Date: Sat, 23 Aug 2008 09:04:36 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  114

Stabbing a boyish belly, Pare wondered as he felt so good doing it. The
tingling of it was going up his sword from the boy's hard stomach. This one
was like stabbing a hard thick piece of meat and the belly all around the
navel was stressed but covering to resist the sword point, a futile
effort. Pare's arm tingled as the thrilling waves of pain and throbbling of
the boy belly traveled up the metal up to Pare's hand, wrist, forearm,
bicep where it thugged at him before moving on up to his shoulder and chest
where it reached his very heart and his heart felt glad. He stabbed this
thick stomach harder and the boy made appropriate accompanying sounds! It
was hard but it could not last. The belly button was like a pin cushion
center and he was sure pinning it! Pare felt like he was stabbing a rock
hard piece of meat and he was: one that was alive! At least for now. It had
gone well until the British officers Conway and Gordon had seen through the
deception and readied their swordsmen to attack, waiting. But as they
waited, they realized the natives had long, very long, unusually long
spears.

Dahl lead with the long spears and behind him was Mako, still hurting and
Pare tried to make him sit out this battle but the wounded beauty would not
hear of it, and Jenga. The long spears found their marks on the belly
buttons of many a swordsman wearing the British jackets, open at the belly
or for some open all the way. Some20Britishers did not wear any
jackets. But as the spears got to the British, they began to cut the points
off. The natives rushed in closer, spearing more and more of the crew. But
Pare had to flip, dropping his spear into the belly of a British youth, a
cabin boy who was blond and reminded him of someone. Pare flipped, holding
in his spearless hand, the sword he took from the British in the previous
skirmish/massacre of Polynesians. He flipped and landed in between swords
and spears. He held the spears of another with his free hand and instead of
the British youth in front of him cutting it off, it cut his navel
off. Pare swished it out of him fast and into the side of another British
man and it cut into him deep. Pare didn't wait, he let go of the spear and
grabbed the sword arm of another and stabbed him in the belly button and
pulled out. The man fell moaning and he died fast, something Pare was not
used to. Pare kept fighting like a madman, yelling and stabbing, lunging,
parrying thrusts, thrusting into another belly and another and another. As
the natives advanced, even their cut off spear heads caused some damage to
the bodies of the British colonists would be slave owners. Even cut off
ends of spears could rip into a body or in the very least knock the breath
out of one. Pare fought and many a Briton went down. But more and more
came. Soon, there were 20 swords pointed at Pare's neck!

"NOOO!"  Jenga flipped, having seen Par e do it a few times. He landed on
the swords and stamped them down. Using his free hand, Pare grabbed the arm
of another British man, stabbed him with his sword in his other hand.

As the man dropped his sword into the air and his load into his black
sailor pants, Pare caught the sword, "Jenga catch!"  And he threw it to
Jenga who caught it, stabbed a sailor in the belly, having to bend down to
avoid being hit in the neck by his victim's sword swing, and who rose up
proudly to stab another.

"Damn them!"  Conway moved forward, "It's up to us now!"


"Ahh about time, the leaders of the pack!"  Pare said. Gordon and Conway
both moved at Pare, along with the remainders of their crew, about 16 men
now!

Jenga threw himself into their midst and stuck the belly of two, who were
surprised immediately by this. Two others took to sword fighting with Jenga
and he was outmatched.  Dahl stretched his spear into the belly of one of
them but the other was pressing Jenga badly. "Damn them!"  Dahl stabbed
another and removed Kala's sword from his loin cloth, "C'ummin!"  And he
was. He threw himself at Jenga's opponent and stabbed him with the knife in
his right hand, the opponent readying to fight the sword in Dahl's left
hand. Dahl had to threw his own left hand back to avoid the sword lunge and
swipe. The stone k nife buried deep in his stomach, this sailor was no
longer a threat.

Pare was fighting the swords off. First Conway, then Gordon, then about 14
more sailors. He was sweating all over. The other natives moved forward and
stabbed five more. But more sailors, from the ship came running. Dahl and
Jenga were soon sword fighting about 22 more men! Spears thrust from the
natives stabbed many of these before they could out tire the two boys but
Pare was fighting many. Dahl turned to thank his men as a long spear plowed
into the belly of a British 6 foot man's belly, "Right in the birth cord!
Nice! Thank you!"  He turned and was able to block the sword of another man
but the man used a knife of his own and cut his wrist, making him drop his
stone knife and then he started to hammer on Dahl's sword. Jenga plunged a
sword into a cabin boy's navel and unplugged him and the boy went down,
staring at Jenga as if to thank him for the feeling. "Die white boy!"
Jenga turned and stabbed his sword into another but a better swordsman came
forward and met Jenga's sword. Jenga was soon pushed backward and he fell
onto his knees. He closed his eyes waiting for the sword hit to his chest
but the long spear of Mako reached into his would be slayer and ploughed in
and out of the thick body. The man jerked.

