Taken By tribade Warlord

Chapter 1

Iona sat in the recess of the felt collapsible shelter, trying to be as quiet and invisible as possible. The men of the steppe, clad in their supple leathers and luxurious pelt, had sternly and forcefully directed her to stay put sat, and detain silent. She 'd listen storey about what would betide her she was ever captured by steppe tribe, and what horrors to await. Her head still felt light from the daze. She might only be xviii, but she was a priestess ; a junior priestess, but a priestess of the goddess of chastity and purity, Astraea. beingness captured by the steppe people was a disaster. 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 undecided, for all to see ! The view had been more than Iona could handle.

This tent felt different from the others, however. For one matter, it was much prominent, massive ; large enough to have over a hundred people. It was easily as impressive as the finery she had been used to in her temple, if not more so. The ok silk cushions and blankets were casually strewn around, diffuse and voluptuous pelts of exotic animals 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 foray and drubbing, but it still conveyed a signified of grandeur.

She tried to stave off being noticed by any of the men in the tent. She kept her optic 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 cushion. The smell of lather, sawhorse and leather engulfed her. No matter what else was here, it could not hold her replete 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 head taller than the biggest man here. Clad in the Lapp pelt and leathers as the rest, she had a slender muscular structure that was both clearly strong and doubtless feminine. The brand that she had by her side was easily the largest that Iona had seen, larger than Iona herself.

It was with that blade in hand that Iona had first seen the chieftain appear, smashing down the doors to her temple. It was with that sword that she had carved her way through the temple guard, slashing and dancing through them like they were scarecrows. Most times she had not even met the safeguard'spears and swords before the brand sliced through them.The fierceness and grace that Iona had seen from the black-haired woman had been awe-inspiring. Even now, it was hard for Iona not to stare at her. She contented herself with surreptitious glances.

The chieftain herself looked over the men with a Stern gaze that bordered on angriness, even as she lounged. There were plenty of discourse in a nomenclature Iona did not understand, but the statuesque woman would only say one or two words, letting the men argue amongst themselves. Every so often she would glint at Iona, catching her staring. At those fourth dimension Iona jumped, looked down and swore to herself that she would not look any Thomas More. And each meter Iona 's eye would be dragged back to the darker-haired woman a few min later.

"You, girl !"

The barked words, in Iona 's own language, startled her. It was the captain, looking straight at her and indicating towards her. Timidly, Iona raised her head and met her eyes as Charles Herbert Best she could.

"Do you have it away Cordava ? Lie, and we will hire your tongue, eyes and ears, and wash the injury with salt, wine and vinegar."

Iona felt a wash of fear at how casually she was threatened. The stiff smell she got from the captain made her sure that she meant it. A cold pit in her tum formed, and she did not dare to lie.

"Yes, my noblewoman. I visited there often, as function of my duties at the temple."

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

"You will address me as Chief Helga, not noblewoman. That disrespect will garner you five ten-strike of the eyelash tomorrow morning time. adjacent prison term it will be ten."With that, she returned to consulting with her men.

Iona felt stung, chastised and afraid. She had never received a whipping before. She knew her biography in the tabernacle 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 penalty now ? A liveliness where she was to be lashed simply for saying the incorrect password ? I am a educatee of the divine, how could this be happening to me ? she wailed inwardly.

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

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

collar made Iona move slowly as she stood.

"I said move !"barked the headman. Striding forwards, she grabbed Iona by the fuzz on the back of her drumhead, more forcefully than painfully, and directed her out of the dim tent. Iona could only move to keep up, standing and shuffling bent over as the chieftain threw her out into the glaring cheerfulness. Iona stumbled forwards, but caught herself from falling over, and kept walking swiftly to avoid any further approach. She tried to quieten her beating heart by straightening her white apparel, edged with the gold leaves of her order. Some of the men chuckled as she left. Iona tried to find some lordliness as she walked. She took as steadying a hint as she could.

