Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2008 07:42:39 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  54

Hivac faked a sneeze and suddenly Onoff's arm moved Aoi from dead center to
the bottom, the full bottom. The knife jerked into Aoi's flat, nice Asian
belly. Aoi winced and shut his eyes, "NOHHHH!"  He bent over but Onoff kept
pressing the arm down.

"I win! That's it, dude, you've had it, you're done for! Dead! DEAD YA HEAR
ME!"  Onoff suddenly rose up, the red straps falling off him and he raised
both his hands, "I win! All youse! Hear it, he'd thought he'd had me but I
beat him dead! Stuck em right in that yellow Chink A Dink navel of his!
Smooth body on both of us! Yeah, boIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

Aoi's head jerked back as he tried to stand the pain. He jerked it forward
onto the table. His wrestling hand could not come off the table due to the
contraption. The other hand fell off the table to his side as his head came
to rest on the table, eyes remaining shut. Blood came from his mouth.

Several things happend at once. The thump of Aoi's head onto the table drew
Pare's attention. Even though Aoi had been as quiet as he could in his
dying, knowing full well it would distract his two friends from their death
game and make them lose...Pare still saw the movement of Aoi's head onto
the table and knew he was dead.  Pare turned his head away from his battle
and with this, Marco took this chance and shoved the arm downward, holding
Pare's hand. The knife jammed hard into Pare's belly button but he had
enough time to hold his arm from meeting the table. His wound, he thought,
was survivable.

At the same time, Onoff was continuing his victory chant despite people
telling him to shut up. Blade moved near to him, almost shoulder to
shoulder and withdrew a long bayonet from his side holster, "SHAD UP!"  He
held it with the point and blade sticking out from the pinkie side of his
hand and he downswung it from his hip but up swung it, non stop into
Onoff's belly button. Onoff bowed as it plunged in.

"OHNOonONOFF!"

Blade laughed, "Sayin your own name? Isn't that a bit conceited."  He
quickly withdrew the bayonet and Onoff grasped his wounded belly button and
sank to his knees. Blade didn't pay attention to him as he fell in a loud
huff. "Doesn't that guy do anything silently."  Well, maybe he did pay him
alittle attention. Blade turned to see Justino cumming out of his loin
cloth and the cum hit the underside of the table top, beneath the table. It
dripped. Justino bowed as the knife embedded deeper into his navel. Then he
did something different. He stretched so that his abs could try to
withstand it. This made the pain greater. Blade laughed. He turned to see
Pare losing. "I bet on him! No fair using that idiot friend of yours to
distract..."


Marco laughed, "Whatever works, man!"

"Right!"  Blade grabbed the arms, which were locked in tight combat. He
swung them far the other way, away from Pare's side and down...slam dunk
down, "Slam dunk, right!"

The knife quickly jutted straight on into Marco's anxious and tight belly
button. "AIIIIEEEEE! HN-HHH! AH! UH! HNG! AH-NF!"  As it stuck him deep and
hard, his dick, under the table and already out of his leg hole, was
straight out, shot a large wad of cum across at Pare's waiting belly
button.  "Agh! OGH!"  Marco shook in the seat and shivered and moved.

Now Pare, who had the knife sticking him in his belly button, thought,
"NICE!"  But suddenly when Blade did his move, the knife came out quickly
and made him feel a whole lot of nothing in his stomach hole but pain. His
dick out from under his loin cloth shot at Marco from under the table
too. The cum flew past Marco's cum and landed on Marco's impregnated belly
hole."G-GHH!!"

"HN-HHH! Aieeh-Hahh!!" Marco groaned and moaned and tried to move every
which way to get loose but he was held tight in his chair!

Blade looked under and saw the shots continuing, "CUM-TINUE, LADS! Fuck!
PUMP THAT JUICE, BOYS!!!!"

 Blasting the table from underneath, cum from both boys jammed up from in
between the wooden slots and shot up to rain up from the table. "OWWW!"

Putting his free hand below his own skimpy Native American loin cloth and
jerking, Blade laughed, "Ugh! Hot quim!"

