Taken By sapphic Warlord

Chapter 1

Iona sat in the recession of the mat 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 get word narrative about what would befall her she was ever captured by steppe tribe, and what horror to carry. Her head still felt unhorse from the stupor. She might only be eighteen, but she was a priestess ; a Jr priestess, but a priestess of the goddess of chastity and pureness, Astraea. existence captured by the steppe people was a catastrophe. 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 thankful. But she had already seen women and men ravished. Out in the loose, for all to see ! The ken had been more than Iona could handle.

This tent felt different from the others, however. For one thing, it was much larger, massive ; magnanimous enough to support 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 finest silk shock and blankets were casually straw around, subdued and luxurious pelts of alien animate being 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 whipping, but it still conveyed a mother wit of grandeur.

She tried to stave off being noticed by any of the men in the tent. She kept her eyes looking down, only glancing at them from the street corner of her eye. It was unacceptable to ignore them, towering over her as they did even whilst lounging on their cushion. The smell of swither, horse and leather engulfed her. No matter what else was here, it could not hold her to the full attention 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 headspring taller than the swelled 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 slope was easily the largest that Iona had seen, tumid than Iona herself.

It was with that steel in paw that Iona had first seen the chieftain appear, smashing down the door to her temple. It was with that sword that she had carved her way through the synagogue safeguard, slashing and dancing through them like they were scarecrows. Most times she had not even met the guards'spears and steel before the blade sliced through them.The ferocity and grace that Iona had seen from the dark-haired woman had been awe-inspiring. Even now, it was hard for Iona not to stare at her. She contented herself with undercover glances.

The chieftain herself looked over the men with a stern gaze that bordered on anger, even as she lounged. There were mountain of word in a linguistic process Iona did not realize, but the statuesque woman would only say one or two Christian Bible, letting the men argue amongst themselves. Every so often she would glance at Iona, catching her staring. At those times Iona jumped, looked down and swore to herself that she would not look any Thomas More. And each sentence Iona 's eye would be dragged back to the darker-haired cleaning lady a few minutes later.

"You, girl !"

The barked parole, in Iona 's own language, startled her. It was the chieftain, looking straight at her and indicating towards her. Timidly, Iona raised her head and met her eyes as estimable she could.

"Do you bed Cordava ? Lie, and we will take your lingua, eyes and auricle, and wash the wounds with salt, wine and vinegar."

Iona felt a race of fright at how casually she was threatened. The steady aspect she got from the chieftain made her certain that she meant it. A cold pit in her belly formed, and she did not presume to lie.

"Yes, my lady. 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 slight nod, and cast about significant glimpse. Eventually she glanced back at Iona with that stern look on her face.

"You will address me as boss Helga, not Lady. That disrespect will earn you five strikes of the cilium tomorrow dayspring. side by side sentence 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 story in the synagogue 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 animation where she was to be lashed simply for saying the wrong give-and-take ? I am a student of the Divine, how could this be happening to me ? she wailed inwardly.

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

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

collar made Iona move slowly as she stood.

"I said move !"barked the chieftain. 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 hold open up, standing and shuffling bent over as the headman threw her out into the glaring sunshine. Iona stumbled forwards, but caught herself from falling over, and kept walking swiftly to void any further blast. She tried to sedate her beating heart by straightening her white dress, edged with the Au 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 intimation as she could.

Helga directed her to a tent, minor than the meeting tent, but still larger than all the rest Iona had seen in the encampment. As with the lowest, this one was lined with silks and voluptuous pelt. A servant was polishing an expensive-looking wooden protein folding tabular array, 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 things with quick but silence movements and left.

"kneeling there."Helga directed her to a particularly boastfully voltaic pile of furs. Still feeling unsure, 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 armor and discarding her apparel, 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 mass can not hold against us. With your assistant, no one need lose their life."

Iona 's heart widened as the chieftain pulled off her chest armour, exposing the pert and unvoiced titty underneath. Watching her put it to the slope mesmerized Iona, the way the muscles rippled and stretched like a hobo camp cat's. She tore her eyes down sharply when the chieftain turned her face towards her."Do you understand ?"

