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 epicurean pelt, had sternly and forcefully directed her to stay sat, and stay silent. She 'd see level about what would befall her she was ever captured by steppe kin group, and what horrors to expect. Her head still felt light from the jolt. She might only be eighteen, but she was a priestess ; a junior priestess, but a priestess of the goddess of chastity and honor, Astraea. existence captured by the steppe masses was a disaster. I 've heard what they do to the men and char 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 cleaning woman and men ravished. Out in the open, for all to see ! The stack had been more than Iona could handle.

This collapsible shelter felt different from the others, however. For one thing, it was much large, monolithic ; boastfully enough to hold over a hundred the great unwashed. It was easily as telling as the finery she had been used to in her temple, if not more so. The okay silk shock and blanket were casually strew around, indulgent and sumptuous pelts of exotic brute she could n't key were everywhere. Even the wooden furniture looked expensive, and had been polished with beeswax until it shone. Iona had no uncertainty 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 eye looking down, only glancing at them from the corner of her eye. It was impossible to neglect them, towering over her as they did even whilst lounging on their cushions. The smell of fret, horse and leather engulfed her. No thing what else was here, it could not hold her full attention for long, however. That returned inevitably to the fair sex reclining opposite her.

The headman towered over the men as they towered over Iona ; she was at least a head taller than the biggest man here. Clad in the same fur and leathers as the eternal rest, she had a slender musculature that was both clearly substantial and undoubtedly feminine. The blade that she had by her side of meat was easily the great that Iona had seen, bigger than Iona herself.

It was with that blade in hand that Iona had first seen the tribal chief appear, smashing down the room access to her tabernacle. It was with that brand that she had carved her way through the tabernacle sentry go, slashing and dancing through them like they were scarecrows. Most prison term she had not even met the safeguard'spear and blade before the blade sliced through them.The wildness and free grace that Iona had seen from the dark-haired woman had been amazing. 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 arse regard that bordered on anger, even as she lounged. There were plenty of word in a language Iona did not read, 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 trust to herself that she would not see any More. And each time Iona 's eye would be dragged back to the darker-haired woman a few hour later.

"You, girl !"

The barked wrangle, in Iona 's own language, startled her. It was the chieftain, looking straight person at her and suggest towards her. Timidly, Iona raised her oral sex and met her optic as best she could.

"Do you eff Cordava ? Lie, and we will engage your tongue, eyes and ear, and wash the wounding with table salt, vino and vinegar."

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

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

Some of the men hooted and jeered at Iona 's parole, but the tribal chief just gave a flimsy nod, and cast about significant glance. Eventually she glanced back at Iona with that relentless looking at on her face.

"You will plow me as foreman Helga, not Lady. That contempt will earn you five rap of the lash tomorrow morning. 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 daily, but had it not been enough ? Was this her punishment now ? A life history where she was to be lashed simply for saying the legal injury word ? I am a pupil of the divine, how could this be happening to me ? she wailed inwardly.

She was shaken from her view as the men stood, and the tribal chief 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.

Apprehension made Iona move slowly as she stood.

"I said motility !"barked the captain. Striding forwards, she grabbed Iona by the hair on the backbone of her head, more forcefully than painfully, and directed her out of the dim collapsible shelter. Iona could only move to proceed up, standing and shuffling bent grass over as the tribal chief threw her out into the glaring sunshine. Iona stumbled forwards, but caught herself from falling over, and kept walking swiftly to avoid any further attempt. She tried to sedate her beating heart by straightening her white dress, edged with the gold leaves of her order. Some of the men chuckled as she left. Iona tried to retrieve some gravitas as she walked. She took as steadying a breather as she could.

Helga directed her to a tent, smaller than the meeting tent, but still larger than all the rest Iona had seen in the tenting. As with the last, this one was lined with silk and luscious fur. A servant was polishing an expensive-looking wooden fold table, her body hunched over and trying not to draw attention to herself.

"parting us,"Helga commanded sharply.

With a bow, the servant hurriedly gathering her things with immediate but quieten crusade and left wing.

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

"Tomorrow you will tell us about Cordava. The Sir 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 buckles of her leather harness more slowly, and hung it on pegs set into the tent's supporting poles."Make no fault, those people can not hold against us. With your helper, no one need drop off their life."

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

"I ... uh… I ..."words fled from Iona 's mouth. She felt passion ejaculate to her face as the chieftain stepped towards her directly. Iona fought to neglect the gruelling optic. She was acutely aware of the breasts in nominal head of her as she looked towards the story."Yes, yes, I understand."There was a silence that Iona could feel, before she remembered."Yes, head Helga."

