Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2008 09:25:09 -0400
From: J
Subject: trio 73

It was quiet in the late hours. It was so late, it was early. Yet it was
the stillness of the still dark hours that made it so. Romulus and Remus,
the two youngling Navajos, were tied with the best of knots. Their wrists
were tied to two wooden crossed poles. Behind them was a comforting deer
skin meshed with furry buffalo skin. They were not far from the fire. Their
hands were spread out and held over their heads but not directly. The hands
were diagonal and they made their own X with their arms and legs. Their
ankles were tied also and their feet were off the ground. The steroid boy,
Mansa, came up to them and smiled. He poked a finger into their navels,
moving from one to the other. Remus spat at him but Romulus was almost
broken. He whimpered. Their heads hung, their long almost lavender black
hair loosely hanging down, over their faces. Mansa, when he was spit on,
whipped out his long metal dagger and put it to Remus's belly button and
pressed but stopped himself. He moved on.

During this night, other warriors came to the twins and peed on them, spit
on them, and put flaming torches up to their faces and chests. One, Nunja,
came back and looked at the twin called Remus. He pulled out a white fang,
a tooth of some beast, probably a mountain lion. He had a crook to his
smile. It went up one side of his lip. Remus's head hung down but then
Nunja changed that. He took the fang and poked it into Remus's thi ck
nipple and kept it going. Remus yelped and a dry yelp it was. Nunja pierced
Remus's left nipple with the fang and left the fang in him. Spit came out
of Romulus's mouth and dripped down. Nunja started on the right nipple of
Remus. Remus yelped again, more loudly this time as Nunja plunged right
through. "You're a hard little fuck, ain't you, I'll give you that."

Whipping up the flap of his tent, Winsa came out, "What is going on out
here!"

Winsa saw Mansa return but Nunja backed off. Other warriors came round and
showed Winsa how they poked the twins with sticks and knives. They thought
Winsa would be amused. Winsa yelled, "Get them off those things! NOW! I
want them untouched for me. I have need of them in a few moments time.
First, I wanted to get a good night's sleep...so then...so then I could
have my way with them. My needs are great..."  Winsa yelled and warriors
cut the twins down. Mansa chuckled to himself as the twins were laid onto a
wool blanket not far from the fire. Remus gasped as he was laid on his
stomach, "Narrr, my tits."

Winsa came to him and looked. He put a hand on Remus's shoulder and turned
him over. "Who did this?"

Mansa, with his dyed blond spiked hair, short for the warriors in this
camp, didn't hesitate, "I did not, chief however it is my fault for not
watching the warriors and the other boys."

Winsa bit his lips and then pressed them together. "I will not have them
touched. See to it that they are not touched or treated badly. They will
need their strength if they are to please me...then...I will use them for
my needs and if they survive my needs, they shall be yours...all of you."
Some of the warriors were rubbing their own dicks warming them up. "Now,
all of you, I want no more noise."  Winsa turned to them after moving off,
"From any of you."  He touched Mansa's chest and rubbed the big muscle
bound warrior's nipples.

"It was...was me," Nunja said, "I did not know you wanted them pure. I am
sorry."

Winsa put his arm around Nunja's shoulders, "Do not fret, warrior. You did
not know. You did only what I said to be done to others. Thus it is my
fault, wouldn't you agree?"

"I...I," Nunja, with a little boy face, and the body of a lean bodybuilder,
not as big as Mansa but tightly packed and put together, gulped, "I do not
think so. We should all know what you wanted."

Two boys, a bit older than the twins, watched. They also watched the twins
and while rubbing their dicks to a full wet growth, each, they knew they
wanted the twins for themselves. Hell with the chief, he could die like all
men. He was not a god. These two, Criton and Owa, were dark tanned.  They
were both skinny and with long, long black hair. In fact, they were twins
too and they looked a great deal like the twins Romulus and Remus.

As the night went on, Romulus was sat up by Remus, "Are you? Are you all
right?"

Remus swallowed, "I...I think so. If these do not get infected."

Romulus looked closer at the nipples, "They look clean through. I don't
think they will."  He hugged his brother.

