Date: Sat, 28 Jun 2008 08:39:48 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  51

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Part of a celebration of Trio's 50th episode and beyond...

Pare screamed as he felt his navel split in two, first on the outtie
section and then deeper...so much deeper. Cone the barbarian had put his
sword right into Pare's awaiting and relaxed navel as Trio slept at the
edge of the desert at night under some thin trees. Cone's sword, massive in
the middle had gone in and in, opened the belly hole beyond Pare's
perimeter, made a larger hole, enlarged the belly button both sideways to
the perimeter and inward as Cone stuck into the sand under the Puerto
Rican's bare back.

"Ng!"  Cone said as he pushed. Funnily enough Pare made the same sound as
he tried to bare the pain in his bare button.

Cone pulled out and quickly stabbed Aoi's belly and drove the sword in as
much as he could.

"U-Urgh!! Ahh!"

The massive barbarian tugged it out, causing Aoi to just hold his belly.
Aoi flopped to his knees with the sound of "Shlm!"

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...

"Nhhh-H!"

Trio was dying in agony now...sprawling out on the ground, on their backs,
moaning, groaning, competing for loudness as they died...ever so slowly...

"Huhh-h!!!!"

"N-euhhh!!!"

"Gawd!"  Pare gasped, "I'm goin' first..."  He flopped back his knees bent
as he tried to withstand the pain and pick his butt off the sand.

Cone just watched and laughed, leaning his body on his massive sword as he
did so.

Aoi was still on his knees, his upper body swaggering as he held his
belly...

Sole was bent over and tried to stay on his feet. "Didcha like it like
that?"  Cone asked them all.


"Sure fuckin feels greatahhh...."  Pare's body fell, his butt touched the
sand.

Aoi watched him, "Dying as he liked...gettin it in the belly button..."
Aoi fell face down and managed to cover Pare's belly which was open to the
world. As the pair died, they felt each other's bellies meeting tightening
and untightening with the strain. The abs meet, parted, and filled each
other.

Pare could feel the tight hardness and the veins on Aoi's dick, "Yeah shoot
dat cum all ovah me!"

Aoi yelled as he felt his quivering climax, "This it it! Umph!"

"AAAHHH!"

"UUHH! GAD!"

They cam and their dicks hard as steel released a load between them that
rose up to their chins and as one, exploded between their noses and further
up, over their heads to the sand above or below.

Both bodies spent, they collapsed in a large shakes and loud huffing.

Cone laughed, "Jeez!"

Sole ran at Cone and yelled, "NuggghhhnNOOOOOOOO, I won't let you
winnnnnnnnnguhh!"

Cone merely held up the sword he formerly leaned on and let Sole pile drive
his own belly button onto it. Cone frowned, "Die you blond fucker slut!"
Sole realized what happened as he had done this hundreds of times to
enemies too stupid to know ....he knew he was sliding onto the sword of his
own power and couldn't stop himself until it was too late. When he did, he
found his belly touching the cold hilt of Cone's sword. His dick already
opened the flimsy loin cloth he wore and spat out at Cone, who flinched a
bit as he felt the wetness hit him. Then he smiled, "You die as you like
too!"  Cone twisted the massive sword and Sole's eyes rolled back in his
head.

"GOD!"  Sole said. Cone hugged him. The other hand, the free one, went to
Sole's spread back. Cone pressed and Sole could feel Cone's thick uncut
penis firm up his lower stomach to press up against, head to metal, Cone's
sword as it meet Sole's navel ridge and mutilated it and far, far
beyond. Behind Sole, Cone's sword dangled out two feet.

"So fuckin' hot," Cone said. "Feel it good, like you like it, doncha!!!!!"


"Oh heh, oh yeah, oh fuck!"  Sole gasped as Cone dick exploded, cum
massively FURLING and FURLUNKING against the metal sword AND Sole's smooth
flesh where it met the metal. The cut filled with cum and the cum burst
upward even more. Cone's navel filled with it and Sole's own volcano-ing
dick head cum! The fountain of white found no height far enough as it shot
and shot and Sole felt as if some membrane, invisible, that lay over his
penis slit, had been forcibly broken by his own parting cum shots. His dick
head slit opened so wide, Cone looked down and thought he could see the
tunnel below as the cum shot out. Voluminous!

