Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2008 09:18:04 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  50

This was to be a celebration of past Trio adventures...it begins to become
just that but it has to continue the story of Matre...

Also a note: REAL war sucks the big one. We need to do away with real war
and concern ourselves with fantasy...

TRIO 50

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! An
Asian, a slave from the Orient, jumped Aoi from behind and took him face
down to the ground. He had two curved knives and he began to plunge them
sideways toward Aoi's sides, just above his hips. Aoi reached back and
grabbed the warrior's wrists and shoved the knives into the guy's own
sides. Another spear man came at them and prepared to shove his spear
through both backs. Aoi crawled out from under the warrior just as the
wounded one turned on his back, "NO! NO! It's me! I....ayeeee!"  He took a
thin bladed spear right in his belly button and his legs, knees still bent
in trying to get up, shook. His torso tried to cling to life but he
"huffed" and fell onto his back and shivered a bit and was still. Aoi was
back on his feet and he ducked under two warriors attacking him. He grabbed
one's second sword from a hilt and bent there, he saw a perfect target: a
nice navel, even scrunched up like this it was big and innie but if the guy
stood up it would have been a slight outtie. Aoi didn't take notice of that
part. He just parted the guy's navel with his own sword and found a knife
on the ground, scooped it up and jabbed it into the other guy. Another
nearby turned and bumped into that one. The one Aoi stuck with the knife
turned, angered that he was dying and someone was bumping into him. He
shoved his sword deep into the offenders navel. The offender couldn't even
make a sound as his throat closed in such agony. Aoi smirked and saw Sole
and Pare in similar situations. Clearly they could not keep this
up. Another round of Egyptian boys hit the ground with moaning, groaning,
gasps, huffs, gaffaws, laughs, cries, and shrieks.

In the closed off tomb of the pyramid, Matre had recovered. He let his
mind, using his witch powers, wander. Wander beyond the pyramid to the
outside. Lots of bodies in motion out there. Near naked, naked, and
partially armored. Lots of dead ones. Lots of live ones. And in the midst,
three allies: Pare, Aoi, and the blond Sole. "Oh no," he said to no one in
the tomb. He sat up cross legged again. Then he put his legs out straight
in front of him. In his eyes reflected the glint of blade. A fallen weapon
that remained from the previous battle. He dropped his worried look and a
grimace of resolve came over him.


Outside, Sole was completely covered by ten men. Pare and Aoi, having their
own battles, could not see him if they had the moment to. Parts of the pile
jerked out. A few jerked in. One man fell out of the pile, his belly
butchered. A spear came up through the back of one of th emen on top of the
pile. The man jerked and arched backward. His belly thrust itself forward
involuntarily onto the spear. Sole was at work beneath. A small guy came
from the bottom of the pile, a knife embedded in his navel, deep, so deep
the hilt was half way in. The guy stumbled, cum dripping down his thick leg
muscle. The guy just walked away, like an automaton, a robot, just taking
its last steps as it energy drained.

Matre began to chant. He held the knife in both hands. Over his navel. Lite
fur over his small but tight stomach. The knife began to bite toward the
boy's navel. It was large and oval, his navel. As he did this, Matre grew
hard from the excitement and anticipation of the deed. He thought about
what it would feel like...something metallic and strong and thick, yet thin
and lifeless in him. Traveling in a tube not made for it. Fitting in where
it wasn't supposed to. He smiled and wanted to thrust it in fast and
furious but he didn't. That would not make this work.

As the battle began to close, Trio found themselves totally outnumbered,
yet they fought on. On the ground, on his back, Pare put a knee between a
guy's legs and kicked. The guy buckled over him and Pare just held up his
short sword (one he picked up in the fight) and the guy impaled himself as
he fell on it. Pare tossed him aside and then sprung up onto his feet, his
butt bent. He grabbed a guy coming at him and hugged him. The guy was
shocked and tried to stab Pare's side but Pare had his wrists and while he
was not stronger, Pare twisted and the guy, thin and angular, turned,
stomach out, back to Pare. To receive a sword in his gut.

