Date: Sun, 14 Sep 2008 19:52:49 -0400
From: J
Subject: Pre Trio: Round Robin 7-9 (conclusion)

We cleaned ourselves off in the factory showers--what a time that
was---after putting our private shafts into the holes of the bodies we left
of Tec and Rndnuts. Filled them up with new bodily fluids not their own,
hhee hee. Our destination was the cliffs. Rndnuts told us where they were
and armed with pointy weapons we headed out there, Geoo and Loki dressed in
the clothes of two of the four victims.

As a footnote, I should point out that there were two Bowies, one was just
known as Cody and he had a twin named Bowie 1. Bowie 1 was following us, he
had been at the factory too and we didn't know it. He was in a loin cloth
and was quite fetching in it too. He was armed with a thick sword and a
thicker knife.

We moved closer, faking that we were prisoners of Loki and Geoo but as we
moved in we noticed not all of the team was here. Foolish, we thought. THey
had numbers but as of yet, didn't really move to use that
advantage. Perhaps they were fighting among themselves. Verbally. As long
as they left the physical sticking of their guts for us. Or they to us. At
the cliff there were some muscled guys: Cody; Blade; Marco, the Italian
stud direct from Italy; MeSnuffMe69; Striptease; and Mike555. Another guy
that looked like Gutstabber was putting a long double edge black spike into
a thin but strong unbendable tree. Seven. I whispered, "We can take them."

Loki snorted back, his point in my bare lower vee back, "Or die with our
navels cut up trying, right?"

I whispered back, "Just don't get carried away with your part and get that
sword into my back any more than it already is."


"No, I know you wanna die with it in your navel," Loki laughed.

As we made nearer to the seven, only Blade, Bowie, Striptease, and
MeSnuffMe69 were paying close attention. The others were busy with
attention elsewhere. But Mike555 started to come up behind Blade, who was
getting himself all hot and bothered, itching for a fight or at least to
stab one of the "prisoners". He looked so hot in his thin loin cloth and
with his skinny frame and ribby body, I wanted him to. I also saw that his
abs, a nice washboard that could fit in my fingers, would make a perfect
pin cushion for my sword point. I wanted him but I saw Loki was moving near
Blade, meaning that Loki probably wanted to stick it to him. Okay, there
were six other hot guys to kill or be killed by.

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Behind the five of us Bowie 1 yelled, "It's a trap! But not ours!"
Zombiewoof was the first to spring. One of the enemies would notice it was
not their team mates, however they seemed a bit unaware. They may have just
had an orgy of some kind or a mutual jisming session but they seemed kind
of out of it. Blade was itching for a fight but ZOmbiewoof sprang at
CodyBowie and Marco first. Marco tried to use his Falarica-that heavy spear
with long thin metal head and a round wooden shaft. At the joint where the
head met shaft, a round lead weight was fitted to increase the impact of
the weapon. Marco is full Italian from Italy so he has this real sexy
accent, ZOmbiewoof thought, desiring to make his dying groans last longer,
and even more sexy. Zombie's thin sword was good for meeting the spear and
keeping it away form his body. It was Cody that worried him more.

Cody had brown hair, blue eyes, 6'6 tall; an innie that went in but not
very deep, having folds and extensions. The back of his belly button is a
bit dipped; sometimes seems to be split into two sides, sometimes the lower
bottom dips a different way. Sica sword-short, worn under armpit, also
carries a Bowie Knife and a knife in his black leather boots. His leather
outfit has to be seen to be believed: an hour glass shaped leaves the chest
and stomach bare, each side of this short cut vest letting the skin form
the hour glass. Each sleeve has a long point and a short point covering the
shoulders and upper arm (the upper arm is not covered much). The shorts
resemble a bat in some manner with a long point stretching up, a smaller
point curved from that one but pointing upward, and the smallest point at
the crotch, from there the points increase to the opposite side of the
shorts going up to the largest point at the opposite hip, comprisiong five
points altogether. The same point
  system is on the bottom but there are three points on each side of the
shorts legs, no point in the middle of the crotch. No shirt on gives the
belly a wide expansive look.



Blade was so entranced by the fight that he took took out his sword and his
double sided dagger and shook with anticipation. But before he realized it,
he thrust backward with his dagger, piercing the belly button of
Mike555. Mike, a black haired stud, doubled up, "But...I am...on your
side..." Blade didn't hear or didn't care. For he thrust backward, just
thrilled to have something wriggling on the end of his point. He thrust it
out the back of Mike555 and jabbed outward now, raising his knife out of
the belly, some strings attached. Mike555 held his hands out over his
stomach but didn't want to touch. Finally he did. Groaning, "Naw, naw, no!
Awwwwwow!" Blade didn't notice him but walked away.


Loki met Blade's sword with his own. He is using a Cherub-a straight bronze
Hebrew sword with a double edged blade. In his other hand was a wood mace
with four metal. In cut off denim shorts and an open denim vest with ripped
off sleeves with no shirt on underneath. Blade used his sword but Loki
could tell that

Blade really wanted to stick his Mike 555 blood covered dagger into his
belly button as well.


Marco and Cody were both fighting Zombiewoof, who seemed the best fighter
among the five of us, easily backing the two boys off him but the two were
not about to give up. Neither was Zombie. I knew this fight would end with
at least two of them, maybe all three, skewered.


Geoo was his thin spear and thrusting sword. He poked at MeSnuffMe69, whose
belly button was huge--it was largly vertical but also wide and had lots of
fleshy bumps in it, two really big ones--it looked like two belly buttons
going in and also had some stuff going out; is one of the hottest belly
buttons. A thin strap of loin cloth hungs between the legs, attached to a
vertically lined waist band which has slits along the verticals--which can
showed skin. Above the thin strap is a half belt buckle, making it and the
strap look like a T. On either side from the hip area (or beneath) are
material which can go all around the back or just be straps of their
own. These connect to the short cut top, revealing a stomach. The short cut
top has an open chest area, making it a rectanglar area of chest and
showing nipples. The hip area straps connect to the lower part of the short
cut top with buttons. It makes a sort of U with the bottom of the U being
straight and the curve on the U s
 howing the chest. A necklace completes it and this can be either a collar
band or necklace or chainlinked neck piece. It is not really attached even
though, at times, it appears to be.


It didn't matter much as Geoo used his thin spear to toy with MeSnuffMe69
by cutting off his clothes first. Geoo also had a sword in his other
hand. MeSnuffme had a thin spear too and a long knife which might as well
as have been a spear. Neither looked like they wanted to win but didn't
want to lose either. They wanted it to be an even fair fight.


While Rm111 lost his head in the sex of the fight and took on Gutstabber, I
shook my head--both heads actually---and took on Striptease. He was the guy
with the ridge inside bellly button, a ridge not quite out there--it is
part of the top inside belly button and didn't quite make it all the way
down---there is more belly button below it, deeper than this. My upper
chest side didn't quite avoid his Pillium-thin-has a long socketed iron
head with a barbed point and took a slight hit. A point ends both sides of
the pants, or tights on the back side only but Strip started to remove
these slowly. It was making my penis pop.


Marco was talking in Italian and sometimes English but most of us couldn't
understand him. Cody told him to just shut up and kill Zombie, "...if you
can," he added.


Marco took this as a challenge from Cody and moved bravely but foolishly
too close to Zombiewoof. Zombie saw Cody take this chance to move closer
too so Zombie knicked the weapon of Marco--that long spear. It fell so
Zombie grabbed Marco's arm and flung him...just as...


Cody struck with his bowie knife, point first, aimed right at Zombie's
navel...

It struck hard abs and dug in deep. But not ZOmbie's abs. ZOmbie had
grabbed Marco's arm and flung Marco directly in front of him. THe effect:
Marco was spread out before Cody's bowie knife. It sunk in deep. Marco
groaned and in Italian accent, sexily said, "Awwwww! Oalalala! You got me!"


Cody was shocked a bit but didn't seem to mind much. "Die for our side!" He
sunk it deep in Marco who squirmed and ranted in full Italian now. Zombie
tore off Marco's lower outfit and jerked him but moved his own flexed and
tight stomach away as the point of Cody's Bowie fell out of Marco's lower
back at ZOMbie's bumpy abs.


Marco puffed, "Feel good. Nice death, thank ye Cody! Owwaahll. But I am on
your siduuuuhhhhhhh..." He dropped off Cody's blade. Cody didn't want to
lose it so he tugged out and rose it up, hot Italian blood dripping in
lather.

Marco's member was the only thing on him up and spurting like a wild garden
hose. Then like a hose, it fell to one side, slowly, still firing
water...eh, cum. Finally it died as he did. It was hard to tell...or rather
less hard...to tell who died first, the great lookin Italian or his penis
but both did, one after the other, a long line of puddle like scum over his
entire legs, chest, and butchered belly.

Cody smiled down at him and moved, "No matter..." He moved, thinking Zombie
would move back but...


Striptease was something else. Essentially the entire upper body, hips, and
upper legs (and on severe cuts even the lower legs) were bare by now. The
tights covered his ample crotch and backside and most of the lower legs,
including knees on standard cuts but variations are worn. Stomach is bare
and bruised by me by now--

"Haaa, gotcha."

"Got me? What? That?"

"Gotcha back for nicking me."

"I'll do more than nick ya in a minute..."

"Big talk and big navel but nothing to back it up!"


Striptease took off his chained neck collar which held down strips of
leather, three shorter ones covered each shoulder but much longer ones
cover some of the chest, being strips they show skin all the way up to the
collar. Each strip ends with a point, shaped in various ways. He started to
pull these off one by one.

but...Zombie moved forward and rammed his now drawn knife point right into
Cody. Cody looked down and saw it. He smiled. Zombie smiled back and the
two stood, the fight over. Cody tried to mesh his weapons at ZOmbie but
Zombie tugged in and out a bit, making Cody drop the weapons. Zombie felt
hard meat behind the upper skin. This guy was tough meat, Zombie
smirked. And sunk his weapon in more. Cody stood his ground, "This is how a
dude like me...like us..."

"Yeah. Like us," Zombie repeated, hot breath on Cody's chest and neck now
as the two got closer in an embrace of Cody's death.


"Like us...should die...getting and givin it. Wounding each other, cutting,
piercininnnnngu," his eyes glazed over a bit as he quivered his upper lip
and sweat poured over his head, his neck, and his luscious chest, drippin
down to his pecs and lower to his abs. ZOmbie glanced down and saw that
only part of that great belly button was cut. He moved it downward to
purposely finish the whole thing, cutting pieces of the outtie with the
blade. Cody moved closer, taking it in, "See I can takkkkkkkkkkkkkcut...cut
meeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEE!" He sucked air in and died standing that way.


Zombie put his head on the muscled shoulder and bit in as he drove his
knife out and then in again. Cody jerked. Zombie put it in him until he
could feel Cody was going to fall, defeated at last. ZOmbie let go and
ripped out. Then he let Cody fall but before Cody's entire body laid flat,
Zombie used his thin sword to make sure the belly, upper abs, and navel
were completely stabbed, stuck, and released from their intense pain. As
Cody laid flat, Zombie gave it one final jab into the navel...or the large
gaping hole that was there. Cody's body jerked and his penis shot...

Rm111 had lost his weapons and as good a fighter as he was, I thought this
was it. He ran behind the thin tree with the black spike in it. Gutstabber
had this very huge and thick sword out, his loin cloth was holding a sword
of a different variety. Gutstabber yelled, "Look will you stand still so I
can kill ya in your navel!"


"You'll never git me that far away!" Rm111 faced a tree, then saw Gut was
in range, confident because Rm111 lost his weapons.