Helga directed her to a tent, smaller than the meeting tent, but still expectant than all the rest Iona had seen in the camping area. As with the finish, this one was lined with silk and luscious pelt. A servant was polishing an expensive-looking wooden folding table, her body hunched over and trying not to draw attention to herself.

"Leave us,"Helga commanded sharply.

With a bow, the servant hurriedly gathering her matter with agile but quiet movements and left hand.

"Kneel there."Helga directed her to a particularly declamatory pile of fur. Still feeling changeable, Iona sank into them nervously.

"Tomorrow you will secern us about Cordava. The more than information we have, the more of the townsfolk we will spare."She started unbuckling her armour and discarding her clothes, strap 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 misapprehension, those people can not hold against us. With your help, no one need drop off their life."

Iona 's eye widened as the chief pulled off her chest armour, exposing the pert and hard chest underneath. Watching her put it to the side of meat mesmerized Iona, the way the muscles rippled and stretched like a jungle cat's. She tore her eyes down sharply when the chieftain turned her face towards her."Do you realise ?"

"I ... uh… I ..."intelligence fled from Iona 's oral cavity. She felt heat come to her face as the captain stepped towards her directly. Iona fought to snub the knockout center. She was acutely cognisant of the breasts in social movement of her as she looked towards the base."Yes, yes, I understand."There was a muteness that Iona could feel, before she remembered."Yes, Chief 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 motility. She watched the headman's back ripple as she grabbed a washbasin. She had never seen a cleaning lady with shoulders like hers, so inviolable and round, yet womanly. As the chieftain washed, Iona was transfixed with the weewee flowing over her skin as she lifted her arm this way and that to houseclean herself. Her back looks so strong ! Iona felt her pulse quicken slightly. Her eye dropped low-down, and as the dark-haired char started drying herself off, she turned and Iona could see her titty again. They were n't as big as her own, or as bombastic. But they look like they would be so piano to tinct. Iona was n't sure where that thought had come from, but once it was inside her it was hard to cerebrate of anything else. The relief of the chieftain 's body had a inclemency to it that Iona had n't known a womanhood 's body could have, yet the skin looked so smooth. As she watched, Iona felt herself getting warmer, and a quick prickling gathered in her womanhood.

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

The questions snapped Iona from her reflexion."My family were killed by brigand, headman Helga. nigh of my friends left for the army or the temple. The only family I have left is in a settlement South of Cordava."

Ungrateful little terror ! You need to study to do what you are told ! Iona banished the retention 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 Christian Bible tomorrow may save their lives, and the lives of yard of others."She hung the break cloth over a chair."My tribesmen will belt down three men for any one they lose after they take the urban center. Remember that."

With that, Helga slumped on a pile of cushions and furs face-to-face Iona. A swath of leather still held a knife by her slope, but other than that she was naked, and looking straight at Iona. Her knees were splayed out lazily, and her bosom flopped to either side. From her angle on the floor Iona could see straight between the dark-haired charwoman 's legs, to the easygoing tomentum on top of her kitty. Everything about her said she was exhausted from the heat. When she looked down at Iona, however, there was a hunger in her iniquity eyes.

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

Iona felt a sense of savvy grow in her, but did n't dare argue. She shuffled on her human knee in front of the chief, smoothing her dress down her thighs. Helga curled herself upwards, bring her expression conclusion to the kneeling womanhood. Iona could sense her hair, leather and whatever sweat had n't been washed off, this finish to her.

"Have you ever pleasured a man before ?"The interrogative was head, and to the point. Iona shook her head slowly, and tried not to let her reverence display. The tribal chief nodded, as if to herself."What of a woman ? Were there any… peculiar friendships at your temple ?"

The question confused Iona. She did n't see what a special friendly relationship was. How could… ? Her face must have shown her confusion, because the chieftain did n't waitress for her resolution. Instead she just leaned in, placed a manus on the back of her head. and kissed her mouth.

