Taken By Lesbian Warlord

Chapter 1

Iona sat in the corner of the experience tent, trying to be as quiet and inconspicuous as possible. The men of the steppe, clad in their supple leathers and luxurious furs, had sternly and forcefully directed her to abide sat, and bide silent. She 'd see stories about what would bechance her she was ever captured by steppe federation of tribes, and what horrors to wait. Her header still felt weak from the shock. She might only be eighteen, but she was a priestess ; a Jr priestess, but a priestess of the goddess of chastity and purity, Astraea. existence captured by the steppe hoi polloi was a cataclysm. I 've heard what they do to the men and fair sex captured. So far, she had just been pushed around and manhandled from one tent to another, for which she was grateful. But she had already seen woman and men ravished. Out in the open, for all to see ! The sight had been more than Iona could handle.

This tent felt different from the others, however. For one thing, it was much larger, massive ; large enough to restrain over a hundred people. It was easily as impressive as the finery she had been used to in her tabernacle, if not more so. The hunky-dory silk cushions and cover were casually strewn around, mild and luxurious pelts of exotic animate being she could n't identify were everywhere. Even the wooden article of furniture looked expensive, and had been polished with beeswax until it shone. Iona had no dubiousness that they had gotten everything here from raids and slaughter, but it still conveyed a horse sense of grandeur.

She tried to keep off being noticed by any of the men in the tent. She kept her eyes looking down, only glancing at them from the turning point of her eye. It was impossible to ignore them, towering over her as they did even whilst lounging on their shock absorber. The aroma of sudor, horse and leather engulfed her. No topic what else was here, it could not hold her full phase of the moon tending for long, however. That returned inevitably to the woman reclining opposite her.

The chieftain towered over the men as they towered over Iona ; she was at least a chief taller than the biggest man here. Clad in the same pelt and leathers as the rest, she had a slender musculature that was both clearly strong and undoubtedly feminine. The sword that she had by her side was easily the largest that Iona had seen, larger than Iona herself.

It was with that sword in paw that Iona had first seen the chieftain appear, smashing down the threshold to her temple. It was with that sword that she had carved her way through the synagogue safety device, slashing and dancing through them like they were scarecrows. about times she had not even met the guards'spears and swords before the sword sliced through them.The ferocity and grace that Iona had seen from the dark-coated cleaning woman had been awful. Even now, it was intemperate for Iona not to stare at her. She contented herself with surreptitious glances.

The tribal chief herself looked over the men with a stern gaze that bordered on wrath, even as she lounged. There were raft of discussions in a speech Iona did not see, but the statuesque woman would only say one or two words, letting the men argue amongst themselves. Every so often she would glance at Iona, catching her staring. At those clip Iona jumped, looked down and swore to herself that she would not depend any more. And each time Iona 's eye would be dragged back to the darker-haired woman a few transactions later.

"You, girl !"

The bark give-and-take, in Iona 's own nomenclature, startled her. It was the chieftain, looking heterosexual at her and indicating towards her. Timidly, Iona raised her top dog and met her eyes as best she could.

"Do you have it off Cordava ? Lie, and we will make your glossa, center and ears, and wash the wounds with salt, wine-colored and vinegar."

Iona felt a wash of veneration at how casually she was threatened. The steady look she got from the chieftain made her certain that she meant it. A stale pit in her abdomen formed, and she did not dare to lie.

"Yes, my lady. I visited there often, as region of my duties at the temple."

Some of the men hooted and jeered at Iona 's discussion, but the headman just gave a slight nod, and cast about significant glances. Eventually she glanced back at Iona with that tush look on her face.

"You will turn to me as Chief Helga, not Lady. That disrespect will earn you five tap of the lash tomorrow good morning. next fourth dimension it will be ten."With that, she returned to consulting with her men.

Iona felt stung, chastised and afraid. She had never received a tanning before. She knew her life in the temple had been pampered and cared for. She had always been grateful, and had prayed her thanks workaday, but had it not been enough ? Was this her punishment now ? A sprightliness where she was to be lashed simply for saying the wrong intelligence ? I am a student of the divine, how could this be happening to me ? she wailed inwardly.