Matre chanted. He shut his eyes and licked his lips. Witch, warlock,
sorcerer came into play. He held his head upward and then back and then
down. His hands brought the knife ever closer. Ever moving in. His belly
button was large and deep but not that deep. It could not avoid the knife's
sting for long. Matre knew he had to get this right.

Sole finished off his pile of men, now just writhing bodies in smaller
piles of their own. He ran to a pile of bodies from previous skrimishes and
found two spears. He found himself near a huge mass of hard sand on a huge
boulder. Sole saw more warriors coming at him.  Aoi shook off a crowd of
warriors and shook one off the end of his sword. Sole threw spears at
warriors.

One looked as a spear went through his ally and out but kept on going into
the guts of a totally naked warrior behind that one. The stuck one held the
spear and trying to get it out, made it uproot his navel from the bottom,
the spear now almost straight up. The guy who watched, looked at him,
"What's up?"  He laughed, "I should've asked what's up in you? Ha. Fool."

A team mate smiled at him, "My gods, did you see that? That spear went
right through him over there and out and into that one!"

"Yeah," the other one jerked in a laugh, rubbing his own dick, "That'll
never happen again...one in a lifetime thing you know!"




They both laughed but as they did, a spear passed through the one who
jerked (and who now jerked more with the pain of a spear having COMPLETELY
PASSED right through him) and flew into the guts of the one who was his
team mate. "Oh," The first one looked at his open belly. He looked down and
saw through it to the outside world...to the guy that had the spear in him
that had already went right through him, "Oh."  He stood up and looked
up. He looked...and then fell...down. Slurping.

The one with the spear in him, gasped and tried to pull it out but he
lowered it, making it tear up his upper navel as the spear end went down.

Matre made contact. The knife was cold against his warm belly. He had a
desire to pull his belly in but he didn't. He had an opposite desire to
charge his belly out, letting the button find the knife instead of the
knife finding his button back wall. He resisted both. His dick threatened
to get in the way now as it jumped up to a full five inches or more. And
kept on growing. Pre cum pooled to a crystal redness on the mushroomic head
of his uncircumcised penis. The knife point began to deepen his navel by
finding its back wall and making it its own. He swallowed. This was going
to be good.

Pare threw the body away and found another. The kid faced him and was so
handsome that Pare just had to stop. He took the kid who looked at him and
asked, "What's up?"

"What's up with YOU?"  With the last word, Pare thrust a VERY long knife
deep in the kid and thrust the knife upward from belly button inside, "Or
should I ask what's up IN YOU?"

The kid gasped air down his throat and couldn't respond. Pare tossed him
away. Pare had his back to a pile of moving bodies, which soon stopped
moving. Moans slided off to a mere echo. Then silence. But other warriors
rushed at him.  "C'mon, bring it on!"  Pare yelled. "It's a good day to
die!"

"That's the spirit!"  A new kid said, thick black hair. A mane unlike the
others. Shiny black hair.

Pare stabbed the knife into the kid, avoiding the blades of the kid's TWO
swords. "Yeah and your spirit is coming out of ya this instant, right outta
yur belly button to the afterlife!"  The kid tried to pull away but Pare
grabbed his back and held him tightly. He hugged him, digging the blade
in. Then he let go. The kid, still pulling away, pulled his belly off the
blade...and left his navel on it, dangling, hanging flesh and
intestine. Pare shook it off and turned to jab another one coming at him in
a wild run. "Never learn huh? DIEEEEEEEE! DIE ALL OF YOU BASTARDS!"

Matre's knife point was gone...into the bowels of his navel. Matre kept it
moving. He resisted the urge to jump face down on the blade. His toes
curled. He had shivers going through him, tingling his body with pleasure
waves. "Mmmmm."




As Sole tried to gather up more spears, a large musclebound warrior with no
hair came at him with a huge boulder. Sole had time just to grab up a small
short swords as he was pinned.  Sole was against the larger rock, his back
to it. The warrior pressed. Sole pushed back. He made the warrior move back
a bit but the warrior hefted the rock at Sole some more. Sole pushed and
the warrior tripped over a dead boy. This made Sole push the warrior back
some more. While the enemy did not fall, he lost his edge. Sole pushed him
back to another large rock in this alcove. The man looked worried.  Aoi and
Pare ran toward them. Aoi yelled, "Hurry Sole before he recovers!"