She felt more than saw Helga nodding."Good."With that she moved past Iona. Able again to look at her, Iona continued watching her move. She watched the chieftain's back ripple as she grabbed a washbasin. She had never seen a womanhood with shoulder joint like hers, so strong and round, yet womanly. As the tribal chief washed, Iona was transfixed with the water flowing over her skin as she lifted her arm this way and that to clean herself. Her endorse looks so strong ! Iona felt her heartbeat quicken slightly. Her eyes dropped lower, and as the dark-haired char started drying herself off, she turned and Iona could see her breasts again. They were n't as big as her own, or as turgid. But they look like they would be so soft to touch. Iona was n't indisputable where that thought had come from, but once it was inside her it was hard to think of anything else. The residuum of the captain 's physical structure had a rigorousness to it that Iona had n't known a charwoman 's body could stimulate, 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 masses to worry about in Cordava, lady friend ? Any family ?"

The questions snapped Iona from her reflection."My fellowship were killed by bandit, Chief Helga. to the highest degree of my supporter left for the regular army or the synagogue. The but family I have left is in a hamlet south of Cordava."

Ungrateful brat ! You need to memorise 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 keep their biography, and the lives of thousands of others."She hung the dampen cloth over a chairperson."My tribesmen will drink 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 fur opposition 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 bosom flopped to either side. From her Angle on the level Iona could see straight between the dark-haired woman 's legs, to the sonant hair on top of her kitty-cat. Everything about her said she was exhausted from the heat. When she looked down at Iona, however, there was a hungriness in her dark eyes.

"seed closer, daughter. add yourself here, and kneel in presence of me."

Iona felt a signified of apprehension grow in her, but did n't make bold argue. She shuffled on her knees in front of the chieftain, smoothing her dress down her thighs. Helga curled herself upwards, bring her face closing curtain to the kneeling woman. Iona could smack her hair, leather and whatever sweat had n't been washed off, this close to her.

"Have you ever pleasured a man before ?"The inquiry was direct, and to the point. Iona shook her header slowly, and tried not to let her dread show. The captain nodded, as if to herself."What of a charwoman ? Were there any… special friendship at your temple ?"

The question confused Iona. She did n't translate what a special friendship was. How could… ? Her side must accept shown her confusion, because the chief did n't hold off for her answer. Instead she just leaned in, placed a mitt on the spinal column of her head. and kissed her sass.

The impact of the other woman's hot brim sent fire through Iona. Her rim parted, and she felt a gentle, exploring tongue slipperiness through, retreating away from her sassing before she could respond. Her mind panicked, somehow feeling like she was going to get in trouble, but also unable to cerebrate. When the headman pulled away, she gripped Iona 's hair, tilting her principal upwards, and ran her digit lightly over her expression and neck. Iona felt her tegument tingling where the womanhood 's digit trailed.

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

Iona's mettle was pounding in her chest. She felt her brim move as she kissed the fingers dancing over her brim. Helga gave a low chuckle, and passion rushed to Iona 's face.

"Good girlfriend,"she said. And with that, she trailed her hand away from Iona's impertinence and onto her shoulder joint, pushing the wearing apparel part-way off to exhibit her breast. Nails trailed down her skin, and then manus were massaging her tender chassis. Iona felt exposed and vulnerable, but could n't come up the braveness to say anything. After a gentle squeeze, Iona felt a pant escape her oral cavity. The warm chill grew between her legs. Another kiss landed on her lips, this clip slower 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 captain pulled Iona by her haircloth towards her interior thigh."There. You are going to keep kissing there, and all around my pussy. Look me in the middle whilst you pleasure me, young lady. You have a reasonably fount, and I want to see it as I make you mine."

Iona bent to her task, keeping her eye on her captor as she had been told. From here the smell of leather and horses miscellaneous with the olfactory modality of the charwoman's tomentum, and as she ran her lips over the chieftain 's thigh and groyne she could sample it all, mixed with the salt of her exertion. She paid aid to how the taller woman reacted to her kisses. Just to the left wing of the kitty-cat there was a exceptional spot that she gasped at whenever Iona licked and kissed it, and Helga would push her look hard onto her when she did. Iona found herself spending to a greater extent metre there, wanting the stronger woman to snap up her and force her face down. The captain 's eyes stared down at her with that athirst looking, 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 vocalization was breathier than before."hold me satisfied, priestess, and I 'll keep you by my side. I 'll maintain you safe."She moaned as Iona sucked at her snatch."Be mine, and I will keep open you as a pet. But you must be loyal to me, like a trade good pet would. Even in your kernel. Do you want that, priestess ?"

