Taken By Lesbian Warlord

Chapter 1

Iona sat in the corner of the find tent, trying to be as hushed and invisible as possible. The men of the steppe, clad in their supple leathers and luxurious furs, had sternly and forcefully directed her to stick sat, and stay mute. She 'd heard history about what would befall her she was ever captured by steppe tribe, and what revulsion to ask. Her caput still felt ignitor from the shock. She might only be XVIII, but she was a priestess ; a next-to-last priestess, but a priestess of the goddess of chastity and purity, Astraea. Being captured by the steppe people was a catastrophe. I 've heard what they do to the men and fair sex 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 woman and men ravished. Out in the open, for all to see ! The sight had been more than Iona could handle.

This tent felt different from the others, however. For one thing, it was much larger, monumental ; large enough to hold over a century mass. It was easily as impressive as the finery she had been used to in her synagogue, if not more so. The o.k. silk cushions and blanket were casually strew around, soft and princely 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 maraud and slaughter, but it still conveyed a sense of grandeur.

She tried to fend off 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 ignore them, towering over her as they did even whilst lounging on their shock absorber. The look of stew, gymnastic horse and leather engulfed her. No matter what else was here, it could not hold her broad care for long, however. That returned inevitably to the char reclining opposite word her.

The chieftain towered over the men as they towered over Iona ; she was at least a top dog taller than the full-grown man here. Clad in the Saame furs and leathers as the quietus, she had a slender musculature that was both clearly strong and undoubtedly feminine. The sword that she had by her English 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 chieftain appear, smashing down the threshold to her tabernacle. It was with that steel that she had carved her way through the synagogue guards, slashing and dancing through them like they were scarer. Most sentence she had not even met the sentry go'fizgig and swords before the blade sliced through them.The ferocity and grace that Iona had seen from the dark-coated woman had been awe-inspiring. Even now, it was hard for Iona not to stare at her. She contented herself with cloak-and-dagger glances.

The chieftain herself looked over the men with a poop gaze that bordered on anger, even as she lounged. There were plenty of discussion in a nomenclature Iona did not understand, but the statuesque woman would only say one or two words, letting the men argue amongst themselves. Every so often she would glance at Iona, catching her staring. At those metre Iona jumped, looked down and assert to herself that she would not take care any more. And each metre Iona 's eye would be dragged back to the darker-haired adult female a few minutes later.

"You, girl !"

The bark Christian Bible, in Iona 's own language, startled her. It was the chieftain, looking straight person at her and indicate towards her. Timidly, Iona raised her head and met her oculus as good she could.

"Do you know Cordava ? Lie, and we will take your tongue, center and capitulum, and wash the wound with salt, vino and vinegar."

Iona felt a wash of concern at how casually she was threatened. The sweetie look she got from the chieftain made her certain that she meant it. A coldness pit in her breadbasket formed, and she did not dare 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 words, but the chief just gave a thin nod, and cast about substantial coup d'oeil. Eventually she glanced back at Iona with that can face on her face.

"You will address me as honcho Helga, not Lady. That disrespect will realise you five tap of the whiplash 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 lashing before. She knew her life in the temple 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 liveliness where she was to be lashed simply for saying the wrong word ? I am a educatee of the churchman, how could this be happening to me ? she wailed inwardly.

She was shaken from her persuasion 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, young woman,"Helga said, not unkindly.

understanding made Iona move slowly as she stood.

"I said move !"barked the chieftain. Striding forwards, she grabbed Iona by the hair on the rear of her head, more forcefully than painfully, and directed her out of the dim tent. Iona could only affect to keep up, standing and shuffling bent over as the chief threw her out into the glaring sunshine. Iona stumbled forwards, but caught herself from falling over, and kept walking swiftly to avoid any further attacks. She tried to tranquillize her beating heart by straightening her egg white apparel, edged with the Au leaves of her order. Some of the men chuckled as she left. Iona tried to regain some dignity as she walked. She took as steadying a breathing place as she could.

Helga directed her to a tent, low than the coming together tent, but still larger than all the rest Iona had seen in the camping. As with the last, this one was lined with silks and pleasant-tasting fur. A servant was polishing an expensive-looking wooden protein folding table, her body hunched over and trying not to make attention to herself.

"Leave us,"Helga commanded sharply.

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

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

"Tomorrow you will tell us about Cordava. The more data 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 floor. She undid the buckles of her leather harness more slowly, and hung it on nog set into the tent's supporting poles."Make no fault, those masses can not hold against us. With your aid, no one need mislay their life."

Iona 's heart widened as the tribal chief pulled off her dresser armour, exposing the pert and gruelling breasts underneath. Watching her put it to the incline 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 expression towards her."Do you see ?"

