Date: Mon, 14 Jul 2008 09:05:57 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  72

At the mixed Native camp, Ran came out of the tent of the old chief. He
watched as tall boys carried dead bodies of little ones, arrows still in
their little tummies. Other boys, smaller, gathered together to lift the
older teens who were dead, spears jutting from stomachs, sometimes pairs of
spears, mostly just one spear. A large hole was dug. Ran moved over to the
tent where Aoi was watching Chokese die. Before his last words, Chokese
told Aoi about the twins, "I was wrong. Not everyone dead. The twins are at
their camp but may be dead now."  Chokese then told Aoi he loved him and
then he stirred no more. Aoi just watched. His tears were dry now. Ran came
in.

Ran nodded, "I...I..do you want me to..."

Aoi frowned, "No, I'll take care of him."  They stared for a long time.
Chokese's penis erect, cam all over the place. Then it just limped
following Chokese into death. A small fountain dribbled down the thick
uncut cock. Which had flopped out of the pink pouch. "He was a brave one,
you know. Bravest."

Ran nodded, "I know. I would be proud to be half as brave."

Aoi stared at Chokese some more, then turned to Ran and looked him up and
down. "I think you already are."  Ran put a hand on Aoi's back. "Now, what
did you come here for?"

"The clean up goes well, unfortunately o nly the chief is alive. No one
else."

Aoi shrugged, "So what?"

"He told me the same thing Chokese told you. Romulus and Remus are at the
enemy camp. The Apache camp. They're still alive."

"We don't know that."

"Yes, yes, we do. The old one said that Winsa, the fucker who lead this
attack and is their chief, wants them as some kind of...of sex toys...boy
toys or something. Then he'll kill them."

Aoi picked up a spear, "Then we go, go to get them back. And this time...it
is we who will leave NONE alive."

"Uh, except the twins," Ran said.

Aoi smacked his arm off playfully, "Of course, the twins, they're on our
side."  The pair went out of the tent, "Now, we must tell Sole..."

"But he wasn't behind us any longer."


"What? Now what?"  Aoi turned to look up the cliffside, "Why is it me?
Where is he?"

"I don't know but we can go..."

"No, he'll show up soon and I hope Pare will too!"

Sole found tracks from those who must have killed Gior, Masi, and Scott.
"I'm an Indian tracker now!"  He declared himself. To himself. He put
feathers he found on the ground in his hair. They were of all colors. They
hung loosel y. He watched the ground, bent down, "Or is that a tracker who
is an Indian tracking Indians or...oh good grief..."  Sole looked ahead and
saw broken bits of leaves and wood from plants. Trees. He left the group
which was heading back to the campsite. He tracked onward and saw the
tracks leading to a crossway between two giant rock sides of more giant
rock mountainsides. He crossed into the area and saw the tracks pick up on
the other side. But there was an Apache there, standing, facing the other
way as he saw a war party returning. Sole came up to the warrior, put his
hand over his mouth from behind and whipped his knife into the guy's
stomach from behind by reaching around and jabbing it in hard. The guy
almost fell, trying to scream but Sole's hand covered the mouth and stifled
it. Sole used this hand and his knife to hold the body up but also by
pressing his whole body into the back of the Apache's body was he able to
keep the taller warrior up. He had to make sure this one was silenced.
Sole stabbed in one long motion until he was sure he felt the tip of his
own knife out the guy's bare muscled back and tipping onto his own nice
belly button. Sole watched as the body dropped. Callously, he moved on.

Finally, he came to a more densely wooded area and crawled on his hands
and knees, then got lower onto his elbows. He ended up at a clump of woods
which seemed to have a part for bodies to pass through. He threw himself to
the side and looked inward. Inside and beyond was a large open area just
down a small hillside. Another guard. Another covered mouth, another belly
stripped of its belly button from the outside.

Sole pressed the knife in deep. He pushed his torso up against the body and
put his face to the back of the long braided hair. Smelled good as though
it was just shampooed. His dick spat upward as the Apache struggled, his
backside snuggling against Sole's crotch. Sole kept him quiet with his hand
over the mouth. This one struggled more than the other one. It made Sole
hot. He cam in the guy's butt and wiggled free, making sure he stabbed this
one deep enough to sever his life. Again, he felt the life ease out of this
one's body, lifting almost. The Native seemed to stand on tippy toes and
then go limp. Sole let his mouth go and the Native sighed lowly and died.
Sole let him drop slowly and rubbed his chest with is hand. Sole's dick
went limp as the Native dropped past it but then as the feel of the body
passed, it went hard immediately once more. Sprang to life.

