Date: Wed, 02 Jul 2008 09:27:33 -0400
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Subject: trio  59

Aoi smiled at all the dying and dead warriors, some straining upward as
they held long arrow shafts in their belly buttons. "How long will it take
for them all to die I wonder? Well, anyway, the ground will have enough
seed for the time being."

Sole shoved his sword deep into the lower belly of Rian. Rian's groan was
the only one left after a time.

"All dead?"  Pare called from the barn.

Aoi nodded, and looked at Sole stabbing Rian, "All dead..."

Pare put his hand out to the boy he hit off his shoulder, Gior, "C'mn?"

Gior looked at him, "No blood but that hurt."

"Oh don't be a baby, you were spoiling my aim," Pare grabbed the boy's
hand, bending and not waiting for him to take it. The boy stood up, "You
wanna get some of your clothes?"

"Yeah, in the house."

"I'll go with you. But first..."

"My brothers!"  Gior ran out.

Pare yelled after, "Wait for me!"  The pair ran out and around the back of
the barn. They saw the dead brothers, one hanging from the wheel his head
upsidedown. The other on the ground, a long spike of wood out his back, the
front of this spike which could not be seen.  The spinner warrior was still
alive and he looked at them, "Huh?"

Pare walked up to him, "You do this?"

The spinner gulped, "Not alone."

"Oh, well..."  Pare looked up in his face and as he did stuck a long jagged
knife he found into the spinner's belly button. "Not fatal...not yet..."
Pare took the body off his knife and set him aside. Then he gripped the
body of the oldest brother off the wheel and laid him down as gently as he
could, for the guy was a big man. Gior cried real tears. He looked
away. "Now...then..."  Pare took the blood covered wheel off the fence and
tossed it aside in horror and then disgust. It was held on by a thick metal
spike. It looked like an old railway tier point. "One good turn deserves
another...."  Pare grabbed the spinner, the knife still in him. He was
going to take his knife out, "Oh hell, what the hell, I have more
knives. I'll just leave it."


The spinner sucked air. "Let me live. I can tell you a lot of
info...rmationshunSHUNNNNNNN!"

"No thanks, whatever you know, I either don't need to or I can find out
myself, I prefer to take a spin."  Pare picked him up and lifted him, put
the guy's belly button against the wheel spike, "It's your turn!"  As he
came to the word TURN, Pare grabbed the guy's legs and spun him. The guy,
his navel stuck deep on the former wheel's spike, spun, the spike churning
against the knife in him. The guy spun once but the momentum made him fall
off after just this one spin. Pare smiled and saw the guy on the ground. He
took his sword out from his sheath and stabbed the guy in the button while
the lout laid on the ground. The guy groaned once and died. Pare went to
Gior, who cried. Pare hugged him close to him. They hugged for a long
time. "I'm sorry."

In front: Sole looked at Rian in the front of the barn near the wagon. On
the ground on his back, Rian gasped, "Just finish me quickly is all I ask."

Sole thought about it, "Okay....wait, hold still..."  Sole took his sword
and put hit in his back sheath. He took out a thinner sword, a rapier
really, "I always wanted to try this."

Sole cut the loin cloth. Rian felt the cold against his hottened
penis. Then the blade was in his stomach area.

"No just quickly what are...what are...ohhh, what are you doin?"  The guy
strained.

Sole got between the guy's legs. He leaned over and put the rapier into the
guy's bellybutton angling it a bit but then he straightened it out and went
down. "MMMMMM, hard body."

"Ohwwwwwwwoch! Just do me!"

"I wanted to try this for a long time..."  Sole held the rapier in but then
he leaned over and pulled the thick ridge of the guy's button, "And you
have just the thick manly macho belly button to try it with!"  He pulled
the ridge and the entire belly button and slid it up the sword somewhat!

"UHHHIOHNOAWWW!Ouch!!! Naw don do that! Don't do it!"

"Needs a bit more...I dunno," Sole let go and with his free hand whipped
out his knife and leaned over and cut a circle around the ridge of the
belly button, deep. He tossed the knife back into his sheath and pulled the
cut navel out, ridge and all!

"OHNO! AWWWWWEEEEEEEE!AEWWWWW!"  Rian felt the sword going in but his
button sliding upward. His navel cavity was being invaded but being pulled
up the sword. It made it difficult to tell what was stabbing what and the
feeling was tremendously cool. "OH COOLLLLLL! IT FEELS GRRRRRRRRRRRUNT
GREATTTahhhhhhhhfuck!"