Sole let go of the rock and held it with one arm, his chest, and his other
shoulder as he took the short sword and slid it under the rock and grinded
it at the warrior's navel. The big squiggly navel took the sword in it, the
warrior so proud, now dying in his folly. He shut his eyes pinned before
rock and rock. Sole stepped back and pulled the sword out at the same
time. Rock and man fell at the same time. Even so, as the man fell, Aoi and
Pare put two swords each into his side, and followed him down with their
swords.

Outside the pyramid, Matre's face, eyes wide open, unlike in the tomb,
filled the air. Fighting ceased. Trio, of course, ploughed blades into
bellies as the Eygptains and their slave warriors were distracted. "See,"
Aoi said to Sole, who was near him and Pare now, "No honor. Kill even when
they're not looking."

"That's nasty," An Egyptain fell saying, his body folding with his head and
upper body backward, dick forward.

"Yeah," Aoi noticed as he sword stabbed a kid with bleached blond hair and
dark Eygptain skin, that some who get stabbed in the stomach rise up on
their toes as if to escape the pain. Only to make it last longer that way
as the sword drives in more via his arm. Drives in to stablize the
pain. And sometimes as with a second one, it makes it worse as the sword
slides upward from the movement of rising up on your toes. A jerk and it
was over.

Sole looked around, "Wha the hell? Two seconds ago we were dead."

"Look!"  Pare pointed.

In the crypt, Matre's legs buckled. He bent his knees and brought his feet
up to his butt as far as he could. The silver point found more meat than
Matre knew was in him. It was half way in now, inch by inch it had deepened
in him. Thrilling his very being. Making his navel find reason for
existence. A chunk of something got in its way but Matre kept it sliding
in. Another half inch.

Outside, every warrior was encompassed by Matre's face which grew, ghost
like, to gigantic proportions. As they came into a trance like state, the
warriors looked at each other, then looked at whatever pointed sword,
spear, knife, pitchfork, trident, pole axe that they carried. Then back at
each other.

"Uggghhhhh! Oh gawdddddddddsofuckin goodahhhduighhhdough!"  Matre put the
knife in more. He jerked it in faster for a few seconds and felt and heard
something pop! Something inside gave. Something broke. Something splashed.




The Epgytain army was doing the same thing. Whoever they were and where
ever they were, they were putting their pointed weapons to their own belly
buttons. Outties, semi outties, shallow ones, and ones that didn't even
look like they were belly buttons at all but mere flesh spots. Centered,
targeted.

Trio wandered about the warriors. Some sat. Some stood. Some were on their
backs. Some laid down on their weapons, all with the points in their navel
center. "Damn!"  Pare said, laughing, "It must be that kid, that Matre
kid."

"Yeah," Aoi smiled and poked a finger into someone's button as that warrior
began to poke something a lot more substantial into it, "He didn't abandon
us after all."

"He saved our buttons!"  Sole said, "We owe him but...I think something
this grand a scale...must...require...."

Matre jerked two more times. The knife into his belly wall and back beyond
it. He felt it pass his spine. He kept it going now slow again. Savoring
it. Enjoying it. His dick now at seven inches, nudging the knife. Spurting.
Matre wanted to keep his belly neutral, not soft, not resisting. Tightening
his abs, he enjoyed that. Then he let go and felt the brilliance of it
passing through untight flesh and muscle. Tight. Untight.

Outside, the warriors were doing the same. Spears passed into navel
holes. Outties were mounds of blood cake.

Pare laughed, "Let's have some fun."  He wrapped his arms around a kid who
was in death throes and pressed into him. He felt the kid's nipples against
his own. The kid's flexing and unflexing abs. Against his own abs. The kid
had a small knife between them so Pare could feel the hilt of it. He
tightened his abs to it and pushed. The kid smiled.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!NNNNGGGGGGGGGGare!"

Pare's outtie navel slipped and slided over the hilt and the kid's belly
button parts. Pare grabbed the kid's wrists and held them up over his
head. His own penis grew against the kid's lower bare smooth belly. The
kid's own dick was up, standing seven inches over Pare's own tight
muscles. They jerked together.

