Date: Mon, 08 Sep 2008 18:06:38 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  121

A cabin door burst open. Those calling themselves Trio plunged through. A
sword found a belly button.  A knife found intestines. A spear found
breastbone. More plunging. No man was safe. Any male over the age of 11 was
not safe. Women were safe. Youngins under 12 were safe. No one else. And so
it went from town to town, Trio rushed in, took over, left some alive, kept
others in fear for weeks, even a month or so, and then when bored with that
town or area, they slew all the males, sometimes leaving only a few
alive. Older men were also safe. Trio didn't kill anyone over 60 unless
they were some brave aging warrior trying to prove they still had
it. Against Trio no one over 60 ever "still had it" and a few went down to
death at Trio's points. Big outtie navels were made to pop inside. Innies
were twisted to become a sadistic new outtie. Tubing inside male bodies
were undone and ploughed out.

Horses raced along a path, a dirt path, the young riders had huge tattos on
their big musled arms. Laughing, the teens and young 20something year olds
raced their horses from a desert into a market town crowded with people. In
this alley of small shops, open stores, and tables where traders traded,
sold goods and supplies, there were dozens of people on foot infront of
each store. Women, children, and men, mostly old men. There were also older
women but as anyone knows this dimension was mostly occupied by young men,
teens, and warriors, fewer women, girls, and very young children. Those
were the minorities. The dirt streets were filled with people near every
corner. There were also horses, donkeys, and mules, some carrying supplies
and clothing, some carrying children, some carrying the elderly. It was at
the mass that the young racing teens were headed. There were two teens who
did not stop. The others called from their horses, who reared up at the
outskirts of the town, urging on their leaders. "Go Chaney! GO! You got em
now!"

"C'mon! Show em the stuff your horse is made of! C'MON Lei High! Do it!"

And more of that nonsense.

Pare, Sole, and Aoi tramped over a desert hill where some trees
sprouted. Puffing. "I hear trouble."

"Aoi, trouble is our middle name."

"Sole, look!"  Pare pointed, "Those people, they're right in the path of
those two idiots!"

"No time to warn em!"  Sole crouched down and for a second both Aoi and
Pare thought the blond stud was just taking a break to relax, leaving the
people to be trampled by the horse riding leaders of the two racing
gangs. Both teens on horseback looked a bit older than each of
Trio. Probably 19 or maybe even not teens at all but in their early
20s. They had slight goatees on chin, dyed black hair pulled back, in small
ribbons. Streaming in the wind. But Sole had done this20just to jump. And
jump he did.




"We're not back from Snowland two seconds before we get into the thick of
things!"  Aoi rolled his eyes and followed Sole, flying through the air in
a jump he learned from the Karate Master and from Cheng. Their styles had
differed greatly, however, each grew on the other and made Aoi virtually
able to spring like a cat or like the old BIONIC MAN and WOMAN on those
1970s TV Shows.

"Yeah, I know!"  Pare laughed, "Isn't it wonderful!"  He followed also. His
jump was more a straight fling up into the air and he created a pose as
though he were being crucified on a cross, looking more like a POWER RANGER
than the SIX MILLION DOLLAR MAN.

Leigh High was approaching the crowd, the quick eyed among them moving away
as they spotted the horse racers. Pack mules, horses and donkeys reared and
made awful sounds, moving as they could to let the racer and their two
young but solid horses through. The faster in the crowd were already safe
but there were a small group of children and old people about to get
trampled. Sole's scream was kind of macho and girlie as the same time, kind
of warrior and fem, hero and slayer. He buckled his body so that his arms
outwardly stretched first at the rider known as Leigh Hi and he flung him
off his horse. The horse kept going and the rider fallen, gasped, "What are
you doing, you stupid fool!"


At the same time, Aoi landed feet first on the other rider, Chaney and
brought him down, scissoring his legs around the solid older male. Chaney
yelped and then shook himself free, Aoi letting him. Aoi also heard the
sound that amused him most: that of a sword being drawn from a
scabbard. Aoi made his own sound and crossed swords immediately with
Chaney. "You stupid intefering..."