Criton and Owa waited until Nunja, who also had designs on the twins, and
Mansa, were off looking to the perimeter of the campsite. Mansa was worried
that the three who were to kill Pare had not returned yet. He thought they
might be off jerking around. Nunja told him about the missing four
guards. Mansa nodded, "No one would dare attack us, especially not that
peace loving band of misfits."

Nunja said, "But you told me that when you attacked....I wish you had let
me cum. I would make a good warrior."

"You are a good warrior," Mansa said. "It's just that you need more time in
the kill. You have almost no kills."

"Five," Nunja said proudly. "Well, what about these four?"

"Four guards?"  Mansa nodded, "They are jerking off. Probably together. At
the river. They lik e each other that much. I will skin them alive when
they get back."

"And I Gero, Victo, and Nimo."


"No, they are younger. The guards, the four of them are men, full grown
men. They should know better. When they get back, they will die. They think
I blind, not seeing all that goes on here."  Mansa looked around and up at
the hills, "I see more than they know. There are others here who have their
own way of thinking. They are not of the People, as you and I. They would
pervert the twin captives."

Nunja looked down, hanging his head, "As I did."

"That was just preparing them," Mansa put an arm around Nunja's back, "You
had no sexual designs on them."

Nunja looked up and smiled, "No," he lied, "I did not."

"Good then you and I..."  Mansa said, "We will be with each other."

"Y---yes," Nunja was surprised, "If that is what you desire."

"Yes, it is," he said, "And when we have the bodies of the twin captives,
we will have our way with them..."

"After they are dead?"

"Yes, of course, not before Winsa."


Owa and his twin brother, Criton, moved closer to the twins, who were
hugging. Remus moved back a bit because his nipples were rubbing on his
brother's chest, and it hurt like hell. They were oblivious to the oncoming
Criton and Owa. Criton took his loin cloth off and pulled the side of his
brother's, an act which made Owa jump as a spasm of joy, anticipation of
the sex he would force upon the twin called Romulus, caused too. He rubbed
his belly, a nice rounded affair, that curved in all the right places,
smooth but with lines across his abs, a nice innie belly button. He moved
to Romulus and pulled the shoulders off Remus's front. Remus felt ill from
the pain as Romulus's hands rose up and hit his new bone through his
nipples. He wavered a bit and almost fell but Criton grabbed him from
behind. He began to move his torso onto Remus's backside. Remus
struggled. Romulus struggled. They both didn't want to make too much noise
because they felt this might be their chance to escape. Remus shook off
Criton but as his hand moved away, he made a grab for Remus's tit and hit
it, causing Remus to fall a bit. Frothing up his dick, Owa pulled his loin
cloth off and turned Romulus around to face him. He shot a load at his
front and it spermed onto Romulus's chest and dripped down it, clumping
toward the sticking out part of Romulus's lower belly button, the top stuck
in and upward. Romulus shut his eyes in disgust and then opened them. He
ran toward his brother to help him and the two fell to their knees as the
two boys came from both sides. Romul us shot out his fist from one side and
knocked Owa backward. He also used his other hand to punch across Remus's
shoulder, knocking his own nipple into his brother's again. Remus bit his
tongue to stop from screaming out loud. Rom's fist on the other side hit
Criton and knocked him back. Criton found his fallen loin cloth and came at
the boys, his arm raised, his belly exposed. An arrow plummeted DEEP inside
his belly button. Criton's smooth skin invaded, he dropped his knife and
put both hands on the arrow shaft.  Owa came to his brother but as quickly
as that arrow had killed his bro, another embedded it into Owa's own
swirled navel. Owa grabbed it too. His shaft went down; his brother's went
up. Owa held the arrow down but his head back and up and he stretched out
in his dying. He didn't make a sound! Nor did his twin, Criton, who felt
his shaft up and down, letting it go way up as he bent down over it and
fell onto it, it delving more into him. Another warrior, who was watching
this with amusement from a thin tree and horse bay, dropped his smile, and
took out his tomahawk and raced at the Navajo boys. His arm was also up and
as he raced, he failed to notice a long shaft had FLUNG itself into his
belly button. When he reached the twins, his tomahawk raised, he felt a
burning in his guts. His tomahawk lowered and Romulus just reached up and
smiling, took it gently from the dying warrior boy's hand. They looked
 at each other. They understood. Romulus cut above the arrow in a growing
slit as he wielded the tomahawk and killed this third warrior.

