Taken By gay woman Warlord

Chapter 1

Iona sat in the corner of the finger tent, trying to be as quiet and inconspicuous as possible. The men of the steppe, clad in their supple leathers and luxurious fur, had sternly and forcefully directed her to stay sat, and stay silent. She 'd learn report about what would befall her she was ever captured by steppe tribe, and what revulsion to require. Her school principal still felt light from the jar. She might only be eighteen, but she was a priestess ; a junior priestess, but a priestess of the goddess of chastity and purity, Astraea. Being captured by the steppe people was a cataclysm. I 've heard what they do to the men and womanhood 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 open up, 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, massive ; large enough to hold over a one 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 cushions and blankets were casually strewn around, mild and luxurious pelts of exotic animal she could n't identify were everywhere. Even the wooden article of furniture looked expensive, and had been polished with beeswax until it shone. Iona had no doubt that they had gotten everything here from raids and carnage, but it still conveyed a horse sense of grandeur.

She tried to quash 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 disregard them, towering over her as they did even whilst lounging on their cushion. The smell of sweat, horse and leather engulfed her. No matter what else was here, it could not hold her 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 head taller than the large man here. Clad in the Saame fur 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 position was easily the largest that Iona had seen, larger than Iona herself.

It was with that sword in script that Iona had first seen the captain appear, smashing down the doors to her temple. It was with that sword that she had carved her way through the temple guards, slashing and dancing through them like they were straw man. nigh times she had not even met the guards'fishgig and swords before the blade sliced through them.The ferocity and grace that Iona had seen from the dark-coated woman had been awful. Even now, it was hard for Iona not to gaze at her. She contented herself with hush-hush glances.

The chieftain herself looked over the men with a tail gaze that bordered on anger, even as she lounged. There were plenty of word in a language 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 glance at Iona, catching her staring. At those fourth dimension Iona jumped, looked down and trust to herself that she would not depend any more. And each time Iona 's eye would be dragged back to the darker-haired cleaning woman a few proceedings later.

"You, girl !"

The skin wrangle, in Iona 's own language, startled her. It was the chieftain, looking straight person at her and indicating towards her. Timidly, Iona raised her question and met her centre as expert she could.

"Do you have it off Cordava ? Lie, and we will direct your natural language, eyes and ears, and wash the wounds with salt, wine-colored and vinegar."

Iona felt a wash of fear at how casually she was threatened. The steady look she got from the chieftain made her sealed that she meant it. A cold pit in her belly formed, and she did not make bold to lie.

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

Some of the men hooted and jeered at Iona 's words, but the chief just gave a fragile nod, and cast about significant glances. Eventually she glanced back at Iona with that posterior flavour on her face.

"You will address me as tribal chief Helga, not ma'am. That disrespect will earn you five strikes of the lash tomorrow morning. Next 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 whipping before. She knew her life in the synagogue had been pampered and cared for. She had always been grateful, and had prayed her thanks workaday, but had it not been enough ? Was this her punishment now ? A spirit where she was to be lashed simply for saying the wrong tidings ? I am a scholar 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 headman brought herself up leisurely. She barked a last set of instructions to the men, and then motioned to Iona.

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

catch made Iona move slowly as she stood.

"I said move !"barked the chieftain. Striding forwards, she grabbed Iona by the haircloth on the book binding of her head, more forcefully than painfully, and directed her out of the dim collapsible shelter. Iona could only make a motion to keep up, standing and shuffling bent over as the chief threw her out into the glaring sunlight. Iona stumbled forwards, but caught herself from falling over, and kept walking swiftly to avoid any further attacks. She tried to calm her beating tenderness by straightening her white wearing apparel, edged with the gold leaves of her society. Some of the men chuckled as she left. Iona tried to regain some dignity as she walked. She took as steadying a breath as she could.

Helga directed her to a tent, smaller than the meeting tent, but still larger than all the ease Iona had seen in the encampment. As with the last, this one was lined with silks and red-hot pelt. A servant was polishing an expensive-looking wooden folding table, her body hunched over and trying not to puff aid to herself.

"Leave us,"Helga commanded sharply.

With a bow, the handmaiden hurriedly gathering her things with flying but quiet motility and left field.

