Taken By Lesbian Warlord

Chapter 1

Iona sat in the corner of the felt up tent, trying to be as quiet and invisible as possible. The men of the steppe, clad in their supple leathers and luxurious pelt, had sternly and forcefully directed her to rest sat, and stay silent. She 'd find out stories about what would bechance her she was ever captured by steppe kinship group, and what repugnance to expect. Her header still felt light up from the shock. She might only be xviii, but she was a priestess ; a junior priestess, but a priestess of the goddess of chastity and purity, Astraea. existence captured by the steppe people was a disaster. 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 adult female and men ravished. Out in the open, for all to see ! The wad had been more than Iona could handle.

This tent felt different from the others, however. For one thing, it was much bombastic, massive ; bombastic enough to hold over a hundred hoi polloi. It was easily as impressive as the finery she had been used to in her synagogue, if not more so. The finest silk shock and blanket were casually strewn around, soft and luxurious hide of exotic brute 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 raids and slaughter, but it still conveyed a sense of grandeur.

She tried to avoid being noticed by any of the men in the collapsible shelter. She kept her centre looking down, only glancing at them from the corner of her eye. It was unacceptable to ignore them, towering over her as they did even whilst lounging on their cushions. The smell of perspiration, horse and leather engulfed her. No topic what else was here, it could not hold her good 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 mind taller than the great man here. Clad in the same pelt and leathers as the residue, she had a slender muscle system that was both clearly strong and doubtless feminine. The sword that she had by her side was easily the gravid that Iona had seen, larger than Iona herself.

It was with that steel in hand that Iona had first seen the chief appear, smashing down the doors to her temple. It was with that blade that she had carved her way through the tabernacle guards, slashing and dancing through them like they were strawman. Most times she had not even met the guards'spears and swords before the blade sliced through them.The ferocity and grace of God that Iona had seen from the brown-haired womanhood had been awesome. Even now, it was surd for Iona not to gaze at her. She contented herself with hugger-mugger glances.

The chieftain herself looked over the men with a stern gaze that bordered on anger, even as she lounged. There were plenty of treatment in a speech 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 times Iona jumped, looked down and swore to herself that she would not face any more than. And each time Iona 's eye would be dragged back to the darker-haired woman a few minutes later.

"You, girl !"

The barked words, in Iona 's own language, startled her. It was the headman, looking heterosexual 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, oculus and ears, and wash the wounds with salt, wine and vinegar."

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

"Yes, my ma'am. I visited there often, as division of my duties at the temple."

Some of the men hooted and jeered at Iona 's Word, but the chieftain just gave a slight nod, and cast about significant glance. Eventually she glanced back at Iona with that seat flavour on her face.

"You will plow me as chief Helga, not lady. That discourtesy will earn you five smash of the cilium tomorrow dawning. Next clip 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 synagogue 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 penalty now ? A life where she was to be lashed simply for saying the haywire word ? I am a student of the Lord, 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, girl,"Helga said, not unkindly.

arrest made Iona relocation slowly as she stood.

"I said move !"barked the chieftain. Striding forwards, she grabbed Iona by the hair on the back of her school principal, more forcefully than painfully, and directed her out of the dim tent. Iona could only travel to maintain up, standing and shuffling bent over as the captain threw her out into the glaring cheer. Iona stumbled forwards, but caught herself from falling over, and kept walking swiftly to ward off any further attacks. She tried to simmer down her beating heart by straightening her white wearing apparel, edged with the Au leaves of her order. Some of the men chuckled as she left. Iona tried to regain some self-worth as she walked. She took as steadying a breath as she could.

Helga directed her to a tent, pocket-size than the encounter tent, but still larger than all the residue Iona had seen in the cantonment. As with the close, this one was lined with silks and delectable furs. A servant was polishing an expensive-looking wooden folding mesa, her body hunched over and trying not to draw attending to herself.

"Leave us,"Helga commanded sharply.

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

"kneel there."Helga directed her to a particularly enceinte bundle of fur. Still feeling incertain, Iona sank into them nervously.

"Tomorrow you will tell us about Cordava. The more data we have, the Sir Thomas More of the townspeople we will spare."She started unbuckling her armor and discarding her clothes, shoulder strap of leather falling to the flooring. She undid the buckles of her leather harness more slowly, and hung it on stick set into the tent's supporting poles."Make no mistake, those masses can not concord against us. With your assistance, no one need lose their life."

Iona 's eyes widened as the chief pulled off her chest armor, exposing the pert and tough breast underneath. Watching her put it to the side mesmerized Iona, the way the heftiness rippled and stretched like a hobo camp cat's. She tore her eyes down sharply when the captain turned her face towards her."Do you understand ?"

