Taken By tribade Warlord

Chapter 1

Iona sat in the recession of the felt collapsible shelter, trying to be as quieten and inconspicuous as possible. The men of the steppe, clad in their supple leathers and luxurious furs, had sternly and forcefully directed her to rest sat, and abide soundless. She 'd discover stories about what would befall her she was ever captured by steppe folk, and what repugnance to await. Her top dog still felt Inner Light from the cushion. She might only be XVIII, but she was a priestess ; a junior priestess, but a priestess of the goddess of celibacy and pureness, Astraea. Being captured by the steppe the great unwashed was a disaster. I 've heard what they do to the men and fair sex 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 heap had been more than Iona could handle.

This collapsible shelter felt unlike from the others, however. For one matter, it was much tumid, massive ; large enough to hold over a one C mass. It was easily as impressive as the finery she had been used to in her temple, if not more so. The finest silk shock absorber and blanket were casually strewn around, soft and luxurious pelts of exotic fauna 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 uncertainty that they had gotten everything here from raids and slaughter, but it still conveyed a sense of grandeur.

She tried to invalidate being noticed by any of the men in the collapsible shelter. She kept her eyes looking down, only glancing at them from the turning point of her eye. It was impossible to brush aside them, towering over her as they did even whilst lounging on their shock. The smell of fret, gymnastic horse and leather engulfed her. No matter what else was here, it could not hold her full attention for long, however. That returned inevitably to the woman reclining face-to-face her.

The captain towered over the men as they towered over Iona ; she was at least a nous taller than the biggest man here. Clad in the Lapplander furs and leathers as the respite, she had a slender musculature that was both clearly strong and undoubtedly feminine. The sword that she had by her incline was easily the largest that Iona had seen, larger than Iona herself.

It was with that sword in manus that Iona had first seen the chief appear, smashing down the doors to her temple. It was with that brand that she had carved her way through the temple sentry duty, slashing and dancing through them like they were scarecrows. about metre she had not even met the guards'spears and blade before the steel sliced through them.The wildness and gracility that Iona had seen from the dark-haired woman had been awe-inspiring. Even now, it was hard for Iona not to stare at her. She contented herself with hugger-mugger glances.

The headman herself looked over the men with a stern gaze that bordered on anger, even as she lounged. There were lot of discussion in a language Iona did not sympathize, 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 sentence Iona jumped, looked down and swore to herself that she would not calculate any more. And each time Iona 's eye would be dragged back to the darker-haired woman a few minutes later.

"You, girl !"

The barked speech, in Iona 's own language, startled her. It was the chief, looking straightaway at her and suggest towards her. Timidly, Iona raised her head and met her eyes as just she could.

"Do you have it away Cordava ? Lie, and we will engage your lingua, eyes and ears, and wash the wounds with table salt, wine and vinegar."

Iona felt a washing of fright at how casually she was threatened. The unbendable look 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 part of my tariff at the temple."

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

"You will address me as Chief Helga, not Lady. That disrespect will earn you five strikes of the whip tomorrow first light. 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-time 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 penalisation now ? A life where she was to be lashed simply for saying the amiss password ? I am a bookman of the divine, how could this be happening to me ? she wailed inwardly.

She was shaken from her cerebration as the men stood, and the chieftain brought herself up leisurely. She barked a last-place set of instructions to the men, and then motioned to Iona.

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

catch made Iona move slowly as she stood.

"I said move !"barked the chieftain. Striding forwards, she grabbed Iona by the fuzz on the back of her head, more forcefully than painfully, and directed her out of the dim tent. Iona could only run to hold open up, standing and shuffling set over as the chief 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 calm her beating heart by straightening her white dress, edged with the Au leaves of her Order. Some of the men chuckled as she left. Iona tried to retrieve some self-regard as she walked. She took as steadying a breath as she could.

Helga directed her to a collapsible shelter, humble than the meeting tent, but still larger than all the rest Iona had seen in the campsite. As with the net, this one was lined with silks and red-hot furs. A handmaiden was polishing an expensive-looking wooden folding table, her dead body hunched over and trying not to draw and quarter attention to herself.

"leave us,"Helga commanded sharply.

With a bow, the handmaid hurriedly gathering her things with quick but hushed movements and left.

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

"Tomorrow you will tell us about Cordava. The more information we have, the more of the townspeople we will spare."She started unbuckling her armour and discarding her clothes, strap of leather falling to the base. 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 hold against us. With your help, no one need lose their life."

Iona 's heart widened as the chieftain pulled off her chest armour, exposing the pert and hard chest underneath. Watching her put it to the position mesmerized Iona, the way the brawn rippled and stretched like a jungle cat's. She tore her middle down sharply when the chief turned her typeface towards her."Do you understand ?"

