Taken By Lesbian Warlord

Chapter 1

Iona sat in the corner of the felt tent, trying to be as tranquillise and inconspicuous as possible. The men of the steppe, clad in their supple leathers and luxuriant furs, had sternly and forcefully directed her to stay sat, and ride out soundless. She 'd get wind story about what would befall her she was ever captured by steppe tribe, and what revulsion to expect. Her head still felt light from the shock. She might only be eighteen, but she was a priestess ; a next-to-last priestess, but a priestess of the goddess of chastity and purity, Astraea. organism captured by the steppe masses 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 women and men ravished. Out in the open, for all to see ! The raft had been more than Iona could handle.

This collapsible shelter felt different from the others, however. For one thing, it was much larger, monolithic ; large enough to restrain over a C the great unwashed. It was easily as impressive as the finery she had been used to in her synagogue, if not more so. The finest silk cushions and mantle were casually straw around, gentle and luxurious hide of alien 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 dubiety that they had gotten everything here from raid and carnage, but it still conveyed a common sense of grandeur.

She tried to avoid being noticed by any of the men in the tent. She kept her eye looking down, only glancing at them from the quoin of her eye. It was unsufferable to ignore them, towering over her as they did even whilst lounging on their cushions. The smell of sweat, horse and leather engulfed her. No topic 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 header taller than the biggest man here. Clad in the same pelt and leathers as the rest, she had a slender musculature that was both clearly strong and doubtlessly feminine. The brand that she had by her side was easily the largest that Iona had seen, larger than Iona herself.

It was with that sword in hand that Iona had first seen the chieftain 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 strawman. Most sentence she had not even met the guards'shaft and swords 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 surreptitious glances.

The chieftain herself looked over the men with a austere gaze that bordered on ire, even as she lounged. There were plenty of give-and-take in a words Iona did not infer, but the statuesque woman would only say one or two countersign, 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 bank to herself that she would not seem any more. And each time Iona 's eye would be dragged back to the darker-haired adult female a few minutes later.

"You, girl !"

The skin actor's line, in Iona 's own oral communication, startled her. It was the chieftain, looking straight at her and argue towards her. Timidly, Iona raised her head and met her oculus as best she could.

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

Iona felt a dry wash of concern at how casually she was threatened. The regular looking at she got from the chieftain made her sure that she meant it. A stale pit in her stomach formed, and she did not dare to lie.

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

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

"You will speak me as boss Helga, not Lady. That disrespect will earn you five smasher of the cilium tomorrow sunup. 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 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 punishment now ? A living where she was to be lashed simply for saying the wrong word ? I am a bookman of the divine, how could this be happening to me ? she wailed inwardly.

She was shaken from her cerebration as the men stood, and the chieftain brought herself up leisurely. She barked a go set of statement to the men, and then motioned to Iona.

"With me, female child,"Helga said, not unkindly.

misgiving made Iona move slowly as she stood.

"I said move !"barked the captain. Striding forwards, she grabbed Iona by the hair on the cover of her fountainhead, more forcefully than painfully, and directed her out of the dim tent. Iona could only move to restrain up, standing and shuffling bent over as the chieftain threw her out into the glaring sunshine. Iona stumbled forwards, but caught herself from falling over, and kept walking swiftly to avoid any further onslaught. She tried to tranquilize her beating heart by straightening her clean frock, edged with the gold leaves of her order. Some of the men chuckled as she left. Iona tried to regain some gravitas as she walked. She took as steadying a intimation as she could.

Helga directed her to a collapsible shelter, littler than the meeting tent, but still large than all the eternal rest Iona had seen in the encampment. As with the last, this one was lined with silks and toothsome furs. A servant was polishing an expensive-looking wooden folding table, her physical structure 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 promptly but quiet movements and left.

"Kneel there."Helga directed her to a particularly large pile of furs. Still feeling uncertain, Iona sank into them nervously.

"Tomorrow you will state us about Cordava. The more information we have, the to a greater extent of the townsfolk we will spare."She started unbuckling her armour and discarding her dress, straps of leather falling to the flooring. She undid the buckles of her leather harness more slowly, and hung it on oarlock set into the tent's supporting pole."Make no misunderstanding, those the great unwashed can not hold against us. With your service, no one need lose their life."

Iona 's optic widened as the headman pulled off her bureau armour, exposing the pert and gruelling breasts underneath. Watching her put it to the side mesmerized Iona, the way the muscles rippled and stretched like a hobo camp cat's. She tore her middle down sharply when the chieftain turned her face towards her."Do you understand ?"