Gut had moved in, "That will never work cause youeeeeeeee!" Rm111 reached
out from behind the tree, gripped the upper arms of Gut and pulled. The
effect made Gut get pulled right onto the point of the spear-spike he had
so confidently placed in the tree as a torture device. Rm111 pulled so that
Gut's face met the tree, kissing it. Gut's guts were spilling out his back
hole--a backward navel.

Rm111 said so as he looked at it, "A back navel! Fantastic!" Rm111 pulled
and then got back to look at it again and as his victim kicked, trying to
get off the tree, Rm111 got himself around the spear and shoved his torso
into Gut's back body. This pushed Gut into the tree more!

"AOLALAAOALAAOL!NETSCAPE!"


Rm111 let lose a large bucket of cum onto Gut's bare back, but then he tore
Gut off the spike--SIDEWAYS and emptied his side from his body! Gut fell
sideways but Rm111 caught him and emptied his nextload full into the side
so that it looked like cum went into the side of this dead guy or dying guy
and shot out the hole in his navel! Rm111 let him drop with two satisfying
grunt cycles---one from him and one from the victim.


Gut's last words were, "Oh no! Now I cannot post any more pics!"

"We all lose out," Rm111's penis dripped its last on him, "But you more!
Ha!"

Striptease has cut off his tights inch by inch, after each hit against my
sword. His leather strips were also off. He had nothing else to take off
except his penis..."I'll take off the only other thing worth taking off!" I
chopped and got it. As it flung down, I grabbed it. This made Strip tease
move at me but I hit his barbed point with my own. He didn't realize I now
held his 8 inch penis! I stuck it into his navel as he registered the
shock. We had both fought closer and closer to one of the gray cliff
edges...all rock. I moved my penis knife into his belly button and it spurt
the leftover contents of the penis...pent up cum and pre cum that was about
to spurt just before I cut it off. It splashed over its own owner! I smiled
as I saw Striptease enjoy it, looking down in obvious pain but pleasure as
well. Drip, drip! It finished. I put it on the end of my sword as
Striptease took in his pain, trying to bear it, pissing blood from a cunt
in him now. He was to the edge of th
 e cliff and my point of my sword, bearing his penis stuck at his navel. He
tottered over the edge. For a moment, I felt sorry for him and thought
losing his penis would be enough to kill him. I wasn't going to stab
him. Instead I wanted to reach out and help him off the edge. As he
stumbled backward, his body tried to right itself. His navel bore through
the cum and I could see how rigid and sexy it was, all those innards in it,
not yet stuck. It stretched as he moved to not fall backward and seemed to
have a life of its own. I couldn't help myself. I just had to hold my
sword...and as he teetered forward, he rammed his own navel right onto the
point. I jeered. "Oh yessss!"


"Nawwwww! Oaawww! Gutttttttttfukkkkkk!" He moved onto my point but then
moved back, off my sword.


"Hey man, I don't havta to do any work! You did it to yourself!" As he fell
off the cliff screaming and holding his cut up belly, I tossed the penis
off after him, now drained of its life fluid...I also tossed the clothes
off after him, "You'll want these...or maybe not..."


Blade had got ontop Loki and was about to drive his dagger into Loki's
navel but I came up behind and hit Blade off. I moved to stab him in his
sexy navel but Bowie 1, the guy secretly following us, jumped me. I turned
him over on the ground and jabbed my sword from our sides into his belly
that was just near my own belly. Loki managed to get up and nick his blade
onto Blade's upper abs but Blade had jumped back, swung his now recovered
sword at Loki and knicked Loki's right pec, cutting open a nipple
slightly. Loki gasped but Blade withdrew, hurt himself, holding his
wound. He ran off. I cam atop the kicking Bowie 1 as he tried to withstand
the onslaught. "No, don't! I'm hurt! Mercy! Be merciful!"


"I am! I ain't makin you take long to succumb. Or suck cum!" Sweat squished
between our upper abs. I jabbed that sword so far into his navel from a
downward angle up and out the top of it. I also took my knife and jabbed it
into him just for effect---from above his navel ridge. It skidded along the
sword and I could feel the skin of his innards and outer epidermus mingling
between the two. He jerked and enjoyed it, spurting over my ontouched
belly. Damn! I wanted someone's thing in my own gut! I had to be so good!


I got up, a long line of white cum between me and Bowie1, connecting us.

Geoo was still fightin MeSnuffme69. Geoo was saying something like, "Nobody
gonna kill me with a spear. I wanna go by arrow," and so he managed to
bypass MeSnuffMe's spear and get his own spear, bending, right into the
outstretched navel of MeSnuffMe---stretched because it was trying to reach
his spear into Geoo but missed. MeSnuffMe didn't drop his spear right away
but held fast to it as if it were to save him, as if it were his anchor to
life. Geoo let the spear point lay in Mesnuffme's belly for a moment or a
minute. MeSnuffMe thought he may have had a chance...that Geoo would only
wound him in the navel.


"Spare my navel...mannnnn...it feels so fuckin good! Take it out now."


"Excuse me but don't you see what's happening here? I think I am the one
who won."


Geoo rammed that spear in and bent it so that navel and spear were at
angles unheard of...the spear bent upward in MeSnuff and I got behind him
and tore off my loin cloth. I put my penis in his ass crack and got up
behind him as he jumped from having the spear up him long ways, up behind
his upper abs, his chest and finally maybe even his neck and brain. "Hey,"
I said, "MeSnuffMe69...you're point headed!!" Geoo thought it funny if he
tried to stick me through MeSnuffMe but I moved out and cam then let
MeSnuffMe fall onto his back. THe spear fell out of him or he fell off of
it. Liquids were everywhere! I got ontop Mesnuffme and sucked his penis,
the hole in his bellly against my own navel, I could feel dangling out
intestines rubbing against my smooth stomach and some of them popped into
my deepset navel, rubbing with my beauty mark! Shit! It felt great!
Intercourse like!


I rubbed and muffled as I felt my dick in MeSnuff's mouth, "Hey,
MeSnuffMe69," I said and used my knife to butcher his side, a smooth bit
not touched and I ripped it down as far to his hip and lower extremities as
it would go---just about the upper top of his leg! "Me snuffme69 I am
snuffing you and 69ing you at the same time!" Geoo was over me, mad as hell
that I stole his guy. He wanted to spear me in my back but I got up, my
orgasm not over, quivering, quaking, and shootin and told him to get the
rest.


Geoo promptly tore his bending spear into the lower boy belly of the
kicking spurting MeSnuff and tore it up real good! The rest of us cheered
him on. Geoo got on top him and put his own dick into the lower boy belly
of blood and gore and left his seed there. A lot of seed there!


Gutpuncher, a new dude here, was walking along and shocked when I grabbed
him and flung him onto a flat backed jagged rock. "I...I...I...what?"

"Where are the others?"


He said nothing. He was naked totally. I was hot and bothered. I pressed on
his legs with my torso. I moved back and put my sword on his navel, "Tell
me or I'll open your stomach."


"They...they are at the arena."


"Which way?"


"I'm not sure."


"Bad answer!" I pressed my other weapon, my knife against his lower belly.


He panicked, "No,no, I mean I'm not sure! On this world, east may not be
east!"


"Take a guess!" I felt the skin of this unshaven nice 19 year old pressing
against my two weapons.


"East," he nodded, "East," and he pointed, "I just came from there."


"And now you're cumming from there," I pointed my knife down at his penis
which was stiff and straight up between us. I moved in. Then I came and
moved out. I held the sword on his navel the whole time. After huffing to
catch my breath, "You're nice. Where...when did you?"


"I just joined today."


"Bad timing," I said and opened his stomach with a small thrust of my elbow
inward. He sucked in air.


"ZZZZSSUHHHHH."


I huffed breath out, anxious to watch him fall slowly from the rock.


As he did, he said, "I...uhhh... tol you....whhhhherrrrrr they
wereaahhhh...."


"Sure you did...thanks..."


"And you did it anywaayyyyyy," Gutpuncher fell along the rock.


"Sure I did--you didn't think I'da let you go so you could warn them..."


"I wouldn'taahhhhhhh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhh," he expired as he fell in
crumple.


"I know you wouldn't...now." I walked off to the others.


TO BE CONTINUED...




?  RING AROUND? 8-9

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The 18 year old Thai boy was walking through the corridors for hours. Four
hours. It wasn't so bad inside this spaceship, for that is what he thought
it was that plucked him up out of his exotic dance in that Thai gay bar. It
was quite comfortable and warm, good for that, he thought as he only wore a
skimpy white thong, leaving nothing to the imagination. He also had on a
white necklace, pearly. Hair long for a dancer but cut neatly and a tan
bronzed skinny body of a former street boy. He was fairly sure this machine
liked him, which is why it took him. It made him feel welcome. "Well, a
little finding out who lives here would help." Cautiously, he pushed on
another roundel covered doorway and inside found something staring at him.


It was the size of a house cat and pinkish, built like an otter. It came at
his brown leg and rubbed on it. "Hello there, cutie guy." He was sure it
was a male since only males seemed to be attracted to him. Checking he
found he was correct. "Do you know who lives here? Can you help me find
him, even if he has green skin and one eye? Hey, maybe he has six dicks and
six navels. Then I be in business, aye?" He looked the cute alien animals
and thought, "Oh, why am I tellin you all this. You can't..."

The "pet" took off down a hallway. "Hey!" He followed and found it waiting
for him to do so. "Okay, maybe you can understand me. Take me to your
leader and let's hope he's dark, handsome and friendly like." The creature
purred and happily lead him.


John, the Time Lord was trying to get into the spirit of the massacre he
engineered. He put on blue denim cut offs, open and ripped. Holes in
them. Long streaks of skin showing on his legs. No top button. This body
was old but worked out on and for an alien who lived a very long time, he
looked quite...human and male. Which he was partly. He also had sat at the
console and watched the killings. At first, it was satisfying. It helped
ease the pain of his son's death and his revenge was met. But after awhile
the nature of him, his people, non violence, bit at his conscious. He
wanted to stop this, call it off if he could and return everyone to their
proper place in time and on Earth. This cult deserved this though and they
even seemed to be liking it. Both the dying and the killers. In fact, even
those who survived, wanted to get it in their guts. A strange cult. Perhaps
he should just put each one on their own planet, with no one to kill, they
would be alone for the rest of th
 eir short lives. That would fix them. This way, this killing, seemed to be
giving them what they wanted. John was confused.


John forgot about one of the cult killer boys. Gut The Knife, long brown
hair, six feet, in only a skimpy red pair of tight fitting lycra shorts and
small slip on shoes, also red, was in a rack of clothes. He had passed out
in this clothing room just off the console room where John was. Standing
out of the clothes, the absolicious Gut, with hard rock abs, spied on John
and listened to the battles John watched on his scanner TV screen. As John
sometimes talked to himself, Gut got some of what was going on. Looking
around, he found a large knife, so long it was almost a sword. Gut got the
feel of it in his hand.


John stood up sharply as someone entered his console room. The Thai boy
rushed in. "Who are you?"


"Who are I? Who are you?" The boy said, "And what is this place? This thing
of yours just grabbed me up and took me here...and what is that?"

The Thai boy had seen a play back of a deadly fight. "Oh yuck! Stop that
tape!"


"I...the TARDIS must have wanted you here for some reason..."


"All I know was I was dancing in Thailand bar when suddenly I was lifted
into the air and vanished to find myself here...what's is going on? I
confused." He picked up the animal that helped him, "I was walking around
your ship for four hours and would still be if not for this little guy..."