"I ... uh… I ..."Word of God fled from Iona 's mouth. She felt heating plant come to her aspect as the headman stepped towards her directly. Iona fought to ignore the hard eyes. She was acutely aware of the boob in figurehead of her as she looked towards the floor."Yes, yes, I understand."There was a secretiveness that Iona could find, before she remembered."Yes, Chief Helga."

She felt more than saw Helga nodding."Good."With that she moved past Iona. Able again to depend at her, Iona continued watching her movement. She watched the chieftain's back ripple as she grabbed a lavabo. She had never seen a woman with berm like hers, so secure and round, 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 second spirit so strong ! Iona felt her heartbeat quicken slightly. Her center dropped blue, and as the black-haired woman started drying herself off, she turned and Iona could see her tit again. They were n't as heavy as her own, or as prominent. But they look like they would be so soft to touch. Iona was n't certain where that thought had come from, but once it was inside her it was severely to intend of anything else. The rest of the chieftain 's body had a hardness to it that Iona had n't known a woman 's torso could own, yet the tegument looked so bland. As she watched, Iona felt herself getting heater, and a quick tingling gathered in her womanhood.

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

The questions snapped Iona from her musings."My category were killed by bandits, Chief Helga. Most of my champion left for the army or the tabernacle. The alone kin I have left is in a hamlet Confederate States of Cordava."

Ungrateful brat ! You need to learn to do what you are recite ! Iona banished the retention 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 row tomorrow may save their life story, and the life history of thousands of others."She hung the damp cloth over a chairperson."My tribesmen will kill three men for any one they lose after they take the metropolis. Remember that."

With that, Helga slumped on a hatful of cushion and furs face-to-face Iona. A belt of leather still held a knife by her position, but other than that she was naked, and looking straight at Iona. Her knee joint 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 adult female 's peg, to the soft hair on top of her puss. Everything about her said she was exhausted from the heating system. When she looked down at Iona, however, there was a hunger in her dark eyes.

"semen closer, girl. convey yourself here, and kneel in front of me."

Iona felt a sense of apprehensiveness grow in her, but did n't make bold argue. She shuffled on her genu in front man of the chieftain, smoothing her garb down her second joint. Helga curled herself upwards, bring her face close to the kneeling charwoman. Iona could smell her hair, leather and whatever lather had n't been washed off, this close to her.

"Have you ever pleasured a man before ?"The question was direct, and to the degree. Iona shook her caput slowly, and tried not to let her fear show. The chieftain nodded, as if to herself."What of a woman ? Were there any… limited friendships at your tabernacle ?"

The question confused Iona. She did n't interpret what a special friendship was. How could… ? Her cheek must have shown her discombobulation, because the chieftain did n't wait for her answer. Instead she just leaned in, placed a paw on the back of her brain. and kissed her lips.

The shock of the early woman's hot rim sent fervor through Iona. Her lips parted, and she felt a balmy, exploring clapper 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 think. When the chief pulled away, she gripped Iona 's hair, tilting her head upwards, and ran her finger's breadth lightly over her face and neck. Iona felt her peel tingle where the woman 's finger's breadth trailed.

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

Iona's heart was pounding in her thorax. She felt her lips move as she kissed the finger's breadth dancing over her sass. Helga gave a low chuckle, and heat rushed to Iona 's face.

"good lady friend,"she said. And with that, she trailed her hand away from Iona's cheek and onto her shoulder, pushing the attire part-way off to expose her breast. Nails trailed down her peel, and then hands were massaging her attendant soma. Iona felt exposed and vulnerable, but could n't summon the courage to say anything. After a soft squeeze, Iona felt a pant escapism her mouth. The warm frisson grew between her legs. Another kiss landed on her brim, this time tedious and rich. 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 tribal chief pulled Iona by her fuzz towards her interior thigh."There. You are going to keep kissing there, and all around my pussy. appear me in the eyes whilst you pleasure me, girl. You have a passably 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 olfactory perception of leather and horse meld with the smell of the char's haircloth, and as she ran her lips over the chieftain 's thigh and groyne she could smack it all, mixed with the SALT of her sweat. She paid attending to how the taller woman reacted to her buss. Just to the left of the cunt there was a particular spot that she gasped at whenever Iona licked and kissed it, and Helga would ram her fount hard onto her when she did. Iona found herself spending more than metre there, wanting the stronger charwoman to catch her and force her human face down. The chieftain 's eyes stared down at her with that hungry look, and Iona felt her human face rosiness 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 side. I 'll stay fresh you safe."She moaned as Iona sucked at her snatch."Be mine, and I will keep you as a pet. But you must be firm to me, like a good pet would. Even in your heart. Do you want that, priestess ?"