The shock of the early char's hot sass sent flak through Iona. Her backtalk parted, and she felt a flaccid, exploring spit slip through, retreating away from her mouth before she could react. Her mind panicked, somehow feeling like she was going to get in trouble, but also unable to think. When the chieftain pulled away, she gripped Iona 's hair, tilting her head upwards, and ran her fingers lightly over her grimace and neck opening. Iona felt her hide shiver where the womanhood '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 back talk."Like my fingerbreadth, now."

Iona's heart was pounding in her chest. She felt her lips move as she kissed the finger dancing over her sassing. Helga gave a low chortle, and heat rushed to Iona 's face.

"Good young lady,"she said. And with that, she trailed her manus away from Iona's nerve and onto her shoulder, pushing the dress part-way off to expose her chest. Nails trailed down her skin, and then bridge player were massaging her tender physical body. Iona felt exposed and vulnerable, but could n't muster the bravery to say anything. After a blue-blooded squeeze play, Iona felt a gasp outflow her mouth. The warm tingle grew between her legs. Another osculation landed on her lips, this clip slower and deeper. fervor swept through her as she sank into it. She realized she was kissing back, but could n't explicate why.

Finally pulling away, the chieftain pulled Iona by her hair towards her inner second joint."There. You are going to keep kissing there, and all around my pussy. Look me in the eyes whilst you pleasure me, fille. You have a moderately face, and I want to see it as I make you mine."

Iona hang to her task, keeping her eyes on her captor as she had been told. From here the look of leather and horses coalesce with the smell of the woman's hair, and as she ran her lips over the tribal chief 's second joint and inguen she could try out it all, mixed with the salt of her lather. She paid aid to how the taller woman reacted to her kisses. Just to the left of the kitty there was a particular position that she gasped at whenever Iona licked and kissed it, and Helga would force her nerve voiceless onto her when she did. Iona found herself spending Sir Thomas More clock time there, wanting the potent cleaning lady to snaffle her and force her aspect down. The chieftain 's optic stared down at her with that hungry look, and Iona felt her face flush as she was filled with a admixture of humiliation and desire.

"I 'm going to ready you mine,"Helga whispered. Her voice was breathier than before."dungeon me satisfied, priestess, and I 'll preserve you by my English. I 'll keep you safe."She moaned as Iona sucked at her cunt."Be mine, and I will keep you as a pet. But you must be loyal to me, like a good pet would. Even in your heart. Do you want that, priestess ?"

Iona hesitated, feeling a wave of mortification run through her. trench inside her, she felt a inspiration in her body, one she did n't want to recall 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 crush of disgrace as she realized how fasting her mettle raced at the thought of being kept by this woman. She nodded to the warrior.

"Then say the run-in, my pet."

"I want to be yours, Chief Helga."A renewed common sense of pity came over Iona, but she did n't hesitate to say the words. You know them to be true. 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.

"reefer your tongue out, priestess."

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

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

One of the fortuity of Iona 's lingua must bear hit a very bid spot, as the headman pulled her tight into her slit, hard enough that Iona stumbled forwards onto her hands and genu. She kept licking, suckling and kissing in near desperation. The confection smell of leather and horse mixed with the aroma of her musk. Iona 's face was drenched in wetness from a mixture of where her mouth and natural language 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 increase in her own groin, but she tried not to mean of that as she followed each one of the instructions she was given.

As Iona worked, she became hypnotised with the way her darting and flicking knife made the muscular woman 's body squirm. The warmth of the strong second joint on either incline of Iona 's look 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 go. I must save my chastity. That 's all I 'm doing. The tingling in her lumbus seemed to mock her.

She heard a racket at the entranceway to the tent behind her, and realised with a shock that someone had come in. She yanked her foreland back, and scrambled back to her knees, pulling her garb to continue her white meat again. She looked over her berm to see three male warriors enter clad in their furs and leathers. She turned to reckon at Helga, who still lounged naked on her furs without any business for the men, and felt a thrill of reverence. Fury painted the chieftain 's face, and she glared down at Iona in wrath.

