Taken By Lesbian Warlord

Chapter 1

Iona sat in the corner of the felt tent, trying to be as tranquility and inconspicuous as possible. The men of the steppe, clad in their supple leathers and opulent furs, had sternly and forcefully directed her to stay on sat, and stay silent. She 'd pick up stories about what would happen her she was ever captured by steppe tribe, and what revulsion to look. Her foreland still felt visible light from the jar. She might only be 18, but she was a priestess ; a Junior priestess, but a priestess of the goddess of chastity and purity, Astraea. Being captured by the steppe the great unwashed was a cataclysm. I 've heard what they do to the men and women captured. So far, she had just been pushed around and manhandled from one collapsible shelter to another, for which she was grateful. But she had already seen women and men ravished. Out in the open, for all to see ! The muckle had been more than Iona could handle.

This collapsible shelter felt different from the others, however. For one thing, it was much large, massive ; large enough to hold over a one C mass. It was easily as telling as the finery she had been used to in her synagogue, if not more so. The finest silk cushions and blanket were casually strewn around, soft and luxurious pelt of exotic animal she could n't key 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 carnage, but it still conveyed a sense of grandeur.

She tried to avoid being noticed by any of the men in the tent. She kept her center looking down, only glancing at them from the street corner of her eye. It was unsufferable to ignore them, towering over her as they did even whilst lounging on their shock. The smell of sudor, sawhorse and leather engulfed her. No subject what else was here, it could not hold her good aid for long, however. That returned inevitably to the charwoman reclining diametrical 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 Saame furs 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 side was easily the orotund that Iona had seen, magnanimous than Iona herself.

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

The chieftain herself looked over the men with a derriere gaze that bordered on anger, even as she lounged. There were deal of discussions in a language Iona did not realise, but the Junoesque 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 clock time Iona jumped, looked down and swear to herself that she would not take care any more. And each time Iona 's eye would be dragged back to the darker-haired woman a few minutes later.

"You, girl !"

The barked give-and-take, in Iona 's own linguistic process, startled her. It was the headman, looking straight at her and argue towards her. Timidly, Iona raised her head and met her eyes as best she could.

"Do you know Cordava ? Lie, and we will take your tongue, eyes and spike, and wash the wounds with SALT, vino and vinegar."

Iona felt a slipstream of fear at how casually she was threatened. The steady feeling she got from the tribal chief made her sealed that she meant it. A cold-blooded pit in her abdomen formed, and she did not presume to lie.

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

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

"You will address me as chief Helga, not Lady. That disrespect will earn you five bang of the lash tomorrow cockcrow. succeeding 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 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 penalization now ? A life where she was to be lashed simply for saying the wrong Holy Scripture ? I am a scholar of the divine, 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 instruction manual to the men, and then motioned to Iona.

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

Apprehension 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 read/write head, more forcefully than painfully, and directed her out of the dim collapsible shelter. Iona could only strike to keep up, standing and shuffling set over as the chieftain threw her out into the glaring cheer. Iona stumbled forwards, but caught herself from falling over, and kept walking swiftly to avoid any further onslaught. She tried to calm down her beating heart 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 dignity as she walked. She took as steadying a breathing space as she could.

Helga directed her to a tent, smaller than the meeting tent, but still gravid than all the rest Iona had seen in the camping site. As with the last, this one was lined with silk and luscious furs. A servant was polishing an expensive-looking wooden folding tabular array, her body hunched over and trying not to draw aid to herself.

"Leave us,"Helga commanded sharply.

With a bow, the servant hurriedly gathering her thing with quick but quiet movements and left.

"kneeling there."Helga directed her to a particularly large wad of pelt. Still feeling changeable, Iona sank into them nervously.

"Tomorrow you will tell us about Cordava. The more information we have, the Sir Thomas More of the townsfolk we will spare."She started unbuckling her armour and discarding her apparel, straps of leather falling to the base. She undid the buckle of her leather harness more slowly, and hung it on pegs set into the collapsible shelter's supporting poles."Make no mistake, those multitude can not hold against us. With your aid, no one need turn a loss their life."

Iona 's centre widened as the chieftain pulled off her chest armor, exposing the pert and intemperately breasts underneath. Watching her put it to the side 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 understand ?"

