Taken By Lesbian Warlord

Chapter 1

Iona sat in the corner of the felt collapsible shelter, trying to be as quiet and inconspicuous as possible. The men of the steppe, clad in their supple leathers and princely fur, had sternly and forcefully directed her to stay sat, and stay silent. She 'd heard floor about what would befall her she was ever captured by steppe kindred, and what horror to expect. Her head still felt light from the shock. She might only be 18, but she was a priestess ; a junior priestess, but a priestess of the goddess of virtue and purity, Astraea. beingness captured by the steppe people was a disaster. I 've heard what they do to the men and cleaning lady 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 exposed, for all to see ! The muckle had been more than Iona could handle.

This tent felt different from the others, however. For one thing, it was much larger, massive ; large enough to hold over a hundred mass. It was easily as telling as the finery she had been used to in her synagogue, if not more so. The hunky-dory silk cushions and blanket were casually strew around, soft and luxurious pelts of exotic animate being she could n't key were everywhere. Even the wooden article of 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 gumption of grandeur.

She tried to avoid being noticed by any of the men in the tent. She kept her optic looking down, only glancing at them from the corner of her eye. It was impossible to snub them, towering over her as they did even whilst lounging on their cushions. The olfactory modality of stew, sawhorse and leather engulfed her. No subject what else was here, it could not hold her wide attending for long, however. That returned inevitably to the fair sex reclining opposite 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 furs and leathers as the rest, she had a slender muscle system that was both clearly firm and undoubtedly feminine. The sword that she had by her side was easily the largest that Iona had seen, big than Iona herself.

It was with that brand in manus that Iona had first seen the chieftain 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 scarer. to the highest degree times she had not even met the guards'fizgig and swords before the blade sliced through them.The ferocity and saving grace that Iona had seen from the dark-haired cleaning lady 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 stern gaze that bordered on anger, even as she lounged. There were plenty of discussions in a speech Iona did not empathize, but the stately cleaning 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 swore to herself that she would not look any more than. And each prison term Iona 's eye would be dragged back to the darker-haired adult female a few mo later.

"You, girl !"

The barked words, in Iona 's own linguistic communication, startled her. It was the chieftain, looking heterosexual person at her and point towards her. Timidly, Iona raised her head and met her centre as ripe she could.

"Do you cognise Cordava ? Lie, and we will lead your tongue, eyes and capitulum, and wash the injury with saltiness, wine and vinegar."

Iona felt a laundry of concern at how casually she was threatened. The steady smell she got from the chieftain made her certain that she meant it. A cold pit in her belly formed, and she did not dare to lie.

"Yes, my lady. I visited there often, as role of my responsibility at the temple."

Some of the men hooted and jeered at Iona 's give-and-take, but the chieftain just gave a slim nod, and cast about significant glances. Eventually she glanced back at Iona with that seat look on her face.

"You will address me as Chief Helga, not noblewoman. That discourtesy will clear you five strikes of the lash tomorrow first light. side by side 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 flagellation before. She knew her aliveness in the tabernacle had been pampered and cared for. She had always been grateful, and had prayed her thanks mundane, but had it not been enough ? Was this her punishment now ? A biography where she was to be lashed simply for saying the wrong Logos ? I am a educatee 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 last set of instructions to the men, and then motioned to Iona.

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

Apprehension made Iona move slowly as she stood.

"I said move !"barked the chieftain. Striding forwards, she grabbed Iona by the hair on the spinal column of her capitulum, more forcefully than painfully, and directed her out of the dim collapsible shelter. Iona could only actuate to keep up, standing and shuffling bent over as the chief threw her out into the glaring fair weather. Iona stumbled forwards, but caught herself from falling over, and kept walking swiftly to avoid any further attacks. She tried to calm her beating bosom by straightening her gabardine dress, edged with the gold leaves of her order of magnitude. Some of the men chuckled as she left. Iona tried to recover some dignity as she walked. She took as steadying a breather as she could.

Helga directed her to a tent, diminished than the meeting tent, but still declamatory than all the rest Iona had seen in the encampment. As with the last, this one was lined with silks and luscious furs. A handmaid was polishing an expensive-looking wooden folding board, her eubstance hunched over and trying not to string attention to herself.

"Leave us,"Helga commanded sharply.

With a bow, the servant hurriedly gathering her things with quick but tranquil bm and leftfield.

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

"Tomorrow you will recite us about Cordava. The to a greater extent data we have, the more of the townspeople we will spare."She started unbuckling her armour and discarding her clothes, straps of leather falling to the trading floor. She undid the buckles of her leather harness more slowly, and hung it on rowlock set into the tent's supporting perch."Make no mistake, those people can not hold against us. With your assist, no one need lose their life."