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

"Tomorrow you will secern us about Cordava. The more selective information we have, the more of the town we will spare."She started unbuckling her armour and discarding her clothes, straps of leather falling to the base. She undid the buckles of her leather harness more slowly, and hung it on oarlock set into the collapsible shelter's supporting magnetic pole."Make no fault, those people can not hold against us. With your assistant, no one motive lose their life."

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

"I ... uh… I ..."words fled from Iona 's rima oris. She felt heat semen to her brass as the chieftain stepped towards her directly. Iona fought to ignore the hard optic. She was acutely aware of the breasts in battlefront of her as she looked towards the base."Yes, yes, I understand."There was a secrecy that Iona could experience, 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 move. She watched the tribal chief's back ripple as she grabbed a washbasin. She had never seen a woman with shoulder joint like hers, so strong and round, yet womanly. As the chief washed, Iona was transfixed with the urine flowing over her pelt as she lifted her arm this way and that to cleanse herself. Her back up aspect so strong ! Iona felt her flash quicken slightly. Her eyes dropped lour, and as the dark-coated adult female started drying herself off, she turned and Iona could see her breasts again. They were n't as heavy as her own, or as orotund. But they look like they would be so soft to touch. Iona was n't surely where that thought had come from, but once it was inside her it was punishing to think of anything else. The balance of the chieftain 's body had a hardness to it that Iona had n't known a womanhood 's organic structure could have, yet the skin looked so smooth. As she watched, Iona felt herself getting heater, and a warm tingle gathered in her womanhood.

"Do you have people to worry about in Cordava, lady friend ? Any home ?"

The query snapped Iona from her musings."My category were killed by bandits, Chief Helga. virtually of my friends left for the ground forces or the tabernacle. The sole folk I have left is in a Greenwich Village south of Cordava."

Ungrateful little terror ! You need to learn to do what you are told ! 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 lives, and the living of thousands of others."She hung the damp cloth over a chair."My tribesmen will vote out three men for any one they lose after they take the city. Remember that."

With that, Helga slumped on a batch of cushions and furs reverse Iona. A whang of leather still held a knife by her face, but other than that she was naked, and looking straight at Iona. Her knee joint were splayed out lazily, and her titty flopped to either side. From her angle on the floor Iona could see straight between the brown-haired woman 's legs, to the subdued hair on top of her pussy. Everything about her said she was exhausted from the heat. When she looked down at Iona, however, there was a thirstiness in her nighttime eyes.

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

Iona felt a sense of apprehension grow in her, but did n't dare argue. She shuffled on her knees in front of the headman, smoothing her dress down her second joint. Helga curled herself upwards, bring her face closing to the kneeling cleaning woman. Iona could smell her whisker, leather and whatever travail had n't been washed off, this close to her.

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

The doubt confused Iona. She did n't translate what a limited friendship was. How could… ? Her face must make shown her confusion, because the chieftain did n't look for her response. Instead she just leaned in, placed a script on the back of her head. and kissed her lips.

The shock of the other cleaning lady's hot lips sent flak through Iona. Her lip 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 trouble, but also unable to think. When the captain pulled away, she gripped Iona 's whisker, tilting her mind upwards, and ran her digit lightly over her face and neck. Iona felt her cutis chill where the cleaning lady 's finger's breadth trailed.

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

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

"good daughter,"she said. And with that, she trailed her hand away from Iona's boldness and onto her shoulder, pushing the dress part-way off to let on her bosom. Nails trailed down her peel, and then handwriting were massaging her ship's boat flesh. Iona felt exposed and vulnerable, but could n't muster the courage to say anything. After a mollify squeeze, Iona felt a gasp escape her mouth. The warm tingles grew between her legs. Another kiss landed on her lips, this time slower and deeper. Fire 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 whisker towards her inner thigh."There. You are going to keep petting there, and all around my kitty-cat. Look me in the eyes whilst you pleasure me, girlfriend. You have a pretty boldness, and I want to see it as I make you mine."

Iona bent to her task, keeping her eyes on her captor as she had been told. From here the look of leather and horses mix with the smell of the woman's hairsbreadth, and as she ran her lips over the captain 's thigh and groin she could taste it all, mixed with the SALT of her sweat. She paid care to how the taller woman reacted to her candy kiss. Just to the left of the snatch there was a particular spot that she gasped at whenever Iona licked and kissed it, and Helga would force her expression punishing onto her when she did. Iona found herself spending more clip there, wanting the stronger woman to catch her and force her cheek down. The tribal chief 's heart stared down at her with that athirst look, and Iona felt her face flush as she was filled with a mixture of humiliation and desire.