Sole kept the button pulling up and the skin ripped a bit. The intestine
was pulled out and out and it was long. Sole tried not to break it as he
pulled it up the length of the sword almost to the hilt. He then let the
sword go down a bit into chunks of meat beneath. Rian jerked and jerked and
then shot rockets from his bursting cloth, it having been cut by Sole
before. Rockets whizzed so high Sole was sure they would hit the roof of
the barn. They made a whooshing sound too. Sole was amazed and looked
up. When he was sure the intestine would split from the body, Sole let go
with a free hand and undid his other sword too. Rian jerked as high as he
could go and then his muscled body looked even better, hard and tight. He
bounced back down to the ground and his legs bent at the knees again as he
tried to stand, in futile fashion. Sole leveled the thicker sword at the
point where the intestine left the body, not yet cut from it and he plunged
the sword where it did, like sticking a new belly button right through the
intestine!

"Oh that's sooo hot!"  Aoi said! "SO fucking hot! Do it again!"  Aoi jerked
himself, pulling his dick out and he made a fine lather and spread it all
over the pile of warrior flesh he just killed. "Damn hot! You are so
fucking fine, Sole!"

Sole jabbed the rapier down hard and let the other sword go in hard
too. Rian screamed and cam over his own belly and his dick then went limp
and he appeared to have huffed his last. Sole left the swords in him, Rian
intestine skinned all the way up the rapier to the hilt.  Sole's dick
spilled out from his loin cloth and shot loads into Rian's face. Rian's
wind let loose. Aoi came over to them and grabbed both swords, Sole facing
him. Aoi had Rian's belly skin in his hand as he touched one of the swords
where the intestine had been stretched up. Bending they kissed, Sole
kneeling over Rian's lower belly and hips. Aoi stood there and Sole stood
up again, Aoi sucked his dick over Rian. As Aoi did so he held onto the
swords and moved them around. Rian struggled and kicked. "Hey, I thought
you was dead, Irish."  Sole laughed. Metals rubbed each other in Rian's
still animated belly as he huffed out.

"Am now..." Rian finally died. His navel skin held by Aoi and stretched to
the max. Pain in two spots, which acted as one spot. The metals rubbed each
other in his belly.  Aoi and Sole had sex over and over again, atop Rian's
muscled body.

Gior came out of the main house wearing brown work boots, laced up and very
ragged denim shorts, open at the button so that a nice Vee was below his
hot navel. The legs were cut severely upward almost to the far upper
legs. And the back of the denim shorts were on his lower cheeks. He had a
large backpack strapped around one shoulder. Pare was behind him, "I...I'm
sorry."

"You didn't kill my brothers," Gior said, "In fact, you saved me."

"I did, didn't I?"  Pare puffed his chest out mockingly.

"Yup," Gior restated, "You did."

"Are you sure you won't stay here?"

"How? And run a farm by myself?"  They both remained silent for a moment,
awkwardly.


"No, I suppose...not."

"But first we must let the animals out, the cows, pigs, the bull, and
chickens...all of em. Some might even choose to stay here but the fences
have to be opened..."

"Okay," Pare said. "Let's hop to it."

"It won't take long," Gior ran ahead.

"Poor kid," Pare said as Aoi and Sole came up to him, now as dressed as
they were going to be. "We have to help him."

"He can come with us," Sole told them, "For a time."

"Great," Aoi puffed out, "Another boy."

"At least this one is older..."

Later as they walked with him from the barn to the wagon, Aoi, Gior, and
Pare leading horses to the wagon, Gior was talking non stop. Aoi repeated,
"Great another boy..."

"But at least he can take care of himself," Pare said through Gior's non
stop talking.

"I think I preferred the younger one, the one who NEVER TALKED!"  Aoi said
so Gior could hear even through his denial and nervousness.

Gior laughed, "I am sorry. I guess I'm just nervous."

"We don't normally want to ride horses, we don't feel it's fair but for
now...we know a village that could use all this food and water...well after
we three have had our fill and..."  Sole searched for words.

"And...take me in?"  Gior said.

"Sure will, they're nice folks," Sole said, "Native Americans, peaceful
ones, for once..."

Gior nodded, "I knew a lot of em back in Oklahoma...for a time...and..."
He went on another diatribe.

Aoi walked: "SIGH."  He jumped on his horse bareback; Pare gave the horse
he had to Sole and Sole jumped onto it. Pare watched, close by Gior as the
boy hitched one horse to the wagon. Pare jumped into the wagon and Gior
handed him reins.




Gior soon sat by Pare's side as they set out past the barn and into the sun
set. Gior snuggled up next to Pare, his head on his shoulder. Pare put an
arm around the kid and held the reins that way. Soon Gior fell asleep as
they rode.

Ahead of them, Aoi rode nearer Sole, "Pare's getting awfully close to that
boy. I hope..."

"He's not falling for him."

Aoi wondered, "Is that a question or a statement? No, don't, I know the
answer."  He sighed again.

They had to stop to sleep since darkness came swiftly. Gior and Pare slept
in the tent. Gior fell asleep as soon as he had all the horses tied to a
group of thick trees. Pare snuggled next to him and slept in the wagon. Aoi
and Sole laid down on some hay. "This is one of the first times if not the
first, that Pare hasn't slept with us."

