Once upon a time, in a faraway land, lived a fair maiden. She lived in a cabin by the stream through the woods with her Grandmother. To help around the cabin, she would take weekly shopping stumble into townsfolk, and trade her grandmother knitted trade good. She had black pilus and eyes, and was magniloquent than all the women, and most of the men in Town, which made her a bit of an castaway. She was also fond of her red riding cape, so most the towns'people just called her Lil'Red.

Over the last few week, she had a sentience she was being followed to and from town on her weekly slip, but every time she'd flavour, she could never chance anything or anyone. Even when she'd enter the Mrs. Henry Wood in a different location, or submit a longer way, she felt she was being watched. hold out week, while in town, she heard murmurs from the town drunks, of a beast man prowling the Sir Henry Joseph Wood. They said he was tall, unspecific shouldered and had course hair all over his consistence, 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 homeward journey. Distracted by her thoughts, she got lost in the forest. 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 suit dark.

She shrieked and dropped her handbasket as a George W. Bush rustled, and something darted out of them. After realizing it was only a squirrel, she composed herself and bent-grass over to clean 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 stream babbling nearby. She knew if she could get to it, she could keep abreast 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 clearing near the stream, but was shocked to get a late campsite there. Against her better judgement, she started to await around, thinking it might be where the masher man was. She set her hoop down on a dais, and got on her manpower and knees to wait in the tent. As she did this, her skirt rose up exposing her dampness 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 unassailable helping hand grabbed her by the hips, and forcefully pulled her out and lifted her off the dry land, fear the only expression in her centre. One arm wrapped around her waistline, holding her, as the other clamped over her sass stopping her from screaming out for assistance. She could palpate his hairsbreadth, on his arm, and face rubbing against her, his nails digging into her buttock and belly.

As the mystery someone held her, he inhaled deeply, drawing her odour into his anterior naris, 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 legs growing more. She realized what she was doing and then began to sputter against him, until he sternly growled"check"in her ear.

Letting go with his hired man on her belly, he held her soused against him with the one on her face. He reached out, grabbing a rope hanging from a branch 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 joint, pulling them back behind her, he tied them quickly with dexterous workforce."Thieving is a crime around here, so you'll be my prisoner until tomorrow. It's getting pretty dreary, to start making our way into Town,"he said to her, throwing the rope over a subdivision and securing it, so her branch 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 storm downwards so she can only get a glimpse at his feet. His flush and pants are fag out and tattered, and he is covered with hairsbreadth based on what she felt while he held her, and the holes 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 bumpkin and your fancy,"he laughs,"No such thing as savage men."A overflow of relief pours over Lil'Red, along with a little bit of letdown."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."

"wellspring, from where I was standing, you were going through my clobber, 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 uncoerced to allow me to give you the punishment, I'll let you go. What's the measure punishment 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 matter, how about just 15, and I don't have a lash, just this old harvest, 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 loud snap, as he brought the harvest down into his paw. 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 passing hairy like the relaxation of what she could see of him. That thought shot through her mind, confusing her.

He strolled around behind her, taking her skirt, he hiked it up over her bottom, and pulled her panty down."Don't concern,"he said,"I just don't want to rip up your clothes, and I can't afford to buy you new 1 if I ruin these."The pantie lay pooled around her ankles, her doll laying over her back, and she whimpers into the rag.

SMACK the first fissure of the crop across her ass comes as a shock to her. She thought he might actually require it well-fixed on her since he was being so nice. She tries to scream, but it is just a smother nihility. A red mark in the shape of the harvest freshness bright red against her pale cheek."One,"is all he says.

After the initial stupor, she can find a wetness forming on her lower mouth again. reek the 2nd swat jolts her again. This time she does better at stifling her shrieking as a twin red chump shines on her face-to-face nerve this time. Unconsciously, she begins rubbing her thighs together, trying to get some sort of sensation between her legs as her natural lubricants, begin seeping down them."Two,"is all she hears.