And the distinct pain! Sole licked his lips and knew there was nothing
greater, nothing more pleasant and more painful at the same time. Nothing
that could bring him off this wildly. He knew he wanted to die this
way. "GOFORIT!!!!"  He yelled. Cone just let Sole go and as Sole's body
slumped backward, Cone just held the sword in a strong fist. Strings and
clumps of cum between them held them together as one but soon broke as Sole
fell back, back, back. Off the sword, which remained, stubbornly where it
was, allowing this hunk of flesh to fly backward off it. With a crisp
"DOLLOUP!"  Sole hit the ground hard. AND CONE DROVE HIS SWORD INTO SOLE
AGAIN! Sole rose up on his back quarters and tensing and untensing for a
VERY long time. After a half hour or more, Sole then fell silent, his hands
falling off his messy belly to his sides. His head fell to one side. Cone
laughed and spilled more seed over Sole's smooth lower belly and the
resulting pool fell to Sole's unhairy pubeless dick area!

"Oh Gawd!"  Sole leaned back and tried to get up again but instead just
managed a roll, "This is what it feels like...I'd almost forgotten."

Cone put his sword into Sole's back for a final blow and the tip came out
Sole's chest and into the ground beneath. Sole's hands were flat down and
he tried to push himself up and succeeded a bit but finally he fell down,
sliding on the sword in his chest. Floppup!

Cone laughed long and hard, dripping with sweat and pre cum as Trio lie
dead.



Aoi awoke on a wooden plank. He shook his head and looked down at his belly
button. Intact. It looked a bit more oval than usual but that could have
been from the current stress he was under, all these battles and...and
losing. He wondered what was going on. He was on his butt, his face up. He
bent over to look at himself. He felt his dick hard under his skimpy black
speedo as it pressed against the fabric. He wondered how he got that
on. And from where. Where. He stood up on the plank. Surrounding him as far
as he could see was water. Smooth waves, a warm breeze. Yet somehow cooling
as well. A calm sea. Still mostly. He put his hand over his eyes to make a
cover. No land. Anywhere. Losing. He felt up his navel again. Oval and a
bit more rounded at the bottom than he remembered. But shallow and a good
piece of flesh inside. His whole body was covered with a film of
sweat. Then he remembered. He thought he, Pare, and Sole had bought
it. "What is going on?"  Beneath his booted feet, he saw the planks were
actually a sort of makeshift wooden raft. With some kind of primitive oars
on wooden holders. "What's going on?"

Suddenly, from seemingly no where, another plank raft came floating past
him. "Your death is going on! That's what!"  A sword flashed. A curved
Medieval type of sword. Aoi grabbed at his arm, his upper arm was cut.




He turned to see the back of the boy sailing past him. Aoi sized up the
occupant of the raft, which seemed powered by magic and also seemed to be
turning to come at him again for another pass.

A good strong back, a nice muscled spread, this boy wore a white robe like
hat of the Taureg's. Aoi thought the boy wanted to keep the sun off his
head. "Oh not another Egyptian!"  From behind Aoi could tell this warrior
also wore white baggy tie pants and white slip on shoes. Pointed. Other
than that the boy was bare.

Before he could even see the face, Aoi realized who this was. "Caliph! You
again?!!!"

Bare stomach with a peach fuzz on his belly and a curled belly button,
swirled and whirly, with some hair lined under it, black but not a
lot. Caliph was totally dark tanned and had a faint trace of coming lip
hair but not much. He wasn't large but was well defined and looked as if he
could give any of the trio a fight for their lives. At his side we wore a
curved knife with a pearled hilt and he had a curved sword in his opposite
hand.  Caliph swung at Aoi again but Aoi ducked.

"I had heard you were dead," Aoi yelled as Caliph swung around the other
side and pointed his sword right at Aoi from it. Aoi kicked the sword but
Caliph hung onto it.

"Rumors! No one can kill me!"  The enemy raft swung around again and
again. Made a circle. Then it came straight at the front of the raft,
unlike any move Aoi had ever seen.  While it was making the first circles,
Aoi tore the wooden oar from its socket and smashed it against the
holder. Both pieces of wood shattered into pointed staffs. The holder
socket fell overboard but Aoi now held a nice pointed spear which used to
be an oar.