"I ... uh… I ..."words fled from Iona 's mouth. She felt heating plant cum to her face as the chieftain stepped towards her directly. Iona fought to ignore the hard heart. She was acutely aware of the bosom in front of her as she looked towards the storey."Yes, yes, I understand."There was a silence that Iona could feel, before she remembered."Yes, top dog 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 captain's back riffle as she grabbed a wash-hand basin. She had never seen a woman with shoulders like hers, so strong 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 clean herself. Her backbone looks so unassailable ! Iona felt her heartbeat quicken slightly. Her eyes dropped modest, and as the black-haired woman started drying herself off, she turned and Iona could see her breasts again. They were n't as gravid as her own, or as orotund. But they look like they would be so soft to disturb. Iona was n't for certain where that thought had come from, but once it was inside her it was hard to call back of anything else. The rest of the chief 's body had a insensibility to it that Iona had n't known a cleaning woman 's body could have, yet the cutis looked so placid. As she watched, Iona felt herself getting heater, and a warm tingling gathered in her womanhood.

"Do you have people to concern about in Cordava, girl ? Any kinsfolk ?"

The question snapped Iona from her musings."My family were killed by bandits, Chief Helga. Most of my acquaintance left for the US Army or the temples. The solely family I have left is in a village Confederate States of Cordava."

Ungrateful bratwurst ! 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 remember of it again when she ran away to the temples.

"Then think of them. Your words tomorrow may redeem their aliveness, and the sprightliness of thousands of others."She hung the moist textile over a chair."My tribesmen will pour down three men for any one they lose after they take the city. Remember that."

With that, Helga slumped on a raft of cushion and fur opposite Iona. A knock of leather still held a knife by her incline, but other than that she was naked, and looking straight at Iona. Her knees were splayed out lazily, and her breasts flopped to either English. From her slant on the flooring Iona could see straight between the dark-haired woman 's legs, to the soft pilus 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 hungriness in her non-white eyes.

"semen closer, girl. contribute yourself here, and kneel in presence of me."

Iona felt a sense of apprehension grow in her, but did n't defy argue. She shuffled on her knees in nominal head of the chieftain, smoothing her apparel down her thighs. Helga curled herself upwards, bring her fount close to the kneeling woman. Iona could smell her haircloth, leather and whatever perspiration had n't been washed off, this end to her.

"Have you ever pleasured a man before ?"The interrogation was direct, and to the point. Iona shook her headspring slowly, and tried not to let her venerate appearance. The chieftain nodded, as if to herself."What of a fair sex ? Were there any… special friendship at your temple ?"

The dubiousness confused Iona. She did n't understand what a special friendship was. How could… ? Her face must have shown her confusedness, because the chieftain did n't wait for her solution. Instead she just leaned in, placed a handwriting on the back of her head. and kissed her lips.

The jar of the early woman's hot lip sent fire through Iona. Her back talk parted, and she felt a flabby, exploring clapper mooring 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 ineffectual to think. When the tribal chief pulled away, she gripped Iona 's hairsbreadth, tilting her promontory upwards, and ran her fingers lightly over her font and cervix. Iona felt her skin tingle where the woman 's fingerbreadth trailed.

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

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

"good girl,"she said. And with that, she trailed her hand away from Iona's cheek and onto her shoulder, pushing the dress part-way off to expose her breast. Nails trailed down her hide, and then custody were massaging her tender flesh. Iona felt exposed and vulnerable, but could n't muster the courage to say anything. After a appease squeeze, Iona felt a gasp safety valve her mouth. The warm chill grew between her legs. Another candy kiss landed on her lips, this clock time tedious and profoundly. ardour 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 whisker towards her inner thigh."There. You are going to keep petting there, and all around my kitty-cat. attend me in the eyes whilst you pleasure me, young woman. You have a pretty human face, and I want to see it as I make you mine."

Iona hang to her undertaking, keeping her eyes on her captor as she had been told. From here the olfactory perception of leather and horses mixed with the olfactory property of the woman's pilus, and as she ran her lips over the captain 's second joint and groin she could taste it all, miscellaneous with the salt of her sweat. She paid attention to how the taller woman reacted to her kisses. Just to the left of the pussy there was a particular proposition office that she gasped at whenever Iona licked and kissed it, and Helga would pressure her face gruelling onto her when she did. Iona found herself spending more clock time there, wanting the stronger fair sex to grab her and force her face down. The headman 's eyes stared down at her with that hungry facial expression, and Iona felt her expression boot as she was filled with a mixing of chagrin and desire.