"HN!"  Pare recovered his breath, "Cut me loose, Blade!"

"Yeah, of course," Blade laughed and got behind Pare to see his torso
dripping with sweat and Marco's cum. Marco's head tottered and fell onto
the table. Blade used his knife to cut the straps free and he broke the
wooden contraption on Pare.

Hivac shrank into the corner again, "Interference. I call foul!"

Then he looked down at the knife in his hand and kicked the chair out from
under Pare. Blade bear hugged Pare from behind and took his knife and
pressed it in between his hands, point out and into Pare's now innie belly
button. "DIE!"

"Hugh-H!!!"  Pare gasped, "You...yuugggggghhhh!! HUH? You were on our
sidaaaaahhh!"




Blade swung Pare around as he pressed, "I'm on the side that suits me,
kid. Which ever, ahhh,ha ha, feel it, I can feel it it's in you so damned
good. I take whichever side gets me the most killin. I love to slay! I love
it, ya hear me! I'm in it for me! I don't care who I hurt as long as I
hurt!"

"You fucker! You're the....owwwahhhharffcgarf! You're the one who killed
Simon! I remember now! You suck! You don't have any loyalty!"  Pare got mad
and hardened his stomach muscles again, even feeling the eight inches of
knife in his guts and through him. He threw his head back and head butted
Blade, who's head fell back. Pare grabbed at the knife in his belly and saw
Blade's hands let go so he elbowed Blade behind him. Pare quickly unstuck
himself and turned and stuck the knife right in Blade's bellybutton. Pare
let go and backed off, holding his own gut.

Blade stretched, "AHHHHHHHHH! Yeah baby! I get what I want, you die!"
Blade took out his sword again and as Pare ran at him, Blade struck into
Pare's butchered belly and cut everywhich way! With the knife still in
Blade, Blade stabbed at Pare but Pare grabbed the knife hilt and
shoved. The two leaned in on each other and hugged. Pressing.

Hivac saw Justino losing and knew the point of the knife would soon kill
the Italian. From his corner Hivac floated. Sole had his head down as he
rammed their two hands down and smashed the table! The knife went into
Justino all the way and the wooden pole attached to it was all that could
be seen now as the knife fully was in Justino. "WHAT?"  Hivac yelled. He
waved his hand and the table fixed itself. "YOU! BLADE, YOU ARE ON MY SIDE!
DO WHAT I SAY AND YOU'LL HAVE AS MANY BELLY POKING PARTNERS AS YOU WANT!
OVER HERE!"

Blade watched Pare sink down for the last time and he laughed. He then
leaned over his own belly. But as he did so he moved over to Sole's
table. Sole's head was up and he struggled to get free of the chair he was
strapped to. "Blade! Help me!"

"No, it doesn't suit me!"  Blade yelled, "I'm dying, Hivac so unless you
can...fuck....! Unless, you can heal me, don't waste..."

"Do it!"  Hivac looked and put his arms around Justino's frame. Bony and
nice he thought. Justino could feel the demon boy's dick coming through the
back of his chair, there was an opening there and into his
asshole. Pumping. Squiring red demon juice into him, so much that it
dripped out his ass and onto the floor in a bright red puddle. Hivac waved
a finger and Sole's hand went back around Justino's. "Be as one, lover
boys!"

"Don't do it, Blade! You're our friend!"

"I don't even know you!"  Blade laughed.

"But you said you..."




"I KNOW!"  Blade gripped both arms, still locked together and shoved them
Sole's way and then back the other way. This had the effect of making the
knife on Justino's side, embedded in his navel, come out and Sole's knife
now far from him, quickly enter his navel...his bare belly unsuspecting and
out fully as he strained to get free of the straps.

"IO! FUCK!"  Sole got the full force. Blade did this again and again and
again. Justino got it. Then Sole. Back and forth Blade moved the arms and
each time, the knife struck the other boy. Until Blade himself expired
across the table. Sole was left with the knife in his belly button and he
laid across Blade's back as Hivac waved his hands to let the straps come
off.