At the same time, Ran lead a large group of the tallest "mixed" band of
boys at the camp from the rock cliff side, coming through the brush. Ran
was in the front, the smallest of the group. Mansa yelled out a war cry. A
warrior nearer to Ran heard this and jumped up from his blanket and ran at
Ran with a tomahawk in his ready hand. Ran had a spear too but it was
behind his back in his hand. Ran ran fast at this warrior, Numi, who came
upon him fast. But Ran came faster. Ran took the spear out from behind his
back and jumped. The point found Numi's thick bellybutton and stuck him
down close to the ground. Ran threw his whole body on it and his weight
made the big, almost steroidic Numi fall. Numi yelped and went down. Ran
ignored him, pulled the spear out as fast as it went in and continued to
run. Behind him were others of the mixed tribe. Two stopped and made sure
the belly of Numi was no longer a visual beauty to the world. They
butchered it with their spears. Ran came upon the tribe as it exited their
tents, came from their blankets which they rested on outside, and converged
toward the much smaller group of mixed attackers.

Mansa yelled, "Surround them!"  A tomahawk came from below and had a hand
and body attached to it. Romulus yelling at him.  Mansa ducked but
Romulus swung again.

"You bastard!"

Mansa laughed and grabbed Romulus's hand. "You are all outnumbered. Give up
and die as captives or fight on and die as warriors!"

Ran stabbed his spear into another warrior who went down. Ran pulled it out
and waved it, "Bring it on, big boy!!!"  Ran looked at the warrior on the
ground, "Stay down!"  He stuck the boy on the ground. Then he noticed the
group around him and his friends. "So we are outnumbered! Or are we?"

Mansa looked, "What are..." A spear sailed through the air and entered his
belly button. He grabbed Rom's wrist tightly. The spear in his guts sagged
a bit. He looked down at it. He threw Rom away but Remus rushed him. Mansa
grabbed at the spear in him, "Take more than this..."


To stop Remus from finishing Mansa, Nunja ran at Remus but Remus came
running with a tomahawk he pulled off a speared warrior. Mansa looked
around the perimeter. There were heads popping up from the brush on the
hillsides. Boys. Teens. Men. The peace lovers. All tossing spears. Firing
arrows. Arrows sailed through the air and cut into the guts of many of the
Apaches. Thick spears flew and cut the belly buttons of more. Apaches
grabbed at the things sticking out of their own bodies. As Remus thrust at
Nunja, Nunja used both hands and grabbed both bones through both nipples
and shoved. Remus screamed in pain. A warrior with a bare gut and a spear
raised over him suddenly found his own button was host to a flung spear.
This warrior passed them both and fell against a tree, the wooden spear
sticking between tree and him, still entering him. Nunja made Remus fall
and then he got off him, his dick dripping, and turned for a weapon. He
found a long spear and came at the fallen Remus. Remus kicked up and hit
the spear out Nunja clung to it. But this gave Remus time to get up and
swing again. A spear flew overhead. He ducked and Nunja ran at him with the
spear again. Remus ducked aside and the spear in Nunja's hands swished by
him but Nunja held onto it. Remus grabbed it with his free hand and made
Nunja fall sideways. A swift kick with one leg and foot made Nunja fall.
Remus leveled the tomahawk at him but as he got too close, Nunja scissored
Remus's leg and made Remus fall. Remus fell on top of Nunja and Nunja threw
him off. A spear flew past them and ended up in the lower crotch of another
Apache.

Romulus jerked himself up and attacked Mansa again. Mansa twirled and the
spear dangling out of him, hit Romulus. Mansa picked up a spear from the
sky and moved at Romulus, who raised his tomahawk. Behind him another
warrior, an Apache, grabbed him up and wrapped his arms and hands around
Rom's head and neck. Mansa smiled and moved at him with the spear raised.

