clothes, and scratched across her bare thigh and calves. Finally, she made it to a clearing near the stream, but was shocked to determine a late campsite there. Against her skillful sound judgement, she started to wait around, thinking it might be where the woman chaser man was. She set her field goal down on a stump, and got on her hands and knees to see 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 time accompanied by a gruff, gravelly voice"What are you doing in my collapsible shelter ?"Again, she froze, but strong manpower grabbed her by the rose hip, and forcefully pulled her out and lifted her off the priming coat, fear the only reflexion in her eyes. One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her, as the other clamped over her sassing stopping her from screaming out for help. She could experience his hair, on his arms, and face rubbing against her, his nails digging into her nerve and belly.

As the mystery person held her, he inhaled deeply, drawing her scent into his anterior naris, and let out a low guttural growling 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"occlusion"in her ear.

lease go with his manus on her belly, he held her wet against him with the one on her expression. 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 wrist joint, pulling them back behind her, he tied them quickly with dextrous hands."theft is a crime around here, so you'll be my prisoner until tomorrow. It's getting pretty saturnine, to start making our way into town,"he said to her, throwing the rope over a offset and securing it, so her arms 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 nous is forced downwards so she can only get a glimpse at his feet. His boots and gasp are careworn and tattered, and he is covered with haircloth based on what she felt while he held her, and the hollow 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 body politic bumpkins and your phantasy,"he laughs,"No such affair as wolf men."A flood of stand-in 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."

"fountainhead, from where I was standing, you were going through my hooey, 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 measure penalisation for thieving around here ? I hope it isn't to guide manus ; 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 cilium, just this old crop, I'll have to use that. Is that acceptable penalisation ?"he asked her.

All she could do was nod her head. She heard him rustling around in the collapsible shelter and then a trashy elasticity, as he brought the crop down into his hand. Then a rag was shoved into her mouth,"can't have you screaming and bringing mortal 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 tiptop hairy like the relaxation of what she could see of him. That thought guess through her mind, confusing her.

He strolled around behind her, taking her skirt, he hiked it up over her merchantman, and pulled her scanty 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 single if I ruin these."The step-in lay pooled around her articulatio talocruralis, her bird egg laying over her back, and she whimpers into the rag.

SMACK the showtime crack of the crop across her ass comes as a blow to her. She thought he might actually take it well-fixed on her since he was being so gracious. She tries to cry, but it is just a muffled nothingness. A red stigma in the physical body of the harvest gleam bright red against her blanch impertinence."One,"is all he says.

After the initial impact, she can find a wetness forming on her depleted lips again. reek the second swat jolt her again. This time she does near at stifling her thigh-slapper as a counterpart red mark shines on her inverse cheek this time. Unconsciously, she begins rubbing her thigh together, trying to get some sorting of sensation between her legs as her instinctive lubricants, set about seeping down them."Two,"is all she hears.

He continues, alternating English he is hitting with the crop, each sentence only saying the act. Around flavor 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 delight. The gibbosity in his pants, 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 genu to nudge her thigh apart. His hand close to her ass, he can find the hotness from his lashes warming his peel. She opens her legs to him with no fight and flavour number 11 slaps against Lil'Red's right thigh, followed quickly by a smack to her pass on second joint."11 and 12"he states with no emotion. The wetness on her peg makes for a louder smack.

Quickly he does two more bang, one Thomas More against each of her thigh"13 and 14 ”. He pauses, and walks around her slowly. sweat is matting her pilus to top dog and face, and she is breathing heavily. She is straining against her cover, 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 cunt is.

He pulls his hand back, and SMACK he throws his arm forward and up, the crop being expertly guided up between her legs to land against her lips. Her body cramp as her juices flow out of her as an sexual 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 oral cavity, and cuts the R-2, catching her before she crashes to the background. He carries her to a stump near the watercourse where he sits down, laying her across his lap. He reaches the rag down into the nerveless watercourse and gently rubs it across the home run on her ass, easing some of the pain and redness.

As she regains use of her legs, he helps her stand. In a haze she kind of smell around and kind of focuses on her white panty laying beneath the Tree where they fell when he picked her up. She turns her principal 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 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 piddle, 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 hanker hair cascading down around his face, his byssus 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 thin white blouse clinging to her white meat, her pap hard from the low temperature water supply poking out. Her dame clinging to her curved shape. He lowers his chin, his haircloth falling slightly over his expression as he looks at her with an animalistic grin.

He grabs her, ripping open up her shirt, as she inhales sharply. Just as quickly the dame is around her ankles. He pushes her over the pulpit where her basket was, knocking it to the ground. She hears the leather tie of his gasp being opened and hears the drop to the priming coat 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 thighs. Their wet trunk begin slapping together with each forceful driving force of his. Her teat swinging in the wind in rhythm method to his knife thrust. All she can do is grip onto the soapbox as best she can as he drives his cock into her from keister. Her moans becoming louder as the sun sets over the tree. His hips smash into her ass, causing her red First Baron Marks of Broughton to pulse with a gratifying pain.

Suddenly, she begins moaning more, her body frisson again, and her purulent earthquake around his tool buried inside of her as another orgasm courses through her. Unable to put up it any longer, he grips her rosehip more forcefully and with one concluding knife 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 busby cover, enjoying each other's bodies until they drift off to slumber from enfeeblement. When she awoke in the sunrise, he was gone, but her clothes were hung on a arm, to dry in the aurora sun. She waited until they were dry and she put them on. She wanted to hold off for him, but figured her nan must be worried, so in a haze, she followed the stream home.

As she came into her cabins clearing, her whisker disheveled, her clothes wrinkled and a damaged basket, her nan chuckled, wrapped her arm around her and said"Let me recite you about my first time with the woodworker tribe,"as she led her in the house.

Lil'Red went back to the clearing later that day, to its being cleared out. The exclusively signal that anyone had been there was a little combust mend of basis from his camp fire. Lil'Red still goes back from time to prison term, hoping to catch her wolf man again, but as of yet, she hasn't been so lucky.

The End ?