John smiled. He liked this innocent. "Okay I will tell you." He sat down
and his smile faded. He went into detail about everything. His son, his
death, what he is, the battles, the cult of killer belly stabbers,how he
implanted in their minds this false scenario. Gut listened from his hideout
in the closet clothing room. He knew it all, too, now.


"You have to stop it," Thai boy said, "You must. Revenge not good. I used
to live on the streets before I came to be dancer...ha, I cam to be dancer
too. I mean is that death and killing are not good. Revenge won't bring son
back. Not making you feel better."


"No, it is not. But it is too late. What can I do about it?" John stood up
again and Thai boy, in a chair also, near the TV screens set up, stood up
too. He put down the animal.


Gut saw that Thai boy was in between him and John. Good, haivng two is
better than one. At least with two they would both give him a challenge
now. And this smooth skinned skinny kid was nice and ripe. His untouched,
almost perfect brown skin made for cutting.


"I will tell you what you both will do about it---DIE!!!" Gut came out and
as he did, Thai boy turned to him. Gut saw his point aim for the ripe belly
button on that smooth curvy stomach. It was about to hit but John grabbed
Thai Boy's arm and flung him hard across the room.


Thai boy found himself hurtled into the arms of a massive white-pink
gorilla like monster. He knew instinctively that it was the little animal
he held a few seconds before. Somehow it had grown, changed, into this
thing. It held him and stopped his spin, probably saving his life from
John's super fast tug out of the path of the knife...


Which struck....Gut's upper bumpy and well muscled abs. Right in between
the two uppers. John had twisted the arm of Gut and made Gut stab himself,
well kind of. John stabbed the knife in deep, almost up to the hilt. Gut's
word of DIEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee kept going.


"NO! No! No...no...yes," Gut said, starting to feel the intense pain as
something wonderful within him, the driving force of focused steel, "Yes!
Yes! YES! Yeah, man, I feel it!"


"No!" John yelped, "No! I didn't mean to...I can't....I didn't want to.."


Gut gaped and gasped, looking down at the hilt rising and falling with his
labored breathing, "Don't ruuuuuuinnnn it, man. Wimp. I wanted to die a
warrior's death and you gavvvvvv i....it to me. I would have done the, done
the, sam...me to you."


John grabbed at his head, his head hurt as it seemed every cell in his body
were bursting...which was what happened to Time Lords nowadays if they
killed. Gut noticed this even as he was dying.


Thai Boy sunk his head into the white animals's large pink chest of fur,
not able to look at this. He had seen death before...on the streets and it
always made him chill. He couldn't stand it. He cried. But at least John
was safe. Or was he?


Gut took this chance to grab the hilt with both hands and slowly, ever so
slowly, enjoying every moment of it, withdrew the knife from his upper
abs. He relished the empty space left by the cold steel of it in his
uppers. He tossed his hair back behind his head and gripped the knife in
one hand. John was already on his back and fell. Gut fell to his knees, not
able to hold out any more. He flexed and saw a big red hole in his upper ab
space. Blood was caked in it and some dripped. Gut moved over to John who
was writhing on the ground. Why wasn't important to gut. He cut the guts of
John, driving the point straight down deep into the open navel! The
tightness of John' hard knob and belly beneath the knob made Gut feel
good. He wanted some resistance. John fell back and arched. Gut felt his
belly and saw Thai boy scream and move at them, probably to kill him. Gut
crawled away, back to the closet room, aware that Thai Boy hadn't killed
him. Thai Boy came to look at John.


John's eyes stared, "R...reg..."


"What's happening to you!?"


"Dying. I think....my cells....I am part....part human, too...I killed so
therefore...I should die but..." Thai Boy came over John's head and John
could see the boy's worried look and tears dripping down onto his face,
mingling with his own eyes, his own sweat. Three or four wild back
archings. Then a final extreme, long timed one. John arched up as far as he
could go, his shorts looked wet to the eyes of Thai Boy. John fell back and
huffed. John's eyes stared blankly.


Thai boy cried, "No, don't die."


Thai Boy closed John's brown eyes for him.


John was dead. In the closet room, Gut found another knife, a smaller one
and ripped open his upper abs by himself and cam, finishing the job, face
down. He fell onto the knife in his uppers and moved them all around,
lowering it down to gut his boy belly below his navel and up to his navel,
stickingit in and up again, returning it to the point of
origin. "Gaaaaaaaawwwwaolaolaoal! Yeah! Yes!" He sprawled out on it, face
down, belly down. He kicked and cam a puddle of white. Then he stopped
moving. Dead.


Thai Boy saw something wild happening to John. The body changed, looked
younger, the hair grew darker, deep black, the eyes became bluer as they
popped open after closing. The wrinkles of old age, even on this worked out
muscleman, were now gone. The skin became smoother, younger, younger, and
the best thing was that the knife, buried deep into the belly button knob,
slowly moved upward and out as John's regenerating body pushed it
upward. Now muscles beneath or renewed muscles beneath pushed the knife
right out of the newly forming belly button, the knife clanging to the
floor of the time space machine. John's penis was erect and pumping new
sperm, his shorts whipped off of their own accord. He was alive! John stood
up, the new John stood up. Thai boy was shocked by fear and wonder, mostly
good feelings. Thai Boy rushed John and hugged him around his ample, well
endowed stomach. John was even taller than the first John. Thai Boy was
smaller, much smaller but John seemed to k
 now who he was...at first. He didn't hug back right away but shrugged and
then hugged him back.

"Who are you?"


"You're alive!" Thai Boy was happy. "You're John."


"Oh," John said, "If you say so," he tottered dizzily so he sat down in a
chair that Thai boy lead him to.


"You said something...about being part, or half..."


"Human.... I think, yes, yes, I am half human. That is why I had a human
son."


"His mother was...from Earth and you are not?"


"Yes, but more than that I...I am half human, too. That is why I didn't die
right there after I killed that Gut guy or guy's gut. I..."


"Did it to save me...you saved me. You wouldn't let him kill me...and he
would have...he was bad, man. Bad."


"Now, I have to sleep, sleep, sleep," John closed his eyes and put his head
back.


"No, wait," Thai Boy looked at the Tv screens, "You have to stop..." He
shook John but John was in a deep sleep. "You have to..."


On the screen, Thai boy looked at what mght be the final fight coming up as
five muscled 18 year olds moved up secretly on a windmill where about 11 or
so others were. "I have to do something."


Thai Boy looked at the screen and turned a knob near one control. Outside
the Tardis which looked like a gym locker, part of its disquise mechanism,
four androids came to life. They are:


Fuk a Chinese looking android with a THICK RIDGE navel which looked like
some form of macaroni covered the top ridge and some of the bottom, it was
thick almost like the top of a train underpass! When the android moved, it
can come out further or go in. He used a Tiger Trident.

Tari-Mesomorphic Swedish like android with a pushed up innie: pushed up
innie as if someone missed putting the belly button in the right place--it
is too far up into his stomach, almost off his stomach and not there at
all; it looks as if it is almost on his chest, a bit of it looked like a
knot.

Mocka-a thick ridge that went all around and an outtie button inside
it---which looked like a point trying to stick up at ya!.

Ghul-an Arabian type android with an innie-outtie, a large ridge swirl
which looks like a rounding worm or snake, a thick bulbous ridge which
curled a coil into the belly button (sometimes seeming to coil back out and
then in again!) and goes in, almost but not quite hiding the inner fold and
the deep cavern of belly button beneath. It also seemed to change as it was
usually more vertical but sometimes both vertical and horizontal. Sometimes
just horitzonal.


Thai Boy unleashed these for the next battle but he didn't want to.



PART 9-WAR AT THE WINDMILL

It had a water wheel and a windmill. It was once the alien's structure,
humanoids, for what other kind would wipe themselves out in a war. Rm111
was completely naked and into it. He wanted an all out frontal assault. We
calmed him down...a bit. He was starting to scare all of us since as we
planned out our attack, he kept looking at all our bellies, his own
included, as if he wanted to stab them right there. We planned down a hill
from the windmill after spying it out. It looked as unguarded as the
factory and the castle did. It would be easy. All we saw was Blade,
wounded; Subzero, Davidski, and Loch. A few minutes into our spying we also
saw Cyberxp. Five. It followed the other team's poor planning. They should
have amassed all their forces in one spot...for they had the numbers, not
us. They could have wiped us out. Fuck em. They deserved to git it in their
guts if they couldn't get along. Deep and swished around.


Geoo had found the weapon he really wanted to use and he relished it: a bow
with a steel tipped arrows. We needed something that could kill from far
off and this was it. He abandoned his spear for it and ached to use it.


INTERLUDE: As Gut the Knife died in the TARDIS, he huffed this out last,
"Now I'll never get to finish the HERD. Ohhhhhhhh..."

NOW BACK TO OUR ACTION (?):


Geoo and Loki snuck to the side door of the Windmill using the river bed as
cover. They hid in bushes outside the side door. Outside was a dark teen
with curly Afro like hair and a dark skinned body, he was not quite black
but mulatto with an outtie belly button that looked as if he has pulled it
out, soft and pliable. He held a spear in one hand and looked confident. He
didn't look very big, in fact, he was 18 but looked about 14 with big eyes
and skinny body. He had a nice chest though. Geoo pulled his bow back long
and hard with the steel tipped arrow in it, ready to fly. Just before he
was about to let it rip, the door opened and out stepped another. Loki
noted, "There are more in there than we thought. We might not be able to
pull this off."


Geoo watched as the new boy, a blond with long hair tied in a bun behind
his head, came out, being about the same size and shape as the mulatto
boy. "Pull me off, I'm gonna git them."


The blond came out and smiled, "Hey Cyberxp, any action?"


"Naw," he said, "No one would dare come here with me standing guard."


Loki snickered. Geoo aimed.


The blond, Chase 4, moved to the bushes near Cyber's left arm, "Oh no,
proud warrior."


"Cut the comedy, at least when they show I will be ready," Cyber said,
puffing his chest out. Geoo's steel tipped arrow hit him right under the
upper rib and nailed him into the door. "Gaak!"


The blond, Chase 4, ducked behind the bushes as Geoo reloaded. Cyber's eyes
lowered and he tried to pull the arrow out of his chest but to no
avail. Another arrow hit him in the lower hip, nailing him onto the door!
Chase looked out and saw movement in the bushes, for it was daylight
time. Didn't it ever get dark on this planet? The figures started to move
up on him and with an arrow, they could never miss him and he could not use
his sword on them or have enough room to get off his own arrow. He had one
chance: get inside. "They'll cut me down before I can...I have to try..."
The near naked boy stood and ran for the door, ready to open it even with
his friend stuck to it.


Cyber groaned, blood on his mouth, "No, get me off herrrrrr..."


A steel arrow ripped from Geoo's bow. It felt good to be the harbinger of
death from his bow to the boy's back. To have something fired from him to
cutting smooth flesh and piercing it.


Chase4 found the arrow in his lower back nailing him right into Cyber,
their mouths hitting at first. He shut his eyes and winced, arching his
back but to no avail. Lips not half an inch from his moaned, "I
don't...wanna...dun wanna die..."

Cyber looked down and saw the arrow sticking out of his friend's upper
chest and into his own. Three now in him. Chase gulped, "We've
had....itttuhhhhh...here let me..."


He undid the skimpy loin cloth on Cyber and started stroking the already
half up penis. "What are...?"


"Don't talk. Just feel," Chase moaned, "We," he grit his teeth, "might as
well enjoy our last moment in this realm, my friend, my hot friend."