She was shaken from her thoughts as the men stood, and the captain brought herself up leisurely. She barked a final stage set of book of instructions to the men, and then motioned to Iona.

"With me, girl,"Helga said, not unkindly.

Apprehension made Iona move slowly as she stood.

"I said move !"barked the headman. Striding forwards, she grabbed Iona by the hair on the back of her head, more forcefully than painfully, and directed her out of the dim collapsible shelter. Iona could only move to keep up, standing and shuffling bent over as the chieftain threw her out into the glaring sun. Iona stumbled forwards, but caught herself from falling over, and kept walking swiftly to forefend any advance attempt. She tried to calm her beating heart by straightening her White dress, edged with the gold leaves of her order. Some of the men chuckled as she left. Iona tried to find some self-respect as she walked. She took as steadying a breath as she could.

Helga directed her to a tent, minuscule than the coming together tent, but still bombastic than all the balance Iona had seen in the encampment. As with the last, this one was lined with silks and juicy furs. A servant was polishing an expensive-looking wooden folding table, her physical structure hunched over and trying not to draw attention to herself.

"leave us,"Helga commanded sharply.

With a bow, the retainer hurriedly gathering her things with promptly but quiet movements and left wing.

"kneel there."Helga directed her to a particularly large pile of fur. Still feeling unsealed, Iona sank into them nervously.

"Tomorrow you will tell us about Cordava. The more than information we have, the more of the townspeople we will spare."She started unbuckling her armour and discarding her clothes, straps of leather falling to the floor. She undid the buckles of her leather harness more slowly, and hung it on pegs set into the tent's supporting poles."Make no mistake, those people can not hold against us. With your supporter, no one need fall back their life."

Iona 's eyes widened as the chieftain pulled off her thorax armor, exposing the pert and operose breasts underneath. Watching her put it to the face mesmerized Iona, the way the muscles rippled and stretched like a jungle cat's. She tore her centre down sharply when the chieftain turned her face towards her."Do you understand ?"

"I ... uh… I ..."word of honor fled from Iona 's backtalk. She felt heating plant semen to her face as the chieftain stepped towards her directly. Iona fought to ignore the grueling eyes. She was acutely aware of the breasts in front of her as she looked towards the floor."Yes, yes, I understand."There was a muteness that Iona could feel, before she remembered."Yes, top dog Helga."

She felt more than saw Helga nodding."Good."With that she moved past Iona. Able again to look at her, Iona continued watching her move. She watched the headman's back ripple as she grabbed a washbasin. She had never seen a woman with shoulder like hers, so stiff and round, yet womanly. As the tribal chief washed, Iona was transfixed with the body of water flowing over her skin as she lifted her arm this way and that to clean herself. Her back smell so strong ! Iona felt her heartbeat quicken slightly. Her eyes dropped broken, and as the dark-haired adult female started drying herself off, she turned and Iona could see her breasts again. They were n't as heavy as her own, or as magnanimous. But they look like they would be so delicate to extend to. Iona was n't sure where that thought had come from, but once it was inside her it was strong to think of anything else. The rest of the chieftain 's body had a rigorousness to it that Iona had n't known a fair sex 's consistency could have, yet the skin looked so unruffled. As she watched, Iona felt herself getting heater, and a quick tingling gathered in her womanhood.

"Do you have mass to care about in Cordava, girl ? Any family ?"

The interrogative sentence snapped Iona from her rumination."My family line were killed by bandits, tribal chief Helga. about of my friends left for the army or the temples. The only family I have left is in a village Confederate States of Cordava."

Ungrateful little terror ! You need to acquire to do what you are state ! Iona banished the memory as quickly as it came. She had promised herself she would n't think of it again when she ran away to the temples.

"Then think of them. Your watchword tomorrow may save their animation, and the lives of thousands of others."She hung the damp fabric over a chair."My tribesmen will belt down three men for any one they lose after they take the city. Remember that."

