Date: Tue, 24 Jun 2008 08:44:03 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  49

Last time as you recall, deep in the desert of the land of Violenza, Sole,
Pare, and Aoi, known collectively as Trio, faced down an almost infinite
number of exotic Egyptian warriors of all sizes and body types. Defending a
pyramid which contained the bizarre
werewolf-mummy-witch-zombie-vampire-warlock boy known only as Matre, Trio
realized they were outnumbered more than ever before...and...

Matre closed his eyes and sat on top of the crypt lid. He sat on cross
legged. He waved his right hand and chanted an incantation. He began to
sweat but as he waved his hand, a huge stone uplifted its way from the
desert floor, dropping sand as it went. The stone landed in front of the
hole to the pyramid. Matre passed out, backwards, from the exertion.

Trio was busy.  The Egyptian army charged at them in one loud roar, the
combined screams of thousands. Pare smiled. Sole looked at them. Aoi bit
his lip and took up his battle stance. "This is the life," Pare yelled.

"And our death," Aoi pouted. The first to charged found their belly button
areas mutilated at a fantastic speed. These poor unfortunates could merely
stand and watch as their buttons were ripped into themselves or out of
their flesh. Others in the first attack found hard cold metal growing warm
on their inner juices as Trio moved spear, knife, and sword around in them.

Not alone, a brave boy behind the first wave of attack, ignored his dying
comrade, who just stood there and looked at his own guts in his hands, his
own weapons down. Metal retracted from his belly and went on to kill
others. The brave boy just snickered and knew he would not end up the same
as this lowly warrior, who turned and looked at him. His eyes met the
others' and a look for help occurred. The brave boy nodded that he
wouldn't...couldn't...and didn't even desire to help him. The look in the
dying boy's eyes turned to one of terror of dying and then became
unstaring, unmoving. Dead on his feet. Someone else, a third warrior,
knocked him out of the way. The first wave was already down, all of them
down. Some were ontop of the others, some face down and some struggling to
get up...to no avail. Hands were on the bodies underneath, trying to push
up and stand. Only to have his face fall down as his neck lowers it. Down
into the breast of the guy dying under him.

Another lean and short guy was on his back, laying on a guy's back who was
under him trying to get up also. Trouble the warrior under him had his
butchered belly was sticking to the desert ground beneath him. The short
guy tried to kick himself up but one of his own comrades stabbed him to
keep him out of his way. "Stay down! Ha!"


"Offff!"  That warrior passed out, flat on the warrior under him who was
sticking to the ground. A third warrior draped over them, face down, belly
over belly, bloody belly button leftovers meeting in a mesh of
flesh. Before they died, their torsos rubbed up and down against each other
in an orgastic shudder and shudder and shiver and shiver. Things popped in
their cloths and dicks pressed against each other and then just hung
silent, unfilling....yet somehow still feeling. Electric elation and a
pressing feeling in the circumference of the belly button tunnel, the sides
cut and the back hole totally obliterated.

Trio moved faster than ever before. Slashing, hacking, stabbing, thrusting,
meeting sword against sword, spear against spear and knife against knife. A
large pile of bodies started to accumulate in a perimeter around Trio. The
current warrior up against Aoi had long braided black hair and strange make
up around his eyes, yellow stripes, blue stripes ovaled around them. Only a
white loin cloth and two long thin swords. Lean and clear muscles but
little body. Big outtie belly button on top and deep innie on bottom of his
button. "Soon you won't be able to move! There's a strong blockade of
bodies around you and your friends!"