Between them the penis of Cyber rose, rubbing tightly against the boy belly
of Chase, then ascending to his harder lower abs and navel. Chase's penis
sprung loose and at first he thought it did so on its own but Cyber had
undone his own tied up cloth and moved to stroke it hardly. Stiff. Both
were stiff. Cyber brought one hand around and rubbed the back of Chase, who
hugged both hands around Cyber. Chase moved his hands all over the back and
shoulders and pressed him into him, causing more pain and pre sperm to mesh
all between their bare flesh smooth skin. Their penis heads shot out from
both sides as they did this. Geoo and Loki were enjoying the show, moving
up closer. Loki got real close, "Awwww," he mocked, "What a cute couple,
they make."


Geoo let another fly, aiming for the lower back again. It ripped into the
lower back of the blond and he looked down as the mighty point freed itself
from his lithe body out his navel, drawing its innards into the navel of
his pinned friend and sticking into it and through him into the inners, out
his back and into the door, nailing both boys even more to the door. As
this jerking began from the newly arrived pain, the penises sprung their
boy juice in tandem! The two shafts stuck straight up and flooded like a
fountain of youth over the boy's bare bellies, mingling with each other's
splashings and the arrow shafts, especially the one directly over the
penises---the one connecting their belly buttons. They jerked and the
arrows made more of a mess. Loki gasped in pleasure himself. The two boys
died as they jerked but not quite! The blond was tongue kissing the mulatto
and they both buried their heads into each other. Geoo joined them and
watched, feeling himself up on his bel
 ly, his penis.


While this was going on, Zombiewoof, on the other side of the windmill saw
one guard. This was the side that had the huge blades turning. Zombiewoof
saw it was one of the new boys, Navels. He was brazen bronze youth,
Hispanic and proud. He wore tight Lycra shorts with his package
evident. Nothing else. He had tight abs and a nice washboard as well as
great chest. Zombiewoof drew his sword and went up to him. "Fair fight."


"As you wish, come to your death."


They met each other's swords but soon Navels was not so confident as
Zombiewoof kept him back against the windmill wall. Navels dropped his
sword and Zombiewoof used his elbow to hold Navel's chest back while
maneuvering his sword point. The huge blades were swinging now around and
around as the wind picked up. Navels kicked Zombiewoof just before Zombie
woof had a chance to bury his sword in Navel's, well, navel. Navel dropped
and recovered his sword as Zombie was kicked backward. Just as Navel was
about to stab Zombie, the blade passed between them, diverting him. Navel
backed up. Zombie looked at where he was and saw the wind slow up. The
blades slowed up and Navel swished his sword out, it nicked Zombiewoof in
the skin just above the hip as Zombie moved to the right. He flung his hip
back as Navel tried to move forward, to press his sword in. Navel's stomach
stretched and that nice outtie-innie with it made contortions that drew
Zombie's attention. Zombie couldn't run bac
 k and couldn't fall back but was too weak to move on. Navel seemed about
to stab him but just then the wind picked up and the blade came between
them. Zombie struck right through it. Suddenly, not only was the blade gone
but so was Navel...and Zombie's blade. The sword hit Navel's navel hard and
struck through the windmill blade. It stuck and stuck. And now Navel was
lifted around and around, past Zombie.

Zombie laughed but felt sorry for the boy as he could see the boy trying to
free his Navel but it would mean him falling. The boy hesitated until the
blade came to Zombie again and again. And each time it did, Zombie took
great relish in stabbing a new sword, smaller ones, almost sabers, into
Navel's body. Each sword stayed in. And each time, Navel made sounds that
made Zombie feel good. RRRRRRgggrrareggahhhh! Geeezzzz! Naw! Nooooohuh!
Gawak! That sort of thing. Zombie has a stash of swords that after Navel
first went up, he ran to finish this deed. It was his finest moment. Each
time that blade came whizzing around, Navel got another one in his navel
area until there was no more navel and no more area left so Zombie stuck
the upper abs and the lower boy belly. Navel tried to arch but found
himself impaled onto the blade. Also Zombie didn't realize it at first but
the liquid that sprayed him whenever Navel was above, directly overhead,
wasn't blood. It was white. It was lumpy
  and it was cum! As he realized this, he noted with each new saber into
the bladenboy---a wide ranging spray would lash out at him as Navel tried
to free himself---the wild flung penis was moving each way through the
slats so that the fine thickness would spray. And Zombie lapped up as much
as he could.


Finally, Navel's head was sloped, for he was dead. The wind tore through
the holes in his back and out his front, bypassing along the many swords
that were in him. It was worth losing the swords Zombie woof decided.


When Gutsmacker came out of the windmill he caught an arrow point in his
navel. It wasn't in but just leaning in on him. Geoo stood there with his
arrow ready to rip, loaded and pulled back. Loki did the questions, "How
many more inside?"


"Awww, man, I ain't tellin ya any..."


Geoo let the arrow move a bit, cutting a bit of the bits in the bare
bellybutton. A fold severed.


"Telling the truth?"


"It might be ten or eleven. I..." He felt the arrow press into the back of
his navel wall, "I...I don't count so good."


"You can feel that good, right?" Geoo let it out a bit, and it seemed to
the boy as if were going to let rip into him completely and at this range
it would plummet through him, driving like a force of strength out his bare
vee back.


"Awwowww! Oh, allright, ten, ten! Ten allright!"


"Shhh," Geoo said, "We might just let ya live..."


"Bullshit," Gutsmacker said, "You might."


Geoo moved him against the wall not far from the dead door boys whom he
looked at. "Aww good damned! They die happy."


Geoo put the arrow into his belly button, "Now..."

"What do you want me to tell ya now?"


Geoo let the arrow rip fully into the belly of the nice looking guy. He
doubled over in pain and winced. Geoo smiled, "Nothing."


"Garaark! Grrrrrrruhah! Hurts!" Gutsmacker doubled over and put both hands
on the arrow, as if it were a part of him now. He struggled with it as if
it were the enemy. The whole arrow seemed in him now but not fully. A bit
gave him room for his hands. He kicked as he fell and rolled with it,
pushing it onto the ground with his might. "So good!" They watched as he
got enough strength to get up on his hands and knees, then off his
knees. Holding himself over the arrow end. Then he let himself drop, slowly
at first as if he were afraid to do it. Then he dropped, they couldn't tell
if it was loss of muscle control or volunteerily--but the arrow head was in
him fully, even the feathers on the end were stuck in his belly button, the
shaft vanished within. He jerked to a puddle of red and white, his bare
belly now a mess on the grass.


Rm111 and Innout had climbed into the top of the Windmill opening, avoiding
the blades. At one point, they were covered in some cum from the groaning
Navels as he sailed overhead and it was enough for them to hold themselves
from cumming themselves. They had work to do. They had to drop in on the
guys inside and kill them. When they did, they found ten guys there. More
than even they could handle.

They managed to use two swords in each hand to hold off Loch (Deadboy),
Blade, Davidski, Alnilam, Traxxgalaxy, Man the Danned, Gutman 39,
XgladiatorX, Hardabs, and Ruinyrabs. A younger looking blond stud was
fooling with an arrow and a bow and didn't fight with the other ten
yet. They fought back to back and Rm111 yelled, "The door!" Innout could
make the door out and saw a few arrow points, blood soaked on it, sticking
in. They fought over to it and Innout managed to open it, meeting the
swords of Ruinyrabs and Traxx. He opened the door and he flung himself out,
Rm111 followed.


"Get moving!" Innout yelled to Geoo and Loki, "Too many of em!"


Rm111 was out a moment later, "Run!"


But Geoo and Loki couldn't understand why. There was no one
following. Innout looked, "I thought for sure they..."


With one saber and one thicker sword, Zombie came to them, "Rear guard
reared and gutted." He looked proud of his work and his penis looked
drenched from ....Navel juice. Of both types.


"Let's run if there were as many as you say," Loki said. "We can replan."


"I agree." Innout looked at the windmill, "They're in there."


Rm111 wouldn't be robbed, "Aw, you're all a bunch of wimp pussies. I say we
let em come out to us! We'll hack em all to bits. We got out, didn't we,
just two of us....?"

"I don't...I think we should get out of here as..." Innout looked as the
sound of a door opening was heard. The bodies of the dead boys on the door
moved.

The eleven of them stepped out. The youngest looking one, Subzero84 had a
bow and arrow but all the others had long spears, almost like bayonets on
the end of them. They had the look of happiness on their faces. Then all
hell broke loose...

Man the Danned moved first and moved quickly at Zombie but from behind Man,

Innout moved his sword across Man's back, slicing it open. This allowed
Zombie to jab his sword right into Man's belly button. All eleven were in
loin cloths. Man yelped and fell down, rolled over on his back to hold his
belly but Zombie struck it again and pulled out. Man doubled up and went
still as fast as that, dying in his own juices. Geoo tried to load his bow
again as the fight started but he moved back from the fight. This enabled
Subzero, who had his bow already drawn and the arrow already in place, to
draw the bow back as much as possible, straining his youthful muscles in
his arms, his chest, his back, his stomach stretched inward, his ribs stuck
out and his belly button, Geoo noticed, looked magnificent. Too bad he
would have to shoot his arrow into itttttttttttttttttttttttttt...he
thought...the last coherent thought as Geoo had his belly meat plunged by
an arrow flung from Subzero's bow. Subzero relaxed and studied his
marksmanship. The arrow found itself right i
 nto Geoo's navel. "Oh my navel," Geoo yelped. He went to his knees,
dropping his bow but not his arrow. Subzero came over to him, dropping his
arrow and bow and picking up a fallen spear of the dead Man. Subzero nodded
his approval of his own work as he watched Geoo struggle with the arrow,
trying to stand. Geoo did get to stand, his penis evidently enjoying the
pain of steel tunneling in him. He held his arrow, not HIS, his dropped
finally. He had some errant thought that he could stick Subzero with it but
this fled him as soon as the drill like pain in him was
realized...fully. His penis was wet with pre cum. He stood to face
Subzero. Subzero smiled and took the end of the spear he held and jabbed it
onto the arrow shaft sticking out of Geoo. Geoo inched back but felt his
skin meshed as the arrow was hit. The arrow dug and dug and moved and
moved.

Geoo went numb and fell to his knees again, moving side to side and back
and forth. Using the spear tip on Geoo's chest but not digging in, Subzero
laughingly brought Geoo's upper body back over his legs and stretched him
out. This made the pain agonizingly sweet for Geoo. Then Subzero let the
spear fall and took both hands, climbed atop Geoo's upper and lower body
and pushed the arrow all the way in! Geoo felt the strong hands at his
navel circumference and spasmed. "What a way to go! Love ya!" He told
Subzero. Subzero watched as Geoo cam, Subzero simultaneously pulling off
Geoo's loin cloth. Geoo came up Subzero's ass as Subzero sat atop him,
rising and falling with Geoo's hips as the man died slowly.  Subzero got
off him after the last movement was obviously the last, "Die well, man, die
well, enjoy." He picked up his spear and went to join the continued fray.

Innout jumped over someone after kicking them down and then jumped with his
sword pointed down as he landed...it thudded into the belly of Loch Ravena,
cutting it in half, exposing steaming intestines...Loch saw this and yelled
but then stuck his hands right in the middle of
them...Ohhhhhhhhhharrrrrgghhh!