Before Sole died, he took his mouth off Blade's tanned back, "ZIW!"

"FUN!"  Hivac laughed as Justino's limp bony body fell into his own
front. Hivac removed it from him by letting it drop and taking his dick out
of Justino's ass, a long line of red cum parting as he did. From dick to
asshole. "Dead!"

Hivac laughed. But someone, he didn't know who, had taken a long pitchfork,
like a farmer uses and stabbed it into his stomach. His thriving, pumping
navel hole now got the center piece into it. It squeezed to try to hold it
in.  Then the holder of the pitchfork turned it and made mush soup out of
Hivac's entire belly area and then pushed the entire mess away. The forks
came out Hivac's smooth back, upsetting the purple cape.

Wiz was the one who did this, "Be gone all of you defeated enemies of old!"
They vanished. The room drizzled from night to day.

Still in the desert border and under a thin tree, Trio slept. Unusually for
them, they were apart, not far, but not touching. Wiz appeared to them as
in a dream. Each of Trio though they saw an angel. A gorgeous creature. At
first there subconscious made them think they were in Heaven but they
realized with all they killed, they might deserve to be in the other
place. The image standing over them against the sun's glare came into
focus. His hair glistened sparkly, his skin was golden peach, fleshy but
tight. He had a pierced nipple with a nipple ring of red-gold on his right
nipple and his hair was spiky yet thicker than when they last saw him.  In
back, instead of his long braid his hair flowed between his fine shoulder
blades. Around his right arm, he had a tattoo set of two swords meeting
each other, the points touching on his upper biceps. He was youthful and
yet not totally innocent. Something told Trio they knew him and could trust
him. He seemed younger but was more experienced in the more magical things
of this world. The boy's eyes glistened yellow in the pupils. Though the
hair was sparkling somewhat yellow and even silvery, there were black and
brown highlights down the entire length. A feathery ear ring hung from his
right and left ears, a knife pendant hanging from each.  He wore ankle
bracelets with the figures of a white cat and a black cat. Covering his
groin was a small circular target covering, blue and white with a kind of
red sun design on it.  Held on by seeming string, far below a navel offset
into a fine smooth belly. That navel looked as if someone had stuck it up
into the skin and it went up a bit too far in the kid but the navel stuck
in and out, a fine ridge that made it look like a ravioli. This time he did
not wear his cape.




"Listen my friends, listen well, for there is great evil afoot."  He pursed
his lips together and put his hands on his hips. His eyes darted from side
to side. "What you are experiencing is not real. Dead enemies are not
real. You killed them once. They have not returned. Someone else is behind
this. Or some thing. Remember you do not have to fight them. They cannot
really hurt you."

He noticed dried sticky cum on the bellies of each of Trio. Along with
that, their bright, dripping navels contained new cum. They were slowly
moving as if they were dying, being stabbed in their buttons or tortured in
their buttons. Carefully, their bodies came to rest at ease with Wiz's
words.

Wiz began to say, "I will try to free you totally from this evil and
powerful magic but I do not know if I will be able to alone..."

"That's all they needed to hear," someone said.

"Then we strike at THIS BOY!"  Another hissing voice spat.

"Yes," the other voice intoned, lower and more intoned with evil, if that
were possible. For both beings were intensely evil.

In that sunshine, a hazy outline of a form appeared. It seemed to be a
human male. Translucent. It was a Native American floating above the
four. Between trees. It came down toward them but the moccasins did not yet
touch the sandy floor. When they did the figure solidified more: it was a
male about 17. He had long silky hair down to the middle of his back. more
bushy to the sides almost feathered in the late 70s early 80s style. His
lite brown eyes were far apart and this, along with his high cheekbones and
flat nose, made him exceedingly handsome. He had broad shoulders but it was
his chest that was his best feature: it was well defined, almost barrel but
not quite. He had thick dark nipples, his left one had a piercing: a small
wooden replica of an Indian spear with the spear head pointed in to the
other nipple. His stomach had the usual curves along the sides, giving it
that ironing board effect but it wasn't overly muscular. In its center
between two bony and strong hips, stretched flat along the stomach was a
navel. This navel was more horizontal and yet rounded on the sides. There
was a large ridge on top but none on the bottom. A swirl made the design go
upward into the navel up to the ridge. It was large and swirled upward. The
ridge covered it. His sturdy and well developed legs steadied him as he
landed. Around one ankle there was a leather rope tied to a feather. Around
his upper thigh was another on the opposite leg.