Aoi swung his swords both ways and the makeup eyes warrior met his swords
with each blow. "Oh this," Aoi puffed, "We're used to this!"  A body fell
between them, his stomach still holding the sword point of Pare's sword in
it. The sword vanished, pulled out. The make up dude watched it go. His
eyes were wide. Then Aoi's sword point went into his outtie part of his
navel. Then the other sword Aoi held whipped into his lower belly button
and found its deep roots. "Hey, get used to THIS!"  Aoi crisscrossed the
swords and made the button turn in on itself and out on itself. "Later! No
time for you any more!"  The braids flew up as the warrior flew down to his
cummy death. Aoi turned and cut off two heads of two more warriors. Another
came running at him as he did this. Aoi held out his arm and in his hand on
that arm was his sword and the warrior ran straight onto it and started to
fight, not knowing he was already dead by his own run. With the other arm
held out straight behind him, Aoi sworded the warrior that snuck between
his back the pyramid. This second guy also ran onto his sword but as Aoi
moved back a bit, the sword bit deeper into this one's eye lid like belly
button. "The eye is closed bud!"  Aoi turned to see that this was the only
one behind him. Then he pulled his blade out of the guy in front of him
that was leaning on it, belly first. The two he just stabbed felt their
dicks rise and pre cum but before their penises could explode, they fell
and died. Too quick to explode their joyness over their own smooth dark
skin.

A big muscled short warrior tried to sneak behind Pare too but he spun and
cut a deep long slice across the guy's upper abs...and the shallow round
flat button was far up there. He spun and spun and so did the guy that he
just sliced. The guy fell into a heap of moaning crying as he died
slowly. Pare spun and as he did, his sword and knife took out warriors too
close to him. Others moved back, smartly knowing they would die if they
did. As Pare spun past his victims, they died anyway, their guts cut out of
them as they tried to retreat by backing away. One guy bent backward, his
stomach muscles tight and taut but his button was soon housing Pare's
sword. He gulped and swallowed but he knew that somehow, this metal in his
button was always meant to be there, always supposed to be there. As if his
navel hole and shallow tunnel--almost not there---was made for this fit. He
wanted it to remain there forever but of course, Pare pulled it out and he
spun. The guy grabbed his own pancake button, dropping his pole axe and
long curved sword. Pare kicked the sword and it flew into the button of a
bigger warrior and the pole axe he used his knee on to fling it into the
chest of yet another warrior. Pare spun again and knived others with his
knife and sword but he had to stop as he found his knife was stuck deep
into the large oval button of a huge Rock like warrior, who was buff beyond
belief. "Gimmethat back you belly button hog!"  This guy had a big navel
for sure but inside it was tight muscle that held the knife.


"Get him while he's incapacitated!"  A warrior ran at Pare but Pare held up
his sword and impaled the guy's curved in stomach. The guy stretched on it
as if he were yawning. "Feels good stretchin out like this! AHHHHH!"  Pare
cut the guy's belly but kept it moving in and then he whipped it back out
quickly and into another guy to that one's side just near his hip and
moving it, found that one's bellybutton too. He swiveled his wrist to cut
up the button all round and jerked it out fast. Bodies fell all around
Pare. Legs kicked in a massive swarm of legs and arms, thick muscles, open
drooling mouths, shutting eyes, open eyes stuck that way.

A line of warriors with shields moved up at Aoi and Sole. They were in a
line side by side, shoulder to shoulder.  As one came up to Aoi, Aoi slid
his sword along the side of the shield and curved it under the shield. He
heard it grind against the bottom of the shield and he shoved, feeling the
soft belly gutted by his hand, hand he grew proud of.  The guys next to the
one he killed were sticking their swords at Aoi and a few nicked his hip
area but made only superficial cuts as they could not get close enough to
drive swords home deeper. Aoi felt enraged that he would be cut but as he
wiggled his sword out of the guy infront of him, watching as guy and shield
sank down before him, he realized that the small wounds were the least of
his worries now. Many swords pointed at him. He used his knee to pop up the
shield to divert some of the swords. He used a sword in his left hand to
deflect three other swords. In his right hand, he held another sword now
and he shoved it right out into the shield of another guy and the sword
went through the sheild and into the bellybutton of the tall muscle man
behind it. The guy, thinking he still had the upper hand instead of knowing
he had the lower button cut, moved in and smirked, "Now you face the
wrath..."