"Jealous?"  Sole put an arm around him.

Aoi smiled wryly, "Yes if you must know."

"Oh, he's just being protective," Sole puffed, "I'm tired."

"Enough to go to sleep?"  Aoi asked.  Sole's head vanished to Aoi's
head...his lower head. "I guess I GAAA...GOT my answer. That is nice."  He
jerked. Sole sucked a thick, uncut Filipino cock!

"Mmmmmmmmmm."  Great sex followed.

By early morning, the wagon and the horses were on the path again. The sun
grew very hot again and the gang felt it as the wagon approached a wide
open area, a stretch between trees.

Aoi looked as Sole rode his horse up to him, "The boy still asleep?"

"Yeah," Sole squinted ahead. "This open area..."  Sole rode a little way
ahead, "I don't like it. This open area is good for an attack."

"No one's bothered us this whole journey," Aoi shrugged and put a hand on
his sword hilt. His horse seemed content enough too.

"That's what bothers me. It's never this long between trouble for us," Sole
grinned and took his horse ahead further ahead.




>From the trees came six warriors and a seventh rider. They rode quickly at
Sole. The first two wore brown wool vests, even in this heat. Nothing under
that. Deer skin loin cloths. They had slightly curved swords, not long, not
short, just enough to battle from a horse. The two behind them wore only a
one piece, loose fitting at the shoulders, tight around the middle and
sleeveless, blue material. Big boned bare shoulders.  The stomach area was
totally cut out bare so that the very muscled abs could be seen. It was a
sort of half circle. The one piece ended just below their dicks and around
to their butts. They were bare beneath. They had tiny horns on their dull
gray helmets. They held long straight swords. The next two were riding bare
back, totally bare and they had thick spears, thick in the middle and the
front but thin at the point on the end. They had long hair, blond on the
outside, thick black in the middle like a Mahican style haircut, only with
no hair cut off. All were totally hairless on the rest of their bodies. The
7th figure was an older man, maybe 40 and with a rounded helmet that had a
nose bridge cover. He was further behind and rode up as fast as he could
but he didn't reach the area in time.

Sole rode right up to the front two riders, one passed him and met
Aoi. Sole heard swords clanging against each other already. His hit the
rider in front of him. Sole saw curved hips and thick ab muscles beneath
that wool vest, which the rider eventually threw off as Sole hit his sword
again and again. The other set, the second two, came forward at Sole. The
first rider's horse reared up and came down. Sole held out his sword and in
such a way that it stuck right into the belly button of the first rider as
his horse came down. "Perfect!"  Sole jabbed it in some more as the man's
weight came down heavily. Sole then thrust out and the rider fell off his
horse, "Ride free horsey! Fine water!"  Sole turned to the two that were
near him now and he had some time holding off both their swords. Two horses
surrounded his own.

Aoi was wet all over as his horse held tight against the horse of the
second rider kicked up against it. Aoi was swinging wildly at the wool
vested rider. Or so he wanted the rider to think. The rider laughed
loudly. He was older than Aoi. "Good for a novice! Swing wild, young man!"
To Aoi, this man looked like a Hun, dark face, dark facial hair and strange
looking eyes. Dark skin all over. Tightly muscled. Thick legs. Aoi waited
for it. Waited. Waited. The Hun thought Aoi was a novice.

"Novice!" Aoi yelled as the Hun put his sword back and laughed, "I'll give
ya fair gameMMMMMMNNNNNN!"

Aoi's sword was in his belly. Deep. Aoi jerked his own head forward with a
sneer on it. His shoulders hung back and his chest was out.  "I'll show you
sloppy and wild. Novice, indeed, or rather in thick belly meat!"

Pare had turned the wagon, "Gior, wake up!!!!"  He yelled as he stopped the
wagon on a turn, kicking up dust and creating a dirt smoke. A veil of smoke
rose among the sun sheen across the area. Pare could see a body falling off
Aoi's sword point as the dying guy fell off his horse. Pare saw guts come
out too.

Aoi yelled, "Gotcha!"  The Hun fell.

"AOIIIIIIIIII! AHHNNNNNGOOOOOOG!"  The Hun fell.




Sole stabbed his sword into the belly button of the third rider, one of the
two in the blue one piece outfits. The guy jerked back so Sole could not
stab him deeper. Sole turned his sword away as the rider fell. He wasn't
trying to stab him yet...that would wait until later...he was trying to
block the fourth rider, the other blue wearing warrior. Instead of blocking
the other warrior, Sole's stomach took the blade. He winced in pain and the
point was in his hip, for at the last moment, despite the temptation to let
the point jab into his eager belly button, Sole turned his hip toward
it. At the same time, this warrior smiled, Sole drove his sword up into the
guy's belly button. Up, up and up. Then he swiveled it downward and the guy
fell, his intestines unraveling, caught on the sword. Sole jerked it
clean. He held his side as the two spear men rode at him. He held his sword
but knew he couldn't use it.