"Kiko! And in the same body! That would mean you have help!"

"Correct!"  Another form appeared. Red pupils which grew to fill the whole
eye. A very bare boy, who wore a scarlet and black cloak with red hood over
his scarlet hair and not much else bar some short red boots. His feathery
hair seemed pointed to a straight out point this time.

"Demnos! I should have known!"



Both Kiko and Demnos floated over the trees and over Trio and Wiz.


Demnos smiled pointed teeth, greenish and white.  "I have much plans for
Trio!"  His skin looked sunburnt red.

"Kill them!"  Kiko said.

"And him...but them...it is so much more satisfying to do it this way and I
have more in store for them then even they imagined."  Demnos said in a low
hiss. His voice, however, seemed to echo.

"Well," Wiz took his hands off his hips and pointed with both hands, "They
know the truth now. The won't be fooled any longer no matter what spells
the two of you put over them for sleep and dream nightmares...and..."

"You are the fool, little one," Kiko laughed, "I am so glad I killed all
your boy tribe and left you untouched...you make me laugh aloud."

"You couldn't touch me," Wiz said, "But you tried many a time."

Kiko dropped his smile. Demnos pointed his hands at Wiz, "They know so now
you can go!"  Kiko joined and pointed his spear at Wiz. Fire of red, white,
yellow, scarlet, and black came from them. Wiz back flipped and the blasts
destroyed a large rock infront of him. He back flipped again as their fire
followed him. He stopped and looked afraid. They laughed. Wiz looked
around. Another blast came at him, another volley of fire. Wiz cartwheeled
away from the explosion. "Come now Kiko, I didn't keep you revived from the
dead in this body so you can wimp out on me. I need a balance to kill him!"

Kiko yelled and fired. A huge blast hit near Wiz but Wiz vanished. After
the flame left, Wiz was gone. But he wasn't. He was behind a larger
boulder, hiding. He watched them from the rock. Kiko laughed, "Dead."

"No," Demnos said, "Not dead. But he will not return. Not alone and not
before we can exact our revenge on Trio and I can get my power from
them. Imagine me with Trio's power in me. I will not only have the magic
but I will have the images of their faces and their ability to sword fight
so I can use it myself and pass it on to others...to kill!"

"That's their plan," Wiz whispered. He vanished.

Sole stirred. He stretched. "Ohhhh, I'm still tired."  He looked at Aoi who
was also waking up, "Nice way to start the morning, aye, Aoi?"

Aoi looked down at the cum on his belly as it lopped and rolled down,
piling into his belly button. He looked embarrassed and angry in no
time. "Huh?"

"I usually get enough action during the day to not have this happen," Pare
smiled as he awoke.




"Uh oh! We've got trouble..."  Sole said as he stood and pulled Aoi up with
his left hand.

Rosado.  5'7 Italian Rosado, who once sported baby fat belly. Now, older,
he was heavily built and with a large expanse of hairless belly between his
hips but a muscled one, one with a VERY large navel, very innie and deep
with a closer up section on the bottom that looked like a rolling hill. He
had light blue eyes and long dark eyelashes on a very handsome boyish and
manly face. An almost square jaw but a sensitive look. He had a small nose
and large sensuous lips. Rosado wore a thick pair of gray sweat shorts,
hung very low on his hips and even lower under his belly button. A kind of
rough cut look on the top of the sweat shorts. His washboard was thick, as
were his obliques. His weapons...a long thin spear and a short thick sword
with a point that has a lower point, carved. He also had pointed Chinese
stars on his shorts and black boots like a motorcycle rider. "My guns are
ready," he said as he touched his own biceps on each side.

