Taken By Lesbian Warlord

Chapter 1

Iona sat in the recession of the matt-up collapsible shelter, trying to be as calm down and inconspicuous as possible. The men of the steppe, clad in their supple leathers and gilded pelt, had sternly and forcefully directed her to stay sat, and stay silent. She 'd pick up storey about what would betide her she was ever captured by steppe kinship group, and what revulsion to expect. Her head still felt luminousness from the seismic disturbance. She might only be XVIII, but she was a priestess ; a junior priestess, but a priestess of the goddess of celibacy and purity, Astraea. Being captured by the steppe people was a disaster. I 've heard what they do to the men and woman 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 spate had been more than Iona could handle.

This tent felt different from the others, however. For one affair, it was much orotund, massive ; large enough to take for over a c people. It was easily as telling as the finery she had been used to in her temple, if not more so. The finest silk shock and blankets were casually straw around, gentle and sumptuous 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 raids and whipping, but it still conveyed a sense of grandeur.

She tried to deflect being noticed by any of the men in the tent. She kept her centre looking down, only glancing at them from the niche of her eye. It was out of the question to ignore them, towering over her as they did even whilst lounging on their cushions. The smell of sweat, knight and leather engulfed her. No matter what else was here, it could not guard her full attention for long, however. That returned inevitably to the cleaning woman reclining paired her.

The tribal chief towered over the men as they towered over Iona ; she was at least a school principal taller than the biggest man here. Clad in the same furs and leathers as the rest, she had a slender muscular structure that was both clearly strong and doubtless feminine. The sword that she had by her English was easily the magnanimous that Iona had seen, tumid than Iona herself.

It was with that sword in hand that Iona had first seen the headman appear, smashing down the door to her tabernacle. It was with that brand that she had carved her way through the temple guard, slashing and dancing through them like they were strawman. near times she had not even met the guard'spears and swords before the brand sliced through them.The ferocity and thanksgiving that Iona had seen from the dark-haired woman had been awe-inspiring. Even now, it was operose for Iona not to stare at her. She contented herself with surreptitious glances.

The captain herself looked over the men with a posterior gaze that bordered on anger, even as she lounged. There were mickle of discourse in a language Iona did not understand, but the statuesque cleaning 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 fourth dimension Iona jumped, looked down and swore to herself that she would not look any more. And each time Iona 's eye would be dragged back to the darker-haired fair sex a few minutes later.

"You, girl !"

The barked run-in, in Iona 's own language, startled her. It was the chieftain, looking straightaway at her and indicating towards her. Timidly, Iona raised her oral sex and met her eyes as outflank she could.

"Do you cognise Cordava ? Lie, and we will take your tongue, eyes and ears, and wash the wound with Strategic Arms Limitation Talks, wine-coloured and vinegar."

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

"Yes, my lady. I visited there often, as division of my responsibility at the temple."

Some of the men hooted and jeered at Iona 's word, but the chieftain just gave a slight nod, and cast about important glances. Eventually she glanced back at Iona with that bum feel on her face.

"You will deal me as tribal chief Helga, not Lady. That discourtesy will earn you five strikes of the eyelash tomorrow dawn. adjacent time 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 history in the temple had been pampered and cared for. She had always been thankful, 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 divine, how could this be happening to me ? she wailed inwardly.

She was shaken from her thinking as the men stood, and the chieftain brought herself up leisurely. She barked a finish set of instruction manual to the men, and then motioned to Iona.

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

pinch 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 capitulum, more forcefully than painfully, and directed her out of the dim collapsible shelter. Iona could only incite to proceed up, standing and shuffling set 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 deflect any further attacks. She tried to calm her beating pump by straightening her White dress, edged with the gold leaves of her order. Some of the men chuckled as she left. Iona tried to retrieve some self-worth as she walked. She took as steadying a breathing place as she could.

Helga directed her to a tent, smaller than the meeting tent, but still larger than all the residue Iona had seen in the camping site. As with the end, this one was lined with silks and luscious pelt. A servant was polishing an expensive-looking wooden folding table, her consistence hunched over and trying not to draw aid to herself.

"leave us,"Helga commanded sharply.

With a bow, the handmaid hurriedly gathering her things with quick but quiet social movement and left.

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

"Tomorrow you will tell us about Cordava. The more information we have, the more of the townspeople we will spare."She started unbuckling her armor and discarding her clothes, straps of leather falling to the storey. 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 moderate against us. With your help, no one need suffer their life."

Iona 's centre widened as the headman pulled off her chest armour, exposing the pert and hard breast underneath. Watching her put it to the side of meat mesmerized Iona, the way the muscleman rippled and stretched like a hobo camp cat's. She tore her oculus down sharply when the chieftain turned her face towards her."Do you understand ?"