"And now your button is defaced and you have the wreath around your navel
ridge, fucker!"  Aoi cut it in a swivel and pulled out but it stuck. The
tall one, the shield and the sword were all one now. Aoi let go of the hilt
and kicked it with his left foot, avoiding the stabs of men on his left
side. His left hand used the sword in it to stab across the bellies of
three warriors there, all of them tall but now all of them with open
bellies, buttons dangling out intestines. They stumbled away silently. Aoi
swung again and cut out the guts of five more, much smaller warrior boys,
probably sons of the tall ones. Someone thought the best move to put on him
was to jump him from behind and this small warrior landed on Aoi's bare,
muscled back. Aoi turned him, putting the guy's back between him and a
spear that was thrown.

"Watch out for the spears!"  Pare yelled as a spear was thrown. A line of
spears followed.

The guy on Aoi's back had his own back impregnated with a spear. Aoi flung
the guy off and the guy landed on his back...spear end first. The point
plowed through his back and out his belly button. The back of his head was
down on the ground. "Oh man, I gotto to see this!"  Gathering up his waning
power, he pulled his head up on his neck muscles and his shoulders lifted
somewhat. He stared down at the spear point protruding up out of his navel,
tangled in his guts and belly button flesh, straining to
see. "OhHH!Gaarhhhh!"  His head fell back down. His hips jerked up and his
orgasmed.


Sole had his spear full of bodies. One after another with shields rammed at
him but he turned as he stabbed one after another, that line shoulder by
shoulder was soon squashed dick to bare back as Sole moved so fast that he
sheeshkabobbed them on the spear. It became heavy so he let it go and the
line of warriors all fell. Sole grabbed the shield of a warrior he
missed. The warrior looked shocked that Sole did so. In his other hand,
Sole whipped up a knife from his bare side, out of his loin cloth. It felt
good sliding up out of his lower quarters. He dipped the knife into the
curvaceous and lined torso of the former shield holder. The shield holder's
head jerked back, long braids coming forward as he head flew backward. His
body crumbled as the knife was removed. Sole grabbed the shield and turned
it around. The other side had a long point that the holder used to hang
onto it. Not practical. From a rock, another warrior jumped right at
Sole. Sole quickly turned the shield, point out so that the warrior fell
right onto the point area, his body pinned inside the shield curve, his
chest impaled by the point. Sole let the diver fall with the shield and he
caught a spear that flew his way.

He heard Pare at this point yell, "Watch out for the spears!"  Sole turned
and saw Aoi killing one after another warrior, big, short, tall, skinny,
fat, muscled. One after another went down, two at a time, sometimes three,
four or five at once. Aoi was hardly able to be seen as he moved fast as
lightning.

Spears flew. Kids shot arrows, ribs sticking out, belly buttons of all
sorts on display. Sole hit the spears with his spear while Aoi turned his
sword to hit the arrows. Arrows landed spot center in belly buttons of
those who tossed the spears. A whole crowd of boys with arrows in their
guts started to slump.

"Oh my navel!"

"Deep! Pull it out! Pull it out!"

"No, it'll cause more agggggarghhdamagedamn!!!"

"Oh that's the best thing I ever, ever, everrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggrrr!"

At the same time, the arrow boys found long spears embedded in their lower
bellies, buttons gone to the wind. Spearboys getting the arrows in them and
aarrow boys getting the spears. Aoi smiled. "Ironic isn't it?"

"Watch out, you! Some more!"  Sole yelled.

Pare was surrounded so he spun and held out his swords. All around his
perimeter warriors of every sort found bits of his belly, usually in the
button area, gutted out as Pare spun like a tornado. Many fell back into
others.

Sole deflected some more spears into other warriors. He ran at the spear
boy line and speared down two guys at once by herding one stuck belly into
another. They were weaponless. Aoi saw a row of boys run out of arrows so
he ran at them and quickly sworded their guts out their backs. Another saw
this and came running at him with two long swords, thin and curved. "Have
you no honor!"  He yelled at Aoi.

"No!" Aoi stood his ground and used his swords to deflect the curved ones,
"No!"


Before he knew it, the holder of the curved swords had Aoi's two swords in
his button. "Ohhhh," the kid said as he tried to stay on his feet. Aoi
twisted both swords and spun them slowly. Then he took one out and left one
in. He spun and stabbed a large dark warrior about to stab him in the back.

