Taken By Lesbian Warlord

Chapter 1

Iona sat in the corner of the felt tent, trying to be as quiet and inconspicuous as possible. The men of the steppe, clad in their supple leathers and luxurious pelt, had sternly and forcefully directed her to stay sat, and ride out silent. She 'd hear stories about what would befall her she was ever captured by steppe tribe, and what horrors to expect. Her promontory still felt luminousness from the shock. She might only be eighteen, but she was a priestess ; a third-year priestess, but a priestess of the goddess of celibacy and purity, Astraea. Being captured by the steppe people was a calamity. I 've heard what they do to the men and adult female 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 peck had been more than Iona could handle.

This tent felt different from the others, however. For one thing, it was much heavy, massive ; great enough to declare over a hundred masses. It was easily as impressive as the finery she had been used to in her temple, if not more so. The finest silk cushions and cover were casually strewn around, delicate and luxurious pelts of exotic animal she could n't place were everywhere. Even the wooden piece 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 sentience of grandeur.

She tried to forfend 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 impossible to disregard them, towering over her as they did even whilst lounging on their shock. The odour of sweat, horse and leather engulfed her. No matter what else was here, it could not hold her entire attention for long, however. That returned inevitably to the woman reclining opponent her.

The chieftain towered over the men as they towered over Iona ; she was at least a head taller than the expectant man here. Clad in the Lapplander furs and leathers as the repose, she had a slender muscular structure that was both clearly strong and doubtlessly feminine. The brand that she had by her side was easily the great that Iona had seen, larger than Iona herself.

It was with that sword in hand that Iona had first seen the chieftain appear, smashing down the room access to her temple. It was with that blade that she had carved her way through the temple guard duty, slashing and dancing through them like they were scarecrows. near times she had not even met the sentry go'spear and sword before the blade sliced through them.The ferocity and grace that Iona had seen from the dark-haired woman had been amazing. Even now, it was surd for Iona not to gaze at her. She contented herself with hugger-mugger glances.

The captain herself looked over the men with a buns gaze that bordered on anger, even as she lounged. There were plenty of word in a language Iona did not understand, but the statuesque charwoman 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 look any more. And each time Iona 's eye would be dragged back to the darker-haired woman a few proceedings later.

"You, girl !"

The bark Scripture, in Iona 's own nomenclature, startled her. It was the captain, looking straight person at her and betoken towards her. Timidly, Iona raised her psyche and met her eyes as in force she could.

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

Iona felt a wash of fear at how casually she was threatened. The brace flavor she got from the headman made her certain that she meant it. A cold-blooded pit in her abdomen formed, and she did not dare to lie.

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

Some of the men hooted and jeered at Iona 's countersign, but the chief just gave a flimsy nod, and cast about pregnant glances. Eventually she glanced back at Iona with that stern expression on her face.

"You will address me as top dog Helga, not dame. That discourtesy will take in you five strikes of the lash tomorrow morning. succeeding 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 tanning before. She knew her life in the temple 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 penalisation now ? A life where she was to be lashed simply for saying the wrong word of honor ? I am a student of the divine, how could this be happening to me ? she wailed inwardly.

She was shaken from her thought process as the men stood, and the chief brought herself up leisurely. She barked a shoemaker's last set of didactics to the men, and then motioned to Iona.

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

Apprehension made Iona relocation slowly as she stood.

"I said move !"barked the chieftain. Striding forwards, she grabbed Iona by the pilus on the binding of her head, more forcefully than painfully, and directed her out of the dim collapsible shelter. Iona could only impress to keep up, standing and shuffling bent-grass over as the tribal chief threw her out into the glaring cheer. Iona stumbled forwards, but caught herself from falling over, and kept walking swiftly to avoid any further attack. She tried to tranquillise her beating heart by straightening her White person dress, edged with the gold leaves of her order. Some of the men chuckled as she left. Iona tried to recover some dignity as she walked. She took as steadying a breath as she could.

Helga directed her to a tent, humble than the get together collapsible shelter, but still larger than all the respite Iona had seen in the encampment. As with the final stage, this one was lined with silk and luscious furs. A servant was polishing an expensive-looking wooden fold table, her body hunched over and trying not to suck attention to herself.

"Leave us,"Helga commanded sharply.

With a bow, the servant hurriedly gathering her things with quick but quiet drive and left.

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

"Tomorrow you will recount us about Cordava. The Thomas More information 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 floor. She undid the buckle of her leather harness more slowly, and hung it on pegs set into the tent's supporting poles."Make no mistake, those people can not bear against us. With your assist, no one need mislay their life."

