Taken By Lesbian Warlord

Chapter 1

Iona sat in the box of the find tent, trying to be as quiet and inconspicuous as possible. The men of the steppe, clad in their supple leathers and sybaritic fur, had sternly and forcefully directed her to stay sat, and stay silent. She 'd heard stories about what would bechance her she was ever captured by steppe clan, and what horrors to carry. Her headland still felt igniter from the electrical shock. She might only be eighteen, but she was a priestess ; a third-year priestess, but a priestess of the goddess of virtue and purity, Astraea. existence 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 grateful. But she had already seen women and men ravished. Out in the undefended, for all to see ! The sight had been more than Iona could handle.

This collapsible shelter felt different from the others, however. For one matter, it was much larger, massive ; boastfully enough to maintain over a century people. It was easily as impressive as the finery she had been used to in her temple, if not more so. The o.k. silk shock and blanket were casually strewn around, soft and sybaritic pelts of exotic animals she could n't identify 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 maraud and debacle, but it still conveyed a sensory faculty of grandeur.

She tried to avoid 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 ignore them, towering over her as they did even whilst lounging on their shock. The smell of sweat, horse and leather engulfed her. No matter what else was here, it could not contain her wax 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 teacher taller than the grownup man here. Clad in the same furs and leathers as the rest, she had a slender musculature that was both clearly hard and undoubtedly feminine. The sword that she had by her slope was easily the bombastic that Iona had seen, larger than Iona herself.

It was with that blade in hand that Iona had first seen the chieftain appear, smashing down the doorway to her tabernacle. It was with that brand that she had carved her way through the temple guards, slashing and dancing through them like they were scarecrows. Most times she had not even met the guards'lance and sword before the blade sliced through them.The vehemence and blessing that Iona had seen from the dark-haired woman had been awe-inspiring. Even now, it was tough for Iona not to gaze at her. She contented herself with surreptitious glances.

The tribal chief herself looked over the men with a stern gaze that bordered on anger, even as she lounged. There were pot of treatment in a language Iona did not realize, but the stately adult female would only say one or two watchword, letting the men argue amongst themselves. Every so often she would peek at Iona, catching her staring. At those times Iona jumped, looked down and rely to herself that she would not look any more. And each meter Iona 's eye would be dragged back to the darker-haired cleaning woman a few hour later.

"You, girl !"

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

"Do you know Cordava ? Lie, and we will pick out your lingua, eyes and ears, and wash the wounds with salinity, wine and vinegar."

Iona felt a lavation of veneration at how casually she was threatened. The stiff tone she got from the headman made her certain that she meant it. A cold pit in her tum formed, and she did not dare to lie.

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

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

"You will accost me as Chief Helga, not Lady. That discourtesy will earn you five hit of the whiplash tomorrow aurora. 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 lifespan in the temple had been pampered and cared for. She had always been grateful, and had prayed her thanks everyday, but had it not been enough ? Was this her punishment now ? A life where she was to be lashed simply for saying the incorrectly word ? I am a bookman 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, missy,"Helga said, not unkindly.

arrest made Iona motility slowly as she stood.

"I said move !"barked the chieftain. Striding forwards, she grabbed Iona by the hair on the vertebral column of her capitulum, more forcefully than painfully, and directed her out of the dim tent. Iona could only move to keep up, standing and shuffling bent over as the chieftain threw her out into the glaring sunlight. Iona stumbled forwards, but caught herself from falling over, and kept walking swiftly to avoid any boost attacks. She tried to calm 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 regain some self-regard as she walked. She took as steadying a breath as she could.

Helga directed her to a tent, minor than the coming together tent, but still expectant than all the rest Iona had seen in the tenting. As with the concluding, this one was lined with silk and delectable furs. A servant was polishing an expensive-looking wooden folding board, her soundbox hunched over and trying not to draw attention to herself.

"leave-taking us,"Helga commanded sharply.

With a bow, the servant hurriedly gathering her affair with quickly but calm down motility and left.

"kneeling there."Helga directed her to a particularly prominent pile of furs. Still feeling unsettled, Iona sank into them nervously.

"Tomorrow you will tell us about Cordava. The more information we have, the more than of the townspeople we will spare."She started unbuckling her armour and discarding her clothes, straps of leather falling to the storey. She undid the buckles of her leather harness more slowly, and hung it on peg set into the tent's supporting poles."Make no error, those people can not hold against us. With your help, no one motive lose their life."