"Oh no, not again," Sole said, "We killed them already. I think it's not
real. An illusion or just a dream of some kind."

Fuk. Fuk was older than Sole, very broad shoulders and back, very ripped in
all his muscles. He seemed to lead the group but had his eyes shut. His
long black hair was silky and he wore a white bandana tied at the back and
only a white cloth over his privates. In his hands was a long hilted, long
thick sword. He held it as if he were praying with it or maybe praying to
it. He had a flat stomach, tiny waist, muscled with a rippling belly
button. Sole once killed him.

Ollo. Olive skinned kid with black hair on bottom and top seemed moca brown
like the wood brown of a fine furnished desk. He had a medium sized sword
point. A semi outtie with not much of a ridge below and a very, very slight
one above and killer brown eyes.

Degan. A deep innie with a beauty mark inside on a tentacle. His friend had
longer hair but just over his ears, which were almost as small as his cute
nose. He had natural brown hair to his neckline in back and shorter in
front. On the very top of his straight hair was a streak of blond. A sword
just like his friend Ollo. "I want to kill Aoi--he's the one who made us
kill each other."

Ollo smiled, "Felt good. Man. I want his sword in my button."

"No you don't!"  Demnos whispered, floating close to his ear but invisible
to Trio.

"And Blade again," Pare said, "That traitor! Made believe he was our
friend!"

"Heh heh," Blade said as he gripped a bayonet and a Native Indian spear.

"Not a friend. Just cares about himself," Sole said, "We have these guys'
numbers."

Kiko called to Demnos, "They won't kill Trio. They need some spirit to do
that, they need their souls.  They don't have their souls. Their souls are
in...hell."

Demnos appeared behind a tree as Kiko floated down to him. "SO," Demnos
lost control as he yelled but regained control immediately "... and if they
fail, I have my real bodies with their real souls in them..."  Suddenly
standing near a grove of trees, eyes wide open, stares blank, were Aaron,
Percival, Christo, and Evan. They had various weapons in their hands. Their
wounds had been healed by Demnos previously. "And these are Trio's friends,
how much better to have them against their friends, who they will have to
kill even after being glad to have seen them alive..."  Demnos laughed
loudly and Kiko louder. Then the demon boy realized it was too loud. Demnos
covered Kiko's mouth, having to reach up.

Sole thought he heard something, "Hear that? Voices?"

"Forget hearing, we have a major battle on our hands...."  Pare was itching
to stab someone.

"No," Aoi said, "It's not real. Somehow it's making us not wake up."

"Right," Sole said, "So if we just let them kill us without
fighting...maybe, just maybe we'll wake up."

Aoi nodded, "So we try it? I mean we let them kill us without putting up a
fight?"

TO BE CONTINUED...


TRIO 53 NOTES: I forgot to add notes to 53 so here they are: Justino,
Rosado, and Onoff are from Trio 30 where they mocked gays and Trio until
they bit the dust as Trio's swords bit their belly buttons in 31; evil
Hivac is the less powerful demon brother of demon Demnos--who is evil and
the more kindly The Seer--all of them triplets; Blade is the time traveler
from the future from a short 3 part story that featured him and who
appeared in Trio in 37; Marco was killed by Pare in 19.

Now for TRIO 54 NOTES: Demnos is from TRIO 19--the Seer's evil triplet
along with evil Hivac, Kiko is from TRIO 5-a spirit who inhabits bodies so
he can kill, Rosado is from TRIO 30--a partner of Justino and Onoff. Wiz is
from TRIO 4. Fuk is from episode 20. Ollo and Degan from 19.  Even though
they died in various battles, Aaron, Evan, Percival, and Christo (all began
in the cell in 20) were brought body and soul back to life by Demnos in
45. Christo died in 30 and 30-A (via flashback), Aaron died gloriously in
32. Percival died in 43 and was laid off Pare's sword in 44. Evan died in
42, killed by Ivo.  Aaron, Evan, Percival (even though he was a frightened
misguided traitor), and Christo were Trio's friends in their cell. Phew
again!