Taken By Lesbian Warlord

Chapter 1

Iona sat in the corner of the experience collapsible shelter, trying to be as quiet and invisible as possible. The men of the steppe, clad in their supple leathers and sybaritic furs, had sternly and forcefully directed her to stay on sat, and stay silent. She 'd heard chronicle about what would befall her she was ever captured by steppe tribe, and what horrors to expect. Her head still felt light from the shock. She might only be eighteen, but she was a priestess ; a junior priestess, but a priestess of the goddess of virtue and sinlessness, Astraea. Being captured by the steppe citizenry 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 char and men ravished. Out in the outdoors, for all to see ! The sight had been more than Iona could handle.

This tent felt unlike from the others, however. For one thing, it was much gravid, monumental ; large enough to take for over a C multitude. It was easily as telling as the finery she had been used to in her temple, if not more so. The o.k. silk cushions and mantle were casually strewn around, mild and luxurious skin of alien brute she could n't name 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 foray and slaughter, but it still conveyed a sense of grandeur.

She tried to stave off being noticed by any of the men in the tent. She kept her eyes looking down, only glancing at them from the corner of her eye. It was insufferable to brush aside them, towering over her as they did even whilst lounging on their cushion. The tone of sweat, sawbuck and leather engulfed her. No matter what else was here, it could not hold her full care for long, however. That returned inevitably to the womanhood reclining opposite her.

The chieftain towered over the men as they towered over Iona ; she was at least a head word taller than the biggest man here. Clad in the same fur and leathers as the rest, she had a slender musculature that was both clearly stiff and doubtlessly feminine. The sword that she had by her face was easily the orotund that Iona had seen, larger than Iona herself.

It was with that blade in hand that Iona had first seen the chief appear, smashing down the doors to her temple. It was with that sword that she had carved her way through the synagogue guards, slashing and dancing through them like they were bird-scarer. Most fourth dimension she had not even met the guards'spears and swords before the brand sliced through them.The furiousness and grace that Iona had seen from the black-haired cleaning lady had been awe-inspiring. Even now, it was operose for Iona not to stare at her. She contented herself with hush-hush glances.

The chieftain herself looked over the men with a stern gaze that bordered on angriness, even as she lounged. There were plenty of word in a linguistic process 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 multiplication Iona jumped, looked down and swore to herself that she would not look any more than. And each time Iona 's eye would be dragged back to the darker-haired woman a few mo later.

"You, girl !"

The barked Holy Writ, in Iona 's own language, startled her. It was the chieftain, looking straight at her and indicating towards her. Timidly, Iona raised her head and met her eyes as right she could.

"Do you cognize Cordava ? Lie, and we will take your spit, eyes and ears, and wash the wounds with salt, wine-coloured and vinegar."

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

"Yes, my Lady. I visited there often, as component part of my duty at the temple."

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

"You will address me as top dog Helga, not Lady. That disrespect will earn you five strikes of the thong tomorrow dayspring. following 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 thankful, and had prayed her thanks routine, but had it not been enough ? Was this her punishment now ? A spirit where she was to be lashed simply for saying the amiss Word of God ? I am a bookman of the divine, how could this be happening to me ? she wailed inwardly.

She was shaken from her opinion as the men stood, and the chieftain brought herself up leisurely. She barked a live on set of instructions to the men, and then motioned to Iona.

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

discernment made Iona move slowly as she stood.

"I said motion !"barked the chieftain. Striding forwards, she grabbed Iona by the tomentum on the backbone of her straits, more forcefully than painfully, and directed her out of the dim tent. Iona could only move to keep open up, standing and shuffling bent grass 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 promote attacks. She tried to cool it her beating tenderness by straightening her white dress, edged with the gold leaves of her order. Some of the men chuckled as she left. Iona tried to regain some self-regard as she walked. She took as steadying a breather as she could.

Helga directed her to a tent, modest than the meeting tent, but still larger than all the 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 board, her body hunched over and trying not to draw attention to herself.

"Leave us,"Helga commanded sharply.

With a bow, the retainer hurriedly gathering her matter with straightaway but placidity motion and left.

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

"Tomorrow you will say us about Cordava. The to a greater extent selective information we have, the more of the townsfolk we will spare."She started unbuckling her armour and discarding her apparel, shoulder strap of leather falling to the floor. She undid the buckle of her leather harness more slowly, and hung it on pegs set into the collapsible shelter's supporting poles."Make no mistake, those the great unwashed can not harbor against us. With your help, no one motivation lose their life."

Iona 's center widened as the chieftain pulled off her chest armour, exposing the pert and unvoiced breasts underneath. Watching her put it to the side mesmerized Iona, the way the brawn rippled and stretched like a jungle cat's. She tore her eyes down sharply when the chieftain turned her boldness towards her."Do you understand ?"

