Once upon a time, in a faraway Land, lived a clean maiden over. She lived in a cabin by the stream through the woodwind instrument with her Grandmother. To help around the cabin, she would train weekly shopping tripper into townspeople, and sell her grandmothers knitted goods. She had dark hair and eyes, and was magniloquent than all the woman, and near of the men in town, which made her a bit of an pariah. She was also fond of her red horseback riding mantle, so about the towns'mass just called her Lil'Red.

Over the last-place few hebdomad, she had a sense she was being followed to and from township on her hebdomadally trips, but every sentence she'd look, she could never find anything or anyone. Even when she'd enter the woods in a dissimilar positioning, or read a longer track, she felt she was being watched. Last workweek, while in Town, she heard murmurs from the town drunks, of a savage man prowling the Grant Wood. They said he was tall, broad shouldered and had path hair all over his soundbox, with a massive snout. One even went on to describe the sheep carcase found tore apart.

All this had lil'Red intellection as she started on her homewards journey. Distracted by her thoughts, she got lost in the woodwind. A low growling from some bushes off the path brought her out of her thought process as she froze where she stood. She looked around for the seed of the sound, but couldn't see anything. The more she looked around the more than she realized she had no cue where she was, and that it was starting to become dark.

She shrieked and dropped her basket as a bush rustled, and something darted out of them. After realizing it was only a squirrel, she composed herself and bent over to plunk up her basket. She bit her lip as she stood, realizing there was a dampness growing in her panties. As she composed herself, she heard the watercourse babbling nearby. She knew if she could get to it, she could comply it to her house.

Lil'Red started working her way towards the stream, thorns grabbed at her clothes, and scratched across her bare thighs and calves. Finally, she made it to a glade near the current, but was shocked to find a recent campsite there. Against her effective mind, 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 custody 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 makeshift 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 stiff hands grabbed her by the pelvis, and forcefully pulled her out and lifted her off the priming, venerate the solitary aspect 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 palpate his pilus, on his arms, 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 consonant growling in her ear. Involuntarily, she let out a whimper as she pressed her ass back tighter into him, the dampness between her stage growing more. She realized what she was doing and then began to sputter against him, until he sternly growled"stop consonant"in her ear.

Letting go with his hand on her belly, he held her tight against him with the one on her nerve. He reached out, grabbing a rope hanging from a ramification on the tree."If you scream, I will rip your throat out, do you realise ?"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."larceny is a criminal offence around here, so you'll be my prisoner until tomorrow. It's getting pretty dark, to start making our way into town,"he said to her, throwing the R-2 over a branch and securing it, so her blazon 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 forced downwards so she can only get a coup d'oeil at his feet. His charge and pants are haggard and tattered, and he is covered with hair based on what she felt while he held her, and the maw where she can see his pegleg."A-a-are you a w-w-wolf man ?"she stammers out.

A booming laugh startles her."You country bumpkins and your fantasies,"he laughs,"No such matter as wolf men."A flood of relief 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."

"Well, from where I was standing, you were going through my stuff, 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 will to allow me to cave in you the punishment, I'll let you go. What's the standard punishment for thieving around here ? I hope it isn't to lease paw ; that gets messy"

Stammering, Lil'Red says"th-th-thirty lashes."“ well, 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 crop, I'll have to use that. Is that acceptable punishment ?"he asked her.

All she could do was nod her head. She heard him rustling around in the tent and then a loud snapshot, as he brought the crop down into his bridge player. Then a rag was shoved into her oral cavity,"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 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 bed, and pulled her panties down."Don't trouble,"he said,"I just don't want to rip up your clothes, and I can't afford to buy you new I if I ruin these."The panties lay pooled around her ankles, her skirt egg laying over her book binding, and she whimpers into the rag.

big H the first quip 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 skillful. She tries to holler, but it is just a stifle nothingness. A red grade in the physical body of the crop glows bright red against her pallid cheek."One,"is all he says.

After the initial shock, she can palpate a wetness forming on her lower lips again. SMACK the second swat jerking her again. This meter she does better at stifling her scream as a twin red patsy shines on her opposite buttock this fourth dimension. Unconsciously, she begins rubbing her second joint together, trying to get some variety of superstar between her legs as her cancel lubricants, begin seeping down them."Two,"is all she hears.

He continues, alternating position he is hitting with the crop, each metre only saying the identification number. Around smack turn 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 delight. The bulge in his pants, straining them, is making this task uncomfortable so he pauses to align, which is when he notices the glistening on her thighs.

He takes the crop and uses his knees to poke at her thighs apart. His hand close to her ass, he can feel the heat from his cilium warming his skin. She opens her leg to him with no fighting and scag number 11 slap 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 strikes, one to a greater extent against each of her thighs"13 and 14 ”. He pauses, and walks around her slowly. lather is matting her haircloth to head and face, and she is breathing heavily. She is straining against her bindings, pulling her blouse tight against her dresser. And as he gets back around, behind her, he notices how red her ass is and how swollen and wet her kitty is.

He pulls his hand back, and slap he throws his arm forward and up, the crop being expertly guided up between her branch to shoot down against her lips. Her torso spasms as her juices flow out of her as an orgasm 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 rophy, catching her before she crashes to the basis. 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 current and gently chafe it across the mark on her ass, easing some of the pain in the ass and redness.

As she regains use of her legs, he helps her sales booth. In a daze she kind of looks around and form of focal point on her white panties laying beneath the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree where they fell when he picked her up. She turns her head towards him and then jump 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 coldness urine shocking to them, both as it flows over them, soaking his pants, 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 buss her. As she looks up at him, his long hair cascading down around his fount, his byssus full and messy, she darts her lingua into his mouth as he kisses her.

He stands, grabbing her helping hand, he pulls her from the pee. 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 frigidity urine poking out. Her annulus clinging to her curve. He lowers his mentum, his hair falling slightly over his cheek as he looks at her with an animalistic grin.

He grabs her, ripping spread out her shirt, as she inhales sharply. Just as quickly the skirt is around her mortise joint. He pushes her over the ambo where her basket was, knocking it to the land. 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 pressure against her lips before he is quickly fully inside of her.

She moans out as he thrusts inside of her, his script gripping into her second joint. Their wet bodies begin slapping together with each forceful thrust of his. Her tits swinging in the flatus in regular recurrence to his push. All she can do is grip onto the stump as best she can as he drives his pecker into her from rump. Her groan becoming louder as the sun sets over the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. His rose hip clangour into her ass, causing her red marks to pulse with a gratifying pain.

Suddenly, she begins moaning more, her eubstance palpitation again, and her pussy quakes around his cock buried inside of her as another orgasm courses through her. unable to suffer it any longer, he grips her pelvic arch more forcefully and with one final 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 bearskin blanket, enjoying each former's bodies until they drift off to catch some Z's from exhaustion. When she awoke in the morning, he was gone, but her clothes were hung on a leg, 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 grandmother must be worried, so in a daze, she followed the current home.

As she came into her cabins clearing, her haircloth disheveled, her wearing apparel wrinkled and a damaged basket, her grandmother chuckled, wrapped her arm around her and said"Let me tell you about my first clock time with the woodsman tribe,"as she led her in the house.

Lil'Red went back to the clearing later that day, to its being cleared out. The sole sign that anyone had been there was a piddling burned patch of terra firma from his bivouac attack. Lil'Red still goes back from metre to time, hoping to enchant her woman chaser man again, but as of yet, she hasn't been so lucky.

The End ?