Sole hid this body in the brush. Then he had time to watch. He noticed
Apaches in great numbers. Most were men and boys. There were a few females
too but they seemed to pick up and leave at the command of the chief, who
kept calling himself Winsa. He noticed Winsa and his warriors and warriors
in training had just returned. And then he went wide eyed. He saw, tied
over a horse, the two twin Navajos from his own camp, the "mixed" peace
camp. Sole wondered if he could save them now. Then he realized, "I think I
need more numbers. Two will do. Aoi and Pare."

Pare was putting the arrow into the three inch belly button of Victo. It
took all night but he would make Victo experience as much pain as Gior
had. With his fingers he held the fleshy outer core of the button while
with the other hand his fingers pressed the thin arrow in and in and in. It
was now about two and a half inches in. Victo gulped, "It hurts but..."

"But what..." Pare put his chin up into Victo's face.

"It's not so bad as I thought it would."

"That's cause it's not in your innard area, kid," Pare thrust, "Just a half
inch more."

Gero was still on the ground and whimpering. "I have... have to, have
to...have to kill him."

"Give it up, Gero," Pare said, "Or whatever your name is."

"Gero, you coward, get up and help me!"  Victo gasped, his body leaning
against the wood of the tree. His back felt the wood pressing. His front
felt the bare bony hips of Pare pressing into him but the belly Pare had
was tight, taut, and well toned. "OHHHHH I feel it! I feel it!"

Pare pressed the arrow point in and in and in. "Threee inches and countin!"
Pare smiled and breathed in close to Victo's handsome face. Victo's bell
rounded belly took it all in. Pare's hand could feel the roughness of the
innards as the arrow, now almost totally engulfed by the wormy tunnel like
belly button outtie, pushed in. "Yeah, feel it. Feel the lack of mercy I
give to you as you gave non to Gior!"

Victo felt the arrow jab into his inner belly, the belly button, if it had
been innie, would have felt this already and he'd be dead if he had an
innie. "I can take it. I'm tough! I'm rough!"

Smiling nastily at this, Pare slowly moved it in, "Yeah?"  and then jabbed
it in with a quick jerk in.

"OWWWWWWW!"  Victo cried, shut his eyes again, and threw his head down, "OH
NOOOOO!OAF! FRURURFUCK!"  He moved his head back and forth up and down,
side to side. Pare moved his head to the side a bit as he looked at
Victo. He put his head to Victo's cheek, cheek to cheek and he licked
Victo's handsome face.

Pare smiled and slowed the arrow down some more, "Sorry, musta slipped
there."

Gero yelled, "Oh just kill him and be done with it!"

"You shut up!"  Pare said, "You're next so you wa nt me to get on with it
now that ya know that?"  Gero collapsed and cried. "I thought not."  Gero
bent up in a ball.


"Oh justststststsstt, forgive mm..mmmeeee," Victo said.

"Okay, I will," Pare nodded, "I forgive you."  He stuck the arrow in so
that the end of it, the feathery part was almost gone up the end of the
belly button hole, which bled somewhat. "But I don't forget and I will have
my revenge on you, you dog!"  Pare shoved now and shoved. Ever so slowly.
The arrow vanished into the stiff belly button, making the button a
tighter, stiff arrow. Pare played with it and watched it sag a bit and then
his own dick hit it and so did Victo's dick. Three stiffies rising. Victo
put his hands on the belly button and held it. He was let go by Pare. Pare
stood back to watch. "Nice! You die well, coward."

Victo looked at his navel which was now the arrow for it was totally in
him. "I...I...I..."

"Is that all you do is think about yourself, macho man?"  Pare smiled. He
took Victo's arm and lead him away, past Gero, who didn't watch. He lead
Victo to a few other trees on the edge of the cliffside. Pare looked at
him.

"Uh....uh....noah! No. Nah, it feels so fuckin good! So good! I'm cumming!
Cumming man!"

"First time isn't it?

