Once upon a time, in a faraway land, lived a mediocre maiden. She lived in a cabin by the stream through the woods with her granny. To help around the cabin, she would need weekly shopping head trip into town, and sell her grandmothers knitted goods. She had non-white hair and center, and was taller than all the women, and near of the men in town, which made her a bit of an pariah. She was also fond of her red riding mantle, so most the towns'the great unwashed just called her Lil'Red.

Over the last few weeks, she had a sensory faculty she was being followed to and from Town on her every week misstep, but every clock time she'd tone, she could never find out anything or anyone. Even when she'd enter the woods in a different location, or take a longer way, she felt she was being watched. Last week, while in townspeople, she heard murmurs from the town wino, of a wolf man prowling the wood. They said he was tall, all-inclusive shouldered and had path hair all over his organic structure, with a massive snout. One even went on to describe the sheep carcass found tore apart.

All this had lil'Red thought process as she started on her homeward journey. Distracted by her thoughts, she got lost in the woods. A low growl from some bushes off the route brought her out of her thoughts as she froze where she stood. She looked around for the rootage 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 get dark.

She shrieked and dropped her basketball hoop 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 basket. She bit her lip as she stood, realizing there was a dampness growing in her step-in. 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 flow, thorns grabbed at her clothes, and scratched across her bare thighs and sura. Finally, she made it to a glade near the stream, but was shocked to find a recent encampment there. Against her estimable judging, she started to look around, thinking it might be where the wolf man was. She set her basket down on a stump, and got on her handwriting and knee to look in the tent. As she did this, her annulus 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 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 exclusively 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 weaponry, and face rubbing against her, his nails digging into her cheek and belly.

As the mystery person held her, he inhaled deeply, drawing her smell into his nostrils, 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 legs growing more. She realized what she was doing and then began to struggle against him, until he sternly growled"point"in her ear.

Letting go with his hand on her belly, he held her compressed against him with the one on her grimace. He reached out, grabbing a rope hanging from a offshoot on the tree diagram."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, pulling them back behind her, he tied them quickly with deft hands."Thieving is a criminal offense around here, so you'll be my prisoner until tomorrow. It's getting pretty dark, to get down making our way into townsfolk,"he said to her, throwing the rope over a branch 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 headland is wedge downwards so she can only get a coup d'oeil at his pes. His boot and gasp 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 legs."A-a-are you a w-w-wolf man ?"she stammers out.

A booming jest startles her."You nation bumpkins and your fantasies,"he laughs,"No such affair as brute men."A overflow of easement pours over Lil'Red, along with a little bit of disappointment."W-w-well, I wasn't trying to slip 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 handbasket 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 afford you the punishment, I'll let you go. What's the banner penalization for thieving around here ? I hope it isn't to take hand ; 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 whiplash, just this old craw, I'll have to use that. Is that satisfactory punishment ?"he asked her.

All she could do was nod her head. She heard him rustling around in the tent and then a flash cinch, as he brought the craw down into his helping 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 eternal sleep of what she could see of him. That thought nip through her head, confusing her.

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

SMACK the beginning crack of the craw across her ass comes as a blow to her. She thought he might actually convey it easy on her since he was being so gracious. She tries to scream, but it is just a dull nihility. A red marking in the cast of the crop glow bright red against her pale cheek."One,"is all he says.

After the initial electrical shock, she can finger a wetness forming on her lowly lips again. peck the secondment swat jolts her again. This clip she does wagerer at stifling her scream as a Twin Falls red mark radiancy on her opposite cheek this time. Unconsciously, she begins rubbing her thighs together, trying to get some form of sensation between her legs as her natural lubricant, set out seeping down them."Two,"is all she hears.

He continues, alternating face he is hitting with the harvest, each meter only saying the number. Around skag issue 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 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 crop and uses his knees to nudge her second joint apart. His mitt close to her ass, he can palpate the heat from his lashes warming his skin. She opens her legs to him with no conflict and nose drops numeral 11 smack against Lil'Red's right second joint, followed quickly by a smack 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 tap, one more against each of her thighs"13 and 14 ”. He pauses, and walks around her slowly. travail is matting her hair to head and human face, and she is breathing heavily. She is straining against her binding, pulling her blouse tight against her chest. And as he gets back around, behind her, he notices how red her ass is and how swell and wet her snatch 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 put down against her lips. Her trunk spasms as her juice flow out of her as an climax racks her torso. When it is done, her legs go limp and she is just hanging there by her wrists.

He pulls the rag from her sassing, and cuts the rope, catching her before she crashes to the ground. He carries her to a stump 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 pain and redness.

As she regains use of her pegleg, he helps her stand. In a daze she variety of flavor around and variety of centering on her white panties laying beneath the tree where they fell when he picked her up. She turns her point towards him and then leaps onto him, kissing him passionately. Shocked by this suddenness, he falls backwards off the log, landing in the watercourse 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 water, and pushes himself up on his hands. Looking down on her, all he can do is whispering"you're beautiful"and then leans back down to kiss her. As she looks up at him, his foresightful hair cascading down around his face, his beard full and messy, she darts her tongue into his sassing 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 snowy blouse clinging to her breasts, her nipples hard from the frigidness water poking out. Her annulus clinging to her curves. He lowers his chin, his hair falling slightly over his face 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 ankle. He pushes her over the tree stump where her basket was, knocking it to the ground. She hears the leather tie of his pants being opened and hears the drop to the ground as he is behind her again. She feels press 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 driving force of his. Her bosom swinging in the wind in rhythm method to his drive. All she can do is grip onto the stump as best she can as he drives his cock into her from buns. Her groan becoming louder as the sun sets over the tree. His articulatio coxae clangor into her ass, causing her red mug to pulsate with a enjoyable pain.

Suddenly, she begins moaning more, her trunk quivers again, and her pussy temblor around his peter buried inside of her as another sexual climax courses through her. ineffectual to stand it any longer, he grips her hips more forcefully and with one final thrust, he explodes inside of her. Together, the crash on the primer coat, 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 soundbox until they drift off to catch some Z's from debilitation. When she awoke in the morning, he was gone, but her wearing apparel were hung on a arm, 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 grannie must be worried, so in a fog, she followed the current 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 narrate you about my beginning meter 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 just mansion that anyone had been there was a little burnt maculation of land from his camp ardour. Lil'Red still goes back from fourth dimension to time, hoping to get her Friedrich August Wolf man again, but as of yet, she hasn't been so lucky.

The End ?