"Not even Tarn, your beloved master!"  Aoi yelled as Caliph came very
close.

Caliph's face showed tremendous anger as he pointed his sword at Aoi. "DIE
bereft of your long dead friends!"

This threw Aoi. Pare and Sole were dead? Long dead? Were they killed in the
fight with the Egyptian hordes? Or did someone else kill them? Tarn? Caliph
himself?  Was Nolo back or escaped? Who? Caliph's sword circled the spear,
the heavy oar Aoi wielded against him. It made a rounded motion and struck
right into Aoi's shallow belly button. Caliph's body piled off his raft
onto Aoi's, pushing him down. Aoi's head hung back over the water, face
up. He felt Caliph's breath on his neck and face as the boy lay on top of
him, sword still held tight. Elbow bent. Dicks pressed hard against each
other. Aoi's dick head rose out of his speedo, making the black of it turn
a bit white at the top. Caliph was on top, pressing. He let go of the sword
and stood up, his dick out of his white robes, cumming. "I win! You could
not beat me, Asian dog!"




Sword in his belly button, Aoi threw himself up at Caliph and they fell
against Caliph's raft, slipping off Aoi's raft. Aoi backed up as Caliph put
his knife into Aoi's upper abs, only a mili fraction away from his belly
button ridge. As Aoi struggled, on the edge, now one foot back on his raft
and one foot off and on Caliph's raft, he could feel the knife move with
the effort he himself made. The knife tore into his knotted ridge and
ripped it. Caliph stepped forward and the rafts split. The two plunged into
the water. To Aoi's dying surprise the water was not deep. He could stand
up in it. And the sand seemed to rise as one moved from the raft area. Aoi
did not think of this as the stinging waters cut into his belly holes,
making them ripe with burning pain. Caliph got behind him in the water and
rose up out of it, now ripping the fallen oar spear off Aoi's own raft. Aoi
pulled the knife and sword from his belly button and tried to stand there
and bare the pain. He moved up the sand hill and the water sloshed around
his knees. Caliph used the oar as a battering ram and hit Aoi's side,
downing him immediately. Aoi kicked around in the shallow water. He was on
his face but managed to turn around to see...Caliph. From the watery
depths, Aoi could see this mini hunk standing over him. Point of the broken
oar facing at Aoi's own belly. Aoi wanted to scream NOOOOO!  but he knew it
would be futile.

Plus a part of him wanted to know what that would feel like in his navel
area. He kicked anyway and reached up to grab the ready made spear. It
plunged. Caliph with a grim of pure fun on his face quickly stabbed it down
with all his might and jumped up on it as it caught Aoi in the belly
button, gathering in both of the other wounds, knocking aside sword and
knife, actually pushing them in a bit more before their fall. The twisting
and merging of three weapons in Aoi made flesh churn and mutilate. Aoi's
arms reached up but grabbed the lower end of the oar. "Try to rise from
that!"  Caliph swung his whole body around on the oar, making it like a
child's monkey bar as he spiraled around it. Aoi's kicking soon stopped as
his eyes remained open, his black pupils staring from the bottom of the
water. "I did it! I killed a Trio member!"

A raft came floating by and a swordsman was on it. Caliph reached out his
hand to the swordsman. A boy who wore a British coat, open totally
revealing a white expanse of British boy belly and a nice oval belly
button, slightly depressed in but mostly shallow. The boy smiled and put
his hand out to help Caliph get back in. He grabbed Caliph's hand but
pulled and as he did he wielded a bayonet from behind his back. He pulled
Caliph onto it. Caliph even helped get himself onto it as he thought the
Brit was helping up onto the raft. Withe bayonet firmly in his swirly belly
button now, Caliph tried to stop but all he managed to do was drag his
upper torso over the straight sturdy steel. The Brit pushed some more into
the meat and as his raft continued on, he held Caliph on the
bayonet. Caliph yelped and tried to draw back. His upper body spread but
the Brit shoved and then tried to pull out, caught sword on Caliph's
masculine innards.

As Aoi died, he saw some of this movement, knowing Caliph would die as the
body hit the waves. The Brit sailed on, confident in his actions, chest out
as the breeze opened his jacket some more revealing hard nipples.




