Taken By Lesbian Warlord

Chapter 1

Iona sat in the corner of the mat up 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 stay sat, and stay silent. She 'd listen stories about what would bechance her she was ever captured by steppe tribe, and what horrors to expect. Her drumhead still felt illumine from the shock. She might only be XVIII, but she was a priestess ; a junior priestess, but a priestess of the goddess of virtue and purity, Astraea. being captured by the steppe hoi polloi was a tragedy. I 've heard what they do to the men and women 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 women and men ravished. Out in the opened, for all to see ! The sight had been more than Iona could handle.

This tent felt different from the others, however. For one matter, it was much larger, monolithic ; large enough to accommodate over a century hoi polloi. It was easily as impressive as the finery she had been used to in her temple, if not more so. The finest silk shock and blanket were casually strew around, soft and luxurious skin of exotic fauna she could n't identify were everywhere. Even the wooden furniture looked expensive, and had been polished with beeswax until it shone. Iona had no doubt that they had gotten everything here from maraud and butchery, but it still conveyed a sense of grandeur.

She tried to avoid being noticed by any of the men in the tent. She kept her eyes looking down, only glancing at them from the corner of her eye. It was impossible to ignore them, towering over her as they did even whilst lounging on their shock. The flavor of lather, horse and leather engulfed her. No matter what else was here, it could not give her full attention for long, however. That returned inevitably to the woman reclining face-to-face her.

The chieftain towered over the men as they towered over Iona ; she was at least a oral sex taller than the biggest man here. Clad in the Lapplander pelt and leathers as the balance, she had a slender muscular structure that was both clearly strong and undoubtedly feminine. The sword that she had by her side was easily the bombastic that Iona had seen, bombastic than Iona herself.

It was with that sword in hand that Iona had first seen the tribal chief appear, smashing down the door to her temple. It was with that sword that she had carved her way through the temple sentry duty, slashing and dancing through them like they were straw man. nigh sentence she had not even met the guards'lance and steel before the blade sliced through them.The fury and blessing that Iona had seen from the black-haired cleaning lady had been awful. Even now, it was voiceless for Iona not to stare at her. She contented herself with stealthy glances.

The chieftain herself looked over the men with a stern gaze that bordered on ire, even as she lounged. There were plenty of treatment in a language Iona did not empathize, but the Junoesque woman would only say one or two intelligence, letting the men argue amongst themselves. Every so often she would glance at Iona, catching her staring. At those sentence Iona jumped, looked down and swore to herself that she would not look any more than. And each time Iona 's eye would be dragged back to the darker-haired woman a few instant later.

"You, girl !"

The barked words, in Iona 's own language, startled her. It was the tribal chief, looking heterosexual at her and argue towards her. Timidly, Iona raised her brain and met her eyes as sound she could.

"Do you know Cordava ? Lie, and we will pick out your lingua, middle and ears, and wash the wounds with table salt, wine-coloured and vinegar."

Iona felt a slipstream of awe at how casually she was threatened. The steady looking at she got from the chieftain made her sealed that she meant it. A frigid pit in her stomach formed, and she did not defy to lie.

"Yes, my lady. I visited there often, as part of my tariff at the temple."

Some of the men hooted and jeered at Iona 's Word, but the chieftain just gave a flimsy nod, and cast about significant coup d'oeil. Eventually she glanced back at Iona with that bum face on her face.

"You will address me as tribal chief Helga, not Lady. That discourtesy will realize you five tap of the lash tomorrow morning. Next meter it will be ten."With that, she returned to consulting with her men.

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

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

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

Apprehension made Iona movement slowly as she stood.

"I said motion !"barked the chieftain. Striding forwards, she grabbed Iona by the pilus on the spinal column of her head, more forcefully than painfully, and directed her out of the dim collapsible shelter. Iona could only locomote to keep up, standing and shuffling knack over as the chieftain threw her out into the glaring sunshine. Iona stumbled forwards, but caught herself from falling over, and kept walking swiftly to void any promote onset. She tried to quieten her beating heart by straightening her whitened frock, edged with the amber leaves of her order. Some of the men chuckled as she left. Iona tried to recover some dignity as she walked. She took as steadying a breather as she could.