Sole looked as a spearboy had his spear and was using it to pivot his whole
body on. The spear poked right through the kid as he fell on his spear. The
kid slumped down. Sole moved on as lines and rows of males stabbed
themselves in their navel. Some slid it in quick and fell over,
moaning. Some took it real slow. Sole faced a kid with a knife toward
him. The kid, dark and slick backed hair, looked as if he wanted to stab
Sole's belly and the knife almost made it to Sole's navel. Instead it
turned and found solace in the kid's own deep innie. Sole shook his head in
amazement.




Aoi was amazed too but he was laughing a bit. Some warriors sat
crosslegged, some lay flat on their backs. Others fell on knives, spears,
swords. Lots of legs kicked up. Struggles between life and death began, all
individual struggles. Pare laughed and after he cam a fountain over the
boy's lower belly, knife hilt, and upper abs, some cum splashing as far up
as the boy's neck, he tossed the body aside as the boy was still in the
throes of dying and cumming. Lines of whiteness flew past Pare's slim but
muscled legs.  Pare put his tight loin cloth back on. All around him men
were stabbing themselves, even though they wanted to stab Pare.

Matre's face filled the scene. His eyes opened wide as his own knife point
hit something vital inside his guts. Then he AHHHEDDDED as the wave of
chillingly warm beauty spread from his navel to his chest and arms. He
shook a bit. His knife was inside more and more. Six inches in. Six inches
out. His knife. His dick. His dick stuck straight up. It stretched and
tightened. It was long and thick. Round. Throbbing. Red. Youthful. Pre cum
was all bubbly around it.

He kept the knife going in. More and more. More bodies fell back with
knives in their buttons. Some fell on their stomachs, ripping vital navel
meat. Others took a long time to die. One arrow boy thought he could find
out how long it would take him to die with his own arrow embedded in his
gut hole. He figured he could live a very long time and die nicely...his
navel in pieces. He miscalculated and shot his bow and arrow so fast into
himself...almost a physical impossibility to pull off ...however magic was
at work and also pulling off his pud. As the arrow shot into him,
simultaneously he shot his cum off like a speed jet spray. The arrow killed
his navel right away and him as well. The kid slurped and fell. His belly
button slurped and gave way to the hard wooden shaft.

Other warriors watched this. An arrow boy knew he could last longer than
that. He knew it might take him hours to die from the thick shaft in
him. He pulled his bow back and let his arrow go...only this time, this
warrior arrow boy made it let go ever so slowly. Step by step. Inch by
inch. His hand shook and for a second the arrow went in a bit
faster. "Yulp! Yelp!"  The boy watched his arrow as he regained control
over it. It slid in a bit more at a time. Mere fractions of an inch.

Thousands stuck themselves, creating new holes in their belly holes.

Matre moved his feet under his butt cheeks. He sat on his legs, every move
making waves of new pain, as the knife found new areas to tingle and to
stimulate. His button had many erogenous zones. He hit every one and made
some new ones. He tugged out a bit and sent the knife back in faster now
and faster and faster...he used both hands on the hilt. Which was buried
deep in his button. The entire blade was in him. He tightened and felt it
with his ab muscles. Good. It felt so fucking good. He bent over, his head
leaning down toward his spurting dick. He opened his mouth and caught his
own cum from his burning dick slit which parted with a white sea of pure
thickness. He had his eyes shut.

Outside a flurry of comments.

"Oh my gut hole!"

"Ogh! Belly button is on fire!"

"Like it deep in there, doesn't fit though! My outtie's gone!"

"Damn, I'm gonna out live ya all!"


"Fuck it hurts! Make it stop! Make it stop!"

"Donnwanna die! Shit! This sucks!"

"Feels fine to meeeeeeeeeeee....puahh!"

"Pahhhhh!"

"I can outlast you by an hour."

"Look at my dick! Urhhh! It reacts to the....ohhhhhhagggg!"

"NNNNNNNNN!"

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrah!"

Much time passed. Matre remained leaning over. Life seemed to go out of
him.