Aoi was infront of him now and looked at him but barely had time to
react. The spear of one of the riders came at his belly. He hit it out of
the way but an arrow zipped past him and hit the bare guy in the belly
button. Pare had grabbed Gior's bow and arrow.

Pare thought how good it was that he had had the boy remove each arrow from
the bellies of the rapists who attacked and killed Gior's brothers. Gior
had had a great time taking the arrows out of the belly meat...some hard
stomachs, some wet ones, some soft billowy ones. Gior liked it..maybe too
much. Smiles all over. Pare had helped him and both got a major rise out of
doing it.

Now Pare pulled the arrow back and shot. Pare's ribs stuck out, his belly
button stuck out along with it, almost its own arrow. His stomach, around
his navel, stuck way in. He let the arrow go. The arrow, long, whacked into
the last warrior, the one that Aoi was fighting. It hit his belly button
and the warrior fell off into the sand. The horses rode off. Aoi turned to
Sole and jumped off his horse. "You all right?"

Sole jumped off too. Despite wincing, he said, "Yeah, kill that one, he's
still alive."

The 7th warrior came up to them, "No wait! Wait!"

Gior picked his head up from the back of the wagon and saw, "Wait! Wait!
Don't! Don't! Wait! I know them!"

The warrior who was on the ground couldn't get off his back. Aoi had picked
up one of the fallen spears and jabbed it into his belly button. Aoi ripped
it down and ripped the blue material in half. It split and the guy's dick
popped out, uncut and squirting profusely. Aoi turned his spear to the new
rider. The new rider held his arms up, "No! We're friends!"

Aoi unstuck the guy and then planted it in the guy's button again and left
it there. He bent and found the other spear.

"I know them!"  Gior jumped to the front of the wagon seat but Pare had
dropped the bow and arrow, grabbed the boy to stop him, "No, let me
go. They are friends of mine. I know them!"

Pare looked at him, "Huh?"  He let go of Gior and as the boy scrambled down
the seat, Pare followed.

The 7th rider rode up, "Can I get down?"


"Yes," Aoi aimed his spear, "But be very, very careful."

Sole held his side, "It's not so bad."

"I can help heal it with this powder," the rider tried to reach for it.

Aoi yelled, "NO! Don't you move."

Gior came up to him and put his hand on the arm of Aoi, "Put it down. I
know him. He's not bad."

Behind them., Pare saw the spear in the last warrior moving as the belly of
the dying one moved. He gripped it with both hands and pulled it out slowly
but in the last moment, jerked it out so as to help the guy die faster
or...recover, which he wouldn't. The guy moaned loudly.

The 7th rider, jumped down from his horse effortlessly and with his hands
and arms up in the air. "I'm Attil."  His thick tied up footwear landed on
the ground.

Aoi dropped the spear and picked up his own sword, "How do you know them?"
He asked Gior.

"They used to stop at our farm and trade with us, even protected us at
times."

Pare used his foot to turn the guy onto his stomach. The stomach was ripped
beyond repair. Pare knew he would not recover now. The guy tried to reach
for Attil. He moaned and gasped. Pare watched impassively. He was not
getting pleasure from this, this time. At least he thought he
wasn't. Beneath his own loin cloth, his dick was hard as rock and rising
even more than ever before. Pare uncurled his foreskin to let the dick out.

"We wanted to leave warriors there," Attil said, "Can I?"  He nodded to his
own arms and hands.

Aoi nodded and Attil lowered them. He took out a powder and came over to
Sole. Before Sole could react, Attil looked at him and touched his side
with the powder. Sole yelped a bit as Attil rubbed it on and then in. Aoi
said, "That better work."

The dying one crawled a bit toward Attil, his arms and hands reaching
out. No one bothered to look at him. They had better things to discuss.

"It will. I'm sorry we came upon you as we did but we...we thought you
stole that wagon," Attil nodded as he bent under Sole to see what he was
doing. Attil looked at Sole and smiled, "Nice body."

"Who are you?"  Aoi frowned.

"I'm one of the sons of Attila the Hun. Just before...there done..."  Attil
stood up, "Just before he died, he was whisked here..."

The crawling dying one felt his belly tear some more as he sledged toward
his leader Attil. "Owwwww! Ohhhhohoh. Nnnnnngarg."  Then he lay still, his
head finally resting in the dirt. Pare stared at him.

Aoi's lip curled a bit as he thought, "Fight us huh?"

"So then you and these men were..."  Sole realized.

Gior looked at Sole and then back at Pare and back again to look at Aoi,
"You just killed six of my friends..."

TO BE CONTINUED...