He yelled, "NOOOOOOO!"

Jenga laughed and took the man's sword, "Yes!"
  Jenga cut off another one's head as that one rushed at him, another fresh
one from the submarine. Another rushed him but a spear caught that one on
the belly and the British man puffed his stomach out. The native stabbing
him pushed but the man laughed. "Think you can live on that?"  Jenga
laughed as he cut the arm off another rushing sailor.

"I can slay the one slaying me!"  The British man on the long spear pulled
himself along it, jabbing himself in the belly with it some more but more
like jabbing his insides since his belly was already run through and
punctured. The man slid along it in an effort to reach the boy slaying
him. The boy had his head down as he pushed, a full energy endeavor, since
this man's belly was so thick and muscled. The man stopped a bit but then
with both hands on the shaft, began anew his walk to his doom and the doom
of his boy killer. Boy slayer. The man reached the boy and put both hands
on the kid's neck but the kid jerked the spear that was hanging out the
man's back and they both jerked. The kid was being choked but the man let
go to sway his arms around. The kid took out a knife but the man grabbed
it, and flung both hands on top of it. He plunged it into the kid's big
outtie navel and got him dead center. "Got ya dead center! Die slayer of
mine!"  The boy fell and the big man fell on top of him, both with
their20navels the entrances of their deaths just as it was once a life
cord.


Mako looked at them as they fell but he had to keep spearing other British
men who were on Pare and Jenga. Mako aimed at Pare's attackers first, then
Jenga's. Pare seemed to be killing all around him. Gordon rushed Pare,
yelling a war cry, a victory cry that was premature. Pare stabbed him,
turning from butchering the belly of Conway, to let Gordon just rush right
into the point. Gordon ran and ran right into Pare's front.  His dick hit
Pare's and exploded out of his pants, which ripped from the pressure of his
penis and the wear and tear of long use. But it was the pain in the navel
that made him explode out and the pressure of hitting this Latin hottie's
body. Hard and lithe, smooth and light weight. Lean and nice. Pretty
boy. Pretty death pain. Navel hot and burning as Pare shoved and then
wiggled and swiggled. Pare was up in Gordon's manly face, "You hot but not
my type! Feel that and enjoy!"  Pare pulled out and saw Mako's spear stab a
British behind him,.and another spear point from another native stabbed a
British to the side of him and the dying Gordon. Gordon spluttered all his
cum as Pare pushed him away into another sailor, who fell and got his side
stabbed by a long spear. Then his navel got it as he tried to twist out
from under the dying Gordon. The hard ass muscles of Gordon rubbed against
his lower belly and his
 navel, before and after this one got stabbed. It was all so hot to the two
of them and the dark natives sticking and poking them. Another British
swordsman fell over, fighting Jenga and as Jenga engaged another British
man, a long spear jabbed that one where his leg met his lower belly and
finally in his navel after rubbing slowly, ever so slowly rubbing
titillatingly along his leg up so that the point just touched the leg and
the lower belly and up until it got to the navel and then the native boy,
in his joy and savagery, then jabbed it in as hard as he could with a gruff
echo of a grunt issuing forth from the very low of his own belly. A sound
that took all his air out his belly and throat and nose! Snorting. Huffing,
letting it out his mouth more. As was the guy on the ground.

Conway, although stabbed, fought Pare with what amounted to 15 more
sailors. Dahl was exhausted, fighting the excellent swordsman, who stopped
hitting his sword, "You are good for a swine, pagan, godless..."

Dahl huffed and caught his breath, "Who said I have no god?"

The sailor smacked his sword at Dahl's face but Dahl ducked and tried to
stab the sailor but the sailor smacked his sword again. Another sailor
joined and began buckling at Dahl. "Pare, help!"

Pare stabbed Conway's belly and then the other sailor next to him. "Sorry,
Dahl, this is one battle where it's every man for hims elf!"

Dahl took the full force of two swords right into his navel and he
bent. "OHHHHHHH!"

"Take it like a man!"

"You are taking it good!"

"You are a man."