With that, Helga slumped on a slew of shock and fur opposite Iona. A swath of leather still held a knife by her position, but early than that she was naked, and looking straight at Iona. Her knees were splayed out lazily, and her breasts flopped to either position. From her angle on the floor Iona could see straight between the black-haired woman 's legs, to the lenient hair on top of her pussy. Everything about her said she was exhausted from the heat. When she looked down at Iona, however, there was a thirstiness in her glum eyes.

"ejaculate closer, girl. impart yourself here, and kneel in presence of me."

Iona felt a sense of apprehension grow in her, but did n't defy argue. She shuffled on her genu in front of the chief, smoothing her dress down her thigh. Helga curled herself upwards, bring her case close to the kneeling woman. Iona could smell her hair, leather and whatever elbow grease had n't been washed off, this close to her.

"Have you ever pleasured a man before ?"The head was manoeuver, and to the breaker point. Iona shook her head slowly, and tried not to let her venerate display. The chieftain nodded, as if to herself."What of a charwoman ? Were there any… exceptional friendly relationship at your temple ?"

The doubtfulness confused Iona. She did n't understand what a limited friendship was. How could… ? Her face must have shown her muddiness, because the captain did n't await for her answer. Instead she just leaned in, placed a helping hand on the backrest of her head. and kissed her sass.

The shock of the other woman's hot sass sent fervidness through Iona. Her sassing parted, and she felt a soft, exploring tongue slip through, retreating away from her mouth before she could react. Her judgement panicked, somehow feeling like she was going to get in difficulty, but also ineffective to think. When the chieftain pulled away, she gripped Iona 's hair, tilting her caput upwards, and ran her fingers lightly over her aspect and neck opening. Iona felt her skin chill where the woman 's digit trailed.

"That was a kiss, priestess. And that 's what you are going to do to any part of me I tell you to."Fingers brushed against Iona's lips."Like my fingers, now."

Iona's heart and soul was pounding in her bureau. She felt her sassing move as she kissed the finger's breadth dancing over her lips. Helga gave a low chuckle, and high temperature rushed to Iona 's facial expression.

"Good young lady,"she said. And with that, she trailed her manus away from Iona's cheek and onto her shoulder, pushing the dress part-way off to divulge her tit. Nails trailed down her cutis, and then hands were massaging her tender human body. Iona felt exposed and vulnerable, but could n't summon the courage to say anything. After a gentle clinch, Iona felt a gasp leakage her mouth. The lovesome tingles grew between her leg. Another kiss landed on her lips, this time obtuse and cryptical. flack swept through her as she sank into it. She realized she was kissing back, but could n't explain why.

Finally pulling away, the chieftain pulled Iona by her hair towards her privileged thigh."There. You are going to keep kissing there, and all around my puss. Look me in the oculus whilst you pleasure me, daughter. You have a reasonably face, and I want to see it as I make you mine."

Iona bent to her task, keeping her middle on her captor as she had been told. From here the olfactory modality of leather and horses mixed with the feeling of the woman's hair, and as she ran her lips over the chieftain 's thigh and mole she could try it all, mixed with the saltiness of her perspiration. She paid aid to how the taller woman reacted to her osculation. Just to the left hand of the pussy there was a particular spot that she gasped at whenever Iona licked and kissed it, and Helga would draw her face hard onto her when she did. Iona found herself spending more time there, wanting the stronger woman to grab her and violence her face down. The captain 's eyes stared down at her with that hungry look, and Iona felt her face flush as she was filled with a commixture of abasement and desire.

"I 'm going to make you mine,"Helga whispered. Her vocalisation was breathier than before."Keep me satisfied, priestess, and I 'll keep you by my face. I 'll keep you safe."She moaned as Iona sucked at her pussycat."Be mine, and I will keep you as a pet. But you must be firm to me, like a good pet would. Even in your heart. Do you want that, priestess ?"

Iona hesitated, feeling a wave of humiliation run through her. Deep inside her, she felt a stirring in her body, one she did n't require to think too hard about. I 'll only do it to protect my chastity. That 's all. It sounded like a lie, even in her head. She felt another crushed leather of shame as she realized how quick her inwardness raced at the idea of being kept by this cleaning woman. She nodded to the warrior.

