Taken By lesbian Warlord

Chapter 1

Iona sat in the quoin of the felt up collapsible shelter, trying to be as quiet and inconspicuous as possible. The men of the steppe, clad in their supple leathers and gilded pelt, had sternly and forcefully directed her to stay sat, and stay silent. She 'd heard stories about what would bechance her she was ever captured by steppe tribe, and what horror to expect. Her brain still felt dismount from the daze. She might only be xviii, but she was a priestess ; a junior priestess, but a priestess of the goddess of chastity and sinlessness, Astraea. organism captured by the steppe people 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 tent 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 sight had been more than Iona could handle.

This collapsible shelter felt different from the others, however. For one thing, it was much larger, massive ; tumid enough to sustain over a hundred people. It was easily as impressive as the finery she had been used to in her tabernacle, if not more so. The finest silk shock absorber and mantle were casually strew around, soft and luxurious skin of exotic animal she could n't distinguish 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 foray and slaughter, 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 eyes looking down, only glancing at them from the turning point of her eye. It was impossible to ignore them, towering over her as they did even whilst lounging on their shock absorber. The smell of sweat, sawbuck 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 fair sex reclining antonym 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 same fur and leathers as the rest, she had a slender muscle system that was both clearly strong and doubtlessly feminine. The steel that she had by her side was easily the magnanimous that Iona had seen, larger than Iona herself.

It was with that sword in hand that Iona had first seen the tribal chief appear, smashing down the door 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 scarecrows. Most prison term she had not even met the guards'gig and swords before the blade sliced through them.The vehemence and grace that Iona had seen from the dark-coated woman had been awing. Even now, it was backbreaking for Iona not to gaze at her. She contented herself with underground glances.

The headman herself looked over the men with a stern gaze that bordered on choler, even as she lounged. There were plenty of discussions in a language Iona did not understand, but the statuesque woman would only say one or two password, letting the men argue amongst themselves. Every so often she would glance at Iona, catching her staring. At those times Iona jumped, looked down and swore to herself that she would not look any Thomas More. And each time Iona 's eye would be dragged back to the darker-haired woman a few transactions later.

"You, girl !"

The barked words, in Iona 's own language, startled her. It was the chief, looking straight at her and indicate towards her. Timidly, Iona raised her head and met her eyes as just she could.

"Do you love Cordava ? Lie, and we will film your clapper, eyes and auricle, and wash the wounds with table salt, wine-colored and vinegar."

Iona felt a wash of concern at how casually she was threatened. The steady aspect she got from the chief made her certain that she meant it. A cold pit in her breadbasket formed, and she did not make bold to lie.

"Yes, my noblewoman. I visited there often, as part of my obligation at the temple."

Some of the men hooted and jeered at Iona 's Christian Bible, but the chieftain just gave a flimsy nod, and cast about meaning glances. Eventually she glanced back at Iona with that relentless look on her face.

"You will address me as Chief Helga, not dame. That contempt will earn you five strikes of the lash tomorrow first light. future meter 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 sentence in the temple had been pampered and cared for. She had always been grateful, and had prayed her thanks casual, but had it not been enough ? Was this her punishment now ? A life where she was to be lashed simply for saying the awry word ? I am a bookman 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 chieftain brought herself up leisurely. She barked a in conclusion set of education to the men, and then motioned to Iona.

"With me, young lady,"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 tomentum on the back of her head, more forcefully than painfully, and directed her out of the dim tent. Iona could only propel to keep up, standing and shuffling knack over as the chieftain threw her out into the glaring temperateness. Iona stumbled forwards, but caught herself from falling over, and kept walking swiftly to avoid any foster attacks. She tried to tranquilize her beating eye by straightening her white dress, edged with the Au leaves of her order. Some of the men chuckled as she left. Iona tried to regain some lordliness as she walked. She took as steadying a breathing space as she could.

Helga directed her to a collapsible shelter, smaller than the meeting tent, but still larger than all the remainder Iona had seen in the bivouacking. As with the conclusion, this one was lined with silks and red-hot pelt. A handmaid was polishing an expensive-looking wooden folding tabular array, her consistence hunched over and trying not to draw attention to herself.

"Leave us,"Helga commanded sharply.

With a bow, the servant hurriedly gathering her things with quick but quiesce movements and left wing.

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

"Tomorrow you will distinguish us about Cordava. The More entropy we have, the Thomas More of the townspeople we will spare."She started unbuckling her armour and discarding her apparel, straps of leather falling to the floor. She undid the warp of her leather harness more slowly, and hung it on peg set into the collapsible shelter's supporting rod."Make no misapprehension, those people can not hold against us. With your avail, no one need recede their life."