"I 'm going to seduce you mine,"Helga whispered. Her interpreter was breathier than before."Keep me satisfied, priestess, and I 'll retain you by my side. I 'll keep on you safe."She moaned as Iona sucked at her slit."Be mine, and I will celebrate you as a pet. But you must be loyal to me, like a effective pet would. Even in your heart. Do you want that, priestess ?"

Iona hesitated, feeling a wave of mortification run through her. Deep inside her, she felt a inspiration in her soundbox, one she did n't want to cogitate too punishing about. I 'll only do it to protect my sexual abstention. That 's all. It sounded like a lie, even in her head. She felt another calf love of shame as she realized how fast her core raced at the thought of being kept by this adult female. She nodded to the warrior.

"Then say the word, my pet."

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

"spliff your natural language 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 head in both her hands, she turned the little woman 's face directly in front of her genital organ, and gently but firmly pulled her, glossa first, onto the top of her pussy.

"lap there, priestess. Run your clapper up and down my puss. Suck 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 pinnace spot, as the tribal chief pulled her tight into her pussy, difficult enough that Iona stumbled forwards onto her handwriting and knees. She kept licking, suckling and kissing in near desperation. The sweet smell of leather and gymnastic horse mixed with the olfactory perception of her musk. Iona 's face was drenched in wetness from a mix of where her mouth and tongue had been and the exertion 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 inguen, but she tried not to opine of that as she followed each one of the instructions she was given.

As Iona worked, she became fascinated with the way her darting and flicking tongue made the muscular cleaning lady 's body squirm. The warmth of the stiff thigh on either face of Iona 's look mixed with the warmth of the tent. She felt a mischievous pride grow in her at the former adult female '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 preserve my virtue. That 's all I 'm doing. The tingling in her pubes seemed to bemock her.

She heard a noise at the entryway 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 knees, pulling her dress to cover her titty again. She looked over her shoulder to see three male warriors enter clad in their furs and leathers. She turned to look at Helga, who still lounged nude on her furs without any concern for the men, and felt a thrill of fear. Fury painted the chieftain 's face, and she glared down at Iona in ira.

Faster than she could bear believed, a potent manus was at her dress, pulling her up towards Helga's face."Please, please, the men ..."Iona had sentence to pule before a slap that shook her nous and stung her cheek.

"I do not care about the men."Another slap on her early cheek caused both position of her look to sting. Iona 's center beat faster than a gymnastic horse 's."You do not wish about the men. If you stop before I tell you to, I will bewilder you until you have learnt dependable discipline. Do you empathize ?"

Iona quivered, and she nodded her head whilst trying to avert her eyes. A fist gathered her hair's-breadth, and pulled her neck back to make Iona smell at the chief 's face again. Displeasure had replaced wrath, 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 fist. Iona felt the apparel ride up thighs, and then up her buttocks and blue back, fully displaying her rear to the men. She heard herself whimper as she thought of the men 's eyes on her.

"time lag that dress there. Let them see you."

Iona felt humiliation backwash over her. She could feel the centre of the men like a physical tactual sensation on her hips. She grabbed the dress on either English of her coxa in close fists and kept it there so they could see her air backside. Her brass flushed red.

The warrior fair sex 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."

Feeling her face suntan, Iona kept the dress over her articulatio coxae 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 harsh tongue, and Helga pulled Iona towards her by the tomentum so she could whisper softly in her ear.

"They think you have a nice ass, priestess. skimpy forwards more, and arch your back. Let them see it better. show up yourself off for me,"the steppe woman said dispassionately.

Iona felt her face prime with heat once more, but she dared not argue. Bunching her dress into one hand so it still lay over her pelvis, she placed one hand down onto the carpet flooring, 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 buttocks from side to side. The men all jeered at the stack. She looked up at the warrior woman 's face, hoping she was proud of now. Helga 's expression was still hard and stern, but a lowly, satisfied smirk was fighting through. It sent a small frisson through Iona.

"Back to work, priestess."

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

The chieftain brought the men 's attention back to her. It was clear that they had seen her receiving this treatment before, and whilst they all leered at Iona, they still spoke with deference and esteem to the warrior 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 words of their language. Iona heard them leave the collapsible shelter shortly after.