Iona 's optic widened as the chieftain pulled off her chest armor, exposing the pert and hard white meat underneath. Watching her put it to the incline mesmerized Iona, the way the muscles 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 ..."language fled from Iona 's mouth. She felt rut come to her typeface as the chieftain stepped towards her directly. Iona fought to ignore the hard eyes. She was acutely cognizant of the knocker in battlefront of her as she looked towards the floor."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 count at her, Iona continued watching her move. She watched the captain's back ripple as she grabbed a washbasin. She had never seen a adult female with shoulder like hers, so strong and round, yet womanly. As the captain washed, Iona was transfixed with the body of water flowing over her cutis as she lifted her arm this way and that to clean herself. Her backwards looks so hard ! Iona felt her instant quicken slightly. Her middle dropped low, and as the dark-coated woman 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 large. But they look like they would be so indulgent to partake. Iona was n't sure where that thought had come from, but once it was inside her it was hard to think of anything else. The rest of the chieftain 's consistency had a callosity to it that Iona had n't known a charwoman 's body could own, yet the skin looked so smooth. As she watched, Iona felt herself getting heater, and a warm tingling gathered in her womanhood.

"Do you have people to occupy about in Cordava, missy ? Any family ?"

The questions snapped Iona from her musing."My class were killed by brigand, Chief Helga. Most of my ally left for the army or the temples. The exclusively family I have left is in a village due south of Cordava."

Ungrateful brat ! You need to hear 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 lay aside their life, and the lives of G of others."She hung the damp fabric over a chair."My tribesmen will wipe out three men for any one they lose after they take the city. Remember that."

With that, Helga slumped on a atomic pile of cushion and furs opposite 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 genu were splayed out lazily, and her bosom flopped to either English. From her Angle on the trading floor Iona could see straight between the brown-haired charwoman 's peg, to the indulgent whisker on top of her pussy. 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.

"Come closer, fille. Bring yourself here, and kneel in front end of me."

Iona felt a sense of apprehension grow in her, but did n't dare argue. She shuffled on her knee joint in front of the chieftain, smoothing her dress down her thighs. Helga curled herself upwards, bring her face stopping point to the kneeling adult female. Iona could smell her hair, leather and whatever swither had n't been washed off, this close to her.

"Have you ever pleasured a man before ?"The question was target, and to the point. 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 friendships at your synagogue ?"

The interrogative confused Iona. She did n't understand what a special friendship was. How could… ? Her face must accept shown her muddiness, because the tribal chief did n't wait for her answer. Instead she just leaned in, placed a helping hand on the back of her fountainhead. and kissed her lips.

The shock of the former char's hot lip sent fire through Iona. Her lips parted, and she felt a subdued, exploring tongue slip through, retreating away from her mouth before she could react. Her mind panicked, somehow feeling like she was going to get in trouble, but also unable to remember. When the chief pulled away, she gripped Iona 's hair's-breadth, tilting her head upwards, and ran her fingerbreadth lightly over her face and neck opening. Iona felt her tegument tingle where the woman 's finger trailed.

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

Iona's heart was pounding in her chest. She felt her sassing move as she kissed the fingers dancing over her lips. Helga gave a low chuckle, and heating system rushed to Iona 's face.

"goodness girl,"she said. And with that, she trailed her handwriting away from Iona's boldness and onto her shoulder, pushing the wearing apparel part-way off to expose her breast. Nails trailed down her hide, and then hands were massaging her tender flesh. Iona felt exposed and vulnerable, but could n't muster the courage to say anything. After a conciliate clinch, Iona felt a gasp leakage her mouthpiece. The warm tingles grew between her peg. Another kiss landed on her back talk, this prison term boring and deeper. firing 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 hair towards her inner second joint."There. You are going to sustain petting there, and all around my slit. Look me in the eyes whilst you pleasure me, girl. You have a moderately face, and I want to see it as I make you mine."

Iona bent to her task, keeping her eyes on her captor as she had been told. From here the aroma of leather and buck mixed with the smell of the woman's hair, and as she ran her lips over the captain 's second joint and groin she could sample it all, mingle with the salt of her sweat. She paid attention to how the taller woman reacted to her candy kiss. Just to the left of the puss 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 womanhood to take hold of her and forcefulness her nerve down. The chief 's eyes stared down at her with that hungry look, and Iona felt her boldness boot as she was filled with a mixture of abasement and desire.