Aoi clanged his sword at the bigger male. As Sole grabbed the arm of Leigh
High as Leigh High took out two knives. Sole grabbed the left arm and the
right wrist of the man and twisted them, moving under so that his back was
to the man. He then backkicked his foot into the man's left knee, brought
that foot down, and repeated the move with the other foot into the other
knee. As Leigh High went down and back, Sole turned back to face him, now
with the knives in his hands, the knives he just took from Leigh High.

While this happened, Pare landed directly between both enrushing horses
which came right at the group of children, elderly, and mothers. The people
safely behind him, he blocked the horses from them but the animals looked
mean and big. "WHOA!"  Pare put his hands out as though he were on a cross
and he felt, truth be known, like a god. He put his hands out and touched
both horse necks and gave a little smack, "WHOA! WHOA!"  Both sets of horse
eyes looked at Pare and Pare bowed his head. The horses stopped short and
brought up a cloud of smoke from the ground. Pare nodded to them and
smiled, "Good boys! Good boys!"  He peered under their necks to see their
balls, "You...you...you are boys, aren't ya?"

"Come on give it up!"  Sole said, two knives in his hands. "You're out
classed."

By now the other racers came to watch. They did not get off their
horses. Aoi pointed a sword at them, "If you know what's good for you boys,
you'll stay where you are!"  As he did this, Chaney, rushed him with a
gleeful, "HA!"  coming from him. The anticipation of killing this Asian was
felt in his loins just as Aoi felt the battle fill his penis to
overflowing. Chaney, with his victory assured, rushed in with his laugh,
sword pointed at Aoi's chest. Aoi sidestepped at the same time that he
moved his sword back and low...result: Chaney ran onto it, piercing his own
belly button on the held out sword. A slip of the wrist and Aoi make meat
rip in Chaney's belly. Aoi now stepped back infront from the side, "I
prefer not to butcher from the sidelines..."

The other gang members looked in shock. Chaney gasped, "No one can make me
account! My name is Chaney."

"Are you a Dick?"  Aoi wondered. "I gotcha either way! You been a bad
boy...hurting people in your own town, I gather."


"But I'm beyond reproach! You...you just a kid..."

"And what I think I just hit was your kid...ney!"  Aoi shoved the sword
sideways and split Chaney's guts and the racer's upper half just fell off
his lower half.

Aoi shook off the mess from his sword, "Tut tutting" away.

Pare turned to the children he just saved and found them backing away along
with the old people and parents who scooped them up in fear. "It's okay,
you're safe now," he said before he realized they were moving away, "In
fact they'll give you pony rides now, they are so safe... hey..."  He waved
to them, "What the fuck?"

"Language!" A woman called out, "The children!"

"Oh, shit---sorry!"

"Don't you know who we are?"  Sole asked, "If you did..."

"Don't you know who we are?"  Leigh High asked.

"I don't care!"  Sole came at Leigh High, "I'm about to know you from the
inside out! If'n you don't get outta here!"

"I don't think so!"  Extremely cocky.



Reaching down toward his boot, Leigh High pulled a foil that was wrapped
around it at the top near the ankle. He waved it so that it came out fully
as a fencing foil. He swung it at Sole quickly, a swipe cutting Sole's
chest but as he moved. Sole pulled away and noticed the handle of the foil
being a decorative button from the rider's boot. Sole sustained a thin red
line of blood across his chest above his nipples from one side to the
other. Leigh High smiled but then dropped his smile as he saw Sole look
undaunted, not even noticing his cut, in fact, this made Sole seem more
powerful, more puffed up in body, and Sole's dick exploded as he came at
Leigh High, used one arm to block the foil arm and with the free hand
ploughed the knife into Leigh High's ample belly. It was not defined a
great deal but it had some weight to it and some peach fuzz. "How'd you
like it right in the belly!"