"I ... uh… I ..."tidings fled from Iona 's oral cavity. She felt heat seed to her face as the chieftain stepped towards her directly. Iona fought to neglect the concentrated eye. She was acutely cognisant of the breasts in front of her as she looked towards the level."Yes, yes, I understand."There was a silence that Iona could feel, before she remembered."Yes, headman 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 movement. She watched the chief's back wavelet as she grabbed a washbowl. She had never seen a woman with shoulder joint like hers, so stiff and round, yet womanly. As the chieftain washed, Iona was transfixed with the water flowing over her skin as she lifted her arm this way and that to clean herself. Her punt flavour so strong ! Iona felt her heartbeat quicken slightly. Her oculus dropped lower, and as the dark-haired womanhood started drying herself off, she turned and Iona could see her tit again. They were n't as weighty as her own, or as with child. But they look like they would be so cushy to touch. Iona was n't certainly where that thought had come from, but once it was inside her it was toilsome to think of anything else. The rest of the chieftain 's dead body had a unfeelingness to it that Iona had n't known a woman 's consistence could consume, yet the skin looked so legato. As she watched, Iona felt herself getting warmer, and a warm tingling gathered in her womanhood.

"Do you have the great unwashed to worry about in Cordava, girl ? Any family ?"

The enquiry snapped Iona from her musings."My family were killed by brigand, Chief Helga. Most of my Friend left for the US Army or the temples. The lonesome category I have left is in a village Dixie of Cordava."

Ungrateful bratwurst ! You need to discover to do what you are told ! Iona banished the memory board 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 lives, and the lifetime of thousands of others."She hung the dampen cloth over a president."My tribesmen will kill three men for any one they lose after they take the city. Remember that."

With that, Helga slumped on a deal of shock and pelt opposite Iona. A belt of leather still held a tongue by her side of meat, but other than that she was naked, and looking straight at Iona. Her stifle were splayed out lazily, and her titty flopped to either side of meat. From her angle on the storey Iona could see straight between the dark-haired woman 's leg, to the balmy hair on top of her pussy. Everything about her said she was exhausted from the heating system. When she looked down at Iona, however, there was a hunger in her dark eyes.

"Come closer, young lady. land yourself here, and kneel in presence of me."

Iona felt a sense of apprehension grow in her, but did n't dare argue. She shuffled on her genu in movement of the tribal chief, smoothing her apparel down her second joint. Helga curled herself upwards, bring her brass close to the kneeling woman. Iona could smell her haircloth, leather and whatever sudor had n't been washed off, this close to her.

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

The question confused Iona. She did n't understand what a exceptional friendly relationship was. How could… ? Her cheek must birth shown her confusion, because the chieftain did n't wait for her answer. Instead she just leaned in, placed a hand on the back of her headland. and kissed her lips.

The stupor of the early womanhood's hot lips sent ardour through Iona. Her lips parted, and she felt a soft, exploring tongue slip 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 headspring upwards, and ran her fingers lightly over her face and neck. Iona felt her cutis thrill where the woman 's finger trailed.

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

Iona's heart was pounding in her pectus. She felt her rim move as she kissed the finger's breadth dancing over her sass. Helga gave a low chuckle, and heat rushed to Iona 's aspect.

"trade good young lady,"she said. And with that, she trailed her paw away from Iona's boldness and onto her shoulder, pushing the garb part-way off to expose her knocker. Nails trailed down her tegument, and then manus were massaging her tender shape. Iona felt exposed and vulnerable, but could n't rally the courage to say anything. After a gentle squeeze, Iona felt a pant escape her rima oris. The strong thrill grew between her leg. Another osculation landed on her mouth, this clip dim and deep. Fire 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 intimate thigh."There. You are going to proceed kissing there, and all around my pussy. Look me in the eyes whilst you pleasure me, girl. You have a fairly face, and I want to see it as I make you mine."

Iona bent grass to her undertaking, keeping her center on her captor as she had been told. From here the look of leather and sawhorse mixed with the tone of the woman's whisker, and as she ran her lips over the headman 's second joint and inguen she could savour it all, mixed with the salinity of her swither. She paid attention to how the taller woman reacted to her buss. Just to the left of the pussy there was a particular berth that she gasped at whenever Iona licked and kissed it, and Helga would force her case hard onto her when she did. Iona found herself spending more than prison term there, wanting the stronger woman to snaffle her and personnel her face down. The chieftain 's eyes stared down at her with that athirst smell, and Iona felt her face flush as she was filled with a mixture of humiliation and desire.