"I 'm going to make you mine,"Helga whispered. Her voice was breathier than before."sustenance me satisfied, priestess, and I 'll keep you by my position. I 'll keep you safe."She moaned as Iona sucked at her pussy."Be mine, and I will prevent you as a pet. But you must be patriotic to me, like a good pet would. Even in your heart. Do you require 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 want to conceive too gruelling about. I 'll only do it to protect my chastity. That 's all. It sounded like a lie, even in her head teacher. She felt another crushed leather of shame as she realized how fast her heart 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, chieftain Helga."A renewed gumption of shame came over Iona, but she did n't hesitate to say the word. You know them to be dependable. She ignored the shameful thought, and reminded herself she was doing this to go. She looked up at her new head, 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 at in the black-haired womanhood intensified. Grabbing Iona 's head in both her custody, she turned the littler adult female 's face directly in forepart of her privates, and gently but firmly pulled her, tongue first, onto the top of her pussy.

"Lick there, priestess. Run your tongue up and down my cunt. suction gently at the top, and keep running your spit over me. Very good… mmm."

One of the strokes of Iona 's tongue must have hit a very stamp office, as the chieftain pulled her tight into her pussy, severe enough that Iona stumbled forwards onto her hired man and knee. She kept licking, suckling and kissing in cheeseparing desperation. The afters scent of leather and horse mixed with the smell of her musk. Iona 's face was drenched in wetness from a miscellanea of where her oral fissure and tongue had been and the sudor of the day. It seemed to be flowing with liquid, and Iona tried licking it all up. She felt more heating addition in her own groin, but she tried not to think of that as she followed each one of the pedagogy she was given.

As Iona worked, she became mesmerized with the way her darting and flicking glossa made the muscular char 's trunk wiggle. The heat of the strong thighs on either English of Iona 's side mixed with the heat of the tent. She felt a mischievous superbia 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 spare my chastity. That 's all I 'm doing. The tingle in her pubic region seemed to mock her.

She heard a noise at the entrance to the tent behind her, and realised with a shock that mortal had come in. She yanked her head back, and scrambled back to her knees, pulling her dress to cover her breasts again. She looked over her shoulder to see three male warriors enter clad in their fur and leathers. She turned to front at Helga, who still lounged naked on her furs without any business for the men, and felt a thrill of fear. Fury painted the chieftain 's face, and she glared down at Iona in wrath.

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

"I do not care about the men."Another smack on her early impertinence caused both face of her face to sting. Iona 's heart pulsation faster than a horse 's."You do not like about the men. If you stop before I tell you to, I will wash up you until you have learnt true bailiwick. Do you realize ?"

Iona quivered, and she nodded her foreland whilst trying to avoid her eye. A fist gathered her whisker, and pulled her cervix back to crap Iona look at the headman 's brass 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 apparel, bunching the framework into her clenched fist. Iona felt the dress ride up thighs, and then up her keister and lower back, fully displaying her rear to the men. She heard herself whimper as she thought of the men 's center on her.

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

Iona felt humiliation race over her. She could finger the eyes of the men like a physical touch on her hip. She grabbed the wearing apparel on either side of her pelvis in tight clenched fist and kept it there so they could see her bare backside. Her human face flushed red.

The warrior woman leaned back into the furs.

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

Feeling her face burn, Iona kept the wearing apparel over her pelvic girdle and leant forwards, kissing and licking at Helga's subdued slit. Behind her some of the men jeered. One of them spoke out in their harsh glossa, and Helga pulled Iona towards her by the pilus so she could whisper softly in her ear.

"They think you have a nice ass, priestess. Lean forwards more, and arch your vertebral column. Let them see it better. show yourself off for me,"the steppe woman said dispassionately.

Iona felt her face flush with heat once more, but she dared not argue. Bunching her dress into one hired hand so it still lay over her hips, she placed one hand down onto the carpeted story, 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 seat from side to side. The men all jeered at the sight. She looked up at the warrior adult female 's aspect, hoping she was pleased now. Helga 's verbalism was still heavily and stark, but a pocket-sized, satisfied smirk was fighting through. It sent a modest frisson through Iona.

"rear to work, priestess."

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

The chieftain brought the men 's attention back to her. It was clear that they had seen her receiving this intervention before, and whilst they all leered at Iona, they still spoke with compliancy and respect to the warrior fair sex, even in her pleasure. Still breathing heavily, and writhing under Iona 's tongue, the chief heard the men, and then spoke a few Sir Thomas More words of their linguistic communication. Iona heard them leave the tent shortly after.

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

"I did not say to let the garb fall,"came the sharp representative of the chieftain. Iona froze, and brought the garb over her pelvis 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 adult female 's private parts, and spoke through the wetness on her rim and brass."No ..."

"I did not tell you to contain !"

concern stabbed through Iona. She hurriedly buried her face again, and kept her tongue and lips moving onto the medium surface area.

"punter. 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 back talk was doing. With her mouth on Helga 's pitcher, she tried to say as clearly as possible,"Mno."It came out muffled, and Iona worried that she would not have been understood.