Blade was spear to sword with Zombiewoof. The two pushed against each
other. Each time another warrior came close, Zombiewoof would swing his
saber out, wounding HardAbs1 and Gutman39 this way but not killing
them. Blade has one of his famous daggers at his hip, ready in case he
could use it. Blade pushed hard but Zombiewoof didn't budge this time. He
was sweating and afraid he would be stuck in the back but the others were
giving the rest of the ten a hard time. Zombie turned to see but that was a
mistake. Blade had let up with the spear but now he forced it
forward. Zombie wasn't hit but only because he fell back...over a small
rock in the ground or a root...no one was sure which it was. He and Blade
had fought near the water and were now in the shallowest section. Blade
moved at Zombie with the spear but Zombie kicked the spear from his grasp
and it floated downstream. Blade was undaunted. He smiled and threw back
his head to clear his eyes of his long brown hair. He raise
 d his dagger from his hip and threw himself on Zombie, forcing the dagger
down. Zombie tried to move away but from behind him a jellyfish had
bit. Zombie knew he was dead. The dagger point met his nice navel and cut
into it. Blade was relentless and his whole body pressed on top of Zombie,
then was up, just the knees were holding Zombie down and the elbow on one
side. But that dagger. Zombie felt good and tingly down below and his lower
boy belly throbbed with excitement. His penis, although with water over it
now, rose against the colder water, hotter, heating it up. The dagger stuck
in and in and in and in and...the thing seemed like Blade was
fishing. "Die! Die now!" Blade made a show out of it.


Zombiewoof saw him and licked his chops, "Now, I...I..I aye aye, that
hurrrrrtsssss. Oh yeah! Yeah! Down in me more, boy! Indian boy! Kill me! Do
it! Yeah.....now I'll never finish FIVE FROM FAIRVIEW....shit....." He
jerked in the water and tried to bring his sword up but it fell
hopelessly. Blade stood up but was tackled by Loki who had fought off Traxx
and Alnilam nearby to get into the water. They didn't want to fight in the
water. Blood, cum, and Zombiewoof floated downriver. Zombie's belly button
looked like a blood blow hole, like a whale would have on its smooth
backside, only this was Zombie's smooth belly. Dead, yet quivering down
stream.


"We have a score to settle," Loki yelled as he and Blade rolled in the
rocks under the stream. Loki had a double sword with points on both
sides. He was trying to get Blade prone enough, to stand still enough, to
plunge it in. Blade was not complying. He had another dagger at his other
hip and drew it. Now two daggers were flying their way at Loki's ribs, both
engaged by Blade's hands. Loki didn't expect this and rolled off
Blade...into the water. Loki felt his ribs were hit. He was
bleeding. Nicked or cut bad, Blade couldn't tell. He wasn't waiting for
inspection.

Blade got up and looked, "Give me your spear!" He called to Traxx and
Alnilam. Traxx tossed it to him. Loki was hard under the water. Blade
dripped cum and water too. He gripped the spear as it flung to him and
looked down. He stood over where Loki fell, his body inching down to find
the right spot. His stomach rippled as he bent over and it looked like
Blade had three belly buttons but a fine stomach none the less. Something
joined it. Something that came from beneath the sea...the water sprang a
double sword with a rubber hand hold in the middle. The point found Blade's
rubber like bent abs and sank right in the real navel. When Loki got his
head above water, he could see that his point found the real navel as Blade
arched backward and slowly began his fall into the water. Loki and Blade
changed spots, changed positions as Loki stood and Blade fell ever so
slowly. Loki gripped the sword and stuck more. Then he got on the other
side of Blade...by his back and gripped. He pul
 led it all the way out. Blade swung himself side to side,

"Nooooooo!" He was defying the fall. So Loki shoved the double sword in
just over Blade's hip at the soft skin and dug deep until it came out his
other hip area, just above the hip! Loki let go but then looking down, he
found one of Blade's knives deep in his own navel. "Damned, how he do
that!" Loki got out and saw, weakened that Traxx had another spear and
Alnilam came forward as well. He fought them but his might gave and he fell
back. The two men shoved spears into him over and over. He was on his back
and tried to roll. They kept shoving spear on him, into his side and as he
rolled, one of them, he didn't know which one, shoved the spear along his
leg, the inside of his leg, rubbed it and let it slide all the way up to
his crotch. Once there, it bypassed the bursting lump in his pants and
drove into his lower boy belly, the lowest area of his intestines. Loki
gramuprumphed as it slid in. The other, drove his spear into Loki's upper
abs, cutting,slicing, and finally thrus
 ting DEEP. Loki huffed and rolled, ripping himself some more for his
enemies and for himself...he was enjoying his death...he cam a load
full...and died. The two men smiled and ran to join the rest of their team
in killing the other two...


They found something wild. Four muscled androids, one Oriental, one
Swedish, one Arabian, and one mulatto were there. Watching. Rm111 had lost
his swords but grabbed the spear of Ruinyrabs just as Ruin tried to gut
him. Rm111 turned the spear on Ruin and drove it in and out fast, "There! I
ruined your abs!" Rm111 also picked up a fallen spear of Davidski. Innout
found Davidski and rammed his swords both into the kid. David held his
belly and doubled up over it as Innout removed them.


"Sorry. My swords are not a support for you." Innout pulled them out and
watched.


David fell forward never to get up. His spear fell and that was when Rm111
picked it up. Innout hacked across the chests of three men, Traxx and
Alnilam who had just joined them, and the wounded Gutman 39. All three were
only wounded but fell back.


Subzero ran at Innout but Innout used his sword to knock up the spear in
the youth's hand. Then Innout grabbed it with one hand, dropping one
sword. He rammed the other sword full on in Subzero's ripe navel and
out. Subzero stared for a moment and then smiled, "Thank you." He
toppled. Innout grabbed up his fallen sword again.


Ruinyrabs arched his back up and held his hands down to try to keep his
belly intact and moved off, walking like a Zombie, step by step to keep it
all in. He failed. He fell. He split his innards and his seed all over. His
abs flexed as he died and bled some more.


Rm111 brought his spear against Gutman's and Gutman fell back. Rm111 wasn't
waiting and wasn't being careful. He lunged with his spear over Gutman's
spear and drove it into the body on the ground. Gutman squirmed but died
with the spear in his vitals. Rm111 retracted it and flung the spear at
Hardabs who was coming to help Gutman. Hardabs found he had to drop his
spear to hold the spear protruding out of him. He grabbed it and tried to
walk but fell, his navel ripping out as he fell for the spear found its
mark there--a wide affair now wider and as deep as it was wide. Rm111 was
having the time of his life.


Innout fought and killed in their belly buttons the remaining two: Traxx
and Alnilam. He was huffing, watching them die slowly on their backs and
torturing their buttons with the swords as they side by side when he heard
a scream. Innout removed both points from the navels of Traxx and Al, who
quivered in pain-pleasure. Rm111 was surrounded by four of the
androids. "Who the hell?"


Rm111's weapons were easily knocked down by the androids' arms!. Fuk was in
front, Mocka in back and the other two on the sides one each. "What the
hell do you want? You're not part of the club! You didn't...I didn't..."


Innout ran toward them but the Swedish android turned from Rm111's
side. Innout saw the Swede's knarly and knarled belly button outtie. It
grew. It grew flesh like from his navel, protruded out beyond belief. It
formed a sharp knife. Innout couldn't stop himself--he ran right onto it
without meaning to. It struck right in his navel and punctured right
through the navel wall. Innout's lower and upper belly; button met the
Swede's--it wasn't human--it couldn't be--but the flesh felt like a human.


Sabers from the bellies of the other three cut strategic points through
Rm111's sides and back and belly button. He felt a pinching pain inside
him, deep in him. In his guts. He yelled and yelled. He then ripped himself
off the sabers, "There! I showed you! I let my own navel free!"


"Not quite," I pulled myself back from the point I was on, "Look again,
Rm111!"


Rm111 didn't realize when he pulled free, he left his insides and part of
his outer left side on the sabers. They weren't with him anymore. They
dangled on the swords of the belly buttons of the men. Who came at him
again and hugged him--all three from the front--all three with saber belly
buttons finding the spot that used to house Rm111's navel. Intestines fell.


The Swede came up to me to hug me and I pulled back. What the hell. He was
cute. I embraced him, pushing at him. I felt his arms behind me gripping
me, rubbing my back and sides and feeling all my erogenous zones. But the
best one, my navel, was speared by his navel, a living thing inside me,
quivering, steel, strong, livid, lithe, and throbbing inside me. It drilled
me, the pain was unbearable but I willed myself to live, willed myself to
stay conscious so I could feel this wonder. My penis ran along his fab abs,
his worked out?--probably made by someone, something on this strange
world. I wouldn't die....My navel exited by back hole. Yes< I had a back
hole. I wanted to kill my navel myself but knew that this was better. The
Swede bent down, me stuck to him, my feet off the ground as he earlier had
rose up higher on his ankles, my feet off the ground! Damned hot! Hot dig!
Dig! Dig! Then he laid on top of me, the point digging down and finding
soil...


The games were over.

John was telling Thai, "It was not your fault. I can deactivate them now."
He did. The androids lost power. One toppled over me, keeping its navel in
me forever. I felt it go. I squirmed with that great point in me. Rm111 was
cut to shreds and his upper body fell over, dripping off his lower
body. His face was one of happiness, for I saw it in relation to my own. A
smile was etched on his face and his cut off penis was spraying the air.


Thai was crying, "They all dead now."


"Travel with me. I promise we will right these wrongs. I will never again
do this type of thing."


"Look," Thai found a computer coming on, "Look at this."


John read the readout on the newly alive screen, "My son....he was...he
used a different name but he was one of the ki...one of the kil...kids...he
was in this cult too. He wanted that guy to kill him in the sauna...he
didn't know who it would be or when but he must have liked it...."


Thai was sad, "You could not have known. Beside, you give them all what
they wanted."


"Let's go," John said, "I have had enough of this horror."


"Me too but what I call you?"


"Oh my last name? You don't have to know it. You can call me John."


"But who are you?"


"Oh, a doctor. I sometimes go by the last name of Smith."


"Smith, that not real name. You are Doctor...Doctor Who?"


As the time machine, TARDIS vanished, I could feel myself still alive, the
properties of the bee sting I received earlier---the bee gave me
immortality. I called, "Wait! Don't go! I'm here!" I was alive but pinned
under this studly blonde...probably forever with his navel saber stuck in
my navel, belly to belly...not a bad way to spend eternity....


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RING AROUND? 8-9

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The 18 year old Thai boy was walking through the corridors for hours. Four
hours. It wasn't so bad inside this spaceship, for that is what he thought
it was that plucked him up out of his exotic dance in that Thai gay bar. It
was quite comfortable and warm, good for that, he thought as he only wore a
skimpy white thong, leaving nothing to the imagination. He also had on a
white necklace, pearly. Hair long for a dancer but cut neatly and a tan
bronzed skinny body of a former street boy. He was fairly sure this machine
liked him, which is why it took him. It made him feel welcome. "Well, a
little finding out who lives here would help." Cautiously, he pushed on
another roundel covered doorway and inside found something staring at him.


It was the size of a house cat and pinkish, built like an otter. It came at
his brown leg and rubbed on it. "Hello there, cutie guy." He was sure it
was a male since only males seemed to be attracted to him. Checking he
found he was correct. "Do you know who lives here? Can you help me find
him, even if he has green skin and one eye? Hey, maybe he has six dicks and
six navels. Then I be in business, aye?" He looked the cute alien animals
and thought, "Oh, why am I tellin you all this. You can't..."

The "pet" took off down a hallway. "Hey!" He followed and found it waiting
for him to do so. "Okay, maybe you can understand me. Take me to your
leader and let's hope he's dark, handsome and friendly like." The creature
purred and happily lead him.