White. White all around. Unending whiteness. Pare stood up, his hair
blowing in a refreshing but cold wind. Puerto Rican, Pare had long brown
hair, blue eyes, a black leather vest which ended above each mid rib on
either side. A nice outtie was in the center of his smooth unhairy
belly. When he laughed, as he now did at finding he was still alive, or if
he moved a certain way, his abs formed a mountain range. His outtie was
like a giant curled worm with an upside down smile as the scar in the very
center. Time had him less more serious than Aoi. Pare was dark, he was not
as dark as Aoi. He was more olive skinned with a trace of Cuban perhaps,
lighter but still darker than white boys. His legs were even more developed
than Aoi, his arms a bit more muscled and his chest less muscled. His hair
was currently was crewcut on the sides and the top of his head had thicker
hair, a sort of island in the center, with the thicker part of his hair
pulled back to form a thick tail at the back, dangling over his neck
back. It was cut short in front, long in back to his neck line when
down. On his bottom he wore skin tight leather shorts and black low ankled
boots.  "Where the fuck am I?"  There were mountains of snow and ice
everyplace. Pare felt a bit cool but not so much that he felt it would kill
him. "Not cold. Not natural. Magical? Wiz? Seer?"

Pare knew he had died. But it had happened before. Someone magical, he
couldn't recall who---there had been many such foes---even Wiz seemed to be
an enemy at one point when they first met him---had put a series of spells
on Trio to make them die over and over. Maybe this was something like
that. The feel of magic was in the air. He bit his lip, dropping his
infectious, disarming smile.

A dark boy jumped on Pare but Pare flipped him off his back. "Who the hell
are you?"

The boy, his own abs wrinkling as he sat up, frowned and pulled out a long
knife, "I am no one you remember! No one!"

Pare looked around for a weapon but aimed his words at the dark one, "Then
why kill me? I don't know you..."

"No! You don't!"

"I never met you..."

"There's where you are wrong, Spic!"  The kid jumped up, his legs hopping
under him, his body crouched for a fight. His knife held out at the
ready. His other hand out.

"No need to call me names," Pare locked eyes with the dark one.

"You did meet me!"  The kid lunged but Pare sidestepped him and let him
pass without hitting him. "You met a lot of mes. A lot of us!"

Pare shook his head, his hair flowing off his shoulders, "I don't
understand. Who are you?"

"I am one you killed. One that Trio killed. In fact, Aoi killed me a long
time ago."

"Aoi? Where is he? Do you have him?"  Pare asked quickly, now more serious
and taking this threat more serious.

The dark one laughed, "Aoi, Pare, Sole, killing one of you is like killing
all three. One is like the other."




"So I didn't really meet you."  Pare stood his ground, his chest out.

"It doesn't matter!!!"  The kid screamed at him and lunged, "I'm one of
your conquests!"

Pare grabbed the kid's wrists and the two fought. The kid's free hand
grabbed Pare's other wrist. "What...."  Struggle against a snow capped rock
side. "...are..."  Pare put the kid's back to the rock mountain,
"....you...."  The kid pulled his hand free and as he did so, he also used
his legs to lock up Pare's and turn them back around. "...talking...."
Pare's back was now to the rock wall of snow. A flash. The knife was in
Pare's belly button. Pare's right leg went up with the impact. His mouth
made an O and his eyes shut for a second. Then he looked at the boy,
"...about?"  His stare was accusing. So was the boy's at Pare. No smiling
at his victory. The boy was serious too. Pare put his foot back down. He
leaned against the wall.

The kid had the knife point in Pare's belly button about half an inch but
that quickly changed. The kid shoved it in more. Pare gasped and slid down
a bit. "Oh no, not yet!"  The kid held the knife up and grabbed Pare's
shoulder to hold the Puerto Rican up too. "Not down yet. I want you to know
who I am, who we all are."

Pare looked up at snow, "Better hurry."

"I know. You're dying," The dark kid said, "I represent all those who are
unknown to you. Those you kill without even knowing their names. The
fodder, the cannon fodder."

"That makes it all ve-rey clearrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggg!"  Pare gasped as the
kid stuck it in more, straight on in with no twisting. A blasting force of
ice driven into his belly button and finding all that was behind it. The
kid put his body against Pare's. They could feel each other's hard dicks
through Pare'

 loin cloth and the kid's thong. Dark skin meeting. The dicks found
out. Blasting whiteness. To meld with the snow as they jerked, Pare's
mutilating himself on the knife which the kid held FIRM in his navel, the
hilt now pressed up to his skin. It all felt grand. Pare jerked and
unloaded tons of cum.