"I ... uh… I ..."words fled from Iona 's mouth. She felt heat seminal fluid to her face as the chieftain stepped towards her directly. Iona fought to ignore the hard centre. She was acutely aware of the chest in front end of her as she looked towards the level."Yes, yes, I understand."There was a silence that Iona could find, before she remembered."Yes, Chief Helga."

She felt more than saw Helga nodding."Good."With that she moved past Iona. Able again to calculate at her, Iona continued watching her movement. She watched the chieftain's back ripple as she grabbed a washbasin. She had never seen a charwoman with berm like hers, so potent and daily round, yet womanly. As the chieftain washed, Iona was transfixed with the body of water flowing over her hide as she lifted her arm this way and that to clean herself. Her hind looks so strong ! Iona felt her instant quicken slightly. Her eyes dropped lower, and as the dark-haired woman started drying herself off, she turned and Iona could see her breasts again. They were n't as labored as her own, or as heavy. But they look like they would be so voiced to bear on. Iona was n't certain where that thought had come from, but once it was inside her it was punishing to think of anything else. The rest of the headman 's body had a hardness to it that Iona had n't known a woman 's organic structure could have, yet the skin looked so polish. As she watched, Iona felt herself getting warmer, and a lovesome tingling gathered in her womanhood.

"Do you have the great unwashed to worry about in Cordava, young woman ? Any syndicate ?"

The interrogation snapped Iona from her musings."My family were killed by bandits, tribal chief Helga. Most of my friends left for the army or the temples. The only family I have left is in a hamlet Confederate States of America of Cordava."

Ungrateful holy terror ! You need to teach to do what you are say ! 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 words tomorrow may save their life history, and the lives of chiliad of others."She hung the damp material over a chair."My tribesmen will pop three men for any one they lose after they take the city. Remember that."

With that, Helga slumped on a mass of cushion and furs face-to-face Iona. A belt of leather still held a knife by her side, but early than that she was naked, and looking straight at Iona. Her stifle were splayed out lazily, and her chest flopped to either side of meat. From her slant on the storey Iona could see straight between the dark-haired woman 's legs, to the lenient hair's-breadth on top of her pussy. Everything about her said she was exhausted from the passion. When she looked down at Iona, however, there was a hungriness in her coloured eyes.

"semen closer, young lady. land yourself here, and kneel in front of me."

Iona felt a mother wit of apprehension grow in her, but did n't dare argue. She shuffled on her genu in social movement of the chieftain, smoothing her garb down her thigh. Helga curled herself upwards, bring her look closing to the kneeling woman. Iona could sense her hair, leather and whatever exertion had n't been washed off, this closing curtain to her.

"Have you ever pleasured a man before ?"The interrogation was address, and to the point. Iona shook her head slowly, and tried not to let her revere show. The chieftain nodded, as if to herself."What of a char ? Were there any… special friendships at your tabernacle ?"

The inquiry confused Iona. She did n't understand what a special friendship was. How could… ? Her brass must stimulate shown her confusion, because the headman did n't wait for her solvent. Instead she just leaned in, placed a hand on the spine of her head. and kissed her back talk.

The cushion of the former adult female's hot backtalk sent fire through Iona. Her brim parted, and she felt a soft, exploring tongue faux pas through, retreating away from her mouth before she could react. Her mind panicked, somehow feeling like she was going to get in worry, 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 face and neck. Iona felt her skin tingle where the woman 's fingers trailed.

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

Iona's heart was pounding in her chest. She felt her back talk move as she kissed the finger's breadth dancing over her backtalk. Helga gave a low chortle, and high temperature rushed to Iona 's typeface.

"Good girl,"she said. And with that, she trailed her hand away from Iona's face and onto her shoulder, pushing the dress part-way off to expose her breast. Nails trailed down her skin, and then work force were massaging her tender form. Iona felt exposed and vulnerable, but could n't muster the courage to say anything. After a gentle squeeze, Iona felt a gasp escape her back talk. The warm tingles grew between her peg. Another kiss landed on her sass, this clock time slower and rich. flaming swept through her as she sank into it. She realized she was kissing back, but could n't explain why.

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

Iona knack to her job, keeping her eyes on her captor as she had been told. From here the olfactory property of leather and horse mixed with the smell of the woman's hair's-breadth, and as she ran her lips over the chief 's thigh and groin she could taste it all, mixed with the common salt of her lather. She paid attention to how the taller woman reacted to her kiss. Just to the leftfield of the pussy there was a particular spot that she gasped at whenever Iona licked and kissed it, and Helga would force her face concentrated onto her when she did. Iona found herself spending more time there, wanting the strong cleaning woman to grab her and force play her aspect down. The chieftain 's optic stared down at her with that athirst looking at, and Iona felt her nerve thrill as she was filled with a mixed bag of abasement and desire.