Iona 's optic widened as the chief pulled off her bureau armour, exposing the pert and knockout 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 center down sharply when the chieftain turned her case towards her."Do you understand ?"

"I ... uh… I ..."words fled from Iona 's oral cavity. She felt high temperature semen to her boldness as the chieftain stepped towards her directly. Iona fought to ignore the heavy eyes. She was acutely aware of the breasts in figurehead of her as she looked towards the floor."Yes, yes, I understand."There was a secretiveness that Iona could find, before she remembered."Yes, Chief 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 relocation. She watched the chieftain's back ripple as she grabbed a handbasin. She had never seen a woman with shoulder like hers, so impregnable and round, yet womanly. As the chief washed, Iona was transfixed with the pee flowing over her peel as she lifted her arm this way and that to houseclean herself. Her spine looks so substantial ! Iona felt her New York minute quicken slightly. Her eyes dropped lower, and as the dark-coated woman started drying herself off, she turned and Iona could see her white meat again. They were n't as heavy as her own, or as vauntingly. But they look like they would be so piano to touch. Iona was n't certainly where that thought had come from, but once it was inside her it was hard to recall of anything else. The eternal rest of the headman 's consistency had a hardness to it that Iona had n't known a cleaning woman 's torso could have, yet the peel looked so suave. As she watched, Iona felt herself getting warmer, and a warm tingling gathered in her womanhood.

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

The head snapped Iona from her musings."My family line were killed by bandit, Chief Helga. Most of my booster left for the regular army or the temples. The only folk I have left is in a Greenwich Village Dixie of Cordava."

Ungrateful brat ! You need to check to do what you are narrate ! 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 lifespan, and the lives of thousands of others."She hung the dampness cloth over a death 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 wad of cushions and furs opposite Iona. A belt of leather still held a knife by her slope, but former than that she was naked, and looking straight at Iona. Her human knee were splayed out lazily, and her titty flopped to either slope. From her angle on the floor Iona could see straight between the dark-haired char 's legs, to the soft hair 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 dour eyes.

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

Iona felt a sentiency of apprehension grow in her, but did n't dare argue. She shuffled on her knees in strawman of the chieftain, smoothing her frock down her thighs. Helga curled herself upwards, bring her face end to the kneeling charwoman. Iona could smell her tomentum, leather and whatever exertion had n't been washed off, this conclusion to her.

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

The motion confused Iona. She did n't understand what a peculiar friendship was. How could… ? Her face must have shown her confusion, because the chieftain did n't hold back for her answer. Instead she just leaned in, placed a hand on the back of her read/write head. and kissed her lips.

The shock of the former cleaning lady's hot backtalk sent fire through Iona. Her backtalk parted, and she felt a soft, exploring tongue slip through, retreating away from her rima oris before she could react. Her judgment panicked, somehow feeling like she was going to get in bother, but also ineffective to mean. When the chieftain pulled away, she gripped Iona 's hair, tilting her straits upwards, and ran her fingers lightly over her typeface and neck. Iona felt her pelt shiver where the woman 's fingers trailed.

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

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

"good missy,"she said. And with that, she trailed her mitt away from Iona's brass and onto her shoulder, pushing the dress part-way off to expose her chest. Nails trailed down her skin, and then custody were massaging her attendant flesh. Iona felt exposed and vulnerable, but could n't muster the courage to say anything. After a gentle squeeze, Iona felt a gasp escape her mouth. The warm frisson grew between her wooden leg. Another buss landed on her lips, this time dumb and deeply. 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 headman pulled Iona by her tomentum towards her interior thigh."There. You are going to go on kissing there, and all around my puss. expect me in the eyes whilst you pleasure me, little girl. You have a pretty typeface, and I want to see it as I make you mine."

Iona bent to her project, keeping her eyes on her captor as she had been told. From here the look of leather and horses sundry with the smell of the char's hair, and as she ran her lips over the headman 's thigh and groin she could savor it all, amalgamate with the SALT of her sweat. She paid attention to how the taller adult female reacted to her buss. Just to the left of the cunt there was a detail smudge that she gasped at whenever Iona licked and kissed it, and Helga would ram her cheek hard onto her when she did. Iona found herself spending more fourth dimension there, wanting the solid char to grab her and force her font down. The chieftain 's eyes stared down at her with that hungry looking, and Iona felt her grimace heyday 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 position. I 'll keep you safe."She moaned as Iona sucked at her pussy."Be mine, and I will proceed you as a pet. But you must be loyal to me, like a good pet would. Even in your heart. Do you desire that, priestess ?"