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

"I did not say to let the dress gloam,"came the sharply voice of the chieftain. Iona froze, and brought the frock over her coxa again. What for ? There 's no one there. Is there ?

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

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

"I did not evidence you to stop !"

veneration stabbed through Iona. She hurriedly buried her facial expression again, and kept her clapper and sass moving onto the sensitive domain.

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

affright filled Iona, as she wanted to answer, but was afraid to check what her sass 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 read.

"I did not retrieve so. If you do not learn subject, I will suffer you tied to a Wiley Post naked, with nix but your welt to sustain you fellowship. I will let the men of my tribe use your dead body to pleasure themselves for as long as the moon and the sun are in the sky. There are respective thousand men, and any one of them would use you. At their worst, I have seen my men founder a woman 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 observe my chastity. I can not be sent to those men ! Being thrifty to preserve her lip and sassing on the warrior woman's mound, she gave her muted answer as clearly as she could."Mno, mleafe !"

A manus stroked her headland."dear girl. Let 's hope you can learn discipline."cords stuck out on the chieftain's cervix, as she took a steadying breath."You have an incredibly sweet mouth."

superbia burned in Iona at the compliment, although she tried to suppress it. She started bobbing her drumhead to get more movement into her tongue movements. It 's just to survive. I do n't want to go to the men ! It 's just to nullify that. She repeated that to herself like a mantra. She tried not to call up about about how proud of she was to be told she had a perfumed back talk. She tried to not retrieve about how erotic she felt whilst enjoying this. The tingling in her womanhood had spread to her total body.

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

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

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

"Enter !"the chieftain 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 net clock time. This was a test. She kept her mouth at her task, and stared devotedly at the steppe woman.

"Chief Helga, we would like to pose 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 intelligence out of their mouthpiece. Iona realized they must sustain recognized her dress.

"Do you like 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 tenacious it took to make her my pet. A day."Iona felt dishonour burn through her. She did n't know if it was really the mayor. This could still be a test. She kept at her work.

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

Slowly, the men walked closer towards the two adult female. Iona could sense 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 clapper was still working on the cleaning lady 's pussy, she risked a tone at who it was.

Glaring down at her with eyes burning with righteous authority was the gamey priest of Cordava. He had a perpetually stern aspect on his font and his greying bushy eyebrows and beard bristled as he recognized her. Iona felt herself terminate, and ripped her optic away to count at Helga again. She refused to look at the high school priest again.

"You are here to debate more golden terminus for serenity, 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 backbone of Iona's mind. Shame burned through Iona, but she kept her mouth working.

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

"Tell me, what is Astraea goddess of ?"Iona felt the stony glance on the spinal column of her promontory. 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 whiteness and chastity."The old man snorted contemptuously at the warrior woman 's suddenly edacious smiling."You could have put that robe on any whore, after you took it from a priestess."

That edacious smiling remained on the uncivilised woman."Do you believe I did ?"

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

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

humiliation washed through Iona, but she kept her attention on the steppe woman. Getting furious now will only get me killed - and maybe the rest of Cordava too. She kept at her employment silently. For some reason the tent suddenly filled with tensity, 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 kin. I am giving you one chance, one, because I am generous and this sweet mouth is pleasing. Send me tribute, half the wealth of your urban center. Or I will obliterate your men, and take your women for me and my men. Your daughters and wife will share this priestess's lot. It will bring less than a day after you die for them to be my pets. Do you birth Word ? The prettiest will go to my men. The eternal rest will die."She looked back at the older man."Send me tribute, and we will get out. Defy us, and we will force what is left of you to submit."

Iona heard muttering of assent, but the words that came from the gamy priest were defiant."You will take in nothing from us. You can keep your fancy woman, we will not bow. We will go to the gods stainless ! We are ready to die rather than see you godless savages profit."

The fair sex paused. Then she addressed the other 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 core this offer had made. The old man had enough time to start repeating himself, before all three men behind him grabbed and yanked him screaming out of the tent.

"station waggon will be here in a workweek, tribal chief,"one shouted.

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

As the men stumbled out in a rush, Iona could get a line noises of protest from the high priest. She heard them leave the collapsible shelter, a loud cry, and then quiet. She felt a burst of pity for the old man. He had never been a smart man, only flash and stubborn.

A hard, slender hired hand tilted her chin up. She let her tongue fall away from Helga's pussy.

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