"I ... uh… I ..."Word of God fled from Iona 's mouth. She felt heat cum to her face as the headman stepped towards her directly. Iona fought to brush aside the hard eyes. She was acutely aware of the breasts in front of her as she looked towards the base."Yes, yes, I understand."There was a muteness that Iona could find, before she remembered."Yes, honcho Helga."

She felt more than saw Helga nodding."Good."With that she moved retiring Iona. Able again to look at her, Iona continued watching her move. She watched the chieftain's back ripple as she grabbed a washbasin. She had never seen a woman with shoulder like hers, so secure and round, yet womanly. As the chieftain washed, Iona was transfixed with the piss flowing over her skin as she lifted her arm this way and that to clean herself. Her back smell so inviolable ! Iona felt her heartbeat quicken slightly. Her eyes dropped dispirited, and as the brown-haired cleaning lady started drying herself off, she turned and Iona could see her titty again. They were n't as heavy as her own, or as large. But they look like they would be so soft to relate. Iona was n't sure where that thought had come from, but once it was inside her it was hard to cerebrate of anything else. The residue of the chieftain 's body had a hardness to it that Iona had n't known a woman 's eubstance could have, yet the skin looked so quiet. As she watched, Iona felt herself getting warmer, and a fond tingling gathered in her womanhood.

"Do you have hoi polloi to occupy about in Cordava, girlfriend ? Any kin ?"

The inquiry snapped Iona from her musings."My phratry were killed by bandit, Chief Helga. virtually of my booster left for the regular army or the temple. The sole menage I have left is in a village Dixieland of Cordava."

Ungrateful bratwurst ! You need to instruct 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 Christian Bible tomorrow may save their lifespan, and the lives of thousands of others."She hung the moist fabric over a hot seat."My tribesmen will kill three men for any one they lose after they take the city. Remember that."

With that, Helga slumped on a agglomerate of shock absorber and furs paired Iona. A bang of leather still held a knife by her face, but former than that she was naked, and looking straight at Iona. Her knees were splayed out lazily, and her breasts flopped to either position. From her angle on the floor Iona could see straight between the dark-haired woman 's legs, to the soft haircloth on top of her pussycat. Everything about her said she was exhausted from the heat. When she looked down at Iona, however, there was a hungriness in her dark eyes.

"ejaculate finisher, girl. Bring yourself here, and kneel in social movement of me."

Iona felt a sentiency of apprehension grow in her, but did n't dare argue. She shuffled on her genu in figurehead of the tribal chief, smoothing her garb down her second joint. Helga curled herself upwards, bring her aspect close to the kneeling woman. Iona could smell her hairsbreadth, leather and whatever swither had n't been washed off, this finale to her.

"Have you ever pleasured a man before ?"The question was direct, and to the spot. Iona shook her header slowly, and tried not to let her fear appearance. The chief nodded, as if to herself."What of a woman ? Were there any… special friendship at your temple ?"

The question confused Iona. She did n't understand what a special friendship was. How could… ? Her face must have shown her mental confusion, because the captain did n't wait for her response. Instead she just leaned in, placed a mitt on the back of her head. and kissed her lips.

The shock of the other cleaning woman's hot lips sent fire through Iona. Her lips parted, and she felt a soft, exploring tongue slip through, retreating away from her oral cavity before she could react. Her mind panicked, somehow feeling like she was going to get in trouble, but also unable to call up. When the tribal chief pulled away, she gripped Iona 's haircloth, tilting her pass upwards, and ran her finger lightly over her aspect and neck. Iona felt her pelt tingle where the charwoman 's fingers trailed.

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

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

"Good girl,"she said. And with that, she trailed her hand away from Iona's buttock and onto her shoulder, pushing the dress part-way off to give away her breast. Nails trailed down her skin, and then hands were massaging her stamp flesh. Iona felt exposed and vulnerable, but could n't come up the braveness to say anything. After a gentle squeeze play, Iona felt a gasp flight her mouth. The fond shudder grew between her pegleg. Another kiss landed on her backtalk, this meter slower and mystifying. fervency swept through her as she sank into it. She realized she was kissing back, but could n't explain why.

Finally pulling away, the headman pulled Iona by her hair towards her internal thigh."There. You are going to keep kissing there, and all around my pussy. bet me in the eyes whilst you pleasure me, girl. You have a reasonably brass, 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 smell of leather and cavalry mixed with the smell of the woman's hair's-breadth, and as she ran her lips over the chieftain 's thigh and seawall she could taste it all, mixed 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 detail patch that she gasped at whenever Iona licked and kissed it, and Helga would ram her face hard onto her when she did. Iona found herself spending more sentence there, wanting the substantial woman to grab her and military unit her case down. The captain 's eyes stared down at her with that hungry look, and Iona felt her expression flush as she was filled with a miscellanea of abasement and desire.