Dahl wasn't sure who said these things. Pare? Jenga? The British swordsman
who pushed him so long or the new cummer. He felt hot spunk shooting on his
legs and his shoulders as he bent with the swords which were so deeply
embedded in him he felt them as part of himself. He didn't feel the pain
right away. He took it. He made it part of his awareness of
body. "Ughnnghg! Unga!"

"A healthy hot boy!"

"He dies well!"  Laughing.

Stunned, Dahl bent down but looked up and looked at the faces of his
slayers. "I do die well. And well it is. I like it well."  He tore off his
own loin cloth and as the swords found their way with his innards, chunking
in deeper in his middle meat, lean and solid, he grabbed his sides. His
dick pumped ready and fired a long volley shot of cum over the heads of the
two British men. One said, "Don't waste it!"

"Open mouth!"

"Die!"

"Die!"

"Die!"

Dahl fell back but tottered on forward on his knees. He didn't know where
to put his hands. Th e two British men stabbing him were fools. They kept
their swords in him too long. Two long spears jutted in and met their
bellybuttons, stabbing them over Dahl's dying belly and body. The British
men reacted by stiffening their bodies and widening their eyes.

Pare stabbed all around him, a towering building of bodies. British
quivering and moaning and finally stillness and no sounds. He yelled a
victory cry, "Try N kill me willya! I'm an American colonist!"  He laughed,
"Jenga!"  He ran over to Jenga and stabbed the remaining few sailors there,
easily outmaneuvering them.

Jenga collapsed on Pare's front, "Thank you. I...I couldn't have held out
much longer!"

"They're all dead..."  Mako let go of the end of his spear and it wobbled
on its own...no, not really, the wobbling was from the throbbing of a dying
pale British belly moving in its last moments of life as the body it was
attached to (not fully, not fully attached any more since it was ripped
into it and some bits fell and spilled out) quivered, shook, and slowly,
ever so slowly died and the motion lifted from it. Mako ran past similar
bodies and spears in them. Some natives were grinning from ear to ear as
they kept their spears in the bodies they stabbed to make sure the bodies
were dead and not just dying. Some poked and poked and piked and spiked
until they just knew no living flesh could outlive that pain and those
wounds! And there were laughs and victory cries around the dying rattles
and death moans and the victory sounds outlived the death cries.




"Including him!"  Pare ran to Dahl, grabbed the spears in the British
slayers of the youth and tore the ends out of the hands of the native boys
who had the spears leveled in them and he shoved the spears backward behind
him, as the British men were behind him now, he between them and Dahl. The
British men echoed their last grunts and screams and fell back, holding the
spears embedded in their guts and kicking. One had his leg go up,
paralleling the spear in him. One tried to get his legs around the spear to
pull it out. Grunting he tried. Then they too were still.

"You could have helped me," Dahl gasped, "I tried to help you..."

"Dahl, I'm sorry."  Pare leaned to his side. "But you have to learn to fare
for yourself...or not."

"Or die," Dahl said as he huffed and died.

"So be it," Pare said, "A nice piece of ass though."

"You are so...."

"What?"

Mako looked at him, "Cold."

"I guess I am."

Jenga smiled, "I like it."

To Mako, Jenga said, "I like him.

Jenga looked at Pare, "I like you."  =0 A Back to Mako, Jenga said, "And
you too!"

Mako looked down at Jenga's still elongated, uncut dick, "And I can see
THAT."

Jenga asked, "What?"

"That! That thang!"

"Now I need that sub and there must be some still on board that sub."

Jenga raised a bloody sword, "Let's kill them dead!"

"No!"  Pare said, "I need em. I need em to sail me to the mainland. Unless
you dudes know how to work that metal monster?"

Silence.

"That's what I thought."




Taking the sub was easy. Pare just used another British jacket and was real
close to the sub. He couldn't wait long because if he did, he was sure that
the survivors would just leave in the sub. If it weren't for Sole and Aoi
waiting for him on the mainland, he wouldn't have minded. Wouldn't have
minded staying here. It would be a paradise once these pale ones
leave. Getting close, the watching British man suspected something real
soon. How could he not?

Pare ran to the man, who tried to throw one of the bayonets in a pathetic
attempt to kill Pare. Pare came up to him, "Look, listen, I don't want to
fight. I just want you to take me to the mainland."

"Get stuffed!"

"I will, get stuffed British boy---you!"  Pare ran to him and th e man took
out his sword. Pare laughed and ducked from the swing. He countered, "Look,
listen! Man, all your men are dead. I personally..."  He parried and then
swung himself, "...kilt your captain and his second in command!"