Iona 's optic widened as the chieftain pulled off her chest armor, exposing the pert and operose chest underneath. Watching her put it to the side mesmerized Iona, the way the muscles rippled and stretched like a jungle cat's. She tore her optic down sharply when the chieftain turned her face towards her."Do you understand ?"

"I ... uh… I ..."discussion fled from Iona 's backtalk. She felt heat come to her face as the chieftain stepped towards her directly. Iona fought to brush off the heavily eyes. She was acutely aware of the bosom in social movement of her as she looked towards the flooring."Yes, yes, I understand."There was a silence that Iona could sense, before she remembered."Yes, chieftain Helga."

She felt more than saw Helga nodding."Good."With that she moved past tense Iona. Able again to look at her, Iona continued watching her move. She watched the chieftain's back rippling as she grabbed a washbasin. She had never seen a woman with berm like hers, so strong and round, yet womanly. As the chieftain washed, Iona was transfixed with the water flowing over her hide as she lifted her arm this way and that to clean herself. Her rear looks so strong ! Iona felt her heartbeat quicken slightly. Her optic dropped lower, and as the dark-haired woman started drying herself off, she turned and Iona could see her white meat again. They were n't as laboured as her own, or as prominent. 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 punishing to think of anything else. The rest of the chieftain 's body had a rigor to it that Iona had n't known a woman 's body could give birth, yet the skin looked so smooth. As she watched, Iona felt herself getting warmer, and a warm tingling gathered in her womanhood.

"Do you have citizenry to vex about in Cordava, girl ? Any phratry ?"

The enquiry snapped Iona from her thoughtfulness."My family were killed by bandits, chieftain Helga. Most of my friends left for the army or the tabernacle. The solitary class I have left is in a village Confederacy of Cordava."

Ungrateful little terror ! You need to learn to do what you are told ! Iona banished the memory as quickly as it came. She had promised herself she would n't cogitate of it again when she ran away to the temples.

"Then think of them. Your words tomorrow may write their life-time, and the lives of thousands of others."She hung the mute cloth over a chair."My tribesmen will shoot down three men for any one they lose after they take the city. Remember that."

With that, Helga slumped on a pile of cushion and pelt paired 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 breast flopped to either position. From her Angle on the floor Iona could see straight between the dark-coated fair sex 's branch, to the diffused hair on top of her pussy. Everything about her said she was exhausted from the heat. When she looked down at Iona, however, there was a thirstiness in her dark eyes.

"seminal fluid closer, girl. contribute yourself here, and kneel in front of me."

Iona felt a horse sense of misgiving grow in her, but did n't presume argue. She shuffled on her genu in front of the tribal chief, smoothing her dress down her thighs. Helga curled herself upwards, bring her expression finish to the kneeling woman. Iona could reek her hair, leather and whatever sweat had n't been washed off, this close to her.

"Have you ever pleasured a man before ?"The doubtfulness was direct, and to the point. Iona shook her school principal slowly, and tried not to let her fear appearance. The headman nodded, as if to herself."What of a adult female ? Were there any… peculiar friendships at your temple ?"

The question confused Iona. She did n't understand what a exceptional friendship was. How could… ? Her face must make shown her confusion, because the chieftain did n't waitress for her answer. Instead she just leaned in, placed a hand on the back of her foreland. and kissed her lips.

The cushion of the other woman's hot sass sent flak through Iona. Her lips parted, and she felt a easygoing, exploring tongue strip through, retreating away from her mouth before she could respond. Her mind panicked, somehow feeling like she was going to get in trouble, but also unable to think. When the chieftain pulled away, she gripped Iona 's fuzz, tilting her question upwards, and ran her fingers lightly over her face and neck. Iona felt her hide quiver where the woman 's finger's breadth trailed.

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

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

"Good young woman,"she said. And with that, she trailed her hand away from Iona's cheek and onto her berm, pushing the dress part-way off to give away her chest. Nails trailed down her skin, and then deal were massaging her tender anatomy. Iona felt exposed and vulnerable, but could n't rally the courage to say anything. After a gentle squeeze, Iona felt a pant escapism her mouthpiece. The affectionate chill grew between her legs. Another candy kiss landed on her sass, this time slower and recondite. Fire swept through her as she sank into it. She realized she was kissing back, but could n't excuse why.

Finally pulling away, the chief pulled Iona by her hair towards her inner second joint."There. You are going to hold on fondling there, and all around my pussycat. look me in the centre whilst you pleasure me, girl. You have a jolly nerve, and I want to see it as I make you mine."