Faster than she could have believed, a solid hand was at her dress, pulling her up towards Helga's case."Please, please, the men ..."Iona had time to wail before a slap that shook her headland and stung her impudence.

"I do not care about the men."Another slap on her other cheek caused both sides of her fount to sting. Iona 's marrow rhythm 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 true discipline. Do you realise ?"

Iona quivered, and she nodded her head whilst trying to avoid her heart. A fist gathered her fuzz, and pulled her neck opening back to arrive at Iona look at the chieftain 's face again. Displeasure had replaced wrath, but Iona still found it knockout 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 cloth into her clenched fist. Iona felt the garb tantalize up thigh, and then up her buns and lower back, fully displaying her rear to the men. She heard herself whimper as she thought of the men 's eyes on her.

"clutch that dress there. Let them see you."

Iona felt humiliation wash over her. She could finger the eyes of the men like a physical tactual sensation on her hips. She grabbed the dress on either side of her hip in tight fist and kept it there so they could see her bare posterior. Her aspect flushed red.

The warrior woman leaned back into the fur.

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

flavour her aspect burn, Iona kept the apparel over her hip and leant forwards, kissing and licking at Helga's flaccid puss. Behind her some of the men jeered. One of them spoke out in their abrasive 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 back. Let them see it better. register yourself off for me,"the steppe woman said dispassionately.

Iona felt her face gush with high temperature once more, but she dared not reason. Bunching her dress into one helping hand so it still lay over her hip, she placed one hand down onto the carpet base, leaned forwards and arched her back as far as she could. When she looked back at Helga, there was no augury she approved. Iona moved her arse from English to side. The men all jeered at the sight. She looked up at the warrior adult female 's grimace, hoping she was pleased now. Helga 's expression was still surd and tooshie, but a humble, satisfied smirk was fighting through. It sent a small thrill through Iona.

"cover to work, priestess."

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

The tribal chief brought the men 's attention back to her. It was clean-cut that they had seen her receiving this intervention before, and whilst they all leered at Iona, they still spoke with deference and respect to the warrior cleaning lady, even in her pleasure. Still breathing heavily, and writhing under Iona 's tongue, the chief 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 make a motion the attire down over her hips.

"I did not say to let the garb descent,"came the sharp voice of the chieftain. Iona froze, and brought the apparel 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 fork, and spoke through the wetness on her lips and cheeks."No ..."

"I did not enjoin you to intercept !"

Fear stabbed through Iona. She hurriedly buried her font again, and kept her tongue and lips moving onto the sensitive surface area.

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

Panic filled Iona, as she wanted to answer, but was afraid to stop what her mouth was doing. With her lip on Helga 's mound, she tried to say as clearly as potential,"Mno."It came out muffled, and Iona worried that she would not have been understood.

"I did not think so. If you do not take bailiwick, I will give you tied to a C. W. Post naked, with zilch but your welts to keep you fellowship. I will let the men of my kin use your consistence to pleasure themselves for as long as the Sun Myung Moon and the sun are in the sky. There are several thousand men, and any one of them would use you. At their worst, I have seen my men give a woman to their horses, just for their entertainment. Is that what you want, priestess ?"

Her fondness metre rose in her again. Astraea forgive me, I need to save my virtue. I can not be sent to those men ! Being careful to keep her oral cavity and lips on the warrior woman's mound, she gave her stifle response as clearly as she could."Mno, mleafe !"

A hand stroked her point."Good girl. Let 's hope you can read discipline."Cords stuck out on the captain's neck, as she took a steadying breath."You have an incredibly Henry Sweet mouth."

superbia burned in Iona at the compliment, although she tried to inhibit it. She started bobbing her header to get more motion into her glossa front. It 's just to survive. I do n't require to go to the men ! It 's just to avoid 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 sweet mouth. She tried to not call up about how erotic she felt whilst enjoying this. The tingling in her womanhood had spread to her entire body.

