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From: shadowloup@aol.comAntispam (Shadowloup)
Subject: {ASSM} (NEW)Saga of Cammi Longclit 2/? (m/f, f/f, magic)
Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2003 03:10:03 -0500
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Greetings.  You must be physically and metaphysically old enough to
read this.  I'm sure your children are fine, I just have no wish to
raise them.  Anyone other than ASSTR who wishes to use this story for
whatever purpose had best contact me, since I can actually prove I
wrote it.  Everyone else, please enjoy.  Constructive feedback is
always welcome...

The Saga of Cammi Longclit 
Chapter Two: Rebbat-stub
by Shadowloup


Next morning Cammi performed her exercises in the open field amongst the
villagers who camped there while rebuilding their town.  The priestess Jestina
took the opportunity to speak with her.

"A good morning to you, Cammi.  It occurs to me that, prior to your arrival you
were bound somewhere.  What was your destination?'

"I was bound for Sugnillinuc," Cammi said, pausing during a pelvic thrust to
beam a dimpled smile at the priestess.

"Really?"  Jestina said.  Her own friendly smile brightened her beautiful dusky
face.  "This is most fortuitous, for I too have business there.  My sister has
written, speaking of a dire problem she faces.  I have meant to go to her aid,
yet delayed due to concerns for this village.  Perhaps we should leave
together."

"But will not the town, which has collapsed, miss our aid?"  Cammi asked,
thoughts muddling the clear look of her blue eyes.  "Though in truth I would
like to go, for I tire of gathering faggots and cutting wood and building huts.
 I crave action."

"Perhaps we should ask the village elders," Jestina replied.

Upon hastily conferring with the village elders, it was decided that Cammi
could indeed leave for Sugnillinuc with their blessing.  The village would
manage, somehow, without her help, the elders said.  Their broad smiles where
matched by Cammi's own, though theirs were less radiant.

Only after Jestina announced her plans to leave the village did the smiles of
those elders falter.  It took twenty minutes of virulent debate, but at the end
none dared oppose the stately priestess.  She too was given their blessing to
leave, albeit much more reluctantly.

Losing such a fine and holy priestess after three years of her ministrations to
the town saddened many villagers, especially the children.  Jestina spent much
time bidding each family farewell.  Worried that she might suffer some
deprivation while traveling, the villagers tried to ply her with blankets, or
food or water.  Even parts of the recently-deceased village ox were salted and
presented to the priestess.  With the greatest reluctance did Jestina accept
those, and then only after some was offered to Cammi.

When the sun had set and risen again, Cammi and Jestina set off upon the road. 
Cammi traveled light, her short, flouncy green skirt barely hiding her
prodigious clit, the two great swells of her bouncing bosom barely contained in
a swath of green cloth, her spear across one shoulder and a sack full of
supplies across the other.  Jestina wore her multicolored priestly robes.  She
also carried a sack of supplies, plus a wallet filled with herbs with healing
and magical properties.

Over two days were spent by the pair traversing the tree-enclosed road.  It was
a little better than a well-trodden path, but not much.  It wound through the
deep, dark forest, around trees and through shallow streams.

During the third day of travel, the forest gradually thinned, leaving the
ground uneven.  Finally they walked upon a vast moor.  Wild grasses,
untrammeled by feet of humans, bound the frail trail like a sea of vegetation
undulating in the wind.  Thickets, tall and broad and uncultivated, hid
songbirds and chirping crickets.

As the two enjoyed the scene in the last glow of the sun's fading light, they
noticed dark storm clouds silently creeping in from the opposite horizon.

Halting suddenly, Cammi looked back.  Jestina did as well, though uncertain of
what she sought.  All she saw were sparse trees growing more numerous until the
distant black forest began.  She looked to Cammi.

"Someone is following us," Cammi said in reply to the unasked question.

During the night the clouds blotted out the moon, and the women were greeted by
an overcast, gray day where mist crept like lost spirits over the ground.

Another two days of travel brought them to the middle of nowhere.  They still
had not seen the sun; it had failed to melt through the sticky damp gray which
blotted out color and joy and warmth.  Yet while the sky seemed pregnant with
rain, none fell.  Big, black crows circled in the air, their raucous callings
adding to the gloom.  A feeling of foreboding filled both women.