Iona bent to her chore, keeping her eyes on her captor as she had been told. From here the smelling of leather and Equus caballus interracial with the smell of the woman's hair, and as she ran her lips over the chieftain 's thigh and groin she could savour it all, mixed with the salt of her swither. She paid attention to how the taller woman reacted to her kisses. Just to the left of the slit there was a particular post 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 time there, wanting the unassailable charwoman to take hold of her and military force her fount down. The chief 's eyes stared down at her with that hungry look, and Iona felt her face bloom as she was filled with a commixture 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 slit."Be mine, and I will observe you as a pet. But you must be loyal to me, like a ripe pet would. Even in your heart. Do you desire that, priestess ?"

Iona hesitated, feeling a wave of mortification run through her. cryptic inside her, she felt a stirring in her soundbox, one she did n't want to think too knockout about. I 'll only do it to protect my chastity. That 's all. It sounded like a lie, even in her mind. She felt another puppy love of shame as she realized how fast her heart raced at the thought of being kept by this woman. She nodded to the warrior.

"Then say the give-and-take, 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 words. You know them to be true. She ignored the shocking thought, and reminded herself she was doing this to live. She looked up at her new foreman, who grinned wolfishly at her.

"joint your clapper out, priestess."

Timidly, Iona did as she was told, letting her tongue protrude further and further. The thirsty look in the dark-haired cleaning lady intensified. Grabbing Iona 's head in both her hands, she turned the smaller woman 's face directly in figurehead of her crotch, and gently but firmly pulled her, tongue first, onto the top of her pussy.

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

One of the strokes of Iona 's lingua must have hit a very tender smear, as the chieftain pulled her tight into her pussy, heavy enough that Iona stumbled forwards onto her hands and knees. She kept licking, suckling and kissing in good desperation. The sweet odour of leather and horse mixed with the smell of her musk. Iona 's font was drenched in wetness from a variety of where her rima oris and tongue 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 increase in her own groin, but she tried not to think of that as she followed each one of the instruction manual she was given.

As Iona worked, she became fascinated with the way her darting and flicking glossa made the sinewy charwoman 's consistency wiggle. The heat of the strong second joint on either English of Iona 's case mixed with the estrus of the collapsible shelter. She felt a impish pride grow in her at the other 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 spare my chastity. That 's all I 'm doing. The tingling in her lumbus seemed to mock her.

She heard a haphazardness at the entrance to the tent behind her, and realised with a impact that someone had come in. She yanked her head teacher back, and scrambled back to her knees, pulling her apparel to brood her knocker 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 fear for the men, and felt a thrill of fearfulness. furiousness painted the chief 's fount, and she glared down at Iona in ira.

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

"I do not care about the men."Another slap on her early cheek caused both sides of her expression to sting. Iona 's heart metre faster than a sawbuck '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 discipline. Do you understand ?"

Iona quivered, and she nodded her headspring whilst trying to quash her centre. A fist gathered her hair, and pulled her neck back to make Iona look at the tribal chief 's expression again. Displeasure had replaced wrath, but Iona still found it hard to see 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 twit up second joint, and then up her cheek and lower back, fully displaying her back to the men. She heard herself whimper as she thought of the men 's eye on her.

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

Iona felt humiliation dry wash over her. She could feel the middle of the men like a forcible ghost on her hip. She grabbed the dress on either side of her rose hip in pie-eyed clenched fist and kept it there so they could see her bare backside. Her side flushed red.

The warrior woman leaned back into the furs.

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

notion her font suntan, Iona kept the wearing apparel over her pelvic girdle and list forwards, kissing and licking at Helga's easy snatch. Behind her some of the men jeered. One of them spoke out in their harsh 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. Lean forwards more, and arc your back. Let them see it better. present yourself off for me,"the steppe cleaning lady said dispassionately.

Iona felt her face bang with estrus once more, but she dared not argue. Bunching her dress into one hand so it still lay over her pelvic girdle, she placed one hand down onto the carpeted trading 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 position to side. The men all jeered at the deal. She looked up at the warrior woman 's human face, hoping she was pleased now. Helga 's expression was still intemperately and tush, but a minuscule, live up to smirk was fighting through. It sent a lowly bang through Iona.

"dorsum 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 attention back to her. It was clear that they had seen her receiving this handling before, and whilst they all leered at Iona, they still spoke with complaisance and respect to the warrior woman, even in her delight. Still breathing heavily, and writhing under Iona 's lingua, the captain heard the men, and then spoke a few Thomas More Good Book of their linguistic communication. Iona heard them leave the collapsible shelter shortly after.

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

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

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

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

"I did not tell you to stop !"

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

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

Panic filled Iona, as she wanted to answer, but was afraid to stop what her mouth was doing. With her mouth on Helga 's mound, she tried to say as clearly as potential,"Mno."It came out muffled, and Iona worried that she would not sustain been read.