"I 'm going to shit you mine,"Helga whispered. Her vocalism was breathier than before."living me satisfied, priestess, and I 'll keep you by my incline. 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 nitty-gritty. Do you want that, priestess ?"

Iona hesitated, feeling a wave of humiliation run through her. trench inside her, she felt a inspiration in her body, one she did n't require to retrieve too voiceless about. I 'll only do it to protect my celibacy. That 's all. It sounded like a lie, even in her head. She felt another jam of shame as she realized how fast her bosom raced at the thought of being kept by this woman. She nodded to the warrior.

"Then say the Christian Bible, my pet."

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

"reefer your clapper out, priestess."

Timidly, Iona did as she was told, letting her tongue protrude further and further. The hungry facial expression in the brown-haired woman intensified. Grabbing Iona 's head in both her hands, she turned the little adult female 's face directly in front of her crotch, and gently but firmly pulled her, knife first, onto the top of her pussy.

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

One of the strokes of Iona 's tongue must have hit a very ship's boat spot, as the chieftain pulled her tight into her snatch, severely enough that Iona stumbled forwards onto her hands and knees. She kept licking, suckling and kissing in nigh desperation. The cherubic odour of leather and sawhorse mixed with the smell of her musk. Iona 's facial expression was drenched in wetness from a concoction of where her mouth and clapper had been and the effort of the day. It seemed to be flowing with liquid, and Iona tried licking it all up. She felt more heating increase in her own groin, but she tried not to recall of that as she followed each one of the education she was given.

As Iona worked, she became fascinated with the way her darting and flicking spit made the muscular cleaning lady 's physical structure squirm. The warmth of the strong thighs on either incline of Iona 's nerve mixed with the oestrus of the tent. She felt a arch pridefulness grow in her at the other 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 come through. I must save my chastity. That 's all I 'm doing. The tingle in her loins seemed to mock her.

She heard a interference at the entree to the tent behind her, and realised with a shock that someone had come in. She yanked her head back, and scrambled back to her human knee, pulling her dress to handle her breasts again. She looked over her shoulder to see three virile warriors enter clad in their furs and leathers. She turned to look at Helga, who still lounged naked on her fur without any care for the men, and felt a thrill of fear. furiousness painted the chieftain 's face, and she glared down at Iona in wrath.

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

"I do not care about the men."Another slap on her early cheek caused both sides of her face to sting. Iona 's affection musical rhythm faster than a horse 's."You do not care about the men. If you stop before I tell you to, I will beat out you until you have learnt reliable discipline. Do you understand ?"

Iona quivered, and she nodded her head whilst trying to avoid her eyes. A fist gathered her hair, and pulled her cervix back to produce Iona look at the headman 's face again. Displeasure had replaced ira, 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 dress, bunching the fabric into her clenched fist. Iona felt the frock ride up thighs, and then up her buttocks and lower back, fully displaying her stern to the men. She heard herself whimper as she thought of the men 's eye on her.

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

Iona felt humiliation laundry over her. She could find the center of the men like a physical cutaneous senses on her pelvic girdle. She grabbed the wearing apparel on either incline of her hips in tight fist and kept it there so they could see her bare rear end. Her face flushed red.

The warrior womanhood leaned back into the fur.

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

flavor her nerve burn, Iona kept the dress over her pelvic girdle and leant forwards, kissing and licking at Helga's soft pussy. Behind her some of the men jeered. One of them spoke out in their coarse 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 upright. Show yourself off for me,"the steppe adult female said dispassionately.

Iona felt her human face flush with rut once more, but she dared not indicate. Bunching her garb into one hand so it still lay over her hips, 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 sign she approved. Iona moved her behind from side to side. The men all jeered at the passel. She looked up at the warrior womanhood 's face, hoping she was pleased now. Helga 's saying was still grueling and posterior, but a small, satisfied smirk was fighting through. It sent a small frisson through Iona.

"back to process, priestess."

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

The chieftain brought the men 's aid back to her. It was clear that they had seen her receiving this treatment before, and whilst they all leered at Iona, they still spoke with deference and respect to the warrior woman, even in her joy. Still breathing heavily, and writhing under Iona 's tongue, the tribal chief heard the men, and then spoke a few more actor's line of their words. Iona heard them leave the tent shortly after.

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

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

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

Pausing, she drew herself away from the woman 's crotch, and spoke through the wetness on her rim and boldness."No ..."

"I did not recount you to stop !"

reverence stabbed through Iona. She hurriedly buried her aspect again, and kept her knife and lips moving onto the sensitive region.

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

Panic filled Iona, as she wanted to resolve, but was afraid to stop what her sass 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 understand.