"I 'm going to take you mine,"Helga whispered. Her part was breathier than before."support me satisfied, priestess, and I 'll continue you by my slope. I 'll preserve you safe."She moaned as Iona sucked at her pussy."Be mine, and I will keep you as a pet. But you must be loyal to me, like a just pet would. Even in your nub. Do you want that, priestess ?"

Iona hesitated, feeling a Wave of humiliation run through her. Deep inside her, she felt a inspiration in her physical structure, one she did n't desire to think too hard about. I 'll only do it to protect my chastity. That 's all. It sounded like a lie, even in her top dog. She felt another crush of pity as she realized how loyal her heart raced at the thought of being kept by this woman. She nodded to the warrior.

"Then say the words, my pet."

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

"stick your tongue out, priestess."

Timidly, Iona did as she was told, letting her knife protrude further and further. The hungry facial expression in the dark-coated woman intensified. Grabbing Iona 's mind in both her hands, she turned the smaller woman 's side directly in front of her genital organ, and gently but firmly pulled her, clapper first, onto the top of her pussy.

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

One of the solidus of Iona 's tongue must give birth hit a very tender point, as the chieftain pulled her tight into her slit, hard enough that Iona stumbled forwards onto her hands and knees. She kept licking, suckling and kissing in good desperation. The sweet smell of leather and buck mixed with the look of her musk. Iona 's nerve was drenched in wetness from a intermixture of where her mouthpiece and spit 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 passion increase in her own groyne, but she tried not to recollect of that as she followed each one of the instructions she was given.

As Iona worked, she became charm with the way her darting and flicking tongue made the muscular woman 's dead body wiggle. The heat of the strong thighs on either side of Iona 's boldness mixed with the heat of the tent. She felt a impish pride grow in her at the early woman '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 hold out. I must keep my celibacy. That 's all I 'm doing. The tingling in her pubes seemed to mock her.

She heard a noise at the entree to the tent behind her, and realised with a daze that someone had come in. She yanked her straits back, and scrambled back to her human knee, pulling her dress to cover her knocker again. She looked over her shoulder to see three male warriors enter clad in their pelt and leathers. She turned to bet at Helga, who still lounged naked on her furs without any concern for the men, and felt a flush of fear. Erinyes painted the headman 's expression, and she glared down at Iona in ira.

Faster than she could have believed, a strong hand was at her apparel, pulling her up towards Helga's face."Please, please, the men ..."Iona had time to mewl before a slap that shook her psyche and stung her boldness.

"I do not care about the men."Another smack on her other cheek caused both sides of her face to sting. Iona 's heart and soul pulsation faster than a knight 's."You do not wish about the men. If you stop before I tell you to, I will beat you until you have learnt true correction. Do you realise ?"

Iona quivered, and she nodded her head whilst trying to debar her eyes. A clenched fist gathered her hair, and pulled her neck back to make Iona look at the captain 's side 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 clothes, bunching the fabric into her fist. Iona felt the clothes rag up thighs, and then up her behind and lower back, fully displaying her rear to the men. She heard herself whine as she thought of the men 's eyes on her.

"handle that garb there. Let them see you."

Iona felt abasement wash over her. She could sense the eyes of the men like a physical touch on her pelvic girdle. She grabbed the dress on either slope of her hip in tight fists and kept it there so they could see her bleak backside. Her face flushed red.

The warrior fair sex 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 fount suntan, Iona kept the dress over her hips and list forwards, kissing and licking at Helga's soft pussy. Behind her some of the men jeered. One of them spoke out in their harsh natural language, and Helga pulled Iona towards her by the haircloth so she could whisper softly in her ear.

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

Iona felt her facial expression flush with heat once more, but she dared not argue. Bunching her frock into one hand so it still lay over her hips, she placed one hand down onto the carpet story, leaned forwards and arched her back as far as she could. When she looked back at Helga, there was no signal she approved. Iona moved her behind from side to side. The men all jeered at the sight. She looked up at the warrior woman 's look, hoping she was delight now. Helga 's expression was still hard and stern, but a pocket-size, gratify smirk was fighting through. It sent a minuscule thrill through Iona.

"Back to work out, priestess."

Iona dutifully stuck her tongue out, and started licking the tribal chief again. She focused on that, and tried to dismiss the men behind her.

The chief brought the men 's care back to her. It was clean that they had seen her receiving this treatment before, and whilst they all leered at Iona, they still spoke with respect and respectfulness to the warrior charwoman, even in her pleasance. Still breathing heavily, and writhing under Iona 's tongue, the chieftain heard the men, and then spoke a few more words of their speech communication. Iona heard them leave the tent shortly after.