"I did not call up so. If you do not pick up subject, I will receive you tied to a post naked, with zilch but your welts to save you companionship. I will let the men of my folk use your organic structure 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 forged, I have seen my men give a woman to their knight, just for their entertainment. Is that what you want, priestess ?"

Her heart beat rose in her again. Astraea forgive me, I need to save my sexual abstention. I can not be sent to those men ! Being deliberate to prevent her sassing and sassing on the warrior adult female's mound, she gave her muffled response as clearly as she could."Mno, mleafe !"

A hired man stroked her foreland."dear missy. Let 's hope you can check discipline."electric cord stuck out on the chieftain's neck, as she took a steadying hint."You have an incredibly sugared mouth."

superbia burned in Iona at the compliment, although she tried to suppress it. She started bobbing her headway to get Thomas More motion into her tongue motility. It 's just to survive. I do n't want 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 sweet mouth. She tried to not retrieve about how titillating she felt whilst enjoying this. The prickling in her muliebrity had counterpane to her entire body.

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

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

A panoptic smile broke over Helga's face."As you wish. go on the dress over your rear."

"Enter !"the tribal chief barked.

A noise at the collapsible shelter flap behind her told of men entering. Her face burned, and her hips and ass felt exposed and vulnerable, but she had learnt from last time. This was a test. She kept her mouthpiece at her chore, and stared devotedly at the steppe woman.

"Chief Helga, we would wish to salute 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 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 cleaning woman said lazily."You received reports of our raid, yes ? That 's how long it took to relieve oneself her my pet. A day."Iona felt shame burn mark through her. She did n't know if it was really the mayor. This could still be a test. She kept at her work.

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

Slowly, the men walked closer towards the two adult female. Iona could sense them at her vertebral column. One of them stood by her side, but well out of arm's reach. He could see her aspect clearly, and what she was doing. Making trusted her tongue was still working on the cleaning lady 's snatch, she risked a face at who it was.

Glaring down at her with eyes burning with righteous authority was the highschool 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 stop, and ripped her middle away to take care at Helga again. She refused to see at the high priest again.

"You are here to indicate more favourable terminus for peace, is that right ? By all mean value, go ahead. You have…"The steppe fair sex made a noise as if deciding an amount."…some of my attention. Let 's say half."Her handwriting was stroking at the spinal column of Iona's head. Shame burned through Iona, but she kept her mouth working.

"We had report that you had ransacked the holy temple of Astraea yesterday,"the mellow priest said stiffly."Even for a brute such as you, we thought there were terminus ad quem to your depravity."His voice held despite ; Iona knew this man, though. His voice often did.

"Tell me, what is Astraea goddess of ?"Iona felt the stony glimpse on the back of her caput. 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 grin."You could accept put that robe on any whore, after you took it from a priestess."

That wolfish smile remained on the barbarian adult female."Do you believe I did ?"

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

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

Humiliation washed through Iona, but she kept her aid on the steppe woman. Getting angry now will only get me killed - and maybe the relief of Cordava too. She kept at her study silently. For some understanding the tent suddenly filled with tensity, and no one moved except Iona, determined in her employment of pleasuring her chieftain.

"She 's not your priestess anymore. She 's my pet."The chieftain brought herself up onto her elbows."A pet pleasuring me is Worth ten of your priestesses to my tribe. I am giving you one prospect, one, because I am generous and this sweet oral fissure is pleasing. transmit me tribute, half the wealth of your city. Or I will toss off your men, and take your charwoman for me and my men. Your girl and wife will share this priestess's fate. It will take less than a day after you die for them to be my pet. Do you experience Logos ? The prettiest will go to my men. The rest will die."She looked back at the erstwhile man."Send me testimonial, and we will leave. Defy us, and we will force what is left of you to submit."

Iona heard heart murmur of assent, but the lyric that came from the senior high priest were defiant."You will take in nothing from us. You can keep your cocotte, we will not submit. We will go to the gods untainted ! We are quick to die rather than see you godless barbarian profit."

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

Iona paused, and one-half turned to see the upshot this offer had made. The old man had decent time to set off 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 descendants will give thanks you. Now leave here. And be grateful my pet 's attending have put me in a sound mood."

As the men stumbled out in a rush, Iona could discover noises of objection from the gamy non-Christian priest. She heard them leave the tent, a gimcrack cry, and then secrecy. She felt a burst of compassion for the old man. He had never been a ache man, only loud and stubborn.

A strong, slender hand tilted her Kuki up. She let her tongue come away from Helga's kitty-cat.

"As for you…"the chieftain drawled, and slid two digit into her mouth whilst she looked at Iona fervently. She sucked them lightly, and they came out of her backtalk wet. She pushed them past Iona 's brim, and forced her mouth loose extensive, wider, until her jaw suffering."We 're going to get serious now. ”