"I 'm going to pass water you mine,"Helga whispered. Her vox was breathier than before."sustenance me satisfied, priestess, and I 'll keep you by my side. I 'll retain you safe."She moaned as Iona sucked at her pussy."Be mine, and I will hold on you as a pet. But you must be loyal to me, like a honorable 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 inspiration in her soundbox, one she did n't want to think too severely about. I 'll only do it to protect my chastity. That 's all. It sounded like a lie, even in her drumhead. She felt another crush of shame as she realized how profligate her middle raced at the thought of being kept by this woman. She nodded to the warrior.

"Then say the news, my pet."

"I want to be yours, Chief Helga."A renewed sense of shame came over Iona, but she did n't hesitate to say the Word. You know them to be dead on target. She ignored the shameful view, and reminded herself she was doing this to hold out. She looked up at her new head, who grinned wolfishly at her.

"Stick your clapper out, priestess."

Timidly, Iona did as she was told, letting her tongue protrude further and further. The hungry look in the dark-haired woman intensified. Grabbing Iona 's headland in both her hands, she turned the pocket-size cleaning lady 's face directly in nominal head of her crotch, and gently but firmly pulled her, tongue first, onto the top of her pussy.

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

One of the stroking of Iona 's glossa must possess hit a very legal tender bit, as the chieftain pulled her tight into her puss, hard enough that Iona stumbled forwards onto her hands and knees. She kept licking, suckling and kissing in near desperation. The dessert smell of leather and horse mixed with the odour of her musk. Iona 's cheek was drenched in wetness from a mixture of where her mouth and tongue 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 step-up in her own breakwater, but she tried not to think of that as she followed each one of the command she was given.

As Iona worked, she became fascinated with the way her darting and flicking tongue made the muscular woman 's body squirm. The heat of the strong thigh on either side of meat of Iona 's human face mixed with the heat of the tent. She felt a mischievous pride grow in her at the other char 's joy, 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 economise my sexual abstention. That 's all I 'm doing. The tingling in her pubic region seemed to mock her.

She heard a randomness at the entrance 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 knee, pulling her wearing apparel to cover up her breasts again. She looked over her berm to see three male warriors enter clad in their furs and leathers. She turned to wait at Helga, who still lounged raw on her fur without any business organization for the men, and felt a kick of fear. frenzy painted the chieftain 's look, and she glared down at Iona in wrath.

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

"I do not care about the men."Another smack on her other cheek caused both side of her face to sting. Iona 's nitty-gritty beat faster than a cavalry '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 realize ?"

Iona quivered, and she nodded her headland whilst trying to avoid her center. A fist gathered her hair, and pulled her neck opening back to make Iona looking at the chieftain 's typeface again. Displeasure had replaced wrath, but Iona still found it hard to reckon 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 framework into her fist. Iona felt the dress tantalize up second joint, and then up her buttocks and bring down back, fully displaying her rear to the men. She heard herself whimper as she thought of the men 's eyes on her.

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

Iona felt humiliation wash over her. She could feel the eyes of the men like a physical trace on her hips. She grabbed the wearing apparel on either side of her hips in tight fists and kept it there so they could see her bare backside. Her face flushed red.

The warrior adult female leaned back into the pelt.

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

touch her face burning, Iona kept the dress over her rosehip and be given forwards, kissing and licking at Helga's gentle snatch. Behind her some of the men jeered. One of them spoke out in their rough tongue, and Helga pulled Iona towards her by the hairsbreadth 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 dependable. present yourself off for me,"the steppe woman said dispassionately.

Iona felt her typeface efflorescence with heat once more, but she dared not fence. Bunching her frock into one hand so it still lay over her rosehip, she placed one hand down onto the carpeted 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 quite a little. She looked up at the warrior charwoman 's face, hoping she was pleased now. Helga 's expression was still punishing and stern, but a minor, fulfil smirk was fighting through. It sent a small thrill through Iona.

"spinal column to do work, 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 tending back to her. It was clear that they had seen her receiving this discussion before, and whilst they all leered at Iona, they still spoke with compliancy and respect to the warrior woman, even in her delight. Still breathing heavily, and writhing under Iona 's natural language, the chieftain heard the men, and then spoke a few more words of their nomenclature. Iona heard them leave the tent shortly after.

Breathing out with a sigh of relief, Iona started to move the garb down over her hips.

"I did not say to let the frock fall,"came the sharp representative of the headman. Iona froze, and brought the apparel over her coxa 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 crotch, and spoke through the wetness on her lips and cheeks."No ..."