John, the Time Lord was trying to get into the spirit of the massacre he
engineered. He put on blue denim cut offs, open and ripped. Holes in
them. Long streaks of skin showing on his legs. No top button. This body
was old but worked out on and for an alien who lived a very long time, he
looked quite...human and male. Which he was partly. He also had sat at the
console and watched the killings. At first, it was satisfying. It helped
ease the pain of his son's death and his revenge was met. But after awhile
the nature of him, his people, non violence, bit at his conscious. He
wanted to stop this, call it off if he could and return everyone to their
proper place in time and on Earth. This cult deserved this though and they
even seemed to be liking it. Both the dying and the killers. In fact, even
those who survived, wanted to get it in their guts. A strange cult. Perhaps
he should just put each one on their own planet, with no one to kill, they
would be alone for the rest of th
 eir short lives. That would fix them. This way, this killing, seemed to be
giving them what they wanted. John was confused.


John forgot about one of the cult killer boys. Gut The Knife, long brown
hair, six feet, in only a skimpy red pair of tight fitting lycra shorts and
small slip on shoes, also red, was in a rack of clothes. He had passed out
in this clothing room just off the console room where John was. Standing
out of the clothes, the absolicious Gut, with hard rock abs, spied on John
and listened to the battles John watched on his scanner TV screen. As John
sometimes talked to himself, Gut got some of what was going on. Looking
around, he found a large knife, so long it was almost a sword. Gut got the
feel of it in his hand.


John stood up sharply as someone entered his console room. The Thai boy
rushed in. "Who are you?"


"Who are I? Who are you?" The boy said, "And what is this place? This thing
of yours just grabbed me up and took me here...and what is that?"

The Thai boy had seen a play back of a deadly fight. "Oh yuck! Stop that
tape!"


"I...the TARDIS must have wanted you here for some reason..."


"All I know was I was dancing in Thailand bar when suddenly I was lifted
into the air and vanished to find myself here...what's is going on? I
confused." He picked up the animal that helped him, "I was walking around
your ship for four hours and would still be if not for this little guy..."


John smiled. He liked this innocent. "Okay I will tell you." He sat down
and his smile faded. He went into detail about everything. His son, his
death, what he is, the battles, the cult of killer belly stabbers,how he
implanted in their minds this false scenario. Gut listened from his hideout
in the closet clothing room. He knew it all, too, now.


"You have to stop it," Thai boy said, "You must. Revenge not good. I used
to live on the streets before I came to be dancer...ha, I cam to be dancer
too. I mean is that death and killing are not good. Revenge won't bring son
back. Not making you feel better."


"No, it is not. But it is too late. What can I do about it?" John stood up
again and Thai boy, in a chair also, near the TV screens set up, stood up
too. He put down the animal.


Gut saw that Thai boy was in between him and John. Good, haivng two is
better than one. At least with two they would both give him a challenge
now. And this smooth skinned skinny kid was nice and ripe. His untouched,
almost perfect brown skin made for cutting.


"I will tell you what you both will do about it---DIE!!!" Gut came out and
as he did, Thai boy turned to him. Gut saw his point aim for the ripe belly
button on that smooth curvy stomach. It was about to hit but John grabbed
Thai Boy's arm and flung him hard across the room.


Thai boy found himself hurtled into the arms of a massive white-pink
gorilla like monster. He knew instinctively that it was the little animal
he held a few seconds before. Somehow it had grown, changed, into this
thing. It held him and stopped his spin, probably saving his life from
John's super fast tug out of the path of the knife...


Which struck....Gut's upper bumpy and well muscled abs. Right in between
the two uppers. John had twisted the arm of Gut and made Gut stab himself,
well kind of. John stabbed the knife in deep, almost up to the hilt. Gut's
word of DIEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee kept going.


"NO! No! No...no...yes," Gut said, starting to feel the intense pain as
something wonderful within him, the driving force of focused steel, "Yes!
Yes! YES! Yeah, man, I feel it!"


"No!" John yelped, "No! I didn't mean to...I can't....I didn't want to.."


Gut gaped and gasped, looking down at the hilt rising and falling with his
labored breathing, "Don't ruuuuuuinnnn it, man. Wimp. I wanted to die a
warrior's death and you gavvvvvv i....it to me. I would have done the, done
the, sam...me to you."


John grabbed at his head, his head hurt as it seemed every cell in his body
were bursting...which was what happened to Time Lords nowadays if they
killed. Gut noticed this even as he was dying.


Thai Boy sunk his head into the white animals's large pink chest of fur,
not able to look at this. He had seen death before...on the streets and it
always made him chill. He couldn't stand it. He cried. But at least John
was safe. Or was he?


Gut took this chance to grab the hilt with both hands and slowly, ever so
slowly, enjoying every moment of it, withdrew the knife from his upper
abs. He relished the empty space left by the cold steel of it in his
uppers. He tossed his hair back behind his head and gripped the knife in
one hand. John was already on his back and fell. Gut fell to his knees, not
able to hold out any more. He flexed and saw a big red hole in his upper ab
space. Blood was caked in it and some dripped. Gut moved over to John who
was writhing on the ground. Why wasn't important to gut. He cut the guts of
John, driving the point straight down deep into the open navel! The
tightness of John' hard knob and belly beneath the knob made Gut feel
good. He wanted some resistance. John fell back and arched. Gut felt his
belly and saw Thai boy scream and move at them, probably to kill him. Gut
crawled away, back to the closet room, aware that Thai Boy hadn't killed
him. Thai Boy came to look at John.


John's eyes stared, "R...reg..."


"What's happening to you!?"


"Dying. I think....my cells....I am part....part human, too...I killed so
therefore...I should die but..." Thai Boy came over John's head and John
could see the boy's worried look and tears dripping down onto his face,
mingling with his own eyes, his own sweat. Three or four wild back
archings. Then a final extreme, long timed one. John arched up as far as he
could go, his shorts looked wet to the eyes of Thai Boy. John fell back and
huffed. John's eyes stared blankly.


Thai boy cried, "No, don't die."


Thai Boy closed John's brown eyes for him.


John was dead. In the closet room, Gut found another knife, a smaller one
and ripped open his upper abs by himself and cam, finishing the job, face
down. He fell onto the knife in his uppers and moved them all around,
lowering it down to gut his boy belly below his navel and up to his navel,
stickingit in and up again, returning it to the point of
origin. "Gaaaaaaaawwwwaolaolaoal! Yeah! Yes!" He sprawled out on it, face
down, belly down. He kicked and cam a puddle of white. Then he stopped
moving. Dead.


Thai Boy saw something wild happening to John. The body changed, looked
younger, the hair grew darker, deep black, the eyes became bluer as they
popped open after closing. The wrinkles of old age, even on this worked out
muscleman, were now gone. The skin became smoother, younger, younger, and
the best thing was that the knife, buried deep into the belly button knob,
slowly moved upward and out as John's regenerating body pushed it
upward. Now muscles beneath or renewed muscles beneath pushed the knife
right out of the newly forming belly button, the knife clanging to the
floor of the time space machine. John's penis was erect and pumping new
sperm, his shorts whipped off of their own accord. He was alive! John stood
up, the new John stood up. Thai boy was shocked by fear and wonder, mostly
good feelings. Thai Boy rushed John and hugged him around his ample, well
endowed stomach. John was even taller than the first John. Thai Boy was
smaller, much smaller but John seemed to k
 now who he was...at first. He didn't hug back right away but shrugged and
then hugged him back.

"Who are you?"


"You're alive!" Thai Boy was happy. "You're John."


"Oh," John said, "If you say so," he tottered dizzily so he sat down in a
chair that Thai boy lead him to.


"You said something...about being part, or half..."


"Human.... I think, yes, yes, I am half human. That is why I had a human
son."


"His mother was...from Earth and you are not?"


"Yes, but more than that I...I am half human, too. That is why I didn't die
right there after I killed that Gut guy or guy's gut. I..."


"Did it to save me...you saved me. You wouldn't let him kill me...and he
would have...he was bad, man. Bad."


"Now, I have to sleep, sleep, sleep," John closed his eyes and put his head
back.


"No, wait," Thai Boy looked at the Tv screens, "You have to stop..." He
shook John but John was in a deep sleep. "You have to..."


On the screen, Thai boy looked at what mght be the final fight coming up as
five muscled 18 year olds moved up secretly on a windmill where about 11 or
so others were. "I have to do something."


Thai Boy looked at the screen and turned a knob near one control. Outside
the Tardis which looked like a gym locker, part of its disquise mechanism,
four androids came to life. They are:


Fuk a Chinese looking android with a THICK RIDGE navel which looked like
some form of macaroni covered the top ridge and some of the bottom, it was
thick almost like the top of a train underpass! When the android moved, it
can come out further or go in. He used a Tiger Trident.

Tari-Mesomorphic Swedish like android with a pushed up innie: pushed up
innie as if someone missed putting the belly button in the right place--it
is too far up into his stomach, almost off his stomach and not there at
all; it looks as if it is almost on his chest, a bit of it looked like a
knot.

Mocka-a thick ridge that went all around and an outtie button inside
it---which looked like a point trying to stick up at ya!.

Ghul-an Arabian type android with an innie-outtie, a large ridge swirl
which looks like a rounding worm or snake, a thick bulbous ridge which
curled a coil into the belly button (sometimes seeming to coil back out and
then in again!) and goes in, almost but not quite hiding the inner fold and
the deep cavern of belly button beneath. It also seemed to change as it was
usually more vertical but sometimes both vertical and horizontal. Sometimes
just horitzonal.


Thai Boy unleashed these for the next battle but he didn't want to.



PART 9-WAR AT THE WINDMILL

It had a water wheel and a windmill. It was once the alien's structure,
humanoids, for what other kind would wipe themselves out in a war. Rm111
was completely naked and into it. He wanted an all out frontal assault. We
calmed him down...a bit. He was starting to scare all of us since as we
planned out our attack, he kept looking at all our bellies, his own
included, as if he wanted to stab them right there. We planned down a hill
from the windmill after spying it out. It looked as unguarded as the
factory and the castle did. It would be easy. All we saw was Blade,
wounded; Subzero, Davidski, and Loch. A few minutes into our spying we also
saw Cyberxp. Five. It followed the other team's poor planning. They should
have amassed all their forces in one spot...for they had the numbers, not
us. They could have wiped us out. Fuck em. They deserved to git it in their
guts if they couldn't get along. Deep and swished around.


Geoo had found the weapon he really wanted to use and he relished it: a bow
with a steel tipped arrows. We needed something that could kill from far
off and this was it. He abandoned his spear for it and ached to use it.


INTERLUDE: As Gut the Knife died in the TARDIS, he huffed this out last,
"Now I'll never get to finish the HERD. Ohhhhhhhh..."

NOW BACK TO OUR ACTION (?):


Geoo and Loki snuck to the side door of the Windmill using the river bed as
cover. They hid in bushes outside the side door. Outside was a dark teen
with curly Afro like hair and a dark skinned body, he was not quite black
but mulatto with an outtie belly button that looked as if he has pulled it
out, soft and pliable. He held a spear in one hand and looked confident. He
didn't look very big, in fact, he was 18 but looked about 14 with big eyes
and skinny body. He had a nice chest though. Geoo pulled his bow back long
and hard with the steel tipped arrow in it, ready to fly. Just before he
was about to let it rip, the door opened and out stepped another. Loki
noted, "There are more in there than we thought. We might not be able to
pull this off."


Geoo watched as the new boy, a blond with long hair tied in a bun behind
his head, came out, being about the same size and shape as the mulatto
boy. "Pull me off, I'm gonna git them."


The blond came out and smiled, "Hey Cyberxp, any action?"


"Naw," he said, "No one would dare come here with me standing guard."


Loki snickered. Geoo aimed.


The blond, Chase 4, moved to the bushes near Cyber's left arm, "Oh no,
proud warrior."


"Cut the comedy, at least when they show I will be ready," Cyber said,
puffing his chest out. Geoo's steel tipped arrow hit him right under the
upper rib and nailed him into the door. "Gaak!"