Helga directed her to a tent, pocket-sized than the meeting collapsible shelter, but still larger than all the eternal rest Iona had seen in the camping area. As with the last, this one was lined with silk and delicious furs. A servant was polishing an expensive-looking wooden folding table, her consistency hunched over and trying not to draw care to herself.

"Leave us,"Helga commanded sharply.

With a bow, the handmaiden hurriedly gathering her affair with prompt but tranquillize front and left.

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

"Tomorrow you will distinguish us about Cordava. The more data 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 thole set into the tent's supporting celestial pole."Make no mistake, those multitude can not hold against us. With your avail, no one need lose their life."

Iona 's middle widened as the chieftain pulled off her thorax armour, exposing the pert and hard breasts underneath. Watching her put it to the incline mesmerized Iona, the way the muscles rippled and stretched like a jungle cat's. She tore her eyes down sharply when the captain turned her cheek towards her."Do you infer ?"

"I ... uh… I ..."words fled from Iona 's mouthpiece. She felt rut semen to her face as the chieftain stepped towards her directly. Iona fought to dismiss the hard middle. She was acutely aware of the breasts in front of her as she looked towards the flooring."Yes, yes, I understand."There was a secretiveness that Iona could finger, before she remembered."Yes, Chief Helga."

She felt more than saw Helga nodding."Good."With that she moved by Iona. Able again to expect at her, Iona continued watching her move. She watched the chieftain's back ripple as she grabbed a washbasin. She had never seen a woman with berm like hers, so hard 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 hinder looks so secure ! Iona felt her jiffy quicken slightly. Her eyes dropped lower berth, and as the dark-haired cleaning lady started drying herself off, she turned and Iona could see her white meat again. They were n't as heavy as her own, or as large. But they look like they would be so easy to extend to. Iona was n't sure where that thought had come from, but once it was inside her it was hard to think of anything else. The respite of the chieftain 's body had a hardness to it that Iona had n't known a woman 's body could have, yet the skin looked so smooth. As she watched, Iona felt herself getting warmer, and a fond prickling gathered in her womanhood.

"Do you have people to worry about in Cordava, girl ? Any family ?"

The questions snapped Iona from her rumination."My fellowship were killed by bandits, Chief Helga. Most of my protagonist left for the army or the temples. The entirely family I have left is in a village south of Cordava."

Ungrateful bratwurst ! You need to find out to do what you are state ! Iona banished the retentiveness 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 words tomorrow may redeem their lifespan, and the biography of 1000 of others."She hung the dampen cloth over a electric chair."My tribesmen will kill three men for any one they lose after they take the city. Remember that."

With that, Helga slumped on a piling of cushions and furs opposite Iona. A whang of leather still held a knife by her side, but other than that she was naked, and looking straight at Iona. Her knee joint were splayed out lazily, and her breasts flopped to either incline. From her angle on the floor Iona could see straight between the dark-coated fair sex 's legs, to the lenient hair on top of her slit. Everything about her said she was exhausted from the heat. When she looked down at Iona, however, there was a hunger in her glowering eyes.

"Come closer, girl. convey yourself here, and kneel in front of me."

Iona felt a common sense of apprehension grow in her, but did n't dare argue. She shuffled on her knees in front of the captain, smoothing her wearing apparel down her thighs. Helga curled herself upwards, bring her face finish to the kneeling woman. Iona could reek her hair, leather and whatever sweat had n't been washed off, this end to her.

"Have you ever pleasured a man before ?"The doubtfulness was take aim, and to the percentage point. Iona shook her fountainhead slowly, and tried not to let her fear display. The chief nodded, as if to herself."What of a woman ? Were there any… exceptional friendly relationship at your temple ?"

The question confused Iona. She did n't understand what a peculiar friendship was. How could… ? Her fount must have shown her confusion, because the headman did n't wait for her solvent. Instead she just leaned in, placed a manus on the back of her head teacher. and kissed her lips.

The cushion of the former woman's hot lips sent fire through Iona. Her sass parted, and she felt a easy, exploring tongue slip through, retreating away from her oral fissure before she could react. Her mind panicked, somehow feeling like she was going to get in trouble, but also ineffectual to think. When the tribal chief pulled away, she gripped Iona 's hair, tilting her head upwards, and ran her digit lightly over her face and cervix. Iona felt her tegument tingle where the cleaning lady 's fingers 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 mouth."Like my fingers, now."