"Yeah! I love it! IIIIIIIIIIIIIASYEYEYEYEYEYEYEYEYEYEYEYE!OH YES!SAHHHH!"

Pare smiled and reached up to a larger tree branch and clung to it. He
jumped up and used both booted feet to kick the belly button hold of
Victo. He made sure he kicked the arrow into Victo so hard that it was
beyond the three inch belly button. It stuck in deep and Victo stumbled
backward. "No! Don't let me fall! I wanna enjoy thisssssssssssssahhhhhhhh!
Some moreeeeeemork! Mork!"

"And Mindy! Give em my regards when you go into space or maybe not!"  Pare
kicked hard again and Victo stumbled backward and fell off the cliff.

Tumbling, Victo grabbed the bellybutton worm he had and shoved it into
himself, not sure what to do but he didn't want to feel the splatt of the
boulders hitting him as he landed. He died when he hit but when he did, his
dick exploded in a white cloud of pleasure just as his button hit the rock
first and the arrow came out his back FULLY!!! Victo was no more.

"NOW!"  Pare looked over, "That's a real landon...not like Mike Landon. Hee
hee."  He turned to Gero, "Now," he ran back to Gero, "Now, the problem is
what to do about Gero."  He lifted the boy up by the arms. The boy had
tears running down his face. Pare moved to the tree where Nimo died, Nimo
still stuck there, hanging limply and his body t rying to give in to
gravity. Letting go of Gero, Pare moved to Nimo's body and flung it off the
tree, "This way?"

As he turned his back to Gero, Gero scrambled to find the fallen bow of
Nimo and picked it up. He found another arrow on the ground and put it
in. He pulled it, his ribs sticking out, his washboards sucking in. His
chest out, nipples ready for action. "I ain't never kilt no body but I will
now!"

Pare turned and in a flash was on Gero. He grabbed the bow and arrow and
turned it on Gero's thick belly, sort of bell shaped with the button
occupying and monopolizing the entire belly.  A large outtie which looked
like someone just pinched together the skin on the outside of the boy's
belly and tightly brought two folds of skin together and let it go at
that. There was a slight indent above the raw top of the outtie and it
looked almost like a second navel but it wasn't. It was too bumpy to be an
innie and was a sort of fake outtie just above the real overlong outtie.
Beneath was a bit of a bump in and then out again. Not smooth but
hairless. Now it too had an arrow in it. A thin flint rock on the end of
the arrow, pushing slowly into the button. Pare had the bow tight and back
and then he looked, "Gero!"  He pushed Gero back to the tree where Victo
had been stuck. "Which way do you wan' it, Gero, slow or fast!"


"I don't know! I don't know! I don't know! I just wanted to kill
someone!"

"Bad day for it," Pare said, "I'm gonna give you more than I gave your
friend there."

"Victo..."

"Victo!"  Pare spouted, "You have a choice...make it or I will!"

"I...I can't! I can't! I just joined the war party today!"

"Bad timing!"  Pare smiled and pulled the arrow back some more. Gero made
his stomach move back as far as it could, shutting his eyes and sucking
in. If it was a quick shot, he'd be dead but if not...

Pare moved the arrow on the bow a bit and it moved, the head point moving
at Gero's button. Slowly, ever so slowly, Pare let it go a bit more, bit by
bit. Gero opened one eye. "Please...please, have mercy!"

"I do. Tell me about your tribe!"  Pare moved the arrow head in some more.

"No!"

"If I let this go now, it'll rip right thru ya!"  Pare smiled, "Maybe you
wan' that, huh, muchacho?"

"I..."  It was true. Gero was hard from seeing his two friends slain in
their belly buttons. Now he wondered what it would be like. He kept his
stomach in but the arrow came up and met it. He sucked in some more,
letting the button move away fr om the arrow flint rock point. It
followed. He sucked in. He couldn't suck in any more. The arrow bit in. It
burned. Pare let it go some more. Pare was strong and he was pulling and
holding the arrow. His own stomach was in and his own outtie protruded.
Gero looked at it. He gulped. "You...yo' r' hot...."


"Flattery..will get you no where, just as flattening your belly will get
you no where either, just maybe a longer death!"  Pare let it go and the
arrow went in some more. The flint head point was in and the bottom of the
rock was seen.

Gero looked at it and saw his dick rising, "I never killed. I never even
had sex or orgasm....I..."