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

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

A wide smile broke over Helga's look."As you wish. sustain the dress over your rear."

"Enter !"the tribal chief barked.

A noise at the tent pother behind her told of men entering. Her face burned, and her hips and ass felt exposed and vulnerable, but she had learnt from last time. This was a mental test. She kept her sass at her task, and stared devotedly at the steppe woman.

"Chief Helga, we would wish to introduce ourselves. I am the mayor of Cordava, and with me are…"That was as far as the new comer got. The raft before them took the parole out of their oral cavity. Iona realized they must have 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 news report of our maraud, yes ? That 's how long it took to make her my pet. A day."Iona felt dishonour tan through her. She did n't know if it was really the mayor. This could still be a psychometric test. She kept at her work.

"And I know who you are. You 're the people who said that half your city 's riches was too outrageous a price to pay for ataraxis 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 side, but well out of arm's reach. He could see her face clearly, and what she was doing. Making sure as shooting her spit was still working on the woman 's twat, she risked a look at who it was.

Glaring down at her with eyes burning with righteous authority was the high non-Christian priest of Cordava. He had a perpetually stern aspect on his facial expression and his greying bushy eyebrows and beard bristled as he recognized her. Iona felt herself turn back, and ripped her center away to take care at Helga again. She refused to look at the high gear non-Christian priest again.

"You are here to argue more favorable full term for peace, is that right ? By all way, go ahead. You have…"The steppe womanhood made a noise as if deciding an amount."…some of my attending. Let 's say half."Her hand was stroking at the dorsum of Iona's psyche. Shame burned through Iona, but she kept her rima oris working.

"We had theme that you had ransacked the holy tabernacle of Astraea yesterday,"the high non-Christian 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 coup d'oeil on the back of her head. She ignored him ; all that mattered was Helga. She heard the answer 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 woman 's suddenly wolflike smile."You could take in put that robe on any whore, after you took it from a priestess."

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

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

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

Humiliation washed through Iona, but she kept her attention on the steppe adult female. Getting angry now will only get me killed - and maybe the residuum of Cordava too. She kept at her body of work silently. For some reason the tent suddenly filled with tension, and no one moved except Iona, determined in her work of pleasuring her chieftain.

"She 's not your priestess anymore. She 's my pet."The chieftain brought herself up onto her articulatio cubiti."A pet pleasuring me is worth ten of your priestesses to my kin group. I am giving you one chance, one, because I am generous and this gratifying back talk is pleasing. commit me tribute, half the riches of your urban center. Or I will defeat your men, and make your women for me and my men. Your daughters and married woman will share this priestess's fate. It will take less than a day after you die for them to be my dearie. Do you have sons ? The prettiest will go to my men. The rest will die."She looked back at the older man."Send me testimonial, and we will leave. Defy us, and we will force what is left of you to submit."

Iona heard murmurs of assent, but the words that came from the heights priest were defiant."You will get nothing from us. You can keep your fancy woman, we will not submit. We will go to the gods untainted ! We are ready to die rather than see you irreverent wildcat profit."

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

Iona paused, and half turned to see the effect this offer had made. The old man had enough metre to start repeating himself, before all three men behind him grabbed and yanked him screaming out of the collapsible shelter.

"police van will be here in a week, chieftain,"one shouted.

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

As the men stumbled out in a Benjamin Rush, Iona could discover haphazardness of dissent from the senior high priest. She heard them leave the tent, a flash cry, and then silence. She felt a fit of commiseration for the old man. He had never been a smart man, only tawdry and stubborn.

A unassailable, sylphlike hand tilted her chin up. She let her tongue do away from Helga's pussy.

"As for you…"the chieftain drawled, and slid two fingerbreadth 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 lip, and forced her oral fissure open spacious, wider, until her jaw hurt."We 're going to get serious now. ”