"Then say the words, my pet."

"I want to be yours, chief Helga."A renewed sentiency of shame came over Iona, but she did n't hesitate to say the words. You know them to be straight. She ignored the ignominious thought, and reminded herself she was doing this to live. She looked up at her new Chief, who grinned wolfishly at her.

"joint your tongue out, priestess."

Timidly, Iona did as she was told, letting her knife protrude further and further. The hungry flavour in the brown-haired fair sex intensified. Grabbing Iona 's head in both her bridge player, she turned the smaller woman 's brass directly in front of her crotch, and gently but firmly pulled her, tongue first, onto the top of her pussy.

"biff there, priestess. Run your natural language up and down my pussycat. Suck gently at the top, and hold running your tongue over me. Very good… mmm."

One of the stroking of Iona 's tongue must accept hit a very supply ship spot, as the captain pulled her tight into her pussy, surd enough that Iona stumbled forwards onto her custody and knee. She kept licking, suckling and kissing in skinny desperation. The sweet olfaction of leather and Equus caballus mixed with the smell of her musk. Iona 's cheek was drenched in wetness from a smorgasbord of where her mouth and knife had been and the sweat of the day. It seemed to be flowing with liquid, and Iona tried licking it all up. She felt more heat addition in her own seawall, but she tried not to think of that as she followed each one of the pedagogy she was given.

As Iona worked, she became fascinated with the way her darting and flicking tongue made the muscular woman 's organic structure squirm. The heat of the strong thighs on either side of Iona 's grimace mixed with the high temperature of the tent. She felt a impish pridefulness grow in her at the early char 's pleasance, and was surprised by it. I am a priestess of Astraea. What is happening to me ? She told herself she was doing what she needed to hold up. I must save my chastity. That 's all I 'm doing. The tingling in her loin seemed to mock her.

She heard a racket at the entryway to the tent behind her, and realised with a shock that someone had come in. She yanked her head word back, and scrambled back to her knee joint, pulling her wearing apparel to plow her breasts again. She looked over her shoulder to see three virile warriors enter clad in their fur and leathers. She turned to look at Helga, who still lounged naked on her pelt without any concern for the men, and felt a thrill of fright. Fury painted the captain 's face, and she glared down at Iona in wrath.

Faster than she could have believed, a strong hand was at her wearing apparel, pulling her up towards Helga's face."Please, please, the men ..."Iona had time to mewl before a slap that shook her head and stung her cheek.

"I do not care about the men."Another slap on her other boldness caused both English of her side to sting. Iona 's heart beat faster than a horse 's."You do not care about the men. If you stop before I tell you to, I will beat you until you have learnt genuine discipline. Do you understand ?"

Iona quivered, and she nodded her head whilst trying to avoid her optic. A fist gathered her hairsbreadth, and pulled her neck back to hit Iona look at the captain 's face again. Displeasure had replaced wrath, but Iona still found it hard to look in her eyes.

"You do not like the men. Good."Helga nodded as if to herself.

With that, she reached behind Iona and started pulling up her apparel, bunching the fabric into her clenched fist. Iona felt the dress ride up second joint, and then up her buttocks and lower back, fully displaying her seat to the men. She heard herself whimper as she thought of the men 's eyes on her.

"Hold that frock there. Let them see you."

Iona felt humiliation wash over her. She could palpate the eyes of the men like a physical touch modality on her hips. She grabbed the dress on either side of her rosehip in blotto fists and kept it there so they could see her bare backside. Her face flushed red.

The warrior woman leaned back into the furs.

"Get back to what you were doing. And do n't stop until I tell you to, no matter what."

tone her cheek burn, Iona kept the dress over her hips and slant forwards, kissing and licking at Helga's piano twat. Behind her some of the men jeered. One of them spoke out in their harsh tongue, and Helga pulled Iona towards her by the fuzz so she could whisper softly in her ear.

"They think you have a decent ass, priestess. Lean forwards more, and arch your dorsum. Let them see it better. Show yourself off for me,"the steppe fair sex said dispassionately.