"Can't keep this up for long," Pare stopped twirling and saw a kid wide
eyed and frightened that he was in front of Pare. "Don't worry," Pare
stabbed the kid's LARGE outtie belly button and plunged his sword in. His
right elbow moved in as his right hand held the sword in the kid as the kid
shivered, "It won't take long to do you."  Pare looked down past his wrist
and to his dick, "That I can keep up for very long. Especially killing
gorgeous cuties like you!"

The kid shut his eyes and landed his mouth on Pare's bare shoulder. Pare
smiled and shoved. He turned and saw ten warriors coming at him.

Elsewhere in the crowd of warriors, a small bony kid began hurling a series
of long thin javelins.

A long one flew into one of the ten coming at Pare, "Ooooffff!"

Another was hit as well, "Oaffff!"

Sheathing his swords, Pare grabbed a thin one from the air and used it to
hit down a ring of 15 more warriors. The remainder of ten (nine now) were
still coming but they slowed as they feared getting hit by javelins. The 15
on the ground were not hurt badly but Pare ran the spear in a ring around,
to each one and poked and poked and poked until all of them were stabbed
fatally. As they died in moaning and groaning pain, each one being turned
on by the sounds of their fellows dying and of battle going on around them,
clanging swords and the breathless exuberant huffs of winners and
losers....they were turned on. Dicks rose and became unbound.

Using the spear, Pare stabbed the entire fallen ring of warriors and killed
them all. He then stabbed it into a large thick muscle warrior, one of the
nine, and this man could hardly move. Pare ploughed it through him into
another behind. The two fell, pinned together, belly to bare back.

The remaining seven moved at Pare, who had to take his swords out but as
one came closer to him, he realized he couldn't. A javelin hit this slender
dark Egyptian square into his belly button and the kid jerked forward, Pare
grabbing the spear. Pare looked at the dying one but called out to the
javelin thrower, "Say thank you!"  He ripped the javelin out.

The javelin thrower was angered, "THANK YOU!!!???"

"You said it," Pare laughed, "Now for that, you can have it back."  Pare
tossed the javelin and it landed in the kid's belly button. He kid folded
over and tried to remain standing but fell slowly to his knees. He sank and
his head followed his knees, his curved sleek belly bending. The javelin
sticking out of his bony back.


Aoi kicked a shield into the kid holding it and the kid lost his grip on
the point which furrowed directly into his shallow pancake like belly
button. "OWW!"  This kid fell and his circular shield covered his belly,
not fully down yet; however it covered his dick too and his dick rose tight
against the shield, out of his loin cloth and splattered all over. Cum all
over belly flat against the cold shield, warm cum, hot pierced flesh. Deep
but not deep enough to kill him yet. But as he struggled with his pain and
his growing erection, which made it difficult to move, cum came up from the
top of the shield, wetting his upper chest and chin, dripping to his
neck. What was worse was that his fellow warriors, without having a care,
some realizing it and some not caring at all and knowing they were killing
him, just marched right over the shield. As his belly button was pushed
downward the point of the sheild going into him and fully hitting out his
back and the ground below, he died groaning and moaning and swiveling his
hips as he was stepped on. He opened his mouth wide as his orgasm reached
total intensity. "Damn!!!!!!!NNNGUGUAEHHAGARRGHTTTUTUT!"

Pare stabbed and stabbed using his swords. Six of the seven were dead
now. One kid his own age and his own size remained. He was golden skinned
with green eyes and dyed red hair, in one long braid coming out the back,
the rest of his head bald. He had thick lips and Pare saw him. The kid
caught Pare's eye and Pare was liked by this kid. "Hey, you...you're...I'm
into you!"

Before this kid knew it, Pare had his swords sheathed and his knife in the
kid's big belly button. The button was innie but not too deep. It was
shaped like an upside down Y with each piece cut off from the other by semi
deep lines. Bubbly. "And now, I'm into you!"  Pare pushed the knife deeply,
pressing his entire body into the kid and the kid pressed back. The two
were locked together. The bodies of all the warriors that Pare had already
killed slowed the progress of even more warriors who were trying to get
over them to Pare.

