Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2008 10:54:34 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  74

In the midst of a smokey battle as night slowly ebbed away, a teen sat down
on a rock, having been winded by three small boys on the mixed tribe's
side. Who would have ever thought three little fellows could be so fierce
and determined. Perhaps this way was wrong. Perhaps others of other races
and tribes had merit and bravery and fighting skills. The boy planned on
just sitting, letting his comrades do some fighting for a bit while he
caught his breath. An arrow zoomed into his shallow, curled up belly
button. He gasped and leaned back, then forward. Nothing he did relieved
the pain he felt. His breathing slowed and became shallow. "Oh gods!!!"  He
laid back on the rock but the pain hit his belly more that way. "Oh I
can't...."  He sat up and the folds of his belly moved on the arrow. "Oh I
can't take it! I can't!"  Another Apache came up to him, a large spear in
his gut hole and embedded so deep that nothing the Apache did would move it
from his hole. He slumped onto the first boy with the arrow and moved that
arrow up a great deal without meaning to. The first boy felt his whole
belly button area, cut by the arrow, now moving up with the pressure and
with the arrow and area, the ripping feeling that it was all coming out of
him. With the Apache comrade on top of his torso, his penis grew and got
wet with pre cum. "Nah! Get offa! Get off!" C2 The speared boy on him might
have been dead already but he was certainly gurgling. The arrowed teen felt
the jerking of the body and he jerked with it, so that it was difficult to
tell which body was doing what movement. Arrow touched spear eventually and
they both cam full healthy loads. Wads. More and more until they
stopped. Everything about them stopped.

Other Apaches moved past, in various stages of dying. Some held arrows in
their guts. Others wrestled with spears that were high up in their buttons
which in themselves were high up in their stomachs. Some drooped along with
the spears that drooped with them. Some were fallen on spears, some all the
way until bare body touched ground, but some were propped up in death
against the very spears in their gut holes and not quite out their spines.

Mansa jerked forward to thrust it further into Ran!!! Ran screamed! "Got
myself one! He die now!"  Ran jerked back and the spear tip, which just was
firmly in his button, popped back out!

Ran spun away, holding his button and then jerked his legs back as fast as
he could. "Oh my navel! Ohhhhhhh ! My but! RIGHT in the gut!"

"You'll be okay!"  Pare yelled and ran at Mansa. But he stopped
short. Behind Mansa came the two twins, Romulus and Remus . They nodded at
Pare.

"No, it's you who die!"  Remus yelled.

Romulus joined him as they pair sk irted around to Mansa's front. They
raised tomahawks and knives, one in each hand. Mansa just laughed,
"Hahahahaha! Little squirts can't..."




Romulus threw his tomahawk and it hit Mansa in between the pecs, crushing
his sternum. He felt it cave in his chest. Mansa pushed the spear at Remus
but Remus grabbed the tip and hurled his tomahawk which hit Mansa in the
right shoulder. Mansa gripped the spear and flung Remus off it but Remus
recovering fast, flung himself inward at Mansa and jabbed his knife in his
already cut belly. And he clung to the big man. He stabbed in and in and
in. Rom joined him and moved in. Mansa thought he was bear hug the twins to
death but with the knives in him, his grip on the spear wavering, and two
tomahawks clinging to his body, he had enough. He managed to let go of the
spear and pull the tomahawk in his shoulder out but by them the pair of
Navajos had stabbed him over 20 times each in his gut hole. He ran at them
but there was nothing to ram at. He fell and fell on top of them.

Pare wasn't idle this whole time. He figures he'd let the twins finish
Mansa since it was told to him that Mansa was the one who carried them away
to captivity in the first place. Pare stood next to the kneeling Ran and
protected him. Pare had a spear in one hand and a sword in the other,
thrown to him by some of the boys on the hillside. He stabbed and stabbed,
creating a wall of bod ies between him and the Apaches. The surviving
Apaches didn't dare go near him now with a wall of their comrades there. A
few brave Apaches tried to bend and on one knee fire arrows at Pare. Pare
used the sword to deflect the arrows right back into the ribs of those who
fired them. "Damn! Missed again!"

