Once upon a time, in a faraway land, lived a bazaar maiden over. She lived in a cabin by the current through the woods with her Grandmother. To help around the cabin, she would take on each week shopping trips into town, and deal her grandmothers knitted goods. She had dark hair and eyes, and was taller than all the women, and most of the men in town, which made her a bit of an pariah. She was also fond of her red horseback riding cape, so most the township'mass just called her Lil'Red.

Over the last few weeks, she had a sense she was being followed to and from Ithiel Town on her weekly trips, but every sentence she'd look, she could never retrieve anything or anyone. Even when she'd enter the wood in a dissimilar placement, or carry a longer course, she felt she was being watched. death workweek, while in town, she heard murmurs from the town drunks, of a skirt chaser man prowling the woods. They said he was tall, across-the-board shouldered and had course pilus all over his body, with a monolithic snout. One even went on to identify the sheep carcass found tore apart.

All this had lil'Red thought as she started on her homeward journey. Distracted by her thoughts, she got lost in the woodwind. 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 strait, but couldn't see anything. The more she looked around the Sir Thomas More she realized she had no clue where she was, and that it was starting to turn 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 set over to pick up her basket. She bit her lip as she stood, realizing there was a dampness growing in her panty. As she composed herself, she heard the flow 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 glade near the stream, but was shocked to find a recent campground there. Against her better judgement, she started to expect around, thinking it might be where the beast man was. She set her basketful down on a stump, and got on her manpower and knees to look in the tent. As she did this, her dame rose up exposing her moistness panties.

As Lil'Red crawled into the make-do tent, she heard a rustle again, this time accompanied by a gruff, gravelly phonation"What are you doing in my tent ?"Again, she froze, but inviolable hands grabbed her by the hip, and forcefully pulled her out and lifted her off the ground, fear the only when expression in her oculus. One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her, as the other clamped over her mouth stopping her from screaming out for help. She could finger his hair, on his arms, and face rubbing against her, his nails excavation into her cheek and belly.

As the mystery person held her, he inhaled deeply, drawing her scent 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 dampness between her legs growing more. She realized what she was doing and then began to struggle against him, until he sternly growled"hitch"in her ear.

Letting go with his hand on her belly, he held her tight against him with the one on her face. He reached out, grabbing a circle hanging from a arm 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, pulling them back behind her, he tied them quickly with deft hands."larceny is a crime around here, so you'll be my captive until tomorrow. It's getting pretty dour, to come out making our way into town,"he said to her, throwing the rope over a branch and securing it, so her blazonry 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 teacher is constrained downwards so she can only get a glance at his feet. His boot and trouser are worn and tattered, and he is covered with hair's-breadth 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 laugh startles her."You country bumpkins and your fantasies,"he laughs,"No such thing as wolf men."A flowage of relief pours over Lil'Red, along with a little bit of dashing hopes."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 volition to let me to give you the penalisation, I'll let you go. What's the standard punishment for thieving around here ? I hope it isn't to have helping hand ; that gets mussy"

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

All she could do was nod her head. She heard him rustling around in the tent and then a trashy grab, as he brought the harvest down into his handwriting. 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 top-notch hairy like the rest of what she could see of him. That thought shaft through her mind, confusing her.

He strolled around behind her, taking her annulus, he hiked it up over her underside, and pulled her step-in 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 skirt laying over her back, and she whimpers into the rag.

SMACK the first gap of the harvest across her ass comes as a shock to her. She thought he might actually look at it promiscuous on her since he was being so squeamish. She tries to scream, but it is just a softened malarkey. A red mark in the embodiment of the craw glowing bright red against her pale impudence."One,"is all he says.

After the initial shock, she can feel a wetness forming on her lower lips again. SMACK the second swat jerking her again. This time she does serious at stifling her shriek as a twin red mark shines on her opposite impertinence this time. Unconsciously, she begins rubbing her thighs together, trying to get some sort of sensation between her leg as her born lubricator, get down seeping down them."Two,"is all she hears.

He continues, alternating sides he is hitting with the harvest, each meter only saying the phone number. Around thunder 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 pleasure. The jut in his pants, straining them, is making this chore 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 hand close to her ass, he can find the heating system from his lashes warming his skin. She opens her legs to him with no combat and sapidity number 11 smack against Lil'Red's right second joint, followed quickly by a smack to her left over thigh."11 and 12"he states with no emotion. The wetness on her stage makes for a louder smack.

Quickly he does two Thomas More strikes, one more against each of her thighs"13 and 14 ”. He pauses, and walks around her slowly. Sweat is matting her fuzz to point and aspect, 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 tumefy and wet her twat is.

He pulls his hand back, and smack he throws his arm forward and up, the harvest being expertly guided up between her leg to land against her back talk. Her dead body spasm as her juices flow out of her as an orgasm racks her 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 rostrum near the current 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 peg, he helps her stand. In a daze she kind of looks around and variety of focuses on her T. H. White panty laying beneath the tree where they fell when he picked her up. She turns her head 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 weewee 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 hired man. 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 cascading down around his look, his beard full and messy, she darts her spit into his backtalk as he kisses her.

He stands, grabbing her hands, he pulls her from the piddle. As they stand there, both dripping wet, he looks her up and down. Her thin ovalbumin blouse clinging to her titty, her mamilla hard from the common cold water poking out. Her skirt clinging to her curves. He lowers his chin, his haircloth falling slightly over his case 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 joint. He pushes her over the stump 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 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 manus gripping into her thighs. Their wet consistency begin slapping together with each forceful thrust of his. Her teat swinging in the fart in rhythm method to his thrusts. All she can do is grip onto the stump as best she can as he drives his tool into her from backside. Her groan becoming louder as the sun sets over the trees. His rosehip crash into her ass, causing her red target to pulse with a gratifying pain.

Suddenly, she begins moaning more, her body frisson again, and her pussy quake around his prick buried inside of her as another orgasm courses through her. ineffective to fend it any longer, he grips her rose hip more forcefully and with one final thrust, he explodes inside of her. Together, the crash on the solid 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 mantle, enjoying each former's bodies until they drift off to sleep from exhaustion. When she awoke in the morning, he was gone, but her dress were hung on a outgrowth, to dry in the good morning sun. She waited until they were dry and she put them on. She wanted to expect 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 wearing apparel wrinkled and a damaged handbasket, her grandmother chuckled, wrapped her arm around her and said"Let me narrate you about my kickoff time with the woodsman tribe,"as she led her in the house.

Lil'Red went back to the clarification later that day, to its being cleared out. The solitary polarity that anyone had been there was a little sting while of ground from his coterie fire. Lil'Red still goes back from time to sentence, hoping to catch her wolf man again, but as of yet, she hasn't been so lucky.

The End ?