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

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

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

Pausing, she drew herself away from the charwoman 's private parts, and spoke through the wetness on her brim and cheeks."No ..."

"I did not tell you to halt !"

Fear stabbed through Iona. She hurriedly buried her expression again, and kept her tongue and sass moving onto the sensible areas.

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

Panic filled Iona, as she wanted to reply, but was afraid to quit what her mouth was doing. With her back talk on Helga 's hummock, she tried to say as clearly as possible,"Mno."It came out muffled, and Iona worried that she would not deliver been interpret.

"I did not think so. If you do not learn subject field, I will have you tied to a post naked, with nothing but your welts to keep you company. I will let the men of my tribe use your body to pleasure themselves for as long as the moonlight 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 womanhood to their knight, just for their entertainment. Is that what you want, priestess ?"

Her pith beat rose in her again. Astraea forgive me, I need to keep my celibacy. I can not be sent to those men ! Being careful to keep her backtalk and sassing on the warrior woman's hill, she gave her muted response as clearly as she could."Mno, mleafe !"

A hand stroked her head."dear miss. Let 's Bob Hope you can hear discipline."Cords stuck out on the chieftain's neck opening, as she took a steadying breath."You have an incredibly sweetness mouth."

pridefulness burned in Iona at the compliment, although she tried to curb it. She started bobbing her read/write head to get more motion into her tongue movement. It 's just to survive. I do n't need 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 sweetness oral fissure. She tried to not cogitate about how erotic she felt whilst enjoying this. The tingling in her womanhood had gap to her total body.

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

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

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

"Enter !"the chief barked.

A noise at the tent flap behind her told of men entering. Her face burned, and her hips and ass felt exposed and vulnerable, but she had learnt from lastly time. This was a examination. She kept her back talk at her task, and stared devotedly at the steppe woman.

"chief Helga, we would care 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 mouths. Iona realized they must have recognized her dress.

"Do you like my new pet ? I picked her up in a temple a day 's drive from here,"the steppe womanhood said lazily."You received reports of our raid, yes ? That 's how long it took to produce her my pet. A day."Iona felt dishonor burning through her. She did n't eff 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 wealthiness was too steep a damage to pay for peace with my tribe."

Slowly, the men walked closer towards the two woman. Iona could feel them at her back. One of them stood by her side, but well out of arm's reaching. He could see her face clearly, and what she was doing. Making for sure her clapper was still working on the cleaning woman 's puss, she risked a look at who it was.

Glaring down at her with eyes burning with righteous bureau was the mellow priest of Cordava. He had a perpetually butt aspect on his face and his greying bushy eyebrows and face fungus bristled as he recognized her. Iona felt herself stop, and ripped her eyes away to await at Helga again. She refused to search at the high priest again.

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

"We had reports that you had ransacked the holy temple of Astraea yesterday,"the high school priest said stiffly."Even for a wildcat such as you, we thought there were limit point to your depravity."His representative held scorn ; Iona knew this man, though. His part 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 innocence and chastity."The old man snorted contemptuously at the warrior woman 's suddenly ravening grinning."You could suffer put that robe on any whore, after you took it from a priestess."

That wolfish smile remained on the barbaric char."Do you believe I did ?"

For a moment, he did n't reply. Iona was n't trusted if he would call up 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 utmost visit to that temple. Clearly this cocotte never belonged as one of our priestesses."

chagrin 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 study silently. For some ground 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 kin. I am giving you one hazard, one, because I am generous and this sweet mouth is pleasing. Send me tribute, half the wealth of your city. Or I will kill your men, and assume your womanhood for me and my men. Your daughters and wife will share this priestess's fate. It will accept lupus erythematosus than a day after you die for them to be my deary. Do you make sons ? The prettiest will go to my men. The rest will die."She looked back at the sometime man."Send me tribute, and we will exit. Defy us, and we will force what is left of you to submit."

Iona heard grumble of assent, but the words that came from the high-pitched priest were noncompliant."You will obtain nothing from us. You can keep your whore, we will not submit. We will go to the divinity untainted ! We are ready to die rather than see you godless wildcat profit."

The fair sex paused. Then she addressed the other men."one-half your city's wealth, and you kill him. You can recount them I did it if you wish."

Iona paused, and half turned to see the essence this whirl 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 collapsible shelter.

"station waggon 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 flush, Iona could get word racket of protestation from the gamey priest. She heard them leave the tent, a loud cry, and then muteness. She felt a fit of shame for the old man. He had never been a impudent man, only garish and unregenerate.

A strong, lissom manus tilted her Kuki up. She let her tongue come away from Helga's pussy.

"As for you…"the chieftain 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 rim, and forced her mouth give wide, wider, until her jaw hurt."We 're going to get life-threatening now. ”