Knives out, Aoi and Sole now charged arrow boys who ran out of arrows and
spear boys who ran out of spears. One frightened little one, younger than
even Aoi and Sole, cried out, "We surrendered, we have no weapons, we're
weaponless. Have you no honor?"

Sole stabbed this kid so the kid fell slowly down his own crotch, "NO!"

"What is it with these guys and this honor question thing?"  Aoi stabbed an
arrow kid as the kid tried to grab his wrists. Another grabbed Sole's
wrists but Sole pulled his hand free and jerked a knife into the kid's
tight lean belly. This kid fell too.

Spear boys, while the arrow boys were being killed off, looked around for
fallen weapons. Yet more warriors were coming. And dying warriors were
cumming. Aoi finished killing his arrow boys and as they piled up, he ran
at the spear boys wildly, jumping at them and stabbing in every
direction. Wounds were all over different parts of their bodies.

Pare leaned in on the golden boy. "What's up?"  The boy looked down. "Oh I
see," Pare smiled, "That's big! Say!"

"Ohhhhahhh," The kid said, "I love you."


"I know," Pare kissed him on his thick lips and threw his tongue into the
kid's mouth, "diemfemamthf."  As the kid jerked, Pare jerked. Dicks crossed
like swords, they pre cam but also slowly the cum frothed up from the holes
and finally jerked to spattering clumps. Pare jerked. The kid jerked,
feeling the cords of muscles around his belly button being cut and the
ringed small ridge going. Pare looked down and almost got a blob of cum in
his eyes but it passed and hit the side of his face. He jerked and this
made the kid jerk and that in turn made Pare jerk some more. "Uh oh," Pare
said, looking back, cum flung off the side of his face.  "Sorry, I don't
have time for this!"

He saw more warriors approaching quickly. Some had very long spears. Some
swords, some knives and even picks.

"No, don't stop, I love the feeling," The kid said gritting his teeth from
the pain as Pare swiveled his wrist, making the knife make mush out of the
kid's stomach. "UhuhUHuhAhahuhuh!"

Pare pushed away with his free hand, "Sorry gotto go."

"No," the kid grabbed Pare's arm, "Don't leave me like this!"

"You're dead, kid, just die already gracefully. I mean it was fun!"

"More, man, more!"  The kid held onto his arm.

Pare grabbed the kid and spun him around as the entourage attacked. The kid
got spears, knives, and pitchforks in his torso, chest, and
extremities. His dick flung cum like a rocket field. Pare dropped the kid
but he stayed in the air, held up by his fellow soldiers, who were
shocked. Some laughed and some made wry smiles, their eyebrows up in a
devil's look. They didn't care. Others did care: they loved this kid, who
was one of their most celebrated warriors. Too bad, others thought. Pare
stabbed all of them.

Kicking up spears into his hands, one at a time, Sole shoved a spear each
into two spear boys, who came with the new wave of warriors. The two ran
wildly but their spears met each other's buttons, already destroyed by
Sole's thrusts.  Locked together they screamed but moaned in pain and
pleasure before falling. They hit another kid who fell back and landed on a
pile of bodies, his belly spread back, his back on them. Sole couldn't
resist, he ploughed another spear deep into this one's navel, which
outstretched tight took it. Sole shoved. He kicked up with both feet,
holding onto the spear. His kick hit down four more warriors. Quickly,
taking their own knives from their belts, he stabbed each's belly button,
crushing each button and intestine opening. "Here, have these back, they're
doing their job...but not for you...for ME!"  He stuck the last one and
pulled out his own sword now to fight even more guys.

Aoi and Pare ran to him.  Sole yelled, "There's too many and we...."

"Are getting tired," Aoi said.


Pare puffed, "Fight to the death! Ours if need be! We'll feel it good in
our buttons!"

Even though there were thousands dead already from Trio, there were waves
and waves of even more attacking them, surrounding them in huge masses!

TO BE CONTINUED...