Iona hesitated, feeling a moving ridge of mortification run through her. Deep inside her, she felt a inspiration in her body, one she did n't want to think 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 press of disgrace as she realized how fast her eye raced at the thought of being kept by this char. She nodded to the warrior.

"Then say the words, my pet."

"I want to be yours, Chief Helga."A renewed sense of shame came over Iona, but she did n't waver to say the words. You know them to be true. She ignored the shameful idea, and reminded herself she was doing this to live. She looked up at her new Chief, 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 looking in the black-haired woman intensified. Grabbing Iona 's head in both her hands, she turned the smaller char 's expression directly in front end of her genitals, and gently but firmly pulled her, tongue first, onto the top of her pussy.

"poke there, priestess. Run your lingua up and down my twat. suck gently at the top, and restrain running your lingua over me. Very good… mmm."

One of the strokes of Iona 's tongue must have hit a very pinnace billet, as the tribal chief pulled her tight into her cunt, hard enough that Iona stumbled forwards onto her mitt and knees. She kept licking, suckling and kissing in approximate desperation. The sweet-flavored smell of leather and horse mixed with the smell of her musk. Iona 's side was drenched in wetness from a variety of where her mouth and tongue had been and the effort of the day. It seemed to be flowing with liquid, and Iona tried licking it all up. She felt more warmth gain 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 fascinated with the way her darting and flicking knife made the muscular char 's body squirm. The hotness of the firm second joint on either English of Iona 's face mixed with the heat of the tent. She felt a wicked pride grow in her at the other womanhood '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 celibacy. That 's all I 'm doing. The tingling in her loins seemed to mock her.

She heard a disturbance at the entrance to the collapsible shelter behind her, and realised with a jounce that someone had come in. She yanked her nous back, and scrambled back to her stifle, pulling her apparel to report her breasts again. She looked over her shoulder to see three male warriors enter clad in their fur and leathers. She turned to reckon at Helga, who still lounged naked on her fur without any concern for the men, and felt a thrill of awe. Fury painted the chieftain 's human face, and she glared down at Iona in wrath.

Faster than she could receive believed, a strong hand was at her frock, pulling her up towards Helga's facial expression."Please, please, the men ..."Iona had clock time to mewl before a smack that shook her head and stung her cheek.

"I do not care about the men."Another slap on her other cheek caused both side of meat of her cheek to sting. Iona 's heart cadence faster than a horse 's."You do not manage about the men. If you stop before I tell you to, I will beat you until you have learnt true up discipline. Do you translate ?"

Iona quivered, and she nodded her head whilst trying to invalidate her eyes. A fist gathered her haircloth, and pulled her neck back to cook Iona look at the captain 's typeface again. Displeasure had replaced ire, 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 frock, bunching the textile into her clenched fist. Iona felt the clothes rally up thighs, and then up her bottom and depress back, fully displaying her rear to the men. She heard herself whimper as she thought of the men 's eye on her.

"Hold that wearing apparel there. Let them see you."

Iona felt abasement wash over her. She could feel the eyes of the men like a physical speck on her hips. She grabbed the apparel on either side of her pelvic arch in blotto clenched fist and kept it there so they could see her bare backside. Her face flushed red.

The warrior char leaned back into the furs.

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

Feeling her face burn mark, Iona kept the dress over her hips and leant forwards, kissing and licking at Helga's soft pussy. Behind her some of the men jeered. One of them spoke out in their rough tongue, and Helga pulled Iona towards her by the pilus so she could whisper softly in her ear.

"They think you have a skillful ass, priestess. Lean 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 boot with heat energy once more, but she dared not argue. Bunching her dress into one bridge player so it still lay over her articulatio coxae, she placed one hand down onto the carpet floor, leaned forwards and arched her back as far as she could. When she looked back at Helga, there was no house she approved. Iona moved her behind from side to side. The men all jeered at the mass. She looked up at the warrior woman 's face, hoping she was pleased now. Helga 's formula was still voiceless and stern, but a lowly, satisfied smirk was fighting through. It sent a small shiver through Iona.

"Back to knead, priestess."

Iona dutifully stuck her tongue out, and started licking the captain 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 treatment before, and whilst they all leered at Iona, they still spoke with compliancy and respect to the warrior woman, even in her pleasure. Still breathing heavily, and writhing under Iona 's tongue, the chief heard the men, and then spoke a few more password of their language. Iona heard them leave the tent shortly after.

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

"I did not say to let the dress fall,"came the acute voice of the chieftain. Iona froze, and brought the clothes 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 crotch, and spoke through the wetness on her sassing and brass."No ..."

"I did not tell you to break !"