Most of the warriors were dead too. There were many others that held out
very long. A virtual wind of death sounds filled the air. Dying
sounds. Huffs. Grunts. Yelps. Brief sounds of hope that one would live and
that it wasn't too bad. It was bad and not one would live. The one that
lived the longest was the arrow boy who wanted to live for five hours. He
beat it by five more minutes.

The sun was going down and night moved in on the strange shadowy images of
thousands upon thousands of bodies, some still propped up against each
other, some against rocks, some belly to belly, cum sticking in between. A
few parted, strands of drying cum connecting them. Many just
dropped. Sunlight began to wane across the scene as the darkness filled the
silohettes. Glares from weapons vanished. A few penises, some on very dead
warriors, shot loose. Some had tried to hold it in for a long time, hoping
to let it build up. Maybe a few thought if they held in their sperm, they
could cling to life longer or totally. They were wrong. Splashdowns
occurred all over. Dead bodies cumming. Dying bodies cumming. Then after
the last one died, that arrow boy, letting go with a long lasting gusher of
air and cum, air from his mouth, cum from his dick...there was no movement.

"Dead," Aoi said after five hours and seven minutes, "They are all finally
dead."

"Matre must be too," Sole said, "Let's move that rock and find out!"

The trio did this but it took a while. They were tired and wounded, all
three of them. They managed to move the rock.

Inside they found Matre back in the tomb but the lid was kept off. Matre's
voice called to them, "I cannot talk to you telepathically for long. My
friends. I will continue to find a way home through my spirit travels. If I
find a way I will alert you. Please do not fret. The effort I took making
the warriors' true desire to stab their own bodies has taken its toll on
me. I can no longer move. It will be a long time before I can again
reanimate myself. But it was worth it to save three such as you. Keep the
lid off and remove the ankh staff and spear. That will allow me to be safe
from them. Put the rock back and take the lid out of the pyramid. These
things will protect me. As you did. Thank you my friends. Think of me from
time to time."



Trio followed Matre's instructions to the tee. Soon, the werewolf,vampire,
sorcerer, zombie, mummy, witch, warlock boy was in a deep body sleep, his
spirit searching free, far ahead of Trio. Trio left the pyramid in
silence. The bodies were all gone, absorbed by Matre as a last meal before
his spirit search/body slumber. "Wow," Pare said, "That mijho can sure
eat!"  Tired, they moved onward and after traveling a long time, they
decided to not go any further. Trio set up camp near the edge of the
desert. They had found some trees to sleep under.

He came upon them in the night. Imagine trying to tickle the trio with your
sword point in the night while they slept. He was an Arnold Schwarzenger
type, the Arnold of CONAN II THE DESTROYER. He was nicely muscled and had a
deep dark dank navel, spread horozontially but large so that it had a
vertical tilt too but more sideways. He was thinner than the Arnold of
CONAN THE BARBARIAN. But still thicker and more muscled than any of the
TRIO.

Spent, Pare slept with his arms over his head and spread out, his underarms
bare to the night sky of stars above them in this desert. There were a few
trees and the trio made their camp next to one, sleeping near one. They had
put up a tent but slept outside of it, it being such a nice, clear starry
night. Next to Pare, who slept in the nude, was Sole, who was on his side
spooning Aoi, who was asleep in a fetus position. All were sound asleep.

The muscle guy, Cone, had a huge pointed sword and snuck up to them, on the
side of Pare. He rounded to their front and pointed his sword at Sole but
then saw Pare's outtie belly button and it being so open to him, stuck him
first. Sole and Aoi awoke to Pare's screams of agony.  Cone's sword,
massive in the middle went in and in, opening the belly hole beyond Pare's
perimeter, making a larger hole, enlarging the belly button both sideways
to the perimeter and inward as he stuck into the sand under the kid's bare
back. Cone pulled out and quickly stabbed Aoi's belly and drove the sword
in as much as he could. He tugged it out, causing Aoi to just hold his
belly. Aoi flopped to his knees. Sole reached for his spear but before he
could grab it, Cone had it in his free hand and bent toward Sole, driving
the shaft deep in Sole's ample button...Trio was dying in agony now...
sprawling out on the ground, on their backs, moaning, groaning, competing
for loudness as they died...

TO BE CONTINUED???