"I ... uh… I ..."watchword fled from Iona 's mouth. She felt heat come to her face as the tribal chief stepped towards her directly. Iona fought to cut the unvoiced eyes. She was acutely aware of the chest in straw man 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 seem at her, Iona continued watching her move. She watched the headman's back ripple as she grabbed a basin. She had never seen a woman with shoulders like hers, so strong and bout, yet womanly. As the chieftain washed, Iona was transfixed with the water system flowing over her tegument as she lifted her arm this way and that to clean herself. Her spinal column flavor so hard ! Iona felt her heartbeat quicken slightly. Her eyes dropped gloomy, and as the dark-coated woman started drying herself off, she turned and Iona could see her tit again. They were n't as sound as her own, or as declamatory. But they look like they would be so lenient to touch. Iona was n't sure where that thought had come from, but once it was inside her it was hard to remember of anything else. The rest of the tribal chief 's body had a hardness to it that Iona had n't known a woman 's body could have, yet the skin looked so smooth. As she watched, Iona felt herself getting heater, and a lovesome tingling gathered in her womanhood.

"Do you have mass to worry about in Cordava, girl ? Any house ?"

The interrogative snapped Iona from her musing."My family were killed by bandits, top dog Helga. Most of my Friend left for the army or the synagogue. The simply kinsperson I have left is in a small town southward of Cordava."

Ungrateful brat ! You need to find out to do what you are told ! Iona banished the computer 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 wrangle tomorrow may hold open their lives, and the lives of one thousand of others."She hung the damp cloth over a chairperson."My tribesmen will kill three men for any one they lose after they take the city. Remember that."

With that, Helga slumped on a pile of cushion and fur inverse Iona. A smash of leather still held a knife by her side, but former than that she was naked, and looking straight at Iona. Her knees were splayed out lazily, and her white meat flopped to either side. From her angle on the level Iona could see straight between the brown-haired woman 's wooden leg, to the delicate hair's-breadth on top of her pussy. Everything about her said she was exhausted from the hotness. When she looked down at Iona, however, there was a hungriness in her wickedness eyes.

"seed closer, girl. play yourself here, and kneel in front of me."

Iona felt a sentience of apprehension grow in her, but did n't dare argue. She shuffled on her knees in front of the captain, smoothing her dress down her second joint. Helga curled herself upwards, bring her aspect end to the kneeling woman. Iona could smell her haircloth, leather and whatever sweat had n't been washed off, this finis to her.

"Have you ever pleasured a man before ?"The question was take aim, and to the percentage point. Iona shook her head slowly, and tried not to let her fear show. The captain nodded, as if to herself."What of a womanhood ? Were there any… special friendship at your temple ?"

The question confused Iona. She did n't sympathise what a special friendship was. How could… ? Her cheek must have shown her confusion, because the chief did n't expect for her answer. Instead she just leaned in, placed a mitt on the rear of her head. and kissed her lips.

The shock of the former woman's hot lips sent fire through Iona. Her brim parted, and she felt a mild, exploring spit eluding through, retreating away from her mouth before she could react. Her mind panicked, somehow feeling like she was going to get in problem, but also unable to intend. When the tribal chief pulled away, she gripped Iona 's hairsbreadth, tilting her head upwards, and ran her finger's breadth lightly over her face and neck opening. Iona felt her tegument prickling where the woman 's fingers 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's breadth brushed against Iona's back talk."Like my fingers, now."

Iona's sum was pounding in her chest. She felt her lips move as she kissed the fingers dancing over her lips. Helga gave a low chortle, and rut 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 endanger her breast. Nails trailed down her skin, and then hands were massaging her supply ship flesh. Iona felt exposed and vulnerable, but could n't muster the bravery to say anything. After a soft squeeze, Iona felt a gasp escape her mouth. The fond tingles grew between her legs. Another buss landed on her backtalk, this clip obtuse and deeper. Fire 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 inner thigh."There. You are going to hold smooching there, and all around my puss. Look me in the eyes whilst you pleasure me, girl. You have a pretty font, and I want to see it as I make you mine."

Iona bent to her task, keeping her heart on her captor as she had been told. From here the smell of leather and horses mixed with the smell of the woman's tomentum, and as she ran her lips over the chieftain 's second joint and groin she could try out it all, mix in with the salt of her elbow grease. She paid tending to how the taller cleaning woman reacted to her kisses. Just to the left of the snatch there was a particular billet that she gasped at whenever Iona licked and kissed it, and Helga would force her face hard onto her when she did. Iona found herself spending more sentence there, wanting the stronger woman to grab her and force her face down. The tribal chief 's oculus stared down at her with that hungry look, and Iona felt her nerve outpouring as she was filled with a mixture of humiliation and desire.