"I ... uh… I ..."words fled from Iona 's mouthpiece. She felt heating come to her grimace as the chieftain stepped towards her directly. Iona fought to cut the hard eyes. She was acutely mindful of the tit in social movement of her as she looked towards the base."Yes, yes, I understand."There was a silence that Iona could feel, before she remembered."Yes, Chief Helga."

She felt more than saw Helga nodding."Good."With that she moved past Iona. Able again to reckon at her, Iona continued watching her move. She watched the tribal chief's back ripple as she grabbed a washbasin. She had never seen a woman with shoulders like hers, so impregnable and turn, 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 twinkling quicken slightly. Her center dropped scummy, and as the dark-haired womanhood started drying herself off, she turned and Iona could see her breasts again. They were n't as with child as her own, or as big. But they look like they would be so balmy to touch. Iona was n't sure where that thought had come from, but once it was inside her it was concentrated to guess of anything else. The rest of the chief 's body had a hardness to it that Iona had n't known a fair sex 's body could have, yet the skin looked so quiet. As she watched, Iona felt herself getting warmer, and a warm tingling gathered in her womanhood.

"Do you have mass to interest about in Cordava, girl ? Any family ?"

The questions snapped Iona from her musings."My family were killed by bandits, headman Helga. Most of my admirer left for the army or the temples. The alone category I have left is in a settlement S of Cordava."

Ungrateful brat ! You need to acquire to do what you are evidence ! Iona banished the remembering as quickly as it came. She had promised herself she would n't imagine of it again when she ran away to the temples.

"Then think of them. Your words tomorrow may salve their lives, and the animation of one thousand of others."She hung the dampish cloth over a electric chair."My tribesmen will defeat three men for any one they lose after they take the city. Remember that."

With that, Helga slumped on a bundle of cushions and furs opposite Iona. A belt of leather still held a tongue by her side, but former than that she was naked, and looking straight at Iona. Her knees were splayed out lazily, and her breasts flopped to either side. From her Angle on the floor Iona could see straight between the dark-haired char 's legs, to the subdued haircloth 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 thirstiness in her saturnine eyes.

"Come finisher, daughter. Bring yourself here, and kneel in front of me."

Iona felt a sensory faculty of apprehension grow in her, but did n't presume argue. She shuffled on her knees in front of the chieftain, smoothing her garb down her thighs. Helga curled herself upwards, bring her face close to the kneeling woman. Iona could smell out her hair, leather and whatever sudor had n't been washed off, this conclusion to her.

"Have you ever pleasured a man before ?"The doubt was direct, and to the point. Iona shook her chief slowly, and tried not to let her fear show. The chieftain nodded, as if to herself."What of a woman ? Were there any… exceptional friendly relationship at your temple ?"

The interrogative sentence confused Iona. She did n't translate what a extra friendship was. How could… ? Her face must receive shown her disarray, because the captain did n't await for her answer. Instead she just leaned in, placed a hand on the cover of her head. and kissed her lips.

The electrical shock of the former char's hot lip sent fervor through Iona. Her lips parted, and she felt a balmy, exploring tongue slip through, retreating away from her mouth before she could react. Her nous panicked, somehow feeling like she was going to get in trouble, but also ineffectual to think. When the chieftain pulled away, she gripped Iona 's fuzz, tilting her head upwards, and ran her fingers lightly over her face and neck. Iona felt her pelt tingle where the fair sex 's digit trailed.

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

Iona's heart was pounding in her chest. She felt her lips move as she kissed the fingers dancing over her sass. Helga gave a low chuckle, and heat rushed to Iona 's facial expression.

"Good little girl,"she said. And with that, she trailed her handwriting away from Iona's cheek and onto her shoulder, pushing the dress part-way off to expose her breast. Nails trailed down her skin, and then hand were massaging her tender flesh. Iona felt exposed and vulnerable, but could n't muster the bravery to say anything. After a gentle wring, Iona felt a gasp leakage her rima oris. The warm tingles grew between her leg. Another kiss landed on her lips, this time slower and mystifying. 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 hugging there, and all around my kitty-cat. bet me in the oculus whilst you pleasure me, lady friend. You have a pretty face, and I want to see it as I make you mine."

Iona bent grass to her task, keeping her eyes on her captor as she had been told. From here the smell of leather and Equus caballus mixed with the smell of the woman's whisker, and as she ran her lips over the chieftain 's thigh and groin she could taste it all, mixed with the salt of her sweat. She paid attention to how the taller woman reacted to her buss. Just to the left of the pussy there was a particular spot 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 stronger cleaning woman to grab her and effect her face down. The chieftain 's eyes stared down at her with that thirsty look, and Iona felt her face flush as she was filled with a mixture of humiliation and desire.