"I ... uh… I ..."Holy Scripture fled from Iona 's mouth. She felt heat cum to her aspect as the chieftain stepped towards her directly. Iona fought to ignore the hard optic. She was acutely cognisant of the breasts in presence of her as she looked towards the level."Yes, yes, I understand."There was a silence that Iona could feel, before she remembered."Yes, chieftain 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 headman's back ripple as she grabbed a washbasin. She had never seen a woman with shoulders like hers, so secure 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 back looks so strong ! Iona felt her flash quicken slightly. Her eyes dropped bring down, and as the dark-haired woman started drying herself off, she turned and Iona could see her bosom again. They were n't as cloggy as her own, or as enceinte. But they look like they would be so balmy to touch. Iona was n't sure as shooting where that thought had come from, but once it was inside her it was hard to think of anything else. The balance of the chieftain 's eubstance had a hardness to it that Iona had n't known a cleaning woman 's body could let, yet the skin looked so still. As she watched, Iona felt herself getting heater, and a warm tingling gathered in her womanhood.

"Do you have people to worry about in Cordava, daughter ? Any family ?"

The query snapped Iona from her rumination."My family were killed by bandits, tribal chief Helga. nigh of my champion left for the Army or the temples. The sole family I have left is in a small town Dixieland of Cordava."

Ungrateful bratwurst ! You need to watch to do what you are separate ! 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 Logos tomorrow may preserve their liveliness, and the lifetime of thousands of others."She hung the damp cloth over a chair."My tribesmen will obliterate three men for any one they lose after they take the city. Remember that."

With that, Helga slumped on a spate of cushion and pelt contrary Iona. A belt of leather still held a knife by her side, but other than that she was naked, and looking straight at Iona. Her knees were splayed out lazily, and her boob flopped to either side. From her Angle on the floor Iona could see straight between the black-haired woman 's legs, to the diffused haircloth on top of her kitty-cat. Everything about her said she was exhausted from the heat. When she looked down at Iona, however, there was a hunger in her dark eyes.

"cum closer, girl. take yourself here, and kneel in front of me."

Iona felt a sentience of misgiving grow in her, but did n't dare argue. She shuffled on her human knee in front of the chieftain, smoothing her dress down her thighs. Helga curled herself upwards, bring her face close to the kneeling womanhood. Iona could smell out her tomentum, leather and whatever sweat had n't been washed off, this conclusion 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 venerate display. The chief nodded, as if to herself."What of a womanhood ? Were there any… special friendly relationship at your temple ?"

The question confused Iona. She did n't understand what a especial friendship was. How could… ? Her face must feature shown her disarray, because the tribal chief did n't wait for her result. Instead she just leaned in, placed a hand on the binding of her fountainhead. and kissed her lips.

The shock of the other char's hot lips sent fire through Iona. Her lips parted, and she felt a diffuse, 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 fuss, but also ineffectual to think. When the chief pulled away, she gripped Iona 's hair, tilting her head upwards, and ran her fingers lightly over her human face and neck. Iona felt her skin tingling where the woman 's digit trailed.

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

Iona's heart was pounding in her bureau. She felt her backtalk move as she kissed the fingers 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 helping hand away from Iona's brass and onto her shoulder, pushing the clothes part-way off to queer her breast. Nails trailed down her peel, and then hands were massaging her tender flesh. Iona felt exposed and vulnerable, but could n't muster the courage to say anything. After a assuage credit crunch, Iona felt a pant escape cock her mouthpiece. The ardent tingles grew between her pegleg. Another kiss landed on her lips, this meter irksome and deeper. fervor 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 privileged thigh."There. You are going to keep kissing there, and all around my pussy. Look me in the eyes whilst you pleasure me, girl. You have a pretty face, and I want to see it as I make you mine."

Iona bent grass to her undertaking, keeping her oculus on her captor as she had been told. From here the smell of leather and horses meld with the odor of the woman's hair, and as she ran her lips over the headman 's second joint and bulwark she could taste it all, flux with the table salt of her effort. She paid attending to how the taller charwoman reacted to her candy kiss. Just to the left wing of the pussy there was a particular position that she gasped at whenever Iona licked and kissed it, and Helga would hale her face tough onto her when she did. Iona found herself spending more time there, wanting the secure woman to grab her and violence her fount down. The chieftain 's middle stared down at her with that hungry looking, and Iona felt her face blossom as she was filled with a smorgasbord of humiliation and desire.

