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Life on a Farm (Felixia and Jugger)

When the bale was thrown at him, he yelped and jumped over the side of the wagon. He snarled at them before rushing for another pig, jumping over the pig pen and grabbing one and biting its neck like the last two he had done and jumped the fence once more to make a run for it. As he ran through the large grass, he yelped in pain and fell over as he felt his foot get caught in a bear trap and he fell to the ground, whining and yelping and whimpering in pain as he tried to get it off. He eventually began to start gnawing on his own leg, wanting to be free but by then it would be too late for his escape as it would've taken him too long to completely gnaw through his leg, Hallie would have ample time to catch him.
 
Without thinking of it, she ripped off her shirt and wrapped it around the pigs neck, stopping its bleeding, and she put it back in the pen, not worried about the fox getting away. "Damn fox, finally caught you...again." She turned to the merchant, "Please finish loading the wheat, I have to deal with this. She picked up a shovel and moved back to the fox, hitting him over the head until he was unconscious. She then moved back to the merchant, "Don't worry about the animals now, I have it under control, though I still need the new post and fence." The merchant nodded, but as a gift he pulled out some chains from his cart. "Here, use these if you want it alive." She nodded and took then, releasing the fox's leg and dragging him into the basement, chaining his neck to the stone wall. She also bound his legs together, after putting a rag around his wound. She finished with binding his arms together behind his back, basically making him immobile. She wiped her brow. "If this doesn't work....I will kill you this time." She got a small pail and filled it with water, putting it within his reach. She went back upstairs, putting on a shirt.
 
When he would awaken, he found himself to be in the basement. He looked around and saw nothing but thin light and sighed, already feeling himself bound and his neck had been chained to the wall. He whimpered lightly and began to cry at his situation and thought he would die, and to add insult to injury, she placed a bucket of water in front of him, but he would be unable to drink. He was on his side, arms and legs bound and he could not get up, only see the glistening of water from the bucket ever so barely in the thin light of the basement.
 
She was in the kitchen, enjoying a chicken sandwich, when she heard his whimpering. She frowned and got up, going down into the basement with a candle. "Good, your awake." She went over to him and lifted him up so he was sitting up. "There, now drink." She pointed at the water, then sat back on a crate, nibbling at the rest of her sandwich. She looked at him, seeing some blood still leaking from his leg. "Serves you right..."
 
He went to the bucket and put his snout in the water, slowly drinking it and stayed quiet as she stayed there. He knew that she was out of reach even if he decided to start flopping over to her to get nearer to her, the chain would just restrict him, so he stayed silent and just watched her, going back to the water every now and then and eventually just laid down and closed his eyes silently, whimpering every now and then. Knowing his fate.
 
She sighed and tossed the rest of her sandwich over to him, at least giving him scraps for now. He had sparked something in her..maybe desire or just sympathy. Whatever it was, she was going to keep him alive for now, as long as he didn't do anything stupid. She picked up and candle and went back up stairs, finishing her duties for that day. She made sure the big was fine, and then went to bed.
 
When she tossed the sandwich over, he devoured it immediately when it hit his snout. He licked his lips and watched her as she left, leaving him all alone in a dark, cold basement, tied up completely and not having the ability to use his motor skills. He whimpered all night long, and eventually began to start barking and yelping, hoping that she'd be so annoyed eventually of him that she'd just let him go...hoping for that rather than the second thing he would have taken, death. Death to avoid this torture.
 
After several hours of just enduring it, she finally gave up on sleep and went back down, dressed in just a coat. "You are just a pain in my ass, no matter what I do." She sat down on the crate again, crossing her legs. She set the candle down onto the floor and leaned back against a sack, rubbing her arms to keep warm. "You know I would like to be in a warm bed...but no...Mr. Fox need's a bloody nurse at night." She felt her nipples erecting again and sighed, seeing him take a special interest in her breasts.
 
Seeing her begin to erect, he seemed to suddenly stop fidgeting and just sat there...watching her as he saw her nipples erect once more. He grew hard once more, his red cock coming out of its sheathe once more and he just watched...Not whimpering, growling, or anything. His eyes just remained on her breasts, not caring that his cock was erect. It was natural for him and he didn't know that it was the awkward thing to do between civilized people. He eventually managed to get himself sat up and he watched her more...eyes never seeming to blink.
 
She saw him erect and smiled. "Horny much?" She chuckled helplessly and sat there, watching his cock pulse in the dim light. He seemed to turn into a statue, just watching her breasts...it was kind of unnerving. At least she now knew who to shut him up. She decided to test something...feeling dirty for even trying it. She took of her coat, sitting there now only in panties, and she leaned forward, letting him stare at her breasts. "What do you think?"
 
He seemed to lick his lips as she got closer and his eyes seemed even more intent on getting toward a better close, a more up close and personal look at her breasts. He began to whimper as he seemed to be forcing against the restricting chain around his neck as he squirmed a bit, whimpering lightly as he could feel his cock pulsing in want. Once he got out of these binds...He would just ravish her, for as long as he wanted and until he was finished. So much pent up sexual tension would be released on her...And he didn't have the intelligence to care for that.
 
She leaned back and laughed, enjoying his predicament. She knew he was lusting, it was obvious, but she really didn't feel like indulging him. She did enjoy the teasing though, and decided she might as well give the little beast a show. She stood up and dropped her panties, turning her back to him and bending forward, presenting. She was still out of reach so she just smiled and wagged. "If you stay good, and don't kill anything, you might be rewarded for it." She said, knowing he didn't understand, but it never hurt to try.
 