The blond, Chase 4, ducked behind the bushes as Geoo reloaded. Cyber's eyes
lowered and he tried to pull the arrow out of his chest but to no
avail. Another arrow hit him in the lower hip, nailing him onto the door!
Chase looked out and saw movement in the bushes, for it was daylight
time. Didn't it ever get dark on this planet? The figures started to move
up on him and with an arrow, they could never miss him and he could not use
his sword on them or have enough room to get off his own arrow. He had one
chance: get inside. "They'll cut me down before I can...I have to try..."
The near naked boy stood and ran for the door, ready to open it even with
his friend stuck to it.


Cyber groaned, blood on his mouth, "No, get me off herrrrrr..."


A steel arrow ripped from Geoo's bow. It felt good to be the harbinger of
death from his bow to the boy's back. To have something fired from him to
cutting smooth flesh and piercing it.


Chase4 found the arrow in his lower back nailing him right into Cyber,
their mouths hitting at first. He shut his eyes and winced, arching his
back but to no avail. Lips not half an inch from his moaned, "I
don't...wanna...dun wanna die..."

Cyber looked down and saw the arrow sticking out of his friend's upper
chest and into his own. Three now in him. Chase gulped, "We've
had....itttuhhhhh...here let me..."


He undid the skimpy loin cloth on Cyber and started stroking the already
half up penis. "What are...?"


"Don't talk. Just feel," Chase moaned, "We," he grit his teeth, "might as
well enjoy our last moment in this realm, my friend, my hot friend."


Between them the penis of Cyber rose, rubbing tightly against the boy belly
of Chase, then ascending to his harder lower abs and navel. Chase's penis
sprung loose and at first he thought it did so on its own but Cyber had
undone his own tied up cloth and moved to stroke it hardly. Stiff. Both
were stiff. Cyber brought one hand around and rubbed the back of Chase, who
hugged both hands around Cyber. Chase moved his hands all over the back and
shoulders and pressed him into him, causing more pain and pre sperm to mesh
all between their bare flesh smooth skin. Their penis heads shot out from
both sides as they did this. Geoo and Loki were enjoying the show, moving
up closer. Loki got real close, "Awwww," he mocked, "What a cute couple,
they make."


Geoo let another fly, aiming for the lower back again. It ripped into the
lower back of the blond and he looked down as the mighty point freed itself
from his lithe body out his navel, drawing its innards into the navel of
his pinned friend and sticking into it and through him into the inners, out
his back and into the door, nailing both boys even more to the door. As
this jerking began from the newly arrived pain, the penises sprung their
boy juice in tandem! The two shafts stuck straight up and flooded like a
fountain of youth over the boy's bare bellies, mingling with each other's
splashings and the arrow shafts, especially the one directly over the
penises---the one connecting their belly buttons. They jerked and the
arrows made more of a mess. Loki gasped in pleasure himself. The two boys
died as they jerked but not quite! The blond was tongue kissing the mulatto
and they both buried their heads into each other. Geoo joined them and
watched, feeling himself up on his bel
 ly, his penis.


While this was going on, Zombiewoof, on the other side of the windmill saw
one guard. This was the side that had the huge blades turning. Zombiewoof
saw it was one of the new boys, Navels. He was brazen bronze youth,
Hispanic and proud. He wore tight Lycra shorts with his package
evident. Nothing else. He had tight abs and a nice washboard as well as
great chest. Zombiewoof drew his sword and went up to him. "Fair fight."


"As you wish, come to your death."


They met each other's swords but soon Navels was not so confident as
Zombiewoof kept him back against the windmill wall. Navels dropped his
sword and Zombiewoof used his elbow to hold Navel's chest back while
maneuvering his sword point. The huge blades were swinging now around and
around as the wind picked up. Navels kicked Zombiewoof just before Zombie
woof had a chance to bury his sword in Navel's, well, navel. Navel dropped
and recovered his sword as Zombie was kicked backward. Just as Navel was
about to stab Zombie, the blade passed between them, diverting him. Navel
backed up. Zombie looked at where he was and saw the wind slow up. The
blades slowed up and Navel swished his sword out, it nicked Zombiewoof in
the skin just above the hip as Zombie moved to the right. He flung his hip
back as Navel tried to move forward, to press his sword in. Navel's stomach
stretched and that nice outtie-innie with it made contortions that drew
Zombie's attention. Zombie couldn't run bac
 k and couldn't fall back but was too weak to move on. Navel seemed about
to stab him but just then the wind picked up and the blade came between
them. Zombie struck right through it. Suddenly, not only was the blade gone
but so was Navel...and Zombie's blade. The sword hit Navel's navel hard and
struck through the windmill blade. It stuck and stuck. And now Navel was
lifted around and around, past Zombie.

Zombie laughed but felt sorry for the boy as he could see the boy trying to
free his Navel but it would mean him falling. The boy hesitated until the
blade came to Zombie again and again. And each time it did, Zombie took
great relish in stabbing a new sword, smaller ones, almost sabers, into
Navel's body. Each sword stayed in. And each time, Navel made sounds that
made Zombie feel good. RRRRRRgggrrareggahhhh! Geeezzzz! Naw! Nooooohuh!
Gawak! That sort of thing. Zombie has a stash of swords that after Navel
first went up, he ran to finish this deed. It was his finest moment. Each
time that blade came whizzing around, Navel got another one in his navel
area until there was no more navel and no more area left so Zombie stuck
the upper abs and the lower boy belly. Navel tried to arch but found
himself impaled onto the blade. Also Zombie didn't realize it at first but
the liquid that sprayed him whenever Navel was above, directly overhead,
wasn't blood. It was white. It was lumpy
  and it was cum! As he realized this, he noted with each new saber into
the bladenboy---a wide ranging spray would lash out at him as Navel tried
to free himself---the wild flung penis was moving each way through the
slats so that the fine thickness would spray. And Zombie lapped up as much
as he could.


Finally, Navel's head was sloped, for he was dead. The wind tore through
the holes in his back and out his front, bypassing along the many swords
that were in him. It was worth losing the swords Zombie woof decided.


When Gutsmacker came out of the windmill he caught an arrow point in his
navel. It wasn't in but just leaning in on him. Geoo stood there with his
arrow ready to rip, loaded and pulled back. Loki did the questions, "How
many more inside?"


"Awww, man, I ain't tellin ya any..."


Geoo let the arrow move a bit, cutting a bit of the bits in the bare
bellybutton. A fold severed.


"Telling the truth?"


"It might be ten or eleven. I..." He felt the arrow press into the back of
his navel wall, "I...I don't count so good."


"You can feel that good, right?" Geoo let it out a bit, and it seemed to
the boy as if were going to let rip into him completely and at this range
it would plummet through him, driving like a force of strength out his bare
vee back.


"Awwowww! Oh, allright, ten, ten! Ten allright!"


"Shhh," Geoo said, "We might just let ya live..."


"Bullshit," Gutsmacker said, "You might."


Geoo moved him against the wall not far from the dead door boys whom he
looked at. "Aww good damned! They die happy."


Geoo put the arrow into his belly button, "Now..."

"What do you want me to tell ya now?"


Geoo let the arrow rip fully into the belly of the nice looking guy. He
doubled over in pain and winced. Geoo smiled, "Nothing."


"Garaark! Grrrrrrruhah! Hurts!" Gutsmacker doubled over and put both hands
on the arrow, as if it were a part of him now. He struggled with it as if
it were the enemy. The whole arrow seemed in him now but not fully. A bit
gave him room for his hands. He kicked as he fell and rolled with it,
pushing it onto the ground with his might. "So good!" They watched as he
got enough strength to get up on his hands and knees, then off his
knees. Holding himself over the arrow end. Then he let himself drop, slowly
at first as if he were afraid to do it. Then he dropped, they couldn't tell
if it was loss of muscle control or volunteerily--but the arrow head was in
him fully, even the feathers on the end were stuck in his belly button, the
shaft vanished within. He jerked to a puddle of red and white, his bare
belly now a mess on the grass.


Rm111 and Innout had climbed into the top of the Windmill opening, avoiding
the blades. At one point, they were covered in some cum from the groaning
Navels as he sailed overhead and it was enough for them to hold themselves
from cumming themselves. They had work to do. They had to drop in on the
guys inside and kill them. When they did, they found ten guys there. More
than even they could handle.

They managed to use two swords in each hand to hold off Loch (Deadboy),
Blade, Davidski, Alnilam, Traxxgalaxy, Man the Danned, Gutman 39,
XgladiatorX, Hardabs, and Ruinyrabs. A younger looking blond stud was
fooling with an arrow and a bow and didn't fight with the other ten
yet. They fought back to back and Rm111 yelled, "The door!" Innout could
make the door out and saw a few arrow points, blood soaked on it, sticking
in. They fought over to it and Innout managed to open it, meeting the
swords of Ruinyrabs and Traxx. He opened the door and he flung himself out,
Rm111 followed.


"Get moving!" Innout yelled to Geoo and Loki, "Too many of em!"


Rm111 was out a moment later, "Run!"


But Geoo and Loki couldn't understand why. There was no one
following. Innout looked, "I thought for sure they..."


With one saber and one thicker sword, Zombie came to them, "Rear guard
reared and gutted." He looked proud of his work and his penis looked
drenched from ....Navel juice. Of both types.


"Let's run if there were as many as you say," Loki said. "We can replan."


"I agree." Innout looked at the windmill, "They're in there."


Rm111 wouldn't be robbed, "Aw, you're all a bunch of wimp pussies. I say we
let em come out to us! We'll hack em all to bits. We got out, didn't we,
just two of us....?"

"I don't...I think we should get out of here as..." Innout looked as the
sound of a door opening was heard. The bodies of the dead boys on the door
moved.

The eleven of them stepped out. The youngest looking one, Subzero84 had a
bow and arrow but all the others had long spears, almost like bayonets on
the end of them. They had the look of happiness on their faces. Then all
hell broke loose...

Man the Danned moved first and moved quickly at Zombie but from behind Man,

Innout moved his sword across Man's back, slicing it open. This allowed
Zombie to jab his sword right into Man's belly button. All eleven were in
loin cloths. Man yelped and fell down, rolled over on his back to hold his
belly but Zombie struck it again and pulled out. Man doubled up and went
still as fast as that, dying in his own juices. Geoo tried to load his bow
again as the fight started but he moved back from the fight. This enabled
Subzero, who had his bow already drawn and the arrow already in place, to
draw the bow back as much as possible, straining his youthful muscles in
his arms, his chest, his back, his stomach stretched inward, his ribs stuck
out and his belly button, Geoo noticed, looked magnificent. Too bad he
would have to shoot his arrow into itttttttttttttttttttttttttt...he
thought...the last coherent thought as Geoo had his belly meat plunged by
an arrow flung from Subzero's bow. Subzero relaxed and studied his
marksmanship. The arrow found itself right i
 nto Geoo's navel. "Oh my navel," Geoo yelped. He went to his knees,
dropping his bow but not his arrow. Subzero came over to him, dropping his
arrow and bow and picking up a fallen spear of the dead Man. Subzero nodded
his approval of his own work as he watched Geoo struggle with the arrow,
trying to stand. Geoo did get to stand, his penis evidently enjoying the
pain of steel tunneling in him. He held his arrow, not HIS, his dropped
finally. He had some errant thought that he could stick Subzero with it but
this fled him as soon as the drill like pain in him was
realized...fully. His penis was wet with pre cum. He stood to face
Subzero. Subzero smiled and took the end of the spear he held and jabbed it
onto the arrow shaft sticking out of Geoo. Geoo inched back but felt his
skin meshed as the arrow was hit. The arrow dug and dug and moved and
moved.