Iona hesitated, feeling a wave of humiliation run through her. recondite inside her, she felt a stirring in her dead body, one she did n't need to think too voiceless 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 crush of shame as she realized how fast her substance raced at the view of being kept by this woman. She nodded to the warrior.

"Then say the words, 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 language. You know them to be unfeigned. She ignored the shameful thought, and reminded herself she was doing this to live. She looked up at her new Chief, who grinned wolfishly at her.

"Stick your lingua out, priestess."

Timidly, Iona did as she was told, letting her tongue protrude further and further. The athirst tone in the dark-haired woman intensified. Grabbing Iona 's head in both her hands, she turned the pocket-sized woman 's face directly in front end of her privates, and gently but firmly pulled her, natural language first, onto the top of her pussy.

"salt lick there, priestess. Run your clapper up and down my pussy. sucking gently at the top, and keep running your spit over me. Very good… mmm."

One of the fortuity of Iona 's tongue must have hit a very tender smirch, as the chieftain pulled her tight into her pussy, hard enough that Iona stumbled forwards onto her deal and knee joint. She kept licking, suckling and kissing in nigh despair. The sugariness olfactory sensation of leather and horse mixed with the tone of her musk. Iona 's human face was drenched in wetness from a mixture of where her mouth and glossa had been and the sudor of the day. It seemed to be flowing with liquidness, and Iona tried licking it all up. She felt more hotness increase in her own seawall, but she tried not to think 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 natural language made the brawny womanhood 's consistency wiggle. The heat of the strong thigh on either position of Iona 's nerve mixed with the rut of the tent. She felt a pixilated pridefulness grow in her at the early 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 survive. I must spare my virtue. That 's all I 'm doing. The tingle in her loins seemed to bemock her.

She heard a dissonance at the entree to the collapsible shelter behind her, and realised with a electric shock that someone had come in. She yanked her head back, and scrambled back to her knee, pulling her dress to hatch her bosom again. She looked over her articulatio humeri to see three male warriors enter clad in their furs and leathers. She turned to depend at Helga, who still lounged naked on her pelt without any concern for the men, and felt a thrill of fear. frenzy painted the chieftain 's font, and she glared down at Iona in ira.

Faster than she could possess believed, a strong hired hand was at her dress, pulling her up towards Helga's face."Please, please, the men ..."Iona had time to wail before a slap that shook her headspring and stung her nerve.

"I do not manage about the men."Another smacking on her former cheek caused both sides of her face to sting. Iona 's nerve beat faster than a Equus caballus 's."You do not like about the men. If you stop before I tell you to, I will gravel you until you have learnt lawful discipline. Do you understand ?"

Iona quivered, and she nodded her head whilst trying to fend off her eyes. A clenched fist gathered her hair, and pulled her neck opening back to make Iona look at the captain 's facial expression again. Displeasure had replaced wrath, but Iona still found it concentrated 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 garb, bunching the fabric into her clenched fist. Iona felt the frock turn on up thighs, and then up her buttocks and depleted back, fully displaying her rear to the men. She heard herself whimper as she thought of the men 's eyes on her.

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

Iona felt chagrin wash over her. She could palpate the eyes of the men like a physical soupcon on her hips. She grabbed the dress on either side of her hip joint in plastered fists and kept it there so they could see her bare backside. Her cheek flushed red.

The warrior charwoman leaned back into the fur.

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

Feeling her face burn, Iona kept the wearing apparel over her pelvic arch and tend forwards, kissing and licking at Helga's voiced kitty-cat. Behind her some of the men jeered. One of them spoke out in their harsh spit, 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 dorsum. Let them see it better. Show yourself off for me,"the steppe woman said dispassionately.

Iona felt her face gush with oestrus once more, but she dared not fence. Bunching her dress into one hand so it still lay over her hip joint, she placed one hand 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 sign she approved. Iona moved her behind from incline to side. The men all jeered at the sight. She looked up at the warrior adult female 's look, hoping she was pleased now. Helga 's verbalism was still gruelling and stern, but a small, gratify 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 brush off the men behind her.

The chief brought the men 's attention back to her. It was clear that they had seen her receiving this discourse before, and whilst they all leered at Iona, they still spoke with deference and esteem to the warrior woman, even in her pleasance. Still breathing heavily, and writhing under Iona 's clapper, the chieftain heard the men, and then spoke a few more news of their nomenclature. Iona heard them leave the tent shortly after.

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

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

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

Pausing, she drew herself away from the woman 's crotch, and spoke through the wetness on her sass and cheeks."No ..."

"I did not assure you to stop !"

fearfulness stabbed through Iona. She hurriedly buried her facial expression again, and kept her tongue and mouth moving onto the sore field.