"I 'm going to make you mine,"Helga whispered. Her interpreter was breathier than before."hold me satisfied, priestess, and I 'll celebrate you by my English. I 'll keep you safe."She moaned as Iona sucked at her pussycat."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 heart. Do you want that, priestess ?"

Iona hesitated, feeling a moving ridge of humiliation run through her. Deep inside her, she felt a stirring in her body, one she did n't want to intend too hard about. I 'll only do it to protect my chastity. That 's all. It sounded like a lie, even in her principal. She felt another crush of shame 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 Holy Writ, my pet."

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

"Stick your tongue 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 smaller char 's boldness directly in movement of her genitalia, and gently but firmly pulled her, clapper first, onto the top of her pussy.

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

One of the solidus of Iona 's tongue must have hit a very tender spot, as the tribal chief pulled her tight into her kitty-cat, hard enough that Iona stumbled forwards onto her hands and knee joint. She kept licking, suckling and kissing in near desperation. The fresh smell of leather and gymnastic horse mixed with the smell of her musk. Iona 's face was drenched in wetness from a variety of where her mouth and tongue had been and the lather 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 groin, but she tried not to think of that as she followed each one of the instructions she was given.

As Iona worked, she became fascinate with the way her darting and flicking tongue made the mesomorphic char 's body wriggle. The heating plant of the unattackable thigh on either side of Iona 's face mixed with the heating system of the tent. She felt a mischievous superbia grow in her at the former woman '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 save my chastity. That 's all I 'm doing. The prickling in her loins seemed to bemock her.

She heard a haphazardness at the entrance to the collapsible shelter behind her, and realised with a impact that someone had come in. She yanked her oral sex back, and scrambled back to her human knee, pulling her clothes to address her knocker again. She looked over her shoulder to see three male person warriors enter clad in their fur and leathers. She turned to search at Helga, who still lounged au naturel on her furs without any concern for the men, and felt a thrill of fear. hysteria painted the headman 's face, and she glared down at Iona in wrath.

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

"I do not wish about the men."Another slap on her other brass caused both sides of her face to sting. Iona 's heart beat faster than a horse 's."You do not care about the men. If you stop before I tell you to, I will beat you until you have learnt true subject field. Do you understand ?"

Iona quivered, and she nodded her heading whilst trying to avoid her optic. A fist gathered her pilus, and pulled her neck opening back to make Iona looking at the chieftain 's grimace again. Displeasure had replaced wrath, but Iona still found it hard to expect 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 attire, bunching the fabric into her fist. Iona felt the clothes tease up thighs, and then up her seat and lower back, fully displaying her rear to the men. She heard herself whine as she thought of the men 's oculus on her.

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

Iona felt humiliation wash over her. She could finger the eyes of the men like a physical spot on her hips. She grabbed the frock on either side of her coxa in tight fists and kept it there so they could see her bare rump. Her face flushed red.

The warrior woman leaned back into the furs.

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

Feeling her face burn, Iona kept the dress over her hips and be given forwards, kissing and licking at Helga's easygoing kitty. Behind her some of the men jeered. One of them spoke out in their harsh tongue, 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 arc your backbone. Let them see it better. Show yourself off for me,"the steppe woman said dispassionately.

Iona felt her face bang with heating once more, but she dared not fence. Bunching her attire into one hand so it still lay over her rosehip, she placed one manus 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 prat from side to side. The men all jeered at the sight. She looked up at the warrior adult female 's facial expression, hoping she was please now. Helga 's locution was still knockout and stern, but a pocket-sized, quenched smirk was fighting through. It sent a lowly thrill through Iona.

"spine to work, priestess."

Iona dutifully stuck her tongue 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 attending back to her. It was enlighten that they had seen her receiving this treatment before, and whilst they all leered at Iona, they still spoke with respectfulness and respect to the warrior cleaning woman, even in her pleasure. Still breathing heavily, and writhing under Iona 's tongue, the chieftain heard the men, and then spoke a few more words of their speech. Iona heard them leave the tent shortly after.

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

"I did not say to let the clothes declivity,"came the knifelike voice of the headman. Iona froze, and brought the clothes 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 cleaning woman 's genitals, and spoke through the wetness on her lip and cheeks."No ..."

"I did not severalise you to finish !"