"YIEIEIEEEEIEIEIEIEIE!"

Pare yelled as Sole and Aoi, on the top of the closest cliff side, tossed
him. Pare threw himself into Mansa and moved him away from Rom. The warrior
holding Rom was shocked but kept him held.

Pare looked at Mansa, "Two spear? You greedy hombre!"

Sole on the cliff, turned Aoi to face him and put both hands into a cup,
folding both hands together, "You next!"

"Lucky me!"  Aoi puffed, "Go ahead!"  He stepped into Sole's cupped hands
and Sole flung him. The three were on the cliff side behind the campsite
and attacking from behind.

Aoi made a long, drawn out TARZAN yell as he flew through the air and
landed on three warriors, "Me, Tarzan, you dead!"  Aoi stabbed his sword
into the three of them before they could even recover. They all looked at
him as they fell off to different sides.  "Wrong genre, I guess."  Aoi said
and stabbed another Apache running straight at him. "Ahah! Die!"  He
shrugged, "Tarz really didn't use a sword! But again..."  Aoi stuck his
sword into an Apache that was trying to sneak up on him. "Ah, what the
hell, me Tarz, you pierced!"  He stabbed another Apache guard and ran
toward the front.

Pare grabbed the spear in Mansa and gripped it tight. He flung Mansa to one
side and then the other, "This be fun!"

On the ground, Nunja grabbed Remus's leg to stop him from crawling at him
but Nunja wasn't fast enough. With one hand, Nunja was trying to recover a
knife, as he lost his spear. He finally got to the knife but as he did, he
felt the younger boy crawling along his own bare hip. Remus managed to drag
his tomahawk across Nunja's upper body and then at one hip, the side away
from him and then he turned it to the pointed, sharp side with the back
point. He dragged it from one hip to the other. Nunja felt his guts being
dug into and his stomach being torn like a giant paper cut, if he knew what
a paper cut was. He didn't but he felt the pain of a giant paper cut
digging into his guts and at the other hip, Remus pulled the tomahawk up a
bit and then dragged it back to where Nunja's belly button area was and
while it wasn't far above, having only been taken out a small bit upward,
Remus PLUNGED IT DOWN RIGHT INTO THE BELLY BUTTON AREA to mangle and mush
it over and over. On the ground Rem continued, "Feel that! Pierced belly
button like you did to my tits, you fucker mother!!!!! FEEL IT GOOD!"

Nunja yelled and jerked up but Rem's weight was on top of him. He felt his
dick throb and he looked in shock at what Rem was doing to him.

Pare flung Mansa around on the spear and he took the other spear away from
him. Pare watched the warrior holding Romulus and waited until Rom
moved. Pare flung the free spear and it went sailing into the warrior's
neck and out his upper back. "Damn, missed!"

Mansa, in pain, wondered, "You got him! Whadyamean?"

"I was aiming for his bellybutton! LIKE THIS!"  Pare grabbed the spear in
Mansa and grabbed it hard and pulled it out and then shoved it in.

Mansa smiled, "You think ....that....that...this...."  Mansa took the shaft
and began to pull hit out some more. "This will stop me?"

Pare was surprised now as Mansa, even against his own pushing, was able to
pull the spear out of him. "Uh oh."  Pare saw Mansa gain the spear and turn
it at him, Mansa's own gore dangling from it. Mansa thrust it at the
backing away Pare.

Rem was free now as Nunja died slowly and in pain. Rom was free as the
warrior behind him, fell. The pair met each other and saw Pare in
trouble. Rom gasped, "You okay?"

"Yeah but you see what I see?"

"Yeah, Pare's in trouble!"

"C'mon!!!! Better go help him!"

The pair ran at Pare and Mansa.


Sole looked around on the cliff top. He ran away from the battle. He ran
far enough to get a good enough run up. He ran back at the Apache camp
site. He hit the edge of the cliff and jumped. He dove headfirst, his arms
out.

Winsa, at that moment, came out of his tent, "What the fuck is this? Who
dare attack us! SLAY THEM ALL!"