"I 'm going to make you mine,"Helga whispered. Her voice was breathier than before."livelihood me satisfied, priestess, and I 'll keep you by my side. I 'll prevent 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 trade good pet would. Even in your heart. Do you want that, priestess ?"

Iona hesitated, feeling a Wave of abasement run through her. late inside her, she felt a stirring in her body, one she did n't want to imagine too severely 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 press of shame as she realized how fast her affectionateness raced at the thought of being kept by this woman. She nodded to the warrior.

"Then say the language, my pet."

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

"Stick your natural language out, priestess."

Timidly, Iona did as she was told, letting her tongue protrude further and further. The athirst feel in the brown-haired woman intensified. Grabbing Iona 's question in both her hands, she turned the diminished woman 's aspect directly in forepart of her crotch, and gently but firmly pulled her, spit first, onto the top of her pussy.

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

One of the strokes of Iona 's spit must have hit a very tender spot, as the headman pulled her tight into her pussy, difficult enough that Iona stumbled forwards onto her manpower and knees. She kept licking, suckling and kissing in draw near desperation. The sweet olfactory property of leather and gymnastic horse mixed with the smell of her musk. Iona 's human face was drenched in wetness from a salmagundi of where her mouth and lingua 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 energy increase in her own inguen, but she tried not to intend of that as she followed each one of the statement she was given.

As Iona worked, she became fascinated with the way her darting and flicking tongue made the muscular womanhood 's body squirm. The high temperature of the strong second joint on either side of Iona 's facial expression mixed with the hotness of the collapsible shelter. She felt a wicked pride grow in her at the early cleaning woman 's pleasance, and was surprised by it. I am a priestess of Astraea. What is happening to me ? She told herself she was doing what she needed to survive. I must save my chastity. That 's all I 'm doing. The tingle in her loins seemed to mock her.

She heard a randomness at the entrance to the tent behind her, and realised with a cushion that someone had come in. She yanked her head back, and scrambled back to her genu, pulling her dress to cover up her breasts again. She looked over her shoulder to see three manly warriors enter clad in their pelt and leathers. She turned to look at Helga, who still lounged defenseless on her furs without any concern for the men, and felt a thrill of awe. madness painted the chieftain 's face, and she glared down at Iona in wrath.

Faster than she could induce believed, a strong mitt was at her dress, pulling her up towards Helga's face."Please, please, the men ..."Iona had time to whimper before a smack that shook her head and stung her impudence.

"I do not wish about the men."Another slap on her other cheek caused both side of meat of her face to sting. Iona 's heart beat faster than a sawhorse '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 understand ?"

Iona quivered, and she nodded her head whilst trying to avoid her eyes. A clenched fist gathered her haircloth, and pulled her neck back to induce Iona face at the chief 's face again. Displeasure had replaced wrath, but Iona still found it intemperately 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 wearing apparel, bunching the fabric into her fist. Iona felt the clothes depend on up second joint, and then up her buttocks and take down back, fully displaying her tooshie to the men. She heard herself whimper as she thought of the men 's eyes on her.

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

Iona felt humiliation washables over her. She could feel the eyes of the men like a strong-arm touch on her hips. She grabbed the dress on either side of her hips in cockeyed fist and kept it there so they could see her bare backside. Her human face flushed red.

The warrior adult female leaned back into the furs.

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

Feeling her boldness burn, Iona kept the clothes over her hip and list forwards, kissing and licking at Helga's diffuse pussy. Behind her some of the men jeered. One of them spoke out in their harsh clapper, 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 in force. Show yourself off for me,"the steppe woman said dispassionately.

Iona felt her case flush with oestrus once more, but she dared not argue. Bunching her dress into one hand so it still lay over her articulatio coxae, she placed one hand down onto the carpeted flooring, 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 fundament from side to side. The men all jeered at the sight. She looked up at the warrior woman 's cheek, hoping she was pleased now. Helga 's expression was still hard and buttocks, but a pocket-sized, satisfied smirk was fighting through. It sent a small charge through Iona.

"Back to work, priestess."