Iona's inwardness was pounding in her bureau. She felt her lips move as she kissed the fingers dancing over her sassing. Helga gave a low chuckle, and heat rushed to Iona 's face.

"Good girl,"she said. And with that, she trailed her hand away from Iona's cheek and onto her shoulder, pushing the garb part-way off to expose her breast. Nails trailed down her skin, and then hands were massaging her ship's boat soma. Iona felt exposed and vulnerable, but could n't muster the courageousness to say anything. After a gentle credit crunch, Iona felt a gasp relief valve her mouth. The tender tingles grew between her ramification. Another osculation landed on her lips, this time slower and deeper. fervency swept through her as she sank into it. She realized she was kissing back, but could n't explain why.

Finally pulling away, the tribal chief pulled Iona by her tomentum towards her inner second joint."There. You are going to observe caressing there, and all around my twat. depend me in the centre whilst you pleasure me, female child. You have a fairly nerve, and I want to see it as I make you mine."

Iona bent to her task, keeping her eye on her captor as she had been told. From here the feeling of leather and buck mixed with the smell of the cleaning woman's hair, and as she ran her lips over the chieftain 's thigh and mole she could taste it all, mixed with the table salt of her sweat. She paid attention to how the taller woman reacted to her kiss. Just to the left of the cunt there was a exceptional spot that she gasped at whenever Iona licked and kissed it, and Helga would squeeze her face concentrated onto her when she did. Iona found herself spending to a greater extent clip there, wanting the secure woman to seize her and force out her human face down. The tribal chief 's eyes stared down at her with that hungry face, and Iona felt her typeface boot as she was filled with a mix of humiliation and desire.

"I 'm going to make you mine,"Helga whispered. Her voice was breathier than before."sustenance me satisfied, priestess, and I 'll keep you by my side. I 'll sustain you safe."She moaned as Iona sucked at her puss."Be mine, and I will keep you as a pet. But you must be patriotic to me, like a good pet would. Even in your heart. Do you desire that, priestess ?"

Iona hesitated, feeling a moving ridge of chagrin run through her. Deep inside her, she felt a inspiration in her body, one she did n't require to guess too firmly about. I 'll only do it to protect my sexual abstention. That 's all. It sounded like a lie, even in her head. She felt another puppy love of pity as she realized how fast her mettle raced at the thought of being kept by this womanhood. She nodded to the warrior.

"Then say the words, my pet."

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

"marijuana cigarette your tongue out, priestess."

Timidly, Iona did as she was told, letting her tongue protrude further and further. The athirst look in the dark-haired woman intensified. Grabbing Iona 's head in both her hands, she turned the lowly adult female 's face directly in front of her genital organ, and gently but firmly pulled her, tongue first, onto the top of her pussy.

"clout there, priestess. Run your tongue up and down my twat. suction gently at the top, and sustain running your tongue over me. Very good… mmm."

One of the strokes of Iona 's tongue must have hit a very tender spot, as the chief pulled her tight into her pussy, grueling enough that Iona stumbled forwards onto her hands and knees. She kept licking, suckling and kissing in nearly desperation. The seraphic feel of leather and knight mixed with the olfactory property of her musk. Iona 's face was drenched in wetness from a concoction of where her mouth and spit had been and the sweat of the day. It seemed to be flowing with liquid state, and Iona tried licking it all up. She felt more inflame increase in her own jetty, but she tried not to think of that as she followed each one of the instructions she was given.

As Iona worked, she became fascinated with the way her darting and flicking lingua made the muscular woman 's body squirm. The heat of the stiff thighs on either side of Iona 's typeface mixed with the heat of the tent. She felt a mischievous pride grow in her at the former woman 's pleasure, 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 survive. I must salve my chastity. That 's all I 'm doing. The prickling in her loins seemed to bemock her.

She heard a noise at the entering to the collapsible shelter behind her, and realised with a electrical shock that person had come in. She yanked her principal back, and scrambled back to her knees, pulling her clothes to cover her breasts again. She looked over her shoulder to see three manly warriors enter clad in their fur and leathers. She turned to look at Helga, who still lounged naked on her fur without any concern for the men, and felt a thrill of fear. Fury painted the captain 's face, and she glared down at Iona in anger.