"I did not secernate you to stop !"

care stabbed through Iona. She hurriedly buried her face again, and kept her tongue and sass moving onto the raw areas.

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

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

"I did not suppose so. If you do not learn subject field, I will have you tied to a post naked, with nothing but your welt to prevent you company. I will let the men of my tribe use your soundbox to pleasure themselves for as long as the Sun Myung Moon and the sun are in the sky. There are respective thousand men, and any one of them would use you. At their spoilt, I have seen my men apply a womanhood to their horses, just for their entertainment. Is that what you want, priestess ?"

Her philia beat rose in her again. Astraea forgive me, I need to stay fresh my chastity. I can not be sent to those men ! Being deliberate to keep open her mouth and rim on the warrior cleaning woman's mound, she gave her repress reply as clearly as she could."Mno, mleafe !"

A manus stroked her top dog."Good girl. Let 's hope you can learn discipline."electric cord stuck out on the chieftain's neck, as she took a steadying breather."You have an incredibly sweet-scented mouth."

Pride burned in Iona at the compliment, although she tried to inhibit it. She started bobbing her head to get more motion into her tongue movements. It 's just to survive. I do n't want to go to the men ! It 's just to quash 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 angelical mouth. She tried to not think about how erotic she felt whilst enjoying this. The tingle in her womanhood had spread to her entire body.

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

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

A across-the-board grin broke over Helga's human face."As you wish. preserve the frock over your rear."

"Enter !"the chieftain barked.

A interference at the tent flap behind her told of men entering. Her face burned, and her pelvic girdle and ass felt exposed and vulnerable, but she had learnt from concluding time. This was a trial run. She kept her mouth at her job, and stared devotedly at the steppe woman.

"Chief Helga, we would like to present 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 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 woman said lazily."You received reports of our raid, yes ? That 's how longsighted it took to do her my pet. A day."Iona felt dishonour burn through her. She did n't love if it was really the mayor. This could still be a test. She kept at her employment.

"And I know who you are. You 're the people who said that half your urban center 's riches was too steep a cost to pay for peace with my tribe."

Slowly, the men walked closer towards the two adult female. Iona could palpate them at her back. One of them stood by her side, but well out of arm's ambit. He could see her expression clearly, and what she was doing. Making sure her knife was still working on the woman 's cunt, she risked a look at who it was.

Glaring down at her with center burning with righteous authority was the high-pitched non-Christian priest of Cordava. He had a perpetually behind look on his face and his greying bushy brow and beard bristled as he recognized her. Iona felt herself block, and ripped her eyes away to look at Helga again. She refused to look at the high priest again.

"You are here to argue more favourable damage for peace, is that right ? By all mean value, go ahead. You have…"The steppe woman made a noise as if deciding an measure."…some of my care. Let 's say half."Her hand was stroking at the back of Iona's head. Shame burned through Iona, but she kept her mouth working.

"We had report that you had ransacked the holy temple of Astraea yesterday,"the high priest said stiffly."Even for a savage such as you, we thought there were limits 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 glance 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 fair sex 's suddenly wolfish smile."You could receive put that robe on any whore, after you took it from a priestess."

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

For a moment, he did n't answer. Iona was n't surely if he would call back her. They had only met a few clock time, and each time they had both been busy.

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

Humiliation washed through Iona, but she kept her tending on the steppe woman. Getting angry now will only get me killed - and maybe the rest of Cordava too. She kept at her work silently. For some intellect the collapsible shelter suddenly filled with latent hostility, 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 chief brought herself up onto her elbows."A pet pleasuring me is worth ten of your priestesses to my federation of tribes. I am giving you one probability, one, because I am generous and this sweet mouth is pleasing. direct me tribute, half the riches of your city. Or I will shoot down your men, and take your women for me and my men. Your girl and wives will share this priestess's fate. It will take lupus erythematosus than a day after you die for them to be my pets. Do you accept sons ? The prettiest will go to my men. The balance will die."She looked back at the one-time man."Send me tribute, and we will leave. Defy us, and we will force what is left of you to submit."

Iona heard murmurs of assent, but the wrangle that came from the high up non-Christian priest were noncompliant."You will find zippo from us. You can keep your whore, we will not put in. We will go to the gods untarnished ! We are ready to die rather than see you godless savages profit."

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

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

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

A strong, svelte hired hand tilted her chin up. She let her tongue come away from Helga's pussycat.

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