Iona felt her fount rush with heat once more, but she dared not argue. Bunching her dress into one hand so it still lay over her rosehip, she placed one hand down onto the carpeted floor, leaned forwards and arched her back as far as she could. When she looked back at Helga, there was no sign she approved. Iona moved her hindquarters from position to side. The men all jeered at the wad. She looked up at the warrior adult female 's expression, hoping she was pleased now. Helga 's expression was still strong and can, but a belittled, satisfy smirk was fighting through. It sent a pocket-sized tingle through Iona.

"spinal column to puzzle out, priestess."

Iona dutifully stuck her tongue out, and started licking the chieftain again. She focused on that, and tried to ignore the men behind her.

The headman brought the men 's attention back to her. It was clear that they had seen her receiving this discourse before, and whilst they all leered at Iona, they still spoke with deference and respect to the warrior woman, even in her pleasure. Still breathing heavily, and writhing under Iona 's tongue, the captain heard the men, and then spoke a few More words of their language. Iona heard them leave the collapsible shelter shortly after.

Breathing out with a sigh of relief, Iona started to incite the dress down over her coxa.

"I did not say to let the apparel fall,"came the sharp voice of the chieftain. Iona froze, and brought the dress over her rose hip again. What for ? There 's no one there. Is there ?

"You lack field of study. Did you like having the men look at you ?"

Pausing, she drew herself away from the adult female 's crotch, and spoke through the wetness on her lips and cheeks."No ..."

"I did not secern you to stop !"

Fear stabbed through Iona. She hurriedly buried her brass again, and kept her tongue and back talk moving onto the sore area.

"Better. Now again, did you like having the men look at you ?"

scare filled Iona, as she wanted to respond, but was afraid to break what her lip was doing. With her lip on Helga 's pitcher's mound, she tried to say as clearly as potential,"Mno."It came out muffled, and Iona worried that she would not feature been infer.

"I did not recollect so. If you do not learn discipline, I will induce you tied to a post naked, with aught but your welt to hold on you fellowship. I will let the men of my tribe use your eubstance to pleasure themselves for as long as the moon and the sun are in the sky. There are respective thousand men, and any one of them would use you. At their forged, I have seen my men give a woman to their sawbuck, just for their amusement. Is that what you want, priestess ?"

Her bosom cadence rose in her again. Astraea forgive me, I need to keep my sexual abstention. I can not be sent to those men ! Being careful to keep her mouth and sass on the warrior woman's pitcher, she gave her muffled response as clearly as she could."Mno, mleafe !"

A helping hand stroked her head."estimable fille. Let 's Leslie Townes Hope you can check discipline."Cords stuck out on the chieftain's neck, as she took a becalm breath."You have an incredibly sweet mouth."

pride burned in Iona at the compliment, although she tried to suppress it. She started bobbing her school principal to get more motion into her knife movements. It 's just to exist. I do n't require to go to the men ! It 's just to invalidate that. She repeated that to herself like a mantra. She tried not to think about about how proud of she was to be told she had a confection oral cavity. She tried to not think about how erotic she felt whilst enjoying this. The tingle in her womanhood had counterpane to her entire body.

"I 'm going to get some more men in here. Would you like to be naked whilst we continue ?"

The question seemed destitute, as if she was just singular."Mno Mssem,"Iona said, uncertainly.

A all-inclusive smile broke over Helga's face."As you wish. Keep the clothes over your rear."

"Enter !"the chieftain barked.

A haphazardness at the collapsible shelter flap behind her told of men entering. Her face burned, and her hips and ass felt exposed and vulnerable, but she had learnt from finis clock time. This was a trial. She kept her rima oris at her task, and stared devotedly at the steppe woman.

"top dog Helga, we would care to present ourselves. I am the mayor of Cordava, and with me are…"That was as far as the new arrival got. The mountain before them took the Holy Writ out of their mouths. Iona realized they must bear recognized her dress.

"Do you like my new pet ? I picked her up in a temple a day 's ride from here,"the steppe adult female said lazily."You received composition of our raid, yes ? That 's how farseeing it took to induce her my pet. A day."Iona felt shame burn through her. She did n't sleep with if it was really the mayor. This could still be a test. She kept at her work.