The man looked and then backed up, "You....?"

"Huh uh," Pare said in a boyish voice. "So please, just take me to the
mainland. That's all I want. I will let you live and all."

"You'll...?"  The man looked at him, "let me....what? Live?"

"Yeah," Pare nodded, waving his sword like a toothpick, "So whaddyasay?"

"I guess....no one else is alive?"

"Just us natives."

"And the three men inside."

"What's your name?"

"Andy"

"Well, Andy, do you think they will take me?"

"I don't know...I'll go ask them..."

Pare shook his head, "Nooo, I can't let you go, you see, unless I go with
you."

"What?"  The man looked at him, "You...yo're just a kid."




"Maybe but I'm a kid that just killed half your crew. And the other half
were killed by them."  Pare pointed as the natives slowly came toward him
and the sub area. At swor d point, Andy led Pare down the hatch. Pare had
his sword pointed at Andy's jacketed back, right between his shoulder
blades. The other three guys didn't take it too easily. They tried to get
up but Pare swiped his sword in front of each one that tried. They were
Harry, Gesmel, and Oscar. To Pare, they all looked the same and not one of
the three of them looked hot. But Pare didn't care. He tried to get through
to them. Jenga and Mako came into the sub too and they held swords they
took off the dead crewmates of the three sub men. They helped Pare force
the men to take the sub out. Pare called on 15 other native men who wanted
to go with us, filled with a sense of adventure and excitement.

About three days later, the sub surfaced and Pare, Harry, and two native
boys came up to the hatch and stood outside, looking at the water. "It's
nice."

The native boys looked at each other, glad for some new air.

Harry looked at Pare, "Is this the first time you've been on a submarine,
boy?"

Pare turned, "Uh? Oh, oh no. I"ve been on lots of submarine boys, it's the
actual sub that I never even stepped foot on."

Harry nodded, smoking a cigar, "It's what I meant, kid."

"Oh, oh, yeah, sure, no."

"There, that what you are looking for?"  Harry pointed with t he cigar,
taking it out of his mouth.

"The mainland, it's so close!"  Pare said, the thrill of fresh air hitting
him as well as the feeling of a lite soft sea water spray.

"Yes, that's it, all right."

"What will you do when we set foot on land again, Harry?"

"I don't know. You killed all my other comrades but those three."  Harry
laughed, "Gotta hand it to you, kid, you may be a little shit but you at
least know how to fight."

"And you may be a chunky, unlikable, ugly pot faced oldster but somehow I
think we've got to reach an understanding."

"Yeah, 18 of you and only 4 of us," Harry laughed, continuing to smoke on
the cigar.



Suddenly, without warning, seven forms sprang from the water surface. They
wore black leather thongs, tight, so much so that they looked like dental
floss. On their upper bodies, they wore a black mesh short cut top that
looked like a net and was ripped around the fringed bottom. They had
strange fin like markings on both arms and both legs. Their feet were bare
but finned, naturally. Their bodies were hot, muscled, tender and slender
but more like a dolphins rubbery look combined with a shark's tough
hide. They had green eyes, all of them and their skin was light
blue-ish. All of them had abs that
 were unbelievable, ten packs and their hands were finned also and in those
hands were one pitchfork trident each and all of them carried swords in
their other hand.  One landed right on the observation deck, in front of
Pare and opened his mouth. A noxious green gas came from his mouth and Pare
fainted. The sea man/boy caught Pare and jumped over the rails with him as
Harry was similarly approached by another. But Harry used this moment to
grab the spear that one of the native boys had and stick it deep in the
already very deep two inner inch innie bellybutton of the shark/dolphin boy
in front of him. He laughed but then he looked up, his cigar falling from
his astonished and wide open mouth. The boy just looked at him, his hair
jet black like all the others. The boy put his sword into Harry's big
chunky belly and then used the staff of his pitchfork to knock Harry over
the rail, "Take him, he will make good eating!"

The other native boy leveled his spear too but was easily stabbed in his
gut as he tried to swing his spear around the boy's sword. The shark boy
winged his sword too...next to the spear and the native boy was poked in
the belly, from below on high by the spear and secondly, from on high onto
low by the sword. The other native boy, no weapon in his hands now, was
knocked out by the gas from the next shark boy.

A parade of shark/dolphin men walked right down the hatch toward the rest
of the crew ...while Pare was taken underwater by his abductor...deeper and
deeper, and further away from the shore, Pare's lungs soon filled with
water...

TO BE CONTINUED...