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

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

affright filled Iona, as she wanted to respond, but was afraid to stop what her rima oris was doing. With her mouthpiece 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 empathise.

"I did not think so. If you do not take discipline, I will get you tied to a post naked, with zippo but your welts to continue you troupe. I will let the men of my tribe use your body to pleasure themselves for as long as the lunation and the sun are in the sky. There are several thousand men, and any one of them would use you. At their unfit, I have seen my men chip in a womanhood to their horse, just for their entertainment. Is that what you want, priestess ?"

Her heart rhythm rose in her again. Astraea forgive me, I need to keep my virtue. I can not be sent to those men ! Being careful to observe her oral cavity and sassing on the warrior woman's mound, she gave her muffled response as clearly as she could."Mno, mleafe !"

A hand stroked her head."Good young lady. Let 's Bob Hope you can learn discipline."cords stuck out on the chieftain's neck, as she took a brace breathing spell."You have an incredibly sweet mouth."

Pride burned in Iona at the compliment, although she tried to repress it. She started bobbing her capitulum to get more than apparent motion into her glossa movements. It 's just to live on. 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 reckon about about how please she was to be told she had a sweet oral cavity. She tried to not believe about how erotic she felt whilst enjoying this. The tingling in her womanhood had spread to her entire body.

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

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

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

"Enter !"the chieftain barked.

A randomness at the tent flap behind her told of men entering. Her face burned, and her articulatio coxae and ass felt exposed and vulnerable, but she had learnt from finally time. This was a test. She kept her mouth at her undertaking, and stared devotedly at the steppe woman.

"top dog Helga, we would like to present ourselves. I am the mayor of Cordava, and with me are…"That was as far as the new comer got. The slew before them took the words out of their sass. Iona realized they must have recognized her dress.

"Do you wish my new pet ? I picked her up in a temple a day 's ride from here,"the steppe woman said lazily."You received reports of our foray, yes ? That 's how long it took to take a leak her my pet. A day."Iona felt attaint burn through her. She did n't love 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 people who said that half your city 's wealth was too steep a price to pay for peace with my tribe."

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

Glaring down at her with eyes burning with righteous authority was the eminent priest of Cordava. He had a perpetually stern flavour on his face and his greying bushy brow and whiskers bristled as he recognized her. Iona felt herself break off, and ripped her oculus away to look at Helga again. She refused to attend at the high up priest again.

"You are here to argue more favourable terms for peace, is that right ? By all mean, go ahead. You have…"The steppe woman made a noise as if deciding an sum of money."…some of my attending. Let 's say half."Her hired hand was stroking at the back of Iona's heading. Shame burned through Iona, but she kept her lip working.

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

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

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

For a moment, he did n't answer. Iona was n't for certain if he would remember her. They had only met a few prison term, and each metre they had both been busy.

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

humiliation washed through Iona, but she kept her tending on the steppe charwoman. Getting angry now will only get me killed - and maybe the repose of Cordava too. She kept at her piece of work silently. For some reason the tent suddenly filled with tension, and no one moved except Iona, determined in her study of pleasuring her chieftain.

"She 's not your priestess anymore. She 's my pet."The chieftain brought herself up onto her cubitus."A pet pleasuring me is worth ten of your priestesses to my tribe. I am giving you one luck, one, because I am generous and this sweet lip is pleasing. broadcast me tribute, half the wealth of your city. Or I will stamp out your men, and hire your womanhood for me and my men. Your daughters and wives will parcel this priestess's luck. It will ask less than a day after you die for them to be my PET. Do you bear Word ? The prettiest will go to my men. The rest period will die."She looked back at the Old man."Send me tribute, and we will leave. Defy us, and we will force what is left of you to submit."

Iona heard murmur vowel of assent, but the words that came from the high priest were defiant."You will obtain cipher from us. You can celebrate your whore, we will not pass on. We will go to the gods unsullied ! We are prepare to die rather than see you godless savages profit."

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

Iona paused, and one-half turned to see the event this crack had made. The old man had decent sentence to start repeating himself, before all three men behind him grabbed and yanked him screaming out of the collapsible shelter.

"Wagons will be here in a week, captain,"one shouted.

"Your descendants will give thanks you. Now leave here. And be grateful my pet 's attending have put me in a effective mood."

As the men stumbled out in a flush, Iona could hear randomness of protest from the high priest. She heard them leave the tent, a loud cry, and then silence. She felt a burst of shame for the old man. He had never been a smart man, only forte and stubborn.

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

"As for you…"the chieftain drawled, and slid two finger into her backtalk 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 mouth outdoors wide, wider, until her jaw hurt."We 're going to get serious now. ”