"You will now. One of those anyway, not both...."

Gero gasped, "No! Don't you ever get tired of doing this?"

"NAW!"  Pare let it go a bit faster and the rock delved all the way
in. Gero screamed. He jerked back. Then he tried to jerk forward. "UH UH!
No you don't!"  Pare let the arrow go almost fully. It stuck into Gero's
belly as he folded his body forward. It jerked him back but he fell over
the top of the arrow and then Pare snapped, "Whad the hell!"  He pulled the
arrow back out of Gero as he strung it again and then...

"You're gonna let me live! I'm only wounded....badly but I can....9 D

And then Pare let the arrow loose fully. It whizzed RIGHT INTO Gero's belly
button and Gero was thrown against the tree. Stuck to the tree now by
it. His dick leapt some more and shot a huge wad of ropes, over and
over. His lower half jerked and he thought he would shoot his lower half
off of himself, it burned so much. He thought his bottom was exploding into
a fire and in a sense it was. He shook and more and more shot off into the
air. Pare caught a clump in his hand.

"Mmmmmm, virgin cum," Pare licked it a bit and then putting it to his
mouth, swallowed it all. "I take your seed."

"MORE!!!!"  Gero looked at the sky and then at Pare and then down. His head
sagged, his arms dropped, his legs left the ground, the arrow kept him
propped to the tree. He let out all his air. Pare nodded, "That's the way
to live and to die, virgin boy."

 Pare turned, "What a show you guys put on. N' you'll stay here for the
vultures, you bastards. Hang with the hommies, Gero, and this is what you
get, hung. Hung by your belly button, fucker boy."  Pare threw the bow and
arrow down. Gathering what weapons he could, Pare started back. He looked
at the bow and arrow and decided to take those too. "Spoils of war."  Pare
didn't look back. "Good riddance to bad rubbish."

Sole watched the camp of the Apaches for a long time but then he decided to
return to his own camp. He heard enough. Winsa was loud enough to hear from
even this far away. He wondered when the two guards would be missed. Winsa
would know soon enough that someone killed them. But what Winsa didn't know
was that Trio was behind it. Literally. Sole turned to leave.

Soon enough, Aoi and the others at the camp made plans that night. They
were still training and planning all at the same time, when Pare and Sole
returned, almost at once. Pare had taken his time to gather some vegetables
and fruit before returning. Sole and Pare were both upset by what happened
but they were used to others' cruelty. While Trio did their fair share of
killing, they never killed defenseless women, children, old people, or
peace lovers. They only killed when defending themselves or such innocents.

Sole told Aoi, Ran, and Pare, around a campfire, "We should strike before
just before morning light. They plan to attack again once the first ray of
light hits, to kill the rest of us then, I think I heard. They don't think
we are any danger."

"They don't know about us being here," Pare smiled.

Sole nodded, "That's to our advantage. Also the fact that they think they
are invulnerable. They only lost a few men and boys when they attacked us
last time. That will make them off guard."

Aoi looked20at Ran, "Remember we do not kill any defenseless children and
also we don't kill any women who are not fighting against us. Killing
females is out...usually."

Ran nodded, "I understand. I think the plan is a good one."

Sole said, "They began to tie the twins to these crossed wooden poles
against deer skin. I'd bet the twins are still there."

Aoi frowned, "Then we spread the plan to all of us and then we go. If we
wait, the twins could be slain."

"And..."  Sole added, "The guards that I killed in their navels could be
found already."

"It'll give him an excuse to kill us all," Ran said, "Not that he needs
one."

"Let three young ones hide the chief in the woods," Aoi nodded, "They will
be safe. We must go before Winsa has that chance to attack us again."

"First ray of light?"  Sole asked, "When they are ready to leave?"

 "I hope we are ready," Ran added, "I must tell you, that even with your
training, Aoi, we are peace people, not killers."

"If you want your people to survive, they must be able to defend
themselves."  Aoi stood up, called to everyone to gather around, "Listen to
me! If you want this way of life protected...then you must fight! We will
help you against this enemy. With our help and later, more training, you
will be able to stand up to others who would come and hate you for no
reason! But first, we will rid you of this slime and his people who
threaten you now. Here is our plan...listen well..."

TO BE CONTINUED...