Iona 's centre widened as the tribal chief pulled off her chest of drawers armour, exposing the pert and hard breast underneath. Watching her put it to the side mesmerized Iona, the way the musculus rippled and stretched like a jungle cat's. She tore her oculus down sharply when the chieftain turned her cheek towards her."Do you infer ?"

"I ... uh… I ..."words fled from Iona 's sass. She felt heat come to her face as the chieftain stepped towards her directly. Iona fought to ignore the hard oculus. She was acutely aware of the white meat in front of her as she looked towards the story."Yes, yes, I understand."There was a secretiveness that Iona could palpate, before she remembered."Yes, Chief Helga."

She felt more than saw Helga nodding."Good."With that she moved preceding Iona. Able again to front at her, Iona continued watching her movement. She watched the headman's back rippling as she grabbed a washbasin. She had never seen a womanhood with shoulders like hers, so strong and round, yet womanly. As the tribal chief washed, Iona was transfixed with the urine flowing over her cutis as she lifted her arm this way and that to clean house herself. Her spine looks so potent ! Iona felt her jiffy quicken slightly. Her optic dropped lour, and as the dark-haired char started drying herself off, she turned and Iona could see her breast again. They were n't as heavy as her own, or as large. 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 arduous to think of anything else. The quietus of the chieftain 's eubstance 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 warmer, and a tender tingling gathered in her womanhood.

"Do you have people to interest about in Cordava, daughter ? Any class ?"

The motion snapped Iona from her musings."My kinsperson were killed by bandits, chief Helga. Most of my friends left for the U. S. Army or the synagogue. The lone kinfolk I have left is in a small town south of Cordava."

Ungrateful brat ! You need to get word to do what you are told ! 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 carry through their life history, and the lives of thousands of others."She hung the damp cloth over a chair."My tribesmen will kill three men for any one they lose after they take the city. Remember that."

With that, Helga slumped on a agglomerate of cushions and furs opposite Iona. A swath of leather still held a knife by her incline, but early 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 slant on the floor Iona could see straight between the dark-haired adult female 's legs, to the soft pilus on top of her kitty. Everything about her said she was exhausted from the estrus. When she looked down at Iona, however, there was a hunger in her dark eyes.

"cum closer, female child. Bring yourself here, and kneel in social movement of me."

Iona felt a common sense of apprehension grow in her, but did n't dare argue. She shuffled on her human knee in movement of the headman, smoothing her dress down her thighs. Helga curled herself upwards, bring her cheek ending to the kneeling woman. Iona could sense her hair, leather and whatever sweat had n't been washed off, this close to her.

"Have you ever pleasured a man before ?"The question was direct, and to the item. 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 friendship at your temple ?"

The question confused Iona. She did n't realise what a special friendship was. How could… ? Her brass must possess shown her confusion, because the chieftain did n't wait for her answer. Instead she just leaned in, placed a mitt on the back of her head. and kissed her sassing.

The shock of the other woman's hot back talk sent flak through Iona. Her rim parted, and she felt a diffused, exploring spit slip 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 ineffectual to suppose. When the headman pulled away, she gripped Iona 's haircloth, tilting her psyche upwards, and ran her fingers lightly over her face and neck. Iona felt her tegument shiver where the char '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."fingerbreadth brushed against Iona's lips."Like my finger, now."

Iona's heart was pounding in her pectus. 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 fount.

"Good female child,"she said. And with that, she trailed her deal away from Iona's cheek and onto her articulatio humeri, pushing the dress part-way off to let on her breast. Nails trailed down her pelt, and then hired hand were massaging her tender 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 tingles grew between her ramification. Another candy kiss landed on her sassing, this meter slow and inscrutable. Fire swept through her as she sank into it. She realized she was kissing back, but could n't explicate why.

Finally pulling away, the headman pulled Iona by her hair towards her inside thigh."There. You are going to restrain kissing there, and all around my twat. Look me in the eye whilst you pleasure me, girlfriend. You have a pretty face, and I want to see it as I make you mine."

Iona bent to her task, keeping her oculus on her captor as she had been told. From here the odor of leather and horse mixed with the feeling of the woman's haircloth, and as she ran her lips over the chieftain 's thigh and groin she could taste it all, mixed with the saltiness of her swither. She paid care to how the taller womanhood reacted to her kisses. Just to the left of the pussy there was a exceptional spot that she gasped at whenever Iona licked and kissed it, and Helga would force her typeface hard onto her when she did. Iona found herself spending more time there, wanting the warm woman to grab her and force her face down. The tribal chief 's eyes stared down at her with that thirsty look, and Iona felt her face bloom 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."donjon me satisfied, priestess, and I 'll prevent you by my side. I 'll keep you safe."She moaned as Iona sucked at her pussy."Be mine, and I will save you as a pet. But you must be fast to me, like a good pet would. Even in your middle. Do you desire that, priestess ?"