"I did not think so. If you do not discover discipline, I will have you tied to a Charles William Post naked, with zero but your wale to prevent you company. I will let the men of my tribe use your body to pleasure themselves for as long as the Sun Myung 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 adult female to their sawbuck, just for their entertainment. Is that what you want, priestess ?"

Her bosom pulsation rose in her again. Astraea forgive me, I need to keep my celibacy. I can not be sent to those men ! Being careful to keep her lip and lips on the warrior woman's hillock, she gave her muffled reply as clearly as she could."Mno, mleafe !"

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

Pride burned in Iona at the compliment, although she tried to suppress it. She started bobbing her head to get to a greater extent gesture into her tongue drift. It 's just to live. I do n't want to go to the men ! It 's just to annul that. She repeated that to herself like a mantra. She tried not to believe about about how pleased she was to be told she had a sweet mouthpiece. She tried to not mean about how titillating she felt whilst enjoying this. The tingling in her womanhood had paste to her entire body.

"I 'm going to bring some to a greater extent men in here. Would you like to be naked whilst we continue ?"

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

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

"Enter !"the chief barked.

A stochasticity at the tent 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 clip. This was a test. She kept her sassing at her task, and stared devotedly at the steppe woman.

"foreman Helga, we would like to demonstrate ourselves. I am the city manager of Cordava, and with me are…"That was as far as the new reaching got. The flock before them took the words out of their mouths. Iona realized they must give recognized her dress.

"Do you care my new pet ? I picked her up in a temple a day 's ride from here,"the steppe woman said lazily."You received reports of our raid, yes ? That 's how long it took to ca-ca her my pet. A day."Iona felt shame burn through her. She did n't know if it was really the city manager. This could still be a tryout. She kept at her workplace.

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

Slowly, the men walked closer towards the two womanhood. Iona could feel them at her back. One of them stood by her side, but well out of arm's orbit. He could see her face clearly, and what she was doing. Making sure enough her tongue was still working on the womanhood 's pussy, she risked a look at who it was.

Glaring down at her with eyes burning with righteous dominance was the high up non-Christian priest of Cordava. He had a perpetually posterior flavour on his grimace and his greying bushy brow and beard bristled as he recognized her. Iona felt herself stop, and ripped her eye away to seem at Helga again. She refused to look at the richly non-Christian priest again.

"You are here to fence more favourable footing for ataraxis, is that right ? By all means, go ahead. You have…"The steppe adult female made a randomness as if deciding an quantity."…some of my attention. Let 's say half."Her script was stroking at the back of Iona's pass. disgrace burned through Iona, but she kept her mouth working.

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

"Tell me, what is Astraea goddess of ?"Iona felt the stony glance 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 adult female 's suddenly wolfish grinning."You could take in put that robe on any whore, after you took it from a priestess."

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

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

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

chagrin washed through Iona, but she kept her attention on the steppe cleaning lady. Getting angry now will only get me killed - and maybe the rest of Cordava too. She kept at her piece of work silently. For some ground the tent suddenly filled with tension, and no one moved except Iona, determined in her oeuvre of pleasuring her captain.

"She 's not your priestess anymore. She 's my pet."The chieftain brought herself up onto her articulatio cubiti."A pet pleasuring me is Worth ten of your priestesses to my tribe. I am giving you one luck, one, because I am generous and this sugariness mouth is pleasing. institutionalise me tribute, half the wealth of your city. Or I will down your men, and pick out your women for me and my men. Your girl and married woman will share this priestess's fate. It will take less than a day after you die for them to be my pets. Do you sustain sons ? The prettiest will go to my men. The rest will die."She looked back at the older man."Send me tribute, and we will pull up stakes. Defy us, and we will pressure what is left of you to submit."

Iona heard murmurs of acquiescence, but the Bible that came from the high up priest were defiant."You will receive nothing from us. You can hold open your whore, we will not submit. We will go to the gods untainted ! We are fix to die rather than see you godless savages profit."

The fair sex paused. Then she addressed the other men."one-half your urban center's wealth, 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 time to start repeating himself, before all three men behind him grabbed and yanked him screaming out of the tent.

"station waggon 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 goodness mood."

As the men stumbled out in a rush, Iona could hear haphazardness of protest from the senior high non-Christian 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 smart man, only loud and stubborn.

A secure, slender mitt tilted her chin up. She let her tongue come away from Helga's twat.

"As for you…"the chief drawled, and slid two digit into her mouth whilst she looked at Iona fervently. She sucked them lightly, and they came out of her mouthpiece wet. She pushed them past Iona 's sassing, and forced her mouth open air spacious, wider, until her jaw injury."We 're going to get serious now. ”