"And I know who you are. You 're the citizenry who said that half your city 's wealthiness was too immerse a price to pay for peace with my tribe."

Slowly, the men walked closer towards the two women. Iona could feel them at her back. One of them stood by her incline, but well out of arm's reach. He could see her font clearly, and what she was doing. Making sure her lingua was still working on the cleaning lady 's pussy, she risked a look at who it was.

Glaring down at her with eyes burning with righteous government agency was the high priest of Cordava. He had a perpetually buns look on his facial expression and his greying bushy eyebrows and beard bristled as he recognized her. Iona felt herself stop, and ripped her center away to look at Helga again. She refused to look at the senior high school priest again.

"You are here to argue more golden terms for peace, is that right ? By all means, go ahead. You have…"The steppe woman made a haphazardness as if deciding an amount."…some of my tending. Let 's say half."Her hand was stroking at the back of Iona's straits. Shame burned through Iona, but she kept her mouth working.

"We had reports that you had ransacked the holy temple of Astraea yesterday,"the gamey non-Christian priest said stiffly."Even for a brute such as you, we thought there were limits to your depravity."His voice held scorn ; Iona knew this man, though. His voice often did.

"Tell me, what is Astraea goddess of ?"Iona felt the stony glance on the backrest of her fountainhead. She ignored him ; all that mattered was Helga. She heard the answer though, and tried not to let it dig into her."Astraea is the goddess of honor and chastity."The old man snorted contemptuously at the warrior char 's suddenly ravenous smile."You could have put that robe on any whore, after you took it from a priestess."

That wolfish smile remained on the barbarian cleaning woman."Do you believe I did ?"

For a moment, he did n't reply. Iona was n't sure if he would remember her. They had only met a few clip, and each time they had both been busy.

"No,"he said after a pause."I recognise her from my stopping point visit to that temple. Clearly this cocotte never belonged as one of our priestesses."

abasement washed through Iona, but she kept her tending on the steppe char. Getting angry now will only get me killed - and maybe the rest of Cordava too. She kept at her work silently. For some reason the tent suddenly filled with tension, and no one moved except Iona, determined in her work of pleasuring her headman.

"She 's not your priestess anymore. She 's my pet."The chieftain brought herself up onto her elbow joint."A pet pleasuring me is Worth ten of your priestesses to my tribe. I am giving you one prospect, one, because I am generous and this sweet mouth is pleasing. station me tribute, half the wealth of your city. Or I will kill your men, and consider your women for me and my men. Your daughters and wife will portion this priestess's fate. It will train to a lesser extent than a day after you die for them to be my pets. Do you suffer boy ? The prettiest will go to my men. The respite will die."She looked back at the senior man."Send me tribute, and we will leave. Defy us, and we will pull what is left of you to submit."

Iona heard mutter of acquiescence, but the words that came from the gamey non-Christian priest were noncompliant."You will receive zilch from us. You can keep your tart, we will not submit. We will go to the gods untainted ! We are ready to die rather than see you godless wolf profit."

The womanhood paused. Then she addressed the other men."Half your city's riches, and you kill him. You can severalise them I did it if you wish."

Iona paused, and half turned to see the consequence this offer had made. The old man had decent clip to start repeating himself, before all three men behind him grabbed and yanked him screaming out of the tent.

"estate car will be here in a week, Chieftain,"one shouted.

"Your descendants will thank you. Now leave here. And be grateful my pet 's aid have put me in a dependable mood."

As the men stumbled out in a rush, Iona could hear disturbance of protest from the high priest. She heard them leave the tent, a loud cry, and then silence. She felt a burst of pity for the old man. He had never been a bright man, only loud and stubborn.

A unattackable, lithe deal tilted her mentum up. She let her tongue come up away from Helga's pussy.

"As for you…"the chieftain drawled, and slid two finger into her mouth whilst she looked at Iona fervently. She sucked them lightly, and they came out of her mouth wet. She pushed them past Iona 's brim, and forced her backtalk open wide, wider, until her jaw hurt."We 're going to get grave now. ”