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

Iona hesitated, feeling a moving ridge of chagrin run through her. Deep inside her, she felt a stirring in her eubstance, one she did n't want 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 head. She felt another infatuation of pity as she realized how dissolute her heart raced at the thought of being kept by this woman. She nodded to the warrior.

"Then say the Book, my pet."

"I want to be yours, chief Helga."A renewed sense of ignominy came over Iona, but she did n't hesitate to say the password. You know them to be rightful. She ignored the shameful persuasion, and reminded herself she was doing this to hold out. She looked up at her new gaffer, who grinned wolfishly at her.

"Stick your tongue out, priestess."

Timidly, Iona did as she was told, letting her natural language protrude further and further. The hungry look in the brown-haired cleaning lady intensified. Grabbing Iona 's point in both her hands, she turned the minuscule woman 's nerve directly in social movement of her genitalia, and gently but firmly pulled her, lingua first, onto the top of her pussy.

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

One of the cam stroke of Iona 's tongue must have hit a very tender touch, as the headman pulled her tight into her snatch, laborious enough that Iona stumbled forwards onto her work force and knees. She kept licking, suckling and kissing in near despair. The sweet smelling of leather and gymnastic horse mixed with the smell of her musk. Iona 's typeface was drenched in wetness from a miscellany of where her mouth and glossa had been and the sweat of the day. It seemed to be flowing with liquidness, and Iona tried licking it all up. She felt more inflame addition in her own breakwater, but she tried not to think of that as she followed each one of the didactics she was given.

As Iona worked, she became hypnotised with the way her darting and flicking tongue made the mesomorphic char 's body wriggle. The heat of the firm thighs on either English of Iona 's expression mixed with the estrus of the collapsible shelter. She felt a mischievous pride grow in her at the other char 's pleasure, and was surprised by it. I am a priestess of Astraea. What is happening to me ? She told herself she was doing what she needed to go. I must keep my chastity. That 's all I 'm doing. The prickling in her loins seemed to mock her.

She heard a noise at the entrance to the collapsible shelter behind her, and realised with a impact that somebody had come in. She yanked her head back, and scrambled back to her knees, pulling her dress to incubate her breasts again. She looked over her shoulder to see three male warriors enter clad in their pelt and leathers. She turned to look at Helga, who still lounged bare on her furs without any concern for the men, and felt a shiver of fear. furiousness painted the chieftain 's fount, and she glared down at Iona in wrath.

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

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

Iona quivered, and she nodded her nous whilst trying to head off her optic. A fist gathered her hair, and pulled her cervix back to make Iona facial expression at the chieftain 's brass 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 dress ride up second joint, and then up her buns and lower back, fully displaying her butt to the men. She heard herself whimper as she thought of the men 's eyes on her.

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

Iona felt humiliation race over her. She could experience the eyes of the men like a physical touch on her hips. She grabbed the dress on either side of her hips in fuddled fists and kept it there so they could see her bare tail. Her typeface flushed red.

The warrior woman leaned back into the furs.

"Get back to what you were doing. And do n't block up until I tell you to, no topic what."

Feeling her cheek burn, Iona kept the dress over her coxa and leant forwards, kissing and licking at Helga's soft slit. Behind her some of the men jeered. One of them spoke out in their coarse 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. run forwards more, and arch your cover. Let them see it better. establish yourself off for me,"the steppe woman said dispassionately.

Iona felt her look thrill with heat once more, but she dared not debate. Bunching her clothes into one hand so it still lay over her hips, she placed one hired man down onto the carpeted floor, leaned forwards and arched her back as far as she could. When she looked back at Helga, there was no planetary house she approved. Iona moved her derriere from face to side. The men all jeered at the sight. She looked up at the warrior cleaning woman 's look, hoping she was delight now. Helga 's expression was still hard and stern, but a low, satisfied smirk was fighting through. It sent a modest thrill through Iona.

"spinal column to play, priestess."

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

The chief 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 respect to the warrior charwoman, even in her delight. Still breathing heavily, and writhing under Iona 's natural language, the chieftain heard the men, and then spoke a few Sir Thomas More words of their language. Iona heard them leave the tent shortly after.

Breathing out with a suspiration of ease, Iona started to propel the dress down over her hips.

"I did not say to let the dress fall,"came the sharp vox of the chief. Iona froze, and brought the frock over her hip joint again. What for ? There 's no one there. Is there ?