The kid looked down, "Man, I am impressed! Die now in all the joy you
bestowed upon others! DIE!"

Pare slid down as the kid followed with his hand. The kid cam on Pare's
upper abs and his cum dripped around the abs and around the knife hilt,
parting as it did. The kid then savagely unstuck Pare and the cum found its
way from the valley of pushed in abs to the hole. Red seen in white. White
seen in red. Snow all around now. Swishing through the wind, which picked
up. Pare's hair was up above him as he slid down the rock wall, snow mixing
with his brown hair, which clung to the rock face but eventually the hair
followed Pare down. Pare fell onto his butt first, his hands at his hole in
his gut. Even then as his eyes shut for the last time, he jerked, in his
sitting position to fire off more cum at the dark one, "Thank you! Thank
you! Thank you! No one can ever forget this way to die! You gave me it
back!"




The kid pulled a large ice stalk off its roots and shoved it down into
Pare, "Shut up and die already! You gain too much fun from this death! More
fun than you deserve! DIEEEEEEEE!"

Pare fell still, his back rolling along the wall to hit the ground. Snow
covered him and soon, even his blooded belly was gone in the snow
white. The kid pulled the ice stalk out of him and tossed it. The dark one
turned to face scores of billions of others, "It is done. We are all
avenged. The nameless ones Trio killed without a second thought. Dead. He
is dead. Finally and forever."

"Yes,they are dead..." one of the masses came forward, "but not forever..."
This one was an Asian monk, small but he wore an orange robe over one
shoulder. Another shoulder was bare. "Thus you are wrong..."  The Monk came
forward and tried to stab the dark kid in his navel. "I have a name...it is
Kai."  He was not worried that the dark kid had both wrists over
his. Trying to stop the stabbing. The point moved at his belly button,
which adrift on a sea of dark smooth skin, was a perfect and unmistakable
target.

Kai told a quick story: "I too once met Trio. They tried to save me and
my...."

The dark one lost his battle. The knife inched in slowly, finding its
blanket in his navel. "...lover. He had a name too...Tetsuro."  Kai laughed
as the dark one felt it---he knife point finding the back wall of the dark
one's navel. And beyond. Penetrating, plunging, ever so slowly and
persistent, never wavering, never slowing to a complete stop.

The dark one was wet in his stretched thong, poking out. The knife was big
and long. He had a thought but he wanted to finish his orgasm before he
tried it. "I want to know my name! My name!"  He never got the chance as he
tumbled backward. As Kai pulled out a thin line of red, which although
thin, could be seen from miles away in this white world, jutted out as fast
as lightning. The dark one stumbled back.

"I will tell him!"  A large kid came out but Kai stabbed him down with a
sword he grabbed from a small French boy. More red lined the whiteness for
an instant and another body fell.

"It is not allowed!"  Kai smiled as the kid fell.

As the dark one and this other kid died, they both said basically the same
thing. "But they didn't...."

"Didn't what? Fools."

"Save you? You died, both of you."

"As you both now do to take our places," Kai bowed, "Good riddance and have
a good time dying. I did. It was a most stirring, cumming experience."



Forest. Dense, thick. Yet the sound of a beach. Waves crashing. Sole was on
his back. Against a rock. Under a pine tree of some kind. His eyes focused
and he saw....standing over him...

French. Taller. Geurre's belly button amid a ring of tight abs. Sole saw
Geurre's stomach tense and mount a curved abby look. Thin rapier. Pointed
down right at Sole's own belly button...

TO BE CONTINUED...

WHAT IS HAPPENING?????



NOTES: don't know if anyone noticed but Cone was from Trio 3-A, Caliph was
from Trio 10 originally but returned in force in 11 and 12. Kai was from
Trio 2 as was the French boy Geurre. The dark one is the first victim Trio
killed in the series--in Trio 1 (they killed others before this but not in
the series--remember they were in this Violenza dimension for over a year
before Trio 1). Others were nameless victims or allies (Tetsuro was a monk
who helped Trio in Trio 2).