Faster than she could have believed, a strong script was at her dress, pulling her up towards Helga's face."Please, please, the men ..."Iona had prison term to whimper before a slap that shook her head and stung her nerve.

"I do not care about the men."Another slap on her early impudence caused both sides of her face to sting. Iona 's fondness round faster than a cavalry 's."You do not give care about the men. If you stop before I tell you to, I will outsmart you until you have learnt true bailiwick. Do you understand ?"

Iona quivered, and she nodded her mind whilst trying to deflect her eyes. A fist gathered her hair, and pulled her neck back to make believe Iona look at the chief 's face again. Displeasure had replaced ira, but Iona still found it intemperate 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 dress, bunching the textile into her fist. Iona felt the dress ride up thighs, and then up her keister and scummy back, fully displaying her rear to the men. She heard herself whimper as she thought of the men 's eyes on her.

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

Iona felt humiliation wash drawing over her. She could feel the eyes of the men like a physical sense of touch on her hips. She grabbed the apparel on either side of meat of her hips in pixilated fists and kept it there so they could see her bare backside. Her case flushed red.

The warrior womanhood leaned back into the pelt.

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

Feeling her face burn, Iona kept the dress over her pelvis and be given forwards, kissing and licking at Helga's piano slit. Behind her some of the men jeered. One of them spoke out in their harsh tongue, and Helga pulled Iona towards her by the hair so she could whisper softly in her ear.

"They think you have a nice ass, priestess. Lean forwards more, and arch your rear. Let them see it safe. Show yourself off for me,"the steppe woman said dispassionately.

Iona felt her look kick with heat once more, but she dared not fence. Bunching her dress into one hand so it still lay over her articulatio coxae, she placed one script 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 polarity she approved. Iona moved her behind from side to side. The men all jeered at the sight. She looked up at the warrior womanhood 's face, hoping she was pleased now. Helga 's expression was still hard and stern, but a small, satisfied smirk was fighting through. It sent a small thrill through Iona.

"Back to work on, 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 chieftain brought the men 's attention back to her. It was brighten that they had seen her receiving this treatment before, and whilst they all leered at Iona, they still spoke with compliance and respect to the warrior charwoman, even in her pleasure. Still breathing heavily, and writhing under Iona 's tongue, the headman heard the men, and then spoke a few more password of their language. Iona heard them leave the tent shortly after.

Breathing out with a suspiration of succor, Iona started to move the dress down over her hips.

"I did not say to let the clothes downslope,"came the sharp voice of the captain. Iona froze, and brought the dress over her hips again. What for ? There 's no one there. Is there ?

"You lack discipline. Did you like having the men look at you ?"

Pausing, she drew herself away from the woman 's private parts, and spoke through the wetness on her back talk and cheeks."No ..."

"I did not enjoin you to barricade !"

Fear stabbed through Iona. She hurriedly buried her expression again, and kept her clapper and lips moving onto the raw areas.

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

Panic filled Iona, as she wanted to answer, but was afraid to block off what her mouthpiece was doing. With her mouth on Helga 's heap, she tried to say as clearly as possible,"Mno."It came out muffled, and Iona worried that she would not have been sympathize.

"I did not think so. If you do not learn discipline, I will have you tied to a Post naked, with nothing but your welts to hold on you company. I will let the men of my kindred use your consistency to pleasure themselves for as long as the moonshine and the sun are in the sky. There are respective thousand men, and any one of them would use you. At their worst, I have seen my men consecrate a cleaning woman to their horses, just for their entertainment. Is that what you want, priestess ?"

Her heart beat rose in her again. Astraea forgive me, I need to observe my sexual abstention. I can not be sent to those men ! Being careful to go on her mouth and lips on the warrior woman's mound, she gave her tone down response as clearly as she could."Mno, mleafe !"

A helping hand stroked her head."dependable girl. Let 's hope you can learn discipline."Cords stuck out on the chieftain's neck opening, as she took a stabilize breath."You have an incredibly Sweet mouth."

Pride burned in Iona at the compliment, although she tried to subdue it. She started bobbing her head to get more motility into her glossa movements. It 's just to live. I do n't want to go to the men ! It 's just to forefend that. She repeated that to herself like a mantra. She tried not to suppose about about how pleased she was to be told she had a odoriferous backtalk. She tried to not mean about how erotic she felt whilst enjoying this. The tingling in her womanhood had cattle ranch to her entire body.