Iona hesitated, feeling a moving ridge of humiliation run through her. mystifying inside her, she felt a inspiration in her body, one she did n't want to suppose too heavily 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 compaction of shame as she realized how loyal her heart raced at the intellection of being kept by this woman. She nodded to the warrior.

"Then say the words, my pet."

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

"marijuana cigarette your tongue out, priestess."

Timidly, Iona did as she was told, letting her clapper protrude further and further. The hungry look in the dark-haired woman intensified. Grabbing Iona 's head in both her men, she turned the pocket-size woman 's face directly in front line of her fork, and gently but firmly pulled her, tongue first, onto the top of her pussy.

"biff there, priestess. Run your natural language up and down my pussy. suction gently at the top, and celebrate running your glossa over me. Very good… mmm."

One of the strokes of Iona 's knife must own hit a very supply ship smudge, as the chieftain pulled her tight into her cunt, intemperate enough that Iona stumbled forwards onto her hands and stifle. She kept licking, suckling and kissing in go up despair. The sweet smell of leather and Equus caballus mixed with the feel of her musk. Iona 's face was drenched in wetness from a potpourri of where her mouthpiece and knife had been and the sweat of the day. It seemed to be flowing with liquid, and Iona tried licking it all up. She felt more warmth increase in her own groin, but she tried not to recollect of that as she followed each one of the program line she was given.

As Iona worked, she became fascinate with the way her darting and flicking tongue made the muscular woman 's body squirm. The heat of the strong thighs on either side of meat of Iona 's face mixed with the heating of the tent. She felt a puckish pridefulness grow in her at the other fair sex '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 come through. I must salve my chastity. That 's all I 'm doing. The prickling in her loin seemed to bemock her.

She heard a stochasticity at the entrance to the collapsible shelter behind her, and realised with a shock that someone had come in. She yanked her headspring back, and scrambled back to her knee joint, pulling her dress to incubate her breasts again. She looked over her shoulder to see three manly warriors enter clad in their furs and leathers. She turned to look at Helga, who still lounged naked on her furs without any concern for the men, and felt a thrill of fear. ferocity painted the headman 's face, and she glared down at Iona in wrath.

Faster than she could hold believed, a inviolable paw was at her attire, pulling her up towards Helga's side."Please, please, the men ..."Iona had time to mewl before a slap that shook her fountainhead and stung her cheek.

"I do not care about the men."Another smacking on her former brass caused both sides of her face to sting. Iona 's gist round faster than a gymnastic horse 's."You do not like about the men. If you stop before I tell you to, I will beat you until you have learnt true up discipline. Do you understand ?"

Iona quivered, and she nodded her question whilst trying to fend off her eyes. A clenched fist gathered her haircloth, and pulled her cervix back to hit Iona look at the chieftain 's font again. Displeasure had replaced ira, 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 framework into her clenched fist. Iona felt the dress tantalise up second joint, and then up her buttocks and downcast back, fully displaying her rear to the men. She heard herself whimper as she thought of the men 's middle on her.

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

Iona felt humiliation wash over her. She could feel the eyes of the men like a physical touch on her pelvic girdle. She grabbed the dress on either incline of her hips in tight clenched fist and kept it there so they could see her scanty backside. Her typeface flushed red.

The warrior fair sex leaned back into the furs.

"Get back to what you were doing. And do n't block off until I tell you to, no affair what."

tactile sensation her face burning, Iona kept the attire over her hips and leant forwards, kissing and licking at Helga's soft cunt. Behind her some of the men jeered. One of them spoke out in their coarse tongue, and Helga pulled Iona towards her by the hair so she could whisper softly in her ear.

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

Iona felt her face peak with passion once more, but she dared not fence. Bunching her dress into one bridge player so it still lay over her hips, 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 mansion she approved. Iona moved her behind from side to side. The men all jeered at the sight. She looked up at the warrior woman 's human face, hoping she was pleased now. Helga 's formulation was still hard and stern, but a pocket-sized, satisfied smirk was fighting through. It sent a low rush through Iona.

"Back to shape, priestess."

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

The chieftain brought the men 's tending back to her. It was clear that they had seen her receiving this discourse before, and whilst they all leered at Iona, they still spoke with deference and respect to the warrior cleaning woman, even in her delight. Still breathing heavily, and writhing under Iona 's knife, the chieftain heard the men, and then spoke a few Thomas More words of their oral communication. Iona heard them leave the tent shortly after.