Sole hit Winsa right on the head and wrapped his legs around the chief, "MY
THOUGHTS EXACTLY, STUPID ASS!"  Sole landed upright now on top of Winsa as
though Winsa were a horse, "You my man! I mean you my ass, and I'm gonna
ride ya!"

"The indignity! I shall kill you!"  Winsa struggled and being bigger, was
able to throw Sole off him.

Ran, in the lead, saw six Apaches in front of him, ready to kill him. "It's
a great day to get belly skewered! C'mon and do me! N' I'll take at least
five more of ya out with me! DIE!"

Die they did as more spears thrown by his own tribe of mixed peoples landed
in their bellybuttons. Behind him the mixed warriors were engaging the
Apaches and the fights were bitter, long, and almost evenly matched. He
heard a Dutch boy stab an Apache and yell, "I did it! I did it! I did like
Aoi showed me! I am a warrior!!!!"  Then he heard this Dutch boy go down as
an Apache punched a knife right directly into the Dutch boy's bare abs. He
heard no more from this boy. "Pride comes before a fall! So let me fall if
I have to! I will fight for my peoples and my way of life! Apache dogs will
die!"  He used his spear on an Apache who pulled two kni ves out and came
at him. He caught this Apache in the gut and the Apache running, lifted off
the ground. "GGARRRRRRRNNNNNNNKUNT!"  Ran grunted this as he shoved the
spear in more even as the Apache was airborne.

Next to him, one of his people put a knife into an Apache with a knife
coming at him from the side. A spear flew into an Apache. An Apache put a
spear into a white boy. Grappling at close quarters, two boys were locked
wrist to wrist, knives in their free hands. One broke free and planted his
knife in the belly of his enemy: a smooth Latino on the side of the mixed
race. Ran saw this and came at him with his spear and put that spear as
deep as he could in the red Apache belly hole. Another Apache jumped Ran
and they both fell. Ran lost his spear. But he saw the Apache who jumped
him on his hands and knees in the sand, pulling himself up on his arms but
still on his knees. Ran found a fallen spear and grabbed it up, "Have your
own Apache spear back!"  Ran ran up to the fallen Apache muscle man and
scooped it under the guy's chest, between his arms, which were straight out
and down, trying to pull the body up, effectively on his hands and
knees. Ran scooped down to the belly and with enough space under him, Ran
was able to stab under and up into the recovering Apache's belly
button. And up from under. Ran whooped a war cry and got the spear scooped
and in. He then jumped up and put both elbows into the back of the Apache
so that the Apache would fall on the spear, which he did with a splatt and
a yelping scream of pain. Another Apache ran at Ran who ducked and flipped
him. Another came so Ran sidestepped and flung him off, grabbing his spear
and stabbing into yet another.

A spear flew through the air from the hillside backup and jutting into
another Apache. Ran smiled as Apaches, spears in all their bellies, lined
up before him. Staring. Shocked. Unable to do anything. Grabbing at the
shafts. Grabbing at the air. Looking skyward. Looking down at their shafts,
both of them. Ran saw two boys on the ground, rolling. Both had knives and
both had to try to stab the other as they rolled. One won. The other
didn't. The one that won was Apache. Ran jumped at them and as the dying
boy watched, he shoved his spear into the Apache that won. Before he could
get up.

Mansa threw himself at Pare with the spear pointed at Pare's belly
button. Five warrior Apache's, no weapons, threw themselves at Aoi, who
jabbed his knife into three of them and then the other two, as they crowded
around him all at once. Yet more and more came. Seven surrounded him and
came at him, making him crowded back into a tent. The tent buckled as Aoi
fell back on it and landed on his back. The seven Apache started to kick at
him and then three threw themselves down at him.

Winsa rolled his bigger body and landed on top Sole, effec tively getting
on top of him. Winsa had a knife out and moved it between his body, and
Sole's. His body was crushing Sole's. Winsa slid the knife between them
ready to jab it in Sole's ample belly button outtie!

Ran came at Mansa's body but Mansa turned and swung the spear. Ran got the
tip of it in his belly button! He yelped and tried to back away! His button
was touched....already. Mansa jerked forward to thrust it further into
Ran!!! Ran screamed!

TO BE CONTINUED...