Geoo went numb and fell to his knees again, moving side to side and back
and forth. Using the spear tip on Geoo's chest but not digging in, Subzero
laughingly brought Geoo's upper body back over his legs and stretched him
out. This made the pain agonizingly sweet for Geoo. Then Subzero let the
spear fall and took both hands, climbed atop Geoo's upper and lower body
and pushed the arrow all the way in! Geoo felt the strong hands at his
navel circumference and spasmed. "What a way to go! Love ya!" He told
Subzero. Subzero watched as Geoo cam, Subzero simultaneously pulling off
Geoo's loin cloth. Geoo came up Subzero's ass as Subzero sat atop him,
rising and falling with Geoo's hips as the man died slowly.  Subzero got
off him after the last movement was obviously the last, "Die well, man, die
well, enjoy." He picked up his spear and went to join the continued fray.

Innout jumped over someone after kicking them down and then jumped with his
sword pointed down as he landed...it thudded into the belly of Loch Ravena,
cutting it in half, exposing steaming intestines...Loch saw this and yelled
but then stuck his hands right in the middle of
them...Ohhhhhhhhhharrrrrgghhh!

Blade was spear to sword with Zombiewoof. The two pushed against each
other. Each time another warrior came close, Zombiewoof would swing his
saber out, wounding HardAbs1 and Gutman39 this way but not killing
them. Blade has one of his famous daggers at his hip, ready in case he
could use it. Blade pushed hard but Zombiewoof didn't budge this time. He
was sweating and afraid he would be stuck in the back but the others were
giving the rest of the ten a hard time. Zombie turned to see but that was a
mistake. Blade had let up with the spear but now he forced it
forward. Zombie wasn't hit but only because he fell back...over a small
rock in the ground or a root...no one was sure which it was. He and Blade
had fought near the water and were now in the shallowest section. Blade
moved at Zombie with the spear but Zombie kicked the spear from his grasp
and it floated downstream. Blade was undaunted. He smiled and threw back
his head to clear his eyes of his long brown hair. He raise
 d his dagger from his hip and threw himself on Zombie, forcing the dagger
down. Zombie tried to move away but from behind him a jellyfish had
bit. Zombie knew he was dead. The dagger point met his nice navel and cut
into it. Blade was relentless and his whole body pressed on top of Zombie,
then was up, just the knees were holding Zombie down and the elbow on one
side. But that dagger. Zombie felt good and tingly down below and his lower
boy belly throbbed with excitement. His penis, although with water over it
now, rose against the colder water, hotter, heating it up. The dagger stuck
in and in and in and in and...the thing seemed like Blade was
fishing. "Die! Die now!" Blade made a show out of it.


Zombiewoof saw him and licked his chops, "Now, I...I..I aye aye, that
hurrrrrtsssss. Oh yeah! Yeah! Down in me more, boy! Indian boy! Kill me! Do
it! Yeah.....now I'll never finish FIVE FROM FAIRVIEW....shit....." He
jerked in the water and tried to bring his sword up but it fell
hopelessly. Blade stood up but was tackled by Loki who had fought off Traxx
and Alnilam nearby to get into the water. They didn't want to fight in the
water. Blood, cum, and Zombiewoof floated downriver. Zombie's belly button
looked like a blood blow hole, like a whale would have on its smooth
backside, only this was Zombie's smooth belly. Dead, yet quivering down
stream.


"We have a score to settle," Loki yelled as he and Blade rolled in the
rocks under the stream. Loki had a double sword with points on both
sides. He was trying to get Blade prone enough, to stand still enough, to
plunge it in. Blade was not complying. He had another dagger at his other
hip and drew it. Now two daggers were flying their way at Loki's ribs, both
engaged by Blade's hands. Loki didn't expect this and rolled off
Blade...into the water. Loki felt his ribs were hit. He was
bleeding. Nicked or cut bad, Blade couldn't tell. He wasn't waiting for
inspection.

Blade got up and looked, "Give me your spear!" He called to Traxx and
Alnilam. Traxx tossed it to him. Loki was hard under the water. Blade
dripped cum and water too. He gripped the spear as it flung to him and
looked down. He stood over where Loki fell, his body inching down to find
the right spot. His stomach rippled as he bent over and it looked like
Blade had three belly buttons but a fine stomach none the less. Something
joined it. Something that came from beneath the sea...the water sprang a
double sword with a rubber hand hold in the middle. The point found Blade's
rubber like bent abs and sank right in the real navel. When Loki got his
head above water, he could see that his point found the real navel as Blade
arched backward and slowly began his fall into the water. Loki and Blade
changed spots, changed positions as Loki stood and Blade fell ever so
slowly. Loki gripped the sword and stuck more. Then he got on the other
side of Blade...by his back and gripped. He pul
 led it all the way out. Blade swung himself side to side,

"Nooooooo!" He was defying the fall. So Loki shoved the double sword in
just over Blade's hip at the soft skin and dug deep until it came out his
other hip area, just above the hip! Loki let go but then looking down, he
found one of Blade's knives deep in his own navel. "Damned, how he do
that!" Loki got out and saw, weakened that Traxx had another spear and
Alnilam came forward as well. He fought them but his might gave and he fell
back. The two men shoved spears into him over and over. He was on his back
and tried to roll. They kept shoving spear on him, into his side and as he
rolled, one of them, he didn't know which one, shoved the spear along his
leg, the inside of his leg, rubbed it and let it slide all the way up to
his crotch. Once there, it bypassed the bursting lump in his pants and
drove into his lower boy belly, the lowest area of his intestines. Loki
gramuprumphed as it slid in. The other, drove his spear into Loki's upper
abs, cutting,slicing, and finally thrus
 ting DEEP. Loki huffed and rolled, ripping himself some more for his
enemies and for himself...he was enjoying his death...he cam a load
full...and died. The two men smiled and ran to join the rest of their team
in killing the other two...


They found something wild. Four muscled androids, one Oriental, one
Swedish, one Arabian, and one mulatto were there. Watching. Rm111 had lost
his swords but grabbed the spear of Ruinyrabs just as Ruin tried to gut
him. Rm111 turned the spear on Ruin and drove it in and out fast, "There! I
ruined your abs!" Rm111 also picked up a fallen spear of Davidski. Innout
found Davidski and rammed his swords both into the kid. David held his
belly and doubled up over it as Innout removed them.


"Sorry. My swords are not a support for you." Innout pulled them out and
watched.


David fell forward never to get up. His spear fell and that was when Rm111
picked it up. Innout hacked across the chests of three men, Traxx and
Alnilam who had just joined them, and the wounded Gutman 39. All three were
only wounded but fell back.


Subzero ran at Innout but Innout used his sword to knock up the spear in
the youth's hand. Then Innout grabbed it with one hand, dropping one
sword. He rammed the other sword full on in Subzero's ripe navel and
out. Subzero stared for a moment and then smiled, "Thank you." He
toppled. Innout grabbed up his fallen sword again.


Ruinyrabs arched his back up and held his hands down to try to keep his
belly intact and moved off, walking like a Zombie, step by step to keep it
all in. He failed. He fell. He split his innards and his seed all over. His
abs flexed as he died and bled some more.


Rm111 brought his spear against Gutman's and Gutman fell back. Rm111 wasn't
waiting and wasn't being careful. He lunged with his spear over Gutman's
spear and drove it into the body on the ground. Gutman squirmed but died
with the spear in his vitals. Rm111 retracted it and flung the spear at
Hardabs who was coming to help Gutman. Hardabs found he had to drop his
spear to hold the spear protruding out of him. He grabbed it and tried to
walk but fell, his navel ripping out as he fell for the spear found its
mark there--a wide affair now wider and as deep as it was wide. Rm111 was
having the time of his life.


Innout fought and killed in their belly buttons the remaining two: Traxx
and Alnilam. He was huffing, watching them die slowly on their backs and
torturing their buttons with the swords as they side by side when he heard
a scream. Innout removed both points from the navels of Traxx and Al, who
quivered in pain-pleasure. Rm111 was surrounded by four of the
androids. "Who the hell?"


Rm111's weapons were easily knocked down by the androids' arms!. Fuk was in
front, Mocka in back and the other two on the sides one each. "What the
hell do you want? You're not part of the club! You didn't...I didn't..."


Innout ran toward them but the Swedish android turned from Rm111's
side. Innout saw the Swede's knarly and knarled belly button outtie. It
grew. It grew flesh like from his navel, protruded out beyond belief. It
formed a sharp knife. Innout couldn't stop himself--he ran right onto it
without meaning to. It struck right in his navel and punctured right
through the navel wall. Innout's lower and upper belly; button met the
Swede's--it wasn't human--it couldn't be--but the flesh felt like a human.


Sabers from the bellies of the other three cut strategic points through
Rm111's sides and back and belly button. He felt a pinching pain inside
him, deep in him. In his guts. He yelled and yelled. He then ripped himself
off the sabers, "There! I showed you! I let my own navel free!"


"Not quite," I pulled myself back from the point I was on, "Look again,
Rm111!"


Rm111 didn't realize when he pulled free, he left his insides and part of
his outer left side on the sabers. They weren't with him anymore. They
dangled on the swords of the belly buttons of the men. Who came at him
again and hugged him--all three from the front--all three with saber belly
buttons finding the spot that used to house Rm111's navel. Intestines fell.


The Swede came up to me to hug me and I pulled back. What the hell. He was
cute. I embraced him, pushing at him. I felt his arms behind me gripping
me, rubbing my back and sides and feeling all my erogenous zones. But the
best one, my navel, was speared by his navel, a living thing inside me,
quivering, steel, strong, livid, lithe, and throbbing inside me. It drilled
me, the pain was unbearable but I willed myself to live, willed myself to
stay conscious so I could feel this wonder. My penis ran along his fab abs,
his worked out?--probably made by someone, something on this strange
world. I wouldn't die....My navel exited by back hole. Yes< I had a back
hole. I wanted to kill my navel myself but knew that this was better. The
Swede bent down, me stuck to him, my feet off the ground as he earlier had
rose up higher on his ankles, my feet off the ground! Damned hot! Hot dig!
Dig! Dig! Then he laid on top of me, the point digging down and finding
soil...


The games were over.

John was telling Thai, "It was not your fault. I can deactivate them now."
He did. The androids lost power. One toppled over me, keeping its navel in
me forever. I felt it go. I squirmed with that great point in me. Rm111 was
cut to shreds and his upper body fell over, dripping off his lower
body. His face was one of happiness, for I saw it in relation to my own. A
smile was etched on his face and his cut off penis was spraying the air.


Thai was crying, "They all dead now."


"Travel with me. I promise we will right these wrongs. I will never again
do this type of thing."


"Look," Thai found a computer coming on, "Look at this."


John read the readout on the newly alive screen, "My son....he was...he
used a different name but he was one of the ki...one of the kil...kids...he
was in this cult too. He wanted that guy to kill him in the sauna...he
didn't know who it would be or when but he must have liked it...."


Thai was sad, "You could not have known. Beside, you give them all what
they wanted."


"Let's go," John said, "I have had enough of this horror."


"Me too but what I call you?"


"Oh my last name? You don't have to know it. You can call me John."


"But who are you?"


"Oh, a doctor. I sometimes go by the last name of Smith."


"Smith, that not real name. You are Doctor...Doctor Who?"


As the time machine, TARDIS vanished, I could feel myself still alive, the
properties of the bee sting I received earlier---the bee gave me
immortality. I called, "Wait! Don't go! I'm here!" I was alive but pinned
under this studly blonde...probably forever with his navel saber stuck in
my navel, belly to belly...not a bad way to spend eternity....