One last day of travel brought them to a small hill where a fortified
encampment overlooked the surrounding moor.  Only a thin trickle of smoke rose
from behind the towering, freshly-sharpened stakes which formed a protective
fence enclosing the town.  Upon each stake sat a fat crow, cawing loudly.

A path led to the front gate, which was closed.  It remained closed despite
Cammi and Jestina's hales.  At last a lone sentry stuck his leather-helmeted
head over the fence.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"To enter?" Cammi said.

The sentry snorted.  "Not a chance.  Think we are that stupid, beast?"

Voices from behind the sentry caused him to look down behind him as Cammi
indignantly glared up while attempting to think of a witty retort.  Jestina
feared the warrioress might break the gate down in her annoyance.

After a few minutes of muffled debate, the gate opened and a priestess flanked
by two soldiers stood in the narrow entrance.

"Forgive us for our caution," the priestess said.  "But our village is under
attack."

The priestess was middle-aged and very lovely, with straight, dark blond hair
falling to her shoulders like a river, and gentle laugh lines surrounding her
brown eyes.  She was not laughing today, and worry etched other lines deeply
into her face.  She wore priestly garb similar to Jestina's.

The two guards with her were tall and serious in mien.  They wore helms of
leather, and kept their hands on the hilts of their sheathed swords.

The priestess gestured to the village behind her, saying "I am Kilcunny,
priestess to Rumptiddifadda, and I welcome you, sister sluts.  Please forgive
our inhospitality.  We cannot offer even the rudiments of accommodation, be it
warm bath or hot, sweaty fuck for we are depleted and under siege."

She beckoned the two women to follow her.  

One guard protested.  "How do we know they are not the beast in some cunning
disguise, ready to bugger us all off as we sleep?"

Kilcunny sighed and turned to Cammi and Jestina.

"Fear does not bring out our better natures," she said.  "For the piece of
their minds, could they please view your pubic mounds?  You will understand our
request when all is made clear."

Cammi raised the hem of her short skirt, and Jestina her robe.

"I do not know what you seek," Jestina started to say as her robe reached her
hips.

She was interrupted when the guards shouted "The Beast!  The Beast!"

They pointed at Cammi's crotch as they drew their swords.

"I am no beast," Cammi replied calmly, green skirt held above her generous
hips, displaying her fury cooze and long, pink clit.

Kilcunny's eyebrows arched at the sight.  Then she threw back her head and
laughed.

"Oh, you panicky fools.  She is indeed no beast, but all woman.  And while she
is over-endowed as a woman, she is not nearly as endowed as the beast."

She smiled at the pair.

"A thousand pardons for our rudeness.  Hopefully you will understand and
forgive us when you hear of our plight.  As for you two..." here Kilcunny
addressed the now sheepish and red-faced guards, "...you will continue
guarding."

With that, Kilcunny motioned for the two women to follow her into the village. 
As she walked, Jestina and Cammi noted that Kilcunny's gait was very peculiar,
as though something very uncomfortable protruded from between her undulating
buttocks.  The guards too walked this way.  As did the dogs, pigs, poultry and
everyone encountered during Jestina and Cammi's brief journey through the
village to Kilcunny's home.

As the women sat in a triangle, Kilcunny upon a large pillow, Cammi could no
longer contain her curiosity.

"What besieges your village, and how may I be of assistance?"

"We do not know," Kilcunny said.  "We do know that a beast first showed itself
by molesting our livestock.  After a few weeks it seemed to tire of this sport
and began molesting humans.  Male, female, it does not matter.  The beast is
forever aroused and craves only tight crevices in which to plunge it's ever
aroused priapus. We have even sent our children away to protect them.  Thank
the goddess they left just before this unholy everlasting twilight settled upon
our village.  That and the crows."

"I have heard it said that crows are messengers between realms," Jestina said. 
She then looked through her sack of herbs.

"I have an ointment which will soothe your fundament," Jestina said.  "I use it
myself, after the Feast of Deliverance, when my own buttocks are bruised."

"That would be most wonderful," Kilcunny said.