"I did not think so. If you do not learn field, I will have you tied to a post naked, with nothing but your welts to stay fresh you company. I will let the men of my kinship group use your body to pleasure themselves for as long as the moon and the sun are in the sky. There are several thousand men, and any one of them would use you. At their spoilt, I have seen my men give a cleaning lady to their buck, just for their amusement. Is that what you want, priestess ?"

Her heart musical rhythm rose in her again. Astraea forgive me, I need to keep my sexual morality. I can not be sent to those men ! Being careful to keep on her rima oris and lips on the warrior char's cumulation, she gave her muffled response as clearly as she could."Mno, mleafe !"

A hand stroked her head."Good female child. Let 's Bob Hope you can get word discipline."Cords stuck out on the chieftain's neck, as she took a stabilize breathing time."You have an incredibly sweet mouth."

Pride burned in Iona at the compliment, although she tried to inhibit it. She started bobbing her oral sex to get more motion into her clapper movements. It 's just to survive. I do n't want to go to the men ! It 's just to avoid that. She repeated that to herself like a mantra. She tried not to think about about how pleased she was to be told she had a afters back talk. She tried to not imagine about how erotic she felt whilst enjoying this. The tingling in her womanhood had scatter to her entire body.

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

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

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

"Enter !"the chief barked.

A racket at the tent flap behind her told of men entering. Her font burned, and her coxa and ass felt exposed and vulnerable, but she had learnt from last clip. This was a test. She kept her mouth at her task, and stared devotedly at the steppe woman.

"Chief Helga, we would like to gift ourselves. I am the mayor of Cordava, and with me are…"That was as far as the new arrivals got. The sight before them took the words out of their back talk. Iona realized they must suffer recognized her dress.

"Do you wish my new pet ? I picked her up in a temple a day 's ride from here,"the steppe cleaning woman said lazily."You received composition of our raid, yes ? That 's how longsighted it took to make her my pet. A day."Iona felt shame burn through her. She did n't know if it was really the city manager. This could still be a trial. She kept at her work.

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

Slowly, the men walked closer towards the two women. Iona could feel them at her vertebral column. One of them stood by her side, but well out of arm's reaching. He could see her case clearly, and what she was doing. Making sure as shooting her tongue was still working on the woman 's pussy, she risked a look at who it was.

Glaring down at her with eye burning with righteous self-confidence was the high priest of Cordava. He had a perpetually stern feel on his face and his greying bushy eyebrow and beard bristled as he recognized her. Iona felt herself end, and ripped her eyes away to look at Helga again. She refused to search at the gamy priest again.

"You are here to argue more favourable terminus for pacification, is that right ? By all means, go ahead. You have…"The steppe woman made a noise as if deciding an amount."…some of my aid. Let 's say half."Her hand was stroking at the spinal column of Iona's forefront. disgrace burned through Iona, but she kept her mouth working.

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

"William Tell me, what is Astraea goddess of ?"Iona felt the stony glance on the dorsum of her nous. She ignored him ; all that mattered was Helga. She heard the answer though, and tried not to let it jab into her."Astraea is the goddess of purity and chastity."The old man snorted contemptuously at the warrior womanhood 's suddenly wolfish smile."You could deliver put that gown on any tart, after you took it from a priestess."

That wolflike 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 retrieve her. They had only met a few times, and each clip they had both been busy.

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

Humiliation washed through Iona, but she kept her aid on the steppe woman. Getting furious now will only get me killed - and maybe the balance of Cordava too. She kept at her work silently. For some intellect 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 elbow joint."A pet pleasuring me is worth ten of your priestesses to my federation of tribes. I am giving you one chance, one, because I am generous and this sweet rima oris is pleasing. Send me tribute, half the wealth of your urban center. Or I will obliterate your men, and strike your cleaning woman for me and my men. Your girl and married woman will plowshare this priestess's fate. It will take LE than a day after you die for them to be my deary. Do you suffer sons ? The prettiest will go to my men. The rest will die."She looked back at the older man."Send me protection, and we will go out. Defy us, and we will wedge what is left of you to submit."

Iona heard mussitation of assent, but the word of honor that came from the luxuriously priest were defiant."You will have nothing from us. You can celebrate your working girl, we will not accede. We will go to the graven image unsullied ! We are quick to die rather than see you irreverent savage profit."

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

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

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

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

As the men stumbled out in a spate, Iona could hear noises of protest from the mellow non-Christian priest. She heard them leave the tent, a flash cry, and then silence. She felt a burst of ruth for the old man. He had never been a smart man, only flash and stubborn.

A strong, slight hand tilted her chin up. She let her tongue total away from Helga's snatch.

"As for you…"the captain drawled, and slid two fingers into her oral fissure whilst she looked at Iona fervently. She sucked them lightly, and they came out of her mouth wet. She pushed them past Iona 's lips, and forced her mouth open encompassing, wider, until her jaw detriment."We 're going to get serious now. ”