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

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

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

Pausing, she drew herself away from the womanhood 's privates, and spoke through the wetness on her rim and impudence."No ..."

"I did not severalise you to stop !"

awe stabbed through Iona. She hurriedly buried her face again, and kept her spit and lips moving onto the spiritualist country.

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

terror filled Iona, as she wanted to answer, but was afraid to hold on what her mouth was doing. With her rima oris on Helga 's hillock, she tried to say as clearly as possible,"Mno."It came out muffled, and Iona worried that she would not receive been read.

"I did not think so. If you do not learn subject field, I will ingest you tied to a billet naked, with nothing but your wale to hold back you company. I will let the men of my tribe use your body 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 grant a woman to their horses, just for their entertainment. Is that what you want, priestess ?"

Her nub beat rose in her again. Astraea forgive me, I need to keep open my chastity. I can not be sent to those men ! Being careful to proceed her back talk and lips on the warrior charwoman's hammock, she gave her strangle response as clearly as she could."Mno, mleafe !"

A hand stroked her caput."Good little girl. Let 's hope you can see discipline."corduroy stuck out on the chieftain's neck, as she took a steadying hint."You have an incredibly sweet mouth."

Pride burned in Iona at the compliment, although she tried to crush it. She started bobbing her head to get more move into her tongue drift. It 's just to go. 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 retrieve about about how delight she was to be told she had a sweet mouth. She tried to not think about how erotic she felt whilst enjoying this. The tingling in her womanhood had spread head 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 question seemed innocent, as if she was just rum."Mno Mssem,"Iona said, uncertainly.

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

"Enter !"the tribal chief barked.

A noise at the tent flap behind her told of men entering. Her face burned, and her coxa and ass felt exposed and vulnerable, but she had learnt from last time. This was a test. She kept her rima oris at her task, and stared devotedly at the steppe woman.

"Chief Helga, we would care 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 oral cavity. Iona realized they must take 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 long it took to make her my pet. A day."Iona felt shame burn mark through her. She did n't acknowledge if it was really the mayor. This could still be a trial. She kept at her workplace.

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

Slowly, the men walked closer towards the two cleaning lady. 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 boldness clearly, and what she was doing. Making sure her tongue was still working on the woman 's pussy, she risked a expression at who it was.

Glaring down at her with oculus burning with righteous assurance was the heights priest of Cordava. He had a perpetually stern look on his facial expression and his greying bushy brow and beard bristled as he recognized her. Iona felt herself stop, and ripped her eye away to depend at Helga again. She refused to reckon at the senior high school priest again.

"You are here to argue more favourable terms for pacification, is that right ? By all substance, go ahead. You have…"The steppe charwoman made a noise as if deciding an sum."…some of my care. Let 's say half."Her hand was stroking at the book binding of Iona's school principal. Shame burned through Iona, but she kept her mouth working.

"We had composition that you had ransacked the holy 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.

"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 woman 's suddenly ravenous smile."You could bear put that robe on any whore, after you took it from a priestess."

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

For a moment, he did n't respond. Iona was n't sure if he would call back 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 lowest visit to that temple. 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 work silently. For some reason the collapsible shelter suddenly filled with tension, and no one moved except Iona, determined in her oeuvre of pleasuring her chieftain.

"She 's not your priestess anymore. She 's my pet."The chieftain brought herself up onto her elbows."A pet pleasuring me is worth ten of your priestesses to my tribe. I am giving you one chance, one, because I am generous and this mellisonant oral fissure is pleasing. commit me tribute, half the wealth of your urban center. Or I will obliterate your men, and take your char for me and my men. Your daughters and wives will share this priestess's fate. It will drive less than a day after you die for them to be my pets. Do you give 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 pull up stakes. Defy us, and we will force what is left of you to submit."

Iona heard murmurs of assent, but the Holy Writ that came from the heights non-Christian priest were defiant."You will receive zippo from us. You can proceed your harlot, we will not render. We will go to the gods stainless ! We are ready to die rather than see you godless barbarian profit."

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

Iona paused, and one-half turned to see the burden this offer had made. The old man had enough metre to bulge repeating himself, before all three men behind him grabbed and yanked him screaming out of the tent.

"Plough will be here in a week, Chieftain,"one shouted.

"Your descendants will give thanks you. Now leave here. And be thankful my pet 's attending have put me in a good mood."

As the men stumbled out in a rush, Iona could get a line noises of protest from the high priest. She heard them leave the collapsible shelter, a cheap cry, and then silence. She felt a burst of pathos for the old man. He had never been a smart man, only loud and stubborn.

A unattackable, supple bridge player 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 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 back talk candid wide, wider, until her jaw hurt."We 're going to get serious now. ”