She lay upon her bed of rushes, pulling up her robes to display her firm rump. 
Twin bruises on each hip, the shape of two huge hands, bespoke of her ordeal.

Jestina coated her middle finger with ointment she had produced from her wallet
of medicine, and gently spread the priestess' rump with her other hand.  With
firm yet gentle strokes she urged her finger up into the tight crinkled
opening.  The priestess moaned.

"That is quite nice," she said.  "I swear that the beast wore me like a man
wears a cap.  I will feel that attack for many weeks."

"What else can you tell us of this beast which sows so much havoc?"

"It sneaks up behind us, subduing us with its sickly sweet breath.  The next
that we know is that we are bent forward and it is using our anus and ass crack
to vent its unholy lust."

"That sounds uncomfortable," Cammi said.

Kilcunny ignored her, and resumed.  "What is worse, those it continues to
molest fade off into the nether realm from which it hales.  Now I fear that the
entire town is being swept into that maelstrom of the twilight spirit realm."

Still sliding her finger deep inside the priestess' fud, Jestina asked "Have
you tried communicating with it?"

"If it does speak, it is only with guttural grunts and groans," the priestess
said, adding "Mind you, I was busy with grunts and groans of my own as it
pressed its massive column of flesh up my backside."

"I meant no offense.  It merely sounded as though the beast possessed some sort
of intelligence.  Please forgive me," Jestina said.

"We have sore sphincters and little sleep, so please forgive my own abruptness.
 The creature is dragging us into the twilight, but I think not out of
ambition.  Rather, I think it is like a wolf leaving spoor behind.  It knows no
other way."

"I do not fear this beast," Cammi announced.  "I have fought many beasts, some
with two backs.  I shall not rest until this beast is eliminated from your
countryside."

With that Cammi arose and strode out of the hall.  Kilcunny and Jestina paused
to read each other's face.

"She is generous of spirit, although there are times when she could shoot an
arrow at the sky and miss," Jestina said.

"She will need more than bravery to fight the instrument of our current peril,
Kilcunny said.

She called for a guard.  "Make certain our two guests are provided for,"
Kilcunny told the one who appeared.

The guard grunted in obedience, then led Jestina, and also Cammi, who had
become lost a few paces from the hut, to another hut where he and several other
guards roasted several fowls on a spit over a dreary little fire.

Throughout the meal Jestina expected both she and Cammi to be ogled by the
guards, or to feel fingers brushing accidentally upon their bodies, or at the
very least to be the subject of rude jokes.  None of this happened.  The guards
ate in desultory silence accentuated by the raucous calling of the birds.

Jestina and Cammi watched the night.  It was decided by the pair that the
hunting would be better done on the moor.  The guards reluctantly shook their
heads, but offered no better suggestion.  Only one was brave enough to
accompany them and act as guide.  

The trio set off into the night.  Cammi was armed with her spear, the warrior a
sword and flaming torch, and Jestina carried another torch.  They peered out
into the inky wet darkness which made the light from their flames seem very
feeble.

"Where is this beast?" Cammi demanded of their guide when they were a bow shot
from the village.

"I know not, ma'am.  He makes his presence felt, but by then it's too late,"
the guard said.

They looked about in the dark once more.  Faintly, like mist scrapping against
a rock, came a slight sound.  Unslinging her spear, Cammi marched off to
investigate the noise.

"Wait!" Jestina cried as her friend was swallowed by the dark.

A few seconds later a muffled grunt answered her, then Cammi shouted "Oh, you
rotten fuck!" while some other thing let loose a guttural grunts of its own.

The priestess and a sentry stalked cautiously toward the panting.  A sharp yelp
from Cammi announced the conclusion of some heinous act.

As Jestina looked about for her comrade, the sentry she was with gave a muffled
yell of his own.  Jestina was just able to see his boots kicking into the empty
air as he too disappeared in the misty night.  His torch sputtered upon the
ground.  Soon more muffled grunts came from beyond the fire's light.

The night pressed in around Jestina as she fought back panic.  For several
minutes she wandered about, lost, shouting "Cammi?  Where are you?  Are you all
right?"

A sickly sweet odor assailed her.  It seemed to come from everywhere, yet
nowhere.  Two big, hairy hands, with clawed nails gripped her shoulders and she
heard a panting sound.  She was rudely bent over, and her skirt flipped up over
her shoulders.  Cold night air slapped her open crotch.