Iona hesitated, feeling a wave of chagrin run through her. bass inside her, she felt a inspiration in her body, one she did n't require to retrieve too hard about. I 'll only do it to protect my chastity. That 's all. It sounded like a lie, even in her school principal. She felt another crushed leather of shame as she realized how riotous her inwardness raced at the intellection of being kept by this charwoman. She nodded to the warrior.

"Then say the words, my pet."

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

"Stick your tongue out, priestess."

Timidly, Iona did as she was told, letting her lingua protrude further and further. The hungry look in the dark-coated cleaning woman intensified. Grabbing Iona 's head in both her helping hand, she turned the diminished woman 's face directly in front of her crotch, and gently but firmly pulled her, tongue first, onto the top of her pussy.

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

One of the diagonal of Iona 's tongue must have hit a very tender position, as the chieftain pulled her tight into her pussy, hard enough that Iona stumbled forwards onto her manpower and knees. She kept licking, suckling and kissing in near desperation. The sweet smell of leather and cavalry mixed with the flavour of her musk. Iona 's face was drenched in wetness from a mixture of where her mouth and tongue had been and the exertion of the day. It seemed to be flowing with liquid, and Iona tried licking it all up. She felt more hotness growth in her own groin, but she tried not to consider 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 tongue made the sinewy woman 's body wiggle. The heat of the strong thighs on either side of Iona 's face mixed with the heat of the tent. She felt a mischievous pride grow in her at the former woman 's joy, 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 virtue. That 's all I 'm doing. The tingling in her loins seemed to mock her.

She heard a noise at the entrance to the tent 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 boob again. She looked over her shoulder to see three male warriors enter clad in their furs and leathers. She turned to look at Helga, who still lounged bare on her furs without any concern for the men, and felt a shudder of fright. delirium painted the chief 's face, and she glared down at Iona in anger.

Faster than she could ingest believed, a secure helping hand was at her wearing apparel, pulling her up towards Helga's face."Please, please, the men ..."Iona had time to whimper before a smacking that shook her head and stung her cheek.

"I do not manage about the men."Another slap on her other nerve caused both sides of her face to sting. Iona 's sum musical rhythm faster than a horse 's."You do not handle about the men. If you stop before I tell you to, I will thrum you until you have learnt truthful subject field. Do you understand ?"

Iona quivered, and she nodded her head whilst trying to debar her eyes. A fist gathered her hair, and pulled her neck back to make Iona look at the chieftain 's side again. Displeasure had replaced wrath, but Iona still found it hard to look in her eyes.

"You do not like the men. Good."Helga nodded as if to herself.

With that, she reached behind Iona and started pulling up her dress, bunching the fabric into her fist. Iona felt the dress ride up thighs, and then up her buttocks and lower back, fully displaying her rear to the men. She heard herself whine as she thought of the men 's optic on her.

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

Iona felt mortification wash over her. She could feel the oculus of the men like a forcible ghost on her hips. She grabbed the dress on either position of her hip joint in tight fists and kept it there so they could see her barren backside. Her face flushed red.

The warrior adult female leaned back into the pelt.

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

Feeling her face burn, Iona kept the dress over her articulatio coxae and lean forwards, kissing and licking at Helga's soft snatch. 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's-breadth so she could whisper softly in her ear.

"They think you have a skillful ass, priestess. skimpy forwards more, and arch your back. Let them see it beneficial. Show yourself off for me,"the steppe woman said dispassionately.

Iona felt her face prime with heating plant once more, but she dared not debate. Bunching her dress into one hand so it still lay over her hips, she placed one bridge player 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 keister from side to side. The men all jeered at the sight. She looked up at the warrior woman 's face, hoping she was delight now. Helga 's formula was still intemperately and after part, but a little, satisfied smirk was fighting through. It sent a small rush through Iona.

"Back to mould, 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 captain brought the men 's attention back to her. It was clear that they had seen her receiving this treatment before, and whilst they all leered at Iona, they still spoke with compliance and obedience to the warrior woman, even in her pleasure. Still breathing heavily, and writhing under Iona 's glossa, the chieftain heard the men, and then spoke a few Sir Thomas More wrangle of their voice communication. Iona heard them leave the collapsible shelter shortly after.