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

The chieftain brought the men 's care back to her. It was enlighten that they had seen her receiving this treatment before, and whilst they all leered at Iona, they still spoke with deference and deference to the warrior cleaning woman, even in her pleasure. Still breathing heavily, and writhing under Iona 's tongue, the chieftain heard the men, and then spoke a few more than Word of God of their language. Iona heard them leave the collapsible shelter shortly after.

Breathing out with a sigh of rest, Iona started to move the frock down over her pelvic girdle.

"I did not say to let the apparel evenfall,"came the sharp interpreter of the tribal chief. Iona froze, and brought the wearing apparel over her articulatio coxae again. What for ? There 's no one there. Is there ?

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

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

"I did not tell you to stop !"

Fear stabbed through Iona. She hurriedly buried her face again, and kept her lingua and lips moving onto the sensitive areas.

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

affright filled Iona, as she wanted to answer, but was afraid to block what her mouth was doing. With her mouth 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 tacit.

"I did not think so. If you do not learn discipline, I will possess you tied to a post naked, with naught but your welts to keep open you company. I will let the men of my tribe use your consistence to pleasure themselves for as long as the synodic month 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 char 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 keep my chastity. I can not be sent to those men ! Being thrifty to prevent her sass and sassing on the warrior cleaning lady's mound, she gave her tone down reply as clearly as she could."Mno, mleafe !"

A handwriting stroked her read/write head."in force girl. Let 's hope you can get a line discipline."Cords stuck out on the chieftain's neck, as she took a steadying breath."You have an incredibly sweetly mouth."

pridefulness burned in Iona at the compliment, although she tried to oppress it. She started bobbing her foreland to get more than motion into her tongue movements. It 's just to outlive. 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 please she was to be told she had a sweet mouth. She tried to not call back about how erotic she felt whilst enjoying this. The tingle in her womanhood had bedspread to her entire body.

"I 'm going to fetch some to a greater extent men in here. Would you like to be raw whilst we continue ?"

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

A wide smile broke over Helga's face."As you wish. hold the wearing apparel over your rear."

"Enter !"the chieftain barked.

A noise at the tent flapping behind her told of men entering. Her boldness burned, and her pelvic girdle and ass felt exposed and vulnerable, but she had learnt from last clock time. This was a test. She kept her mouthpiece at her undertaking, and stared devotedly at the steppe woman.

"Chief Helga, we would like to award 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 word out of their rima oris. Iona realized they must have recognized her dress.

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

"And I know who you are. You 're the hoi polloi who said that half your metropolis 's wealthiness was too soak up a price to pay for peace with my tribe."

Slowly, the men walked closer towards the two woman. Iona could experience 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 her tongue was still working on the char 's pussycat, she risked a feeling at who it was.

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

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

"We had report that you had ransacked the sanctum 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 interpreter often did.

"Tell me, what is Astraea goddess of ?"Iona felt the stony glance on the spinal column of her read/write 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 pureness and chastity."The old man snorted contemptuously at the warrior woman 's suddenly ravenous smiling."You could accept put that robe on any cyprian, after you took it from a priestess."

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

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

"No,"he said after a pause."I recognise her from my last visit to that tabernacle. Clearly this lady of pleasure 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 balance of Cordava too. She kept at her study silently. For some reason the collapsible shelter suddenly filled with tenseness, 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 headman 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 sweet mouth is pleasing. Send me tribute, half the wealthiness of your city. Or I will down your men, and demand your char for me and my men. Your daughters and wife will share this priestess's portion. It will take less than a day after you die for them to be my pets. Do you have Logos ? The prettiest will go to my men. The rest will die."She looked back at the older man."Send me testimonial, and we will will. Defy us, and we will force what is left of you to submit."

Iona heard murmur of acquiescence, but the words that came from the high priest were defiant."You will encounter nothing from us. You can keep your fancy woman, we will not submit. We will go to the gods unstained ! We are ready to die rather than see you irreverent barbarian profit."

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

Iona paused, and half turned to see the force this whirl had made. The old man had enough 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 calendar week, Chieftain,"one shouted.

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

As the men stumbled out in a boot, Iona could hear noises of protest from the high non-Christian priest. She heard them leave the tent, a aloud cry, and then secretiveness. She felt a flare-up of pity for the old man. He had never been a smart man, only aloud and stubborn.

A strong, thin hand tilted her Kuki-Chin up. She let her tongue get away from Helga's kitty-cat.

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