"I 'm going to make you mine,"Helga whispered. Her part was breathier than before."bread and butter me satisfied, priestess, and I 'll keep you by my side. I 'll retain you safe."She moaned as Iona sucked at her snatch."Be mine, and I will keep you as a pet. But you must be truehearted to me, like a in force pet would. Even in your heart. Do you need that, priestess ?"

Iona hesitated, feeling a wave of humiliation run through her. Deep inside her, she felt a stirring in her trunk, one she did n't need to recall 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 crush of pity as she realized how quick her marrow raced at the thought of being kept by this cleaning lady. She nodded to the warrior.

"Then say the intelligence, my pet."

"I want to be yours, Chief Helga."A renewed sense of pity came over Iona, but she did n't pause to say the parole. 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 Chief, who grinned wolfishly at her.

"spliff your natural language out, priestess."

Timidly, Iona did as she was told, letting her tongue protrude further and further. The hungry face in the dark-coated adult female intensified. Grabbing Iona 's head in both her hands, she turned the smaller woman 's face directly in front of her crotch, 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. suction gently at the top, and hold back running your tongue over me. Very good… mmm."

One of the shot of Iona 's tongue must have hit a very tender spot, as the chieftain pulled her tight into her puss, strong enough that Iona stumbled forwards onto her deal and stifle. She kept licking, suckling and kissing in near desperation. The sweetly smell of leather and knight mixed with the smell of her musk. Iona 's face was drenched in wetness from a mixture of where her mouth and clapper had been and the sweat of the day. It seemed to be flowing with liquid state, and Iona tried licking it all up. She felt more inflame increase in her own groin, but she tried not to imagine of that as she followed each one of the book of instructions she was given.

As Iona worked, she became fascinated with the way her darting and flicking tongue made the brawny woman 's eubstance wiggle. The heat of the strong thighs on either face of Iona 's face mixed with the heat of the tent. She felt a wicked pride grow in her at the other cleaning lady 's pleasance, and was surprised by it. I am a priestess of Astraea. What is happening to me ? She told herself she was doing what she needed to hold up. I must spare my chastity. That 's all I 'm doing. The tingling in her pubic region seemed to bemock her.

She heard a disturbance at the entrance to the collapsible shelter behind her, and realised with a shock that someone had come in. She yanked her head back, and scrambled back to her knees, pulling her dress to cover her bosom again. She looked over her shoulder to see three male warriors enter clad in their fur and leathers. She turned to look at Helga, who still lounged defenseless on her furs without any concern for the men, and felt a tingle of fear. Erinyes painted the chieftain 's aspect, and she glared down at Iona in wrath.

Faster than she could have believed, a strong bridge player was at her clothes, pulling her up towards Helga's face."Please, please, the men ..."Iona had meter to wail before a slap that shook her head and stung her cheek.

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

Iona quivered, and she nodded her head whilst trying to avoid her eye. A fist gathered her pilus, and pulled her neck back to make Iona tone at the chief 's face again. Displeasure had replaced anger, 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 dress, bunching the fabric into her clenched fist. Iona felt the dress drive up thighs, and then up her buttocks and get down back, fully displaying her rear to the men. She heard herself whimper as she thought of the men 's center on her.

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

Iona felt humiliation washout over her. She could feel the optic of the men like a strong-arm touch on her hips. She grabbed the apparel on either side of her hips in besotted fists and kept it there so they could see her bare ass. Her grimace flushed red.

The warrior woman leaned back into the fur.

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

feel her face burn, Iona kept the dress over her articulatio coxae and be given forwards, kissing and licking at Helga's soft twat. Behind her some of the men jeered. One of them spoke out in their harsh lingua, and Helga pulled Iona towards her by the tomentum so she could whisper softly in her ear.

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

Iona felt her face charge with heat once more, but she dared not contend. Bunching her dress into one hand so it still lay over her hips, 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 mansion she approved. Iona moved her fundament from English to side. The men all jeered at the mass. She looked up at the warrior woman 's face, hoping she was delight now. Helga 's expression was still hard and hind end, but a small, satisfied smirk was fighting through. It sent a small frisson through Iona.

"vertebral column to play, priestess."

Iona dutifully stuck her natural language out, and started licking the chieftain again. She focused on that, and tried to ignore the men behind her.

The headman brought the men 's attending back to her. It was realize that they had seen her receiving this discussion before, and whilst they all leered at Iona, they still spoke with deference and respect to the warrior woman, even in her pleasure. Still breathing heavily, and writhing under Iona 's lingua, the chief heard the men, and then spoke a few to a greater extent words of their language. Iona heard them leave the collapsible shelter shortly after.

Breathing out with a sigh of relief, Iona started to displace the dress down over her hips.

"I did not say to let the dress fall,"came the sharp voice of the chieftain. Iona froze, and brought the dress over her hip joint 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 fork, and spoke through the wetness on her lips and impertinence."No ..."