Fear stabbed through Iona. She hurriedly buried her side again, and kept her clapper and rim 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 what her backtalk was doing. With her mouth on Helga 's agglomerate, she tried to say as clearly as possible,"Mno."It came out muffled, and Iona worried that she would not stimulate been realise.

"I did not think so. If you do not learn discipline, I will birth you tied to a billet naked, with goose egg but your weal 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 mop up, I have seen my men sacrifice a woman to their horses, just for their amusement. Is that what you want, priestess ?"

Her heart 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 retain her oral cavity and lips on the warrior woman's hummock, she gave her muffled reaction as clearly as she could."Mno, mleafe !"

A hand stroked her mind."Good girl. Let 's promise you can watch discipline."cord stuck out on the captain's neck, as she took a steadying breath."You have an incredibly sweet mouth."

superbia burned in Iona at the compliment, although she tried to conquer it. She started bobbing her heading to get more motility into her tongue movements. It 's just to outlive. I do n't require to go to the men ! It 's just to nullify that. She repeated that to herself like a mantra. She tried not to retrieve about about how pleased she was to be told she had a sweet mouth. She tried to not believe about how erotic she felt whilst enjoying this. The tingle in her womanhood had spread to her integral body.

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

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

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

"Enter !"the chieftain barked.

A stochasticity at the tent fluttering behind her told of men entering. Her face burned, and her articulatio coxae and ass felt exposed and vulnerable, but she had learnt from last prison term. This was a test. She kept her sassing at her task, and stared devotedly at the steppe woman.

"boss 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 mass before them took the words out of their sass. Iona realized they must give birth recognized her dress.

"Do you like my new pet ? I picked her up in a synagogue a day 's ride from here,"the steppe woman said lazily."You received reports of our raid, yes ? That 's how yearn it took to produce her my pet. A day."Iona felt shame burn 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 mass 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 cleaning woman. Iona could feel them at her back. 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 natural language was still working on the woman 's slit, she risked a look at who it was.

Glaring down at her with centre burning with righteous authorisation was the high-pitched priest of Cordava. He had a perpetually tush looking at on his face and his greying bushy supercilium and face fungus bristled as he recognized her. Iona felt herself turn back, and ripped her eyes away to look at Helga again. She refused to seem at the high priest again.

"You are here to indicate more favourable terms for peace, is that right ? By all means, go ahead. You have…"The steppe woman made a noise as if deciding an amount."…some of my attention. Let 's say half."Her deal was stroking at the back of Iona's drumhead. pity burned through Iona, but she kept her mouth working.

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

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

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

For a instant, he did n't reply. Iona was n't sure if he would commemorate her. They had only met a few multiplication, and each time they had both been busy.

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

Humiliation washed through Iona, but she kept her attention on the steppe adult female. Getting angry now will only get me killed - and maybe the rest of Cordava too. She kept at her employment silently. For some rationality the tent suddenly filled with tension, and no one moved except Iona, determined in her workplace of pleasuring her tribal chief.

"She 's not your priestess anymore. She 's my pet."The chief brought herself up onto her elbows."A pet pleasuring me is worth ten of your priestesses to my kin group. I am giving you one chance, one, because I am generous and this sweet rima oris is pleasing. Send me tribute, half the riches of your city. Or I will kill your men, and have your womanhood for me and my men. Your daughters and wives will percentage this priestess's destiny. It will take less than a day after you die for them to be my pets. Do you take in sons ? The prettiest will go to my men. The residue will die."She looked back at the older man."Send me tribute, and we will leave. Defy us, and we will force what is left of you to submit."

Iona heard murmurs of acquiescence, but the words that came from the senior high school non-Christian priest were defiant."You will take in nothing from us. You can keep your woman of the street, we will not submit. We will go to the God untarnished ! We are ready to die rather than see you godless savages profit."

The womanhood paused. Then she addressed the other men."Half your urban center's wealth, and you kill him. You can recount them I did it if you wish."

Iona paused, and one-half turned to see the effect this fling had made. The old man had enough meter 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 hebdomad, Chieftain,"one shouted.

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

As the men stumbled out in a upsurge, Iona could learn stochasticity of protest from the high priest. She heard them leave the tent, a loud cry, and then silence. She felt a burst of ruth for the old man. He had never been a impertinent man, only loud and obstinate.

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

"As for you…"the tribal chief drawled, and slid two digit into her oral cavity whilst she looked at Iona fervently. She sucked them lightly, and they came out of her mouthpiece wet. She pushed them past Iona 's back talk, and forced her backtalk open wide, wider, until her jaw scathe."We 're going to get serious now. ”