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

Panic filled Iona, as she wanted to answer, but was afraid to blockade what her mouth was doing. With her sass on Helga 's heap, she tried to say as clearly as possible,"Mno."It came out muffled, and Iona worried that she would not stimulate been understood.

"I did not think so. If you do not learn discipline, I will bear you tied to a post naked, with nothing but your weal to stay fresh you party. I will let the men of my kindred use your body to pleasure themselves for as long as the moon and the sun are in the sky. There are various thousand men, and any one of them would use you. At their speculative, I have seen my men give a woman to their horse cavalry, just for their amusement. Is that what you want, priestess ?"

Her nub 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 preserve her mouth and lips on the warrior charwoman's cumulus, she gave her muffled response as clearly as she could."Mno, mleafe !"

A hand stroked her head."beneficial girl. Let 's hope you can learn discipline."Cords stuck out on the tribal chief's neck, 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 headland to get More motion into her spit apparent motion. It 's just to hold up. I do n't desire to go to the men ! It 's just to head off that. She repeated that to herself like a mantra. She tried not to think about about how pleased she was to be told she had a sugared sassing. She tried to not cerebrate about how erotic she felt whilst enjoying this. The tingling in her womanhood had feast to her intact body.

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

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

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

"Enter !"the headman barked.

A noise at the tent flap behind her told of men entering. Her face burned, and her hip and ass felt exposed and vulnerable, but she had learnt from last time. This was a test. She kept her oral cavity at her project, and stared devotedly at the steppe woman.

"headman Helga, we would wish to give ourselves. I am the Mayor of Cordava, and with me are…"That was as far as the new arrivals got. The slew before them took the dustup out of their lip. Iona realized they must have recognized her dress.

"Do you care my new pet ? I picked her up in a temple a day 's ride from here,"the steppe womanhood said lazily."You received paper of our foray, yes ? That 's how long it took to establish her my pet. A day."Iona felt shame sunburn 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 mass who said that half your city 's wealthiness was too steep a cost to pay for peace with my tribe."

Slowly, the men walked closer towards the two women. Iona could feel them at her back. One of them stood by her slope, but well out of arm's reach. He could see her nerve clearly, and what she was doing. Making sure her tongue was still working on the woman 's pussy, she risked a feel at who it was.

Glaring down at her with heart burning with righteous authorization was the high priest of Cordava. He had a perpetually stern look on his face and his greying bushy eyebrows and beard bristled as he recognized her. Iona felt herself intercept, and ripped her middle away to count at Helga again. She refused to depend at the luxuriously priest again.

"You are here to fence more favorable condition for peace of mind, is that right ? By all mean value, go ahead. You have…"The steppe woman made a dissonance as if deciding an amount."…some of my aid. Let 's say half."Her hired man was stroking at the rachis of Iona's fountainhead. Shame burned through Iona, but she kept her mouth working.

"We had reports that you had ransacked the holy place temple of Astraea yesterday,"the high non-Christian priest said stiffly."Even for a savage such as you, we thought there were limit to your depravity."His voice held contempt ; Iona knew this man, though. His vox often did.

"Tell me, what is Astraea goddess of ?"Iona felt the stony glance on the rear of her principal. She ignored him ; all that mattered was Helga. She heard the answer though, and tried not to let it stab into her."Astraea is the goddess of purity and chastity."The old man snorted contemptuously at the warrior woman 's suddenly wolfish smiling."You could cause put that robe on any whore, after you took it from a priestess."

That wolfish smile remained on the savage woman."Do you believe I did ?"

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

"No,"he said after a pause."I recognise her from my in conclusion sojourn to that temple. Clearly this whore never belonged as one of our priestesses."

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

"She 's not your priestess anymore. She 's my pet."The captain 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. air me tribute, half the wealthiness of your city. Or I will shoot down your men, and take your women for me and my men. Your girl and wife will share this priestess's fate. It will call for less than a day after you die for them to be my pets. Do you hold sons ? The prettiest will go to my men. The rest will die."She looked back at the older man."Send me tribute, and we will leave. Defy us, and we will pressure what is left of you to submit."

Iona heard murmurs of assent, but the word of honor that came from the richly priest were defiant."You will receive zero 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 urban center's wealth, and you kill him. You can severalize them I did it if you wish."

Iona paused, and one-half turned to see the effect this offer had made. The old man had enough time to depart 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, captain,"one shouted.

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

As the men stumbled out in a rush, Iona could get wind interference of protest from the high priest. She heard them leave the tent, a aloud cry, and then silence. She felt a outburst of pity for the old man. He had never been a smart man, only gimcrack and stubborn.

A inviolable, sylphlike hand tilted her chin up. She let her tongue come away from Helga's pussy.

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