My name is Thalra the Stray-Culler.  I am a huntress of the Suther Sisters, in the Sutherland, a narrow flatland that borders the Femdom Matriarchy.  I am called the stray culler because my specialty is tracking and capturing stray wild pigs that wander into our lands.

Autumn’s barely started and the trail is thicker than usual with strays.  It’s normal for stray pigs to wander into our lands, but it is odd we have so many in only a week.  Normally in a season I’d usually take one, maybe two.  But I’ve caught three strays this week.  And they’re not like the usual wild pigs I usually capture.  They’re cleaner, more civilized. 

I caught the third one today.  I was patrolling the north trail and picked up his tracks.  He may be more civilized than the normal stray, but he was just as dumb.  It was easy to track him.  It only took me the better part of an hour to find him and catch him.

He was bigger than me.  They usually are.  That didn’t matter.  I wrestled him down, stripped the pack off him, and quickly gentled him down with a sapling I fashioned into a whip.  Then used my strap-on to roughly fuck him until he was squalling and begging for me to stop.  Pigs are always easy to break.  Back at our camp, I put him to work.  Water hauling, mostly, and firewood chopping.  He’s learning quickly like the other ones I have tracked and captured.  My sisters are enjoying abusing him.

I’ll be out on the north trail again tomorrow looking for my strays.