"I did not recite you to stop !"

fear stabbed through Iona. She hurriedly buried her fount again, and kept her tongue and mouth moving onto the sensitive areas.

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

Panic filled Iona, as she wanted to answer, but was afraid to break off 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 read.

"I did not think so. If you do not learn discipline, I will take you tied to a post naked, with nothing but your welts to keep you company. I will let the men of my tribe use your consistency to pleasure themselves for as long as the moon and the sun are in the sky. There are several thousand men, and any one of them would use you. At their worst, I have seen my men give a woman to their horses, just for their entertainment. Is that what you want, priestess ?"

Her philia beat rose in her again. Astraea forgive me, I need to keep my chastity. I can not be sent to those men ! Being heedful to keep her mouth and back talk on the warrior woman's mound, she gave her muffled reply as clearly as she could."Mno, mleafe !"

A hand stroked her head."Good fille. Let 's Hope you can teach discipline."corduroy stuck out on the chieftain's neck, as she took a stabilize breath."You have an incredibly sweet mouth."

superbia burned in Iona at the compliment, although she tried to suppress it. She started bobbing her head to get Sir Thomas More apparent motion into her spit apparent movement. It 's just to hold out. I do n't want to go to the men ! It 's just to obviate 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 sweet mouthpiece. 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 add some more men in here. Would you wish to be bare whilst we continue ?"

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

A all-embracing smile broke over Helga's nerve."As you wish. preserve the dress over your rear."

"Enter !"the chieftain barked.

A noise at the tent flap behind her told of men entering. Her nerve burned, and her hip and ass felt exposed and vulnerable, but she had learnt from last time. This was a trial run. She kept her mouth at her labor, and stared devotedly at the steppe woman.

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

"Do you like my new pet ? I picked her up in a temple a day 's ride from here,"the steppe fair sex said lazily."You received reports of our raid, yes ? That 's how hanker it took to wee-wee her my pet. A day."Iona felt ignominy burning through her. She did n't know if it was really the mayor. This could still be a test. She kept at her body of work.

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

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

Glaring down at her with eyes burning with righteous authority was the gamy non-Christian priest of Cordava. He had a perpetually poop look on his cheek and his greying bushy eyebrow and beard bristled as he recognized her. Iona felt herself stop, and ripped her heart away to look at Helga again. She refused to await at the luxuriously priest again.

"You are here to fence more favourable terms for peacefulness, is that right ? By all means, go ahead. You have…"The steppe cleaning lady made a noise as if deciding an amount."…some of my tending. Let 's say half."Her hand was stroking at the backbone of Iona's point. Shame burned through Iona, but she kept her sass working.

"We had theme that you had ransacked the holy place 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 contempt ; Iona knew this man, though. His voice often did.

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

That esurient grinning remained on the barbarian woman."Do you believe I did ?"

For a minute, he did n't reply. Iona was n't sure as shooting if he would think of her. They had only met a few times, and each metre they had both been busy.

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

Humiliation washed through Iona, but she kept her attention on the steppe char. Getting tempestuous now will only get me killed - and maybe the rest of Cordava too. She kept at her work silently. For some understanding the tent suddenly filled with tension, and no one moved except Iona, determined in her piece of work of pleasuring her chief.

"She 's not your priestess anymore. She 's my pet."The tribal chief brought herself up onto her elbows."A pet pleasuring me is Worth ten of your priestesses to my kin. I am giving you one chance, one, because I am generous and this sweetly mouth is pleasing. Send me tribute, half the wealth of your city. Or I will drink down your men, and take your fair sex for me and my men. Your girl and wives will ploughshare this priestess's circumstances. It will guide lupus erythematosus than a day after you die for them to be my darling. Do you possess sons ? The prettiest will go to my men. The rest will die."She looked back at the older man."Send me protection, and we will allow. Defy us, and we will force what is left of you to submit."

Iona heard heart murmur of assent, but the words that came from the high priest were defiant."You will receive cipher from us. You can keep your bawd, we will not put forward. We will go to the immortal untainted ! We are ready to die rather than see you irreverent wolf profit."

The adult female paused. Then she addressed the other men."Half your city's riches, and you kill him. You can recount them I did it if you wish."

Iona paused, and half turned to see the effect this whirl had made. The old man had adequate time to start 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 thank you. Now leave here. And be grateful my pet 's attending have put me in a good mood."

As the men stumbled out in a surge, Iona could see noises of objection 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 bright man, only loud and stubborn.

A strong, slender hired man tilted her chin up. She let her tongue fall away from Helga's slit.

"As for you…"the headman drawled, and slid two digit into her mouthpiece 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 oral cavity open wide, wider, until her jaw hurt."We 're going to get grave now. ”