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

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

A extensive smile broke over Helga's face."As you wish. Keep the frock over your rear."

"Enter !"the chieftain barked.

A interference at the collapsible shelter flaps behind her told of men entering. Her face burned, and her pelvic girdle and ass felt exposed and vulnerable, but she had learnt from in conclusion prison term. This was a test. She kept her mouthpiece at her task, and stared devotedly at the steppe woman.

"top dog Helga, we would like to give ourselves. I am the city manager of Cordava, and with me are…"That was as far as the new reaching got. The sight before them took the words out of their backtalk. Iona realized they must own recognized her dress.

"Do you like my new pet ? I picked her up in a temple a day 's ride from here,"the steppe char said lazily."You received report of our raid, yes ? That 's how prospicient it took to make her my pet. A day."Iona felt shame burn through her. She did n't recognize if it was really the city manager. This could still be a tryout. She kept at her workplace.

"And I know who you are. You 're the people who said that half your city 's wealth was too steep a price to pay for ataraxis with my tribe."

Slowly, the men walked closer towards the two cleaning lady. Iona could sense them at her rear. One of them stood by her face, but well out of arm's reach. He could see her face clearly, and what she was doing. Making sure her tongue was still working on the char 's cunt, she risked a flavour at who it was.

Glaring down at her with eyes burning with righteous authority was the high priest of Cordava. He had a perpetually posterior look on his aspect and his greying bushy supercilium and beard bristled as he recognized her. Iona felt herself stop, and ripped her eyes away to look at Helga again. She refused to seem at the high priest again.

"You are here to indicate more golden terminal figure for peace, is that right ? By all means, go ahead. You have…"The steppe woman made a noise as if deciding an sum of money."…some of my attending. Let 's say half."Her deal was stroking at the back of Iona's head. Shame burned through Iona, but she kept her back talk working.

"We had reports that you had ransacked the holy temple of Astraea yesterday,"the mellow priest said stiffly."Even for a savage such as you, we thought there were demarcation line to your depravity."His voice held contempt ; Iona knew this man, though. His voice often did.

"Tell me, what is Astraea goddess of ?"Iona felt the stony glimpse on the back of her fountainhead. She ignored him ; all that mattered was Helga. She heard the resolution though, and tried not to let it stab into her."Astraea is the goddess of purity and chastity."The old man snorted contemptuously at the warrior womanhood 's suddenly wolfish grinning."You could suffer put that robe on any whore, after you took it from a priestess."

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

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

"No,"he said after a interruption."I recognise her from my last visit to that temple. Clearly this whore never belonged as one of our priestesses."

humiliation washed through Iona, but she kept her attention on the steppe woman. Getting wild now will only get me killed - and maybe the rest of Cordava too. She kept at her employment silently. For some grounds the tent suddenly filled with tension, and no one moved except Iona, determined in her study of pleasuring her chieftain.

"She 's not your priestess anymore. She 's my pet."The chieftain brought herself up onto her elbows."A pet pleasuring me is worth ten of your priestesses to my tribe. I am giving you one chance, one, because I am generous and this cherubic mouth is pleasing. institutionalize me tribute, half the wealth of your metropolis. Or I will shoot down your men, and take your women for me and my men. Your girl and married woman will share this priestess's portion. It will involve LE than a day after you die for them to be my pets. Do you birth boy ? The prettiest will go to my men. The ease will die."She looked back at the quondam man."Send me tribute, and we will leave. Defy us, and we will coerce what is left of you to submit."

Iona heard murmurs of acquiescence, but the words that came from the high priest were defiant."You will have nothing from us. You can hold back your whore, we will not submit. We will go to the gods unstained ! We are set up to die rather than see you irreverent brute profit."

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

Iona paused, and half turned to see the effect this crack had made. The old man had enough time 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 posterity will thank you. Now leave here. And be grateful my pet 's attentions have put me in a thoroughly mood."

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

A strong, slender hand tilted her Kuki up. She let her tongue come away from Helga's pussy.

"As for you…"the headman drawled, and slid two fingers 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 back talk, and forced her oral cavity undefended broad, wider, until her jaw hurt."We 're going to get serious now. ”