He continues, alternating sides he is hitting with the crop, each clock time only saying the number. Around big H act 10, she is no longer screaming out with each hit, but it almost sounds like she is moaning, with what he can only suppose is pleasance. The bulge in his pants, straining them, is making this undertaking uncomfortable so he pauses to correct, which is when he notices the glistening on her thighs.

He takes the crop and uses his knees to nudge her thigh apart. His manus close to her ass, he can feel the heat from his eyelash warming his skin. She opens her legs to him with no fight and savor numeral 11 smacking against Lil'Red's right thigh, followed quickly by a smack to her leave thigh."11 and 12"he states with no emotion. The wetness on her legs makes for a louder smack.

Quickly he does two to a greater extent strikes, one more against each of her thigh"13 and 14 ”. He pauses, and walks around her slowly. Sweat is matting her hairsbreadth to head and typeface, and she is breathing heavily. She is straining against her bindings, pulling her blouse tight against her chest. And as he gets back around, behind her, he notices how red her ass is and how swollen and wet her puss is.

He pulls his hand back, and skag he throws his arm forward and up, the crop being expertly guided up between her legs to bring against her lips. Her consistence 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 oral cavity, and cuts the rope, catching her before she crashes to the ground. He carries her to a stump near the current where he sits down, laying her across his lap. He reaches the rag down into the cool off watercourse and gently scratch it across the mug on her ass, easing some of the pain and redness.

As she regains use of her legs, he helps her tie-up. In a daze she kind of smell around and sort of focal point on her blank scanty laying beneath the tree where they fell when he picked her up. She turns her question towards him and then leaps onto him, kissing him passionately. Shocked by this precipitance, he falls backwards off the log, landing in the stream with Lil'Red on top of him.

The cold piddle shocking to them, both as it flows over them, soaking his pants, her shirt and wench. He rolls her over, still in the water, and push himself up on his script. Looking down on her, all he can do is susurration"you're beautiful"and then leans back down to snog her. As she looks up at him, his retentive hair cascading down around his face, his face fungus full and messy, she darts her knife into his sassing as he kisses her.

He stands, grabbing her bridge player, he pulls her from the water system. As they stand there, both dripping wet, he looks her up and down. Her lose weight white blouse clinging to her breast, her pap hard from the insensate body of water poking out. Her skirt clinging to her breaking ball. He lowers his chin, his tomentum falling slightly over his brass 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 articulatio talocruralis. He pushes her over the rostrum where her field goal was, knocking it to the ground. She hears the leather tie of his pants being opened and hears the drop to the footing as he is behind her again. She feels pressure sensation 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 soundbox begin slapping together with each emphatic thrust of his. Her tits swinging in the malarkey in cycle to his thrusts. All she can do is grip onto the tree stump as best she can as he drives his tool into her from behind. Her groan becoming louder as the sun sets over the trees. His pelvic arch clangoring into her ass, causing her red marks to pulse with a pleasurable pain.

Suddenly, she begins moaning more, her body vibration again, and her pussy quake around his cock buried inside of her as another sexual climax courses through her. Unable to stand 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 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 shako mantle, enjoying each other's eubstance until they drift off to sleep from exhaustion. When she awoke in the morning, he was gone, but her wearing apparel were hung on a ramification, to dry in the morning sun. She waited until they were dry and she put them on. She wanted to hold back for him, but figured her gran must be worried, so in a daze, she followed the stream home.

As she came into her cabins clarification, her hair disheveled, her clothes wrinkled and a damaged hoop, her grandmother chuckled, wrapped her arm around her and said"Let me tell you about my first time with the woodsman kinship group,"as she led her in the house.

Lil'Red went back to the clearing later that day, to its being cleared out. The alone sign that anyone had been there was a little burn plot of ground of ground from his camp fire. Lil'Red still goes back from meter to time, hoping to catch her masher man again, but as of yet, she hasn't been so lucky.

The End ?