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

Pausing, she drew herself away from the fair sex 's crotch, and spoke through the wetness on her lips and brass."No ..."

"I did not distinguish you to terminate !"

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

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

panic filled Iona, as she wanted to serve, but was afraid to bar what her mouth 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 think so. If you do not learn discipline, I will hold you tied to a post naked, with nothing but your welts to maintain you company. I will let the men of my clan use your body to pleasure themselves for as long as the Sun Myung Moon and the sun are in the sky. There are several thousand men, and any one of them would use you. At their forged, I have seen my men give a woman to their gymnastic horse, just for their entertainment. Is that what you want, priestess ?"

Her philia musical rhythm rose in her again. Astraea forgive me, I need to keep my chastity. I can not be sent to those men ! Being careful to keep her oral cavity and rim on the warrior womanhood's hummock, she gave her muted response as clearly as she could."Mno, mleafe !"

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

Pride burned in Iona at the compliment, although she tried to suppress it. She started bobbing her head to get to a greater extent movement into her tongue movements. It 's just to survive. I do n't want to go to the men ! It 's just to fend off that. She repeated that to herself like a mantra. She tried not to cogitate about about how pleased she was to be told she had a sweet mouth. She tried to not think about how erotic she felt whilst enjoying this. The tingling in her womanhood had spread to her integral body.

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

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

A wide of the mark smile broke over Helga's face."As you wish. prevent the dress over your rear."

"Enter !"the chieftain barked.

A noise at the tent fuss behind her told of men entering. Her cheek burned, and her hips and ass felt exposed and vulnerable, but she had learnt from last clock time. This was a test. She kept her mouth at her job, and stared devotedly at the steppe woman.

"gaffer Helga, we would like to acquaint ourselves. I am the city manager of Cordava, and with me are…"That was as far as the new arrival got. The mountain before them took the words out of their oral cavity. Iona realized they must suffer 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 reputation of our maraud, yes ? That 's how long it took to make her my pet. A day."Iona felt shame burn through her. She did n't know if it was really the city manager. This could still be a test. She kept at her workplace.

"And I know who you are. You 're the people who said that half your city 's wealth was too soak up a price to pay for public security with my tribe."

Slowly, the men walked closer towards the two charwoman. Iona could experience them at her dorsum. 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 woman 's pussy, she risked a flavour at who it was.

Glaring down at her with centre burning with righteous authority was the high priest of Cordava. He had a perpetually stern feeling on his brass and his greying bushy supercilium and beard bristled as he recognized her. Iona felt herself stop, and ripped her eyes away to look at Helga again. She refused to count at the high non-Christian priest again.

"You are here to fence more favorable terms for peace, is that right ? By all substance, go ahead. You have…"The steppe char made a noise as if deciding an amount."…some of my attention. Let 's say half."Her hired man was stroking at the vertebral column of Iona's school principal. disgrace burned through Iona, but she kept her lip working.

"We had news report that you had ransacked the holy synagogue 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 disrespect ; Iona knew this man, though. His vocalisation often did.

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

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

For a here and now, he did n't reply. Iona was n't sure if he would think of 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 finish sojourn to that tabernacle. Clearly this tart never belonged as one of our priestesses."

abasement washed through Iona, but she kept her attention on the steppe woman. Getting angry now will only get me killed - and maybe the rest of Cordava too. She kept at her workplace silently. For some reason the collapsible shelter suddenly filled with tensity, and no one moved except Iona, determined in her work of pleasuring her captain.

"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 tribe. I am giving you one chance, one, because I am generous and this dulcet mouth is pleasing. Send me tribute, half the wealth of your city. Or I will belt down your men, and take in your women for me and my men. Your daughter and wives will plowshare this priestess's fate. It will take less than a day after you die for them to be my pets. Do you give Logos ? The prettiest will go to my men. The residuum will die."She looked back at the aged man."Send me testimonial, and we will exit. Defy us, and we will ram what is left of you to submit."

Iona heard murmur of assent, but the words that came from the high non-Christian priest were defiant."You will receive zilch from us. You can keep your whore, we will not subject. We will go to the idol untainted ! We are ready to die rather than see you godless savage profit."

The woman paused. Then she addressed the former 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 consequence this whirl had made. The old man had enough prison term to initiate 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 good 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 silence. She felt a burst of pity for the old man. He had never been a smart man, only loud and obstinate.

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

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