And indeed he did not understand, not one bit. Seeing her present herself to him only made him begin to struggle now, trying to break free from the binds that were holding his hands and legs together, and in the process, his cock was wagging around everywhere in his struggle. Eventually he had managed to break free from his arm's grasp, though his wrists were bloody from the struggle and now he began to claw at the ones on his legs and got them off much easier than his arms. He stood and began to go toward her, or rather just as far as the rope would allow him and he began to reach out toward her as best he could so that he could just grab her and pull her to him.
 
(Chain around your neck, not rope, lol)

She backed away out of his reach and quickly put her clothing back on. "Good thing for the chains." She nodded a silent thanks to the merchant. "That's bad behavior." She stated and picked up a broom, hitting the fox on the head, sending him back to the ground. She did decide though that he did deserve something...she reached out with the broom and rubbed his member with it, hoping that would help him some. "Stay down here." She said, still rubbing his crotch with the broom.
 
(Same difference lol.)

Feeling the broom strike him across the head, he whimpered and fell to the ground, only to look up to her as he felt her begin to start rubbing the end of the broom against his crotch. It wasn't the same, he didn't want something like...Wood...to touch him. HE wanted HER. He backed away, not wanting her to touch him with the damned thing and just whimpered as he moved to the corner and curled up, laying down and sighing as he knew he would not be able to take her and his feelings of lust would quickly leave as soon as she'd leave. He silently whimpered, not being able to get off like he wanted, though his whimpers weren't as loud as the ones that had caused her to come down in the first place.
 
She shrugged and put the boom up, "Suit yourself." She climbed the stairs and went back to her bedroom, going back to bed and sleeping soundly. She awoke in the morning and changed into her work clothing, going down into the basement after a quick meal. She brought the scraps down and tossed them next to the sleeping fox. She then filled up the pail again ad sat down on the crate, waiting for him to wake up. She didn't trust him alone for a whole day while she worked....but maybe she could convince him to stay beside her....
 
The feral would awaken to hearing the crate creak as the extra weight was on it when she sat down. He opened his eyes quickly and looked up, startled and looked down immediately to look at the food she had brought him and he attacked it as well, eating it as well and within seconds. He looked to her when he finally noticed her and sat up, watching her. He seemed tamed now, not really lustful like he had been the night before. He whimpered lightly and began to tug on the chains, wanting to go free to his home.
 
"I can't let you go, you will come back and eat my animals." She stated and sat back, crossing her legs again. "If you wanted to be free, you shouldn't of attacked my farm and nearly drove me into the ground." Sh stood up and started to climb the stairs to go to work, perhaps in a few days...you will learn to behave." She left and went to work, waiting for the merchant to arrive with her new gear. By early afternoon, he had arrived again with her new post and fence gear. He happily started working on the barn, working until sunset. She was sweating freely and she was tired, but content that at least that damage was near fixed. She went back down into the basement and ate her meal there, looking at the fox and tossing him scraps every now and then.
 
Eventually the feral would take no more of this. He didn't want to live as some pet of hers, he didn't want to be chained down here, alone and feeding off of scraps. He ate more from hunting in the woods than the small scraps she was giving him. He was waiting...He waited for her to come down once more after the the last time she gave him scraps and when he knew she would see him, he moved to the wall and began to bash in his head against it repeatedly, trying to kill himself in front of her.
 
She was surprised at this turn of event, not expecting the thing would be able to consider suicide. She moved her plate to the side, and ran forwards, not thinking, wrapping her arms around his chest and yanking him back away from the was, sliding her arms under his arms and wrapping her hands behind his head, pinning him. "What the hell!" She barked at him, basically in his ear at this point. She wrapped her legs around thighs and held him.
 
He whimpered when she began to stop him from killing himself. He began to struggle but from hunger, he was too weak and was just flailing around unsuccessfully and eventually he stopped. He was crying and whimpering, his body limp as blood trickled down slowly from the top of his head and down his cheek. He just wanted to die, he didn't want to be enslaved or kept down here and not in the open. If only he could break from these chains, and he would not attack her right then even if he could. He knew she was the only person who'd be able to get him out.
 
She sighed and pulled him up, thinking about what to do. He obviously was an outdoor animal, but she couldn't have him raiding her farm every night. Maybe she should let him end his own life....but that thought was quickly flushed away, viewed as too harsh. He was weak...maybe she could control him better. She unchained him, but held onto the chain, using it as a leash. "Here...follow me." She stated, pulling on the chain and leading him outside, "I will let you go...but...if you return again, I will chain you again." She yanked on the chain to emphasize the point. She bent down and unchained him, but glared him in the eye. "Don't raid again." She stood up and looked at him.
 
The feral was confused as she seemed to be leading him, but he did not struggle and only followed her. When she brought him outside, he watched the forest intently and ignored everything she was saying until he felt the tug on his leash. When she let him go, he watched her eyes as she spoke to him and was so close to his face. He showed gratitude, sticking his tongue out to lick her nose gently before he turned and made a mad dash over the fence and to the forest, making sure not to get caught in another trap of hers.
 
She sighed and went back inside, needing a bath. She stripped naked and filled the tub with warm water, and slid into it. She closed her eyes and relaxed, feeling like she made some progress today. She rubbed her eyes and sighed heavily, feeling the weight of her job rest upon her. She had revived the farm a little...but it still had a long time to go. If she was able to turn that fox to her side...things would be better. She could even use him to keep the other thieves away. That brought a smile to her lips...plus he was hung, never a bad thing.
 
It would not be for another month that she'd see the feral again, he was long gone for a good while, straying from the farm that he was captured in. But then the winter came, and snow fell. It would be harder for him to hunt, and he had no choice but to turn to going back to the farm. He watched the girl as she did her daily work and waited for night once more before he crept up. He climbed over the fence and went into the chicken coop before grabbing another chicken in his mouth and snapping its neck with his teeth, causing the others to start making noises of panic and the flutter of wings as they attempted to fly away.
 
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