Jestina gasped, her mouth open in shock as an erect penis was pushed deep up
her entrails till she felt as though it would come out her throat.  Two hands
gripped her hips, trapping her so she could not escape the thrusting.

Cammi staggered into the torch light, her spear probing the murk.  She spied
Jestina and the rutting beast.

As Jestina was utterly shafted, Cammi thrust her spear at the beast.  The blow
would have felled a tree.  It went through the beast's chest as though it were
going  through a deep, muddy mire.

The creature took no notice, and continued thrusting deep up Jestina's
backside.

With a cry, Jestina orgasmed against her will.  The beast made a half snarl,
half howl as it spasmed up her rump.  It then dropped her rudely on the ground,
ass up in the night air.  Spermy gunk bubbled from her slowly closing anus.

The beast wiped its cock on the hem of Jestina's skirt, scratched its balls and
ambled off into the night, fading slowly as though it were becoming one with
the mist.

Cammi chased after the beast, but found nothing.  Befuddled, she returned to
the still supine Jestina.  The priestess was slowly composing herself, her rump
jutting up into the night.

Cammi clucked in sympathy as she looked down on the abused asshole which
bubbled with milky white sperm.  The stickiness in her own tush spoke of her
own defilement.  She winced in discomfort as she bent to help the priestess
regain her feet.  The pair slowly made their way back to the village.

"I could not follow the beast," Cammi said as they walked.  "It is as though it
disappeared, like it never was.  I could not even strike it with my spear."

"That is passing strange.  The beast seems to be made of nothing substantial,
yet my poor bunghole cries out that the experience was quite real."

At the village gates Kilcunny and several warriors awaited them, holding aloft
torches to keep the shadows at bay.  Upon seeing the pair, Kilcunny looked in
vain for their guardian.  Jestina shook her head sadly.

"The beast got him, I fear."

The men grumbled as the pair were led inside and to the home of Kilcunny. 
"What sort of beast is this?" one asked.

"I believe it to be a Rebbat-stub," Jestina said.  "Though I am uncertain since
I have only heard of them and never before encountered one.  They are creatures
of half twilight, and they have an insatiable appetite for anal sex."

It was all she could say before slipping off into sleep.

Upon awaking the next morning, Jestina called a meeting where she announced a
plan of action which she had thought of during the night.  

"We shall make Cammi half-shadow herself so she will be able to battle the
beast," she said.

So as the late afternoon dwindled, and after partaking of several hares roasted
over a fire, Jestina and Cammi and a soldier made their way to Kilcunny's hut. 
There Cammi's body was painted and anointed with oils and herbs.  Her left tit
was painted blue, her right red.  Her face was also decorated in swirls. 
Jestina then  painted eyes on Cammi's rump cheeks and titties so the beast
would not be certain which way the warrioress faced.

"I will grease up your sphincter so if you are taken unawares you will not be
overly discomforted," Jestina said.

"That sounds like fun," Cammi replied.

Jestina scooped up some of her ointment, spreading it upon her middle finger. 
Cammi bent to allow Jestina to spread her rump cheeks and anoint the tender,
tight rosebud there.  Slowly but inexorably, Jestina's finger slipped deeper
into the forbidden channel.

Recalling something she had half forgotten, Jestina beckoned to a man standing
nearby with her free hand.

"Cammi, you must suck him."

"Why?" Cammi asked with a grunt.  "Not that I mind, but is there time?"

"Your strength increases when your face is wet with seed," the priestess
replied, still diligently pushing with her finger.

Cammi smiled at the man from her bent position.  The priestess' finger soothed
the muscular ache in her hindquarters, yet caused an ache of a different sort
in her loins, which were buttering up nicely.  She looked at the guard, a large
bulge filling his trousers while he watched the pair.  One of Cammi's dimpled
smiles assured him she was hungry for something other than food.

The man, now blushes and thumbs, lowered his trousers.  His dick, already
erect, popped up, proud to be of service.  Cammi tongued him, playing with his
balls using her fingernails.  He only lasted a few seconds.  His first spurt
caught her full on her face, painting yet another color onto her dimpled cheek.
 More spurts matted the golden bangs above her brow.