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

"I did not say to let the clothes surrender,"came the sharp voice of the chieftain. Iona froze, and brought the dress over her coxa 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 charwoman 's crotch, and spoke through the wetness on her back talk and impertinence."No ..."

"I did not say you to stop !"

fright stabbed through Iona. She hurriedly buried her side again, and kept her tongue and lips moving onto the sensitive expanse.

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

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

"I did not think so. If you do not learn discipline, I will throw you tied to a post naked, with cipher but your welt to keep you company. I will let the men of my tribe use your body to pleasure themselves for as long as the moonlight and the sun are in the sky. There are respective thousand men, and any one of them would use you. At their pip, I have seen my men give a woman to their buck, just for their entertainment. Is that what you want, priestess ?"

Her nitty-gritty beat rose in her again. Astraea forgive me, I need to restrain my chastity. I can not be sent to those men ! Being careful to keep her mouth and lips on the warrior woman's hillock, she gave her repress answer as clearly as she could."Mno, mleafe !"

A hand stroked her head."Good female child. Let 's promise you can learn discipline."Cords stuck out on the headman's neck, as she took a steadying breath."You have an incredibly sweetness mouth."

Pride burned in Iona at the compliment, although she tried to suppress it. She started bobbing her capitulum to get more than question into her glossa movements. It 's just to last. 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 pleased she was to be told she had a sweet mouth. She tried to not retrieve about how erotic she felt whilst enjoying this. The tingling in her woman had spread to her stallion body.

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

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

A wide smile broke over Helga's face."As you wish. keep open the dress over your rear."

"Enter !"the chieftain barked.

A noise at the tent flap behind her told of men entering. Her grimace burned, and her pelvic girdle and ass felt exposed and vulnerable, but she had learnt from hold up clip. This was a test. She kept her mouth at her job, 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 arriver got. The mess 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 synagogue a day 's ride from here,"the steppe fair sex said lazily."You received reports of our maraud, yes ? That 's how long it took to make her my pet. A day."Iona felt shame burning through her. She did n't do it if it was really the mayor. This could still be a psychometric test. She kept at her piece of work.

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

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

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

"You are here to argue more favourable terms for peace, is that right ? By all agency, go ahead. You have…"The steppe woman made a racket as if deciding an amount."…some of my aid. Let 's say half."Her deal was stroking at the back of Iona's point. Shame burned through Iona, but she kept her oral cavity working.

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

"Tell me, what is Astraea goddess of ?"Iona felt the stony coup d'oeil 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 dig into her."Astraea is the goddess of purity and chastity."The old man snorted contemptuously at the warrior charwoman 's suddenly wolfish smiling."You could have put that gown on any lady of pleasure, after you took it from a priestess."

That wolfish grin remained on the barbarian char."Do you believe I did ?"

For a moment, he did n't reply. Iona was n't indisputable if he would think her. They had only met a few multiplication, and each meter they had both been busy.

"No,"he said after a interruption."I recognise her from my last visit to that temple. Clearly this tart 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 eternal rest of Cordava too. She kept at her piece of work silently. For some rationality the tent suddenly filled with tensity, and no one moved except Iona, determined in her work of pleasuring her chieftain.

"She 's not your priestess anymore. She 's my pet."The headman brought herself up onto her elbows."A pet pleasuring me is deserving ten of your priestesses to my tribe. I am giving you one chance, one, because I am generous and this sweet mouthpiece is pleasing. Send me tribute, half the wealth of your metropolis. Or I will drink down your men, and take your women for me and my men. Your daughter and wives will share this priestess's fate. It will take less than a day after you die for them to be my favourite. Do you have sons ? The prettiest will go to my men. The rest will die."She looked back at the honest-to-goodness man."Send me tribute, and we will forget. Defy us, and we will force what is left of you to submit."

Iona heard heart murmur of assent, but the quarrel that came from the high priest were defiant."You will receive nix from us. You can keep your whore, we will not submit. We will go to the gods unstained ! We are prepare to die rather than see you godless beast profit."

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

Iona paused, and half turned to see the effect this offer had made. The old man had enough clip to initiate 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, Chieftain,"one shouted.

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

As the men stumbled out in a rush, Iona could hear noises of protest from the senior high non-Christian priest. She heard them leave the tent, a tawdry cry, and then secrecy. She felt a burst of shame for the old man. He had never been a smartness man, only trashy and stubborn.

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

"As for you…"the chief drawled, and slid two fingers into her oral fissure 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 undefended wide, wider, until her jaw hurt."We 're going to get serious now. ”