Jestina now used her other hand to play with Cammi's pussy lips, and to caress
that huge womanly organ.  Cammi gasped out her satisfaction.

Jestina removed her fingers, causing Cammi to give a post orgasmic moan.

"I think you are ready," the priestess said, giving her comrade a friendly slap
on the meat of her plump pink ass.

Cammi yelped.  "Please don't do that," she said.

It was at this point Kilcunny entered the hut.  She arched an eyebrow at the
naked, dyed and sperm-ridden Cammi, the guard who was busy hoisting up his
trousers, and Jestina who was equally busy wiping her finger.

"I thought you should know that it is now, as near as we can reckon in this
accursed twilight, time for the beast to appear," Kilcunny said.

Though none actually spoke of it, Cammi's body was the subject of many looks by
the soldiers whom she passed on her way to the gate.  Lathered with paint and
lubricated for any eventuality, Cammi felt supremely confident.  She strode
forward, clad only in her painted skin.  Her nipples were erect and her clit
was outstanding.  Jestina barely had time to grab her wallet of herbs before
running to catch up with her companion.

Kilcunny gave them both a blessing before ordering the gates to be opened. 
Cammi strode into the night, Jestina following behind as her torch bearer, and,
if necessary, magic wielder.

Save for the missing guard, this night was a repetition of the last.  The air
was chill and misty, the night quiet.

"What is that sound?" Cammi asked.

"I hear nothing," Jestina said.

"I hear footsteps.  Stealthy, but not stealthy enough," Cammi said.

Jestina still heard nothing, but suspected that Cammi was gaining a heightened
awareness of the spirit realm .

Cammi pointed in a direction.  Jestina looked, but merely discerned a shape
slightly lighter than the surrounding dark.  By chewing on some special herbs
Jestina able to gaze into the spirit realm herself.

The beast had a lupine face, with red eyes that glowed like dying embers in a
fire.  Long, cat-like whiskers snaked out from the muzzle.  Curled horns like
those on rams spiraled round its wolfish head.  Its muscled, furry arms ended
with human-like hands and fingers terminating with long talons.  Even the
beast's toes possessed talons which ripped up the ground.  Its chest was also
muscular, and was black like leather.

The creature was indeed not as stealthy tonight as it had been the previous. 
It took two steps, sniffed the air cautiously, then advance another two steps
before sniffing again.  The direction of its two-legged walk steadily brought
it closer to Cammi.  It seemed confused by the warrioress' presence.

When it was within the torch light Cammi struck.  Using all her might, she
hurled her spear.  But her aim was off due to a thick white gout of spunk
clinging to her hair in front of her left eye.

The shaft rang hollowly when it struck the beast's shoulder and knocked it upon
its great hairy ass.  It screamed with anger, its cries rending the night.

It scrambled to its feet much faster than its bulk suggested and ran full into
Cammi.  Both fell over, rolling on the ground, attempting to gain some purchase
upon the other.  Jestina could not determine whom was getting the better of
whom.

When Jestina was able to discern who was winning, her heart leaped to her
throat.  The beast was behind Cammi, gripping her blue and red rump with its
great taloned hands.  Cammi wore an indignant expression on her face as her
tight rump was invaded for a second time in as many nights.  As the beast
thrust, she grunted.  Her grunts increased in duration and loudness as the
beast merrily rutted away.  Then a smile slowly spread on her face.

With a mighty grunt from deep in her throat, Cammi squeezed her anus, trapping
the column of flesh within.  Now the beast roared, smacking her ass in its
efforts to dislodge its member from the now uncomfortably tight rump.

Cammi set her teeth, squeezed even tighter, and fell forward.  A terrifying
yowl shook the night as the beast fell backwards, grabbing its crotch.  Its
yowl grew higher in pitch as it grasped its groin and ran off into the night.

Jestina rushed to her fallen companion.

"Are you wounded?"

The still spurting genitalia was lodged deeply inside Cammi's rectum, a sticky
black liquid oozed from base of the detached penis.  The gasping blond looked
up at Jestina through sweaty, sticky bangs.

"Could you please, please, remove that?"

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