Looking up from wincing, Ran winced upward, "What do you mean you got
them!"

"NAW!"  Pare tutted, "I wanted those arrows firmly in their belly buttons!"

"Ohhh, like mine. Oh my poor gut hole, I'm gonna die!"  Ran shut his eyes
and looked down, bowing his head, "I die like a noble warrior."

"Cut the shit," Pare looked down and pulled Ran's hands away from Ran's own
nice belly. "Wow, nice abs, Ran."

"I die so finish me off," Ran winced.

"Ran! Cut the crap. Look, you're only wounded, you big baby," Pare said and
licked the wound.

"Huh?"  Ran looked down, "I...I'll live?"

"Yes," Pare said, "Now can we get out of this ring of bodies and help the
others some more?"

Ran stood, "I am wounded but I shall help my friends! I will fight until I
can fight no more!"

"You big ham," Pare said, "Get a spear!9 D

Ran found a body with a spear in it and pulled it out. The body jiggled a
bit so Ran ignored it. He couldn't ignore his dick which was jiggling
too. From being wounded to having killed to having felt some life in the
body he just pulled the spear out of, he was turned on by all the
excitement or excited by all the turned on guys going to their deaths or
making others go to their deaths. He followed Pare over the bodies by
stepping on the dead or dying Apache husks!






Mansa threw himself at Pare with the spear pointed at Pare's belly
button. Five warrior Apaches, 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, effectively 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!

Four Apaches had watched as three of their pals jumped onto Aoi, who had
fallen back into a tent. The four knew that Aoi could not=2 0fight off
three men on him at once. They started to stick their spears down at the
fallen body under the three bodies. Smoke rose. The four with spears
stopped sticking down. They saw three bodies get up. One was their comrade,
Icho. He had a grin on his face. He must have been victorious. He came up
to them and smiled. His eyes were wide with victory...so they thought. For
when they saw his hands at his belly part...they saw a large knife hilt
protruding from his navel area. For the navel was totally covered by the
hilt, the navel being pushed in by the blade. "HILT!"  They weren't sure
their pal was just groaning in some new way, "HILT" or if he was referring
to the hilt sticking out of him, his new outtie: the hilt! They didn't
care. They watched him plow into them and one of them with the spear, saw
him get close. The stabbed man was grabbed and the friend touched the hilt
and tried to maneuver him away from him. Then he felt himself stabbed by
someone else's spear. Aoi rose from the smoke. There were three other
bodies on the ground...on the crumpled tent. There should have been two. It
turned out there had been another body...a warrior boy hiding in the tent
when he saw his Apache friends being speared and arrowed down by the Mixed
Warriors on the hillsides. It was this body that was stabbed by the four
spear men. Aoi jumped up with a spear he took from one of the three who
fell on him. Another was stabbed instant ly in the gut as he fell off Aoi's
side. Aoi stabbed him from the side into his side and flagged the knife
from the side to the mid section of the guy's stomach. The one who landed
on top of Aoi, Aoi had gut stabbed with the own knife in that Apache's
hand, turning the wrist up and to the side a bit. Aoi let go of the spear
and jabbed his knife in the second to last one's belly button. That one
tried to stab him with the spear but Aoi snapped it in half with one hand
and threw the point into the remaining of the seven. All were down and dead
within minutes. For some, it was too long. They lingered in pain in their
burning holes.

One gasped in pain, on his bare side, not sure which way to turn to avoid
more pain or should he avoid more time alive, "Ahhhgrghhackmed! Cut down
right where my spirit is the strongest! NAWWWHRRR!!"

"I die!"

"I do to my death as a sturdy warrior!"




Aoi grabbed a new spear that flung through the air. The firing boy who shot
it, on the hillside, looked upset, "Hey, that was my kill!"

Aoi waved, "Sorry but I can't....take these inane cliches!"

A dying Apache gasped, "My birth hole is where I was born from and now..."

"It's where you die from!"  Aoi stabbed the spear down into the gut hole
and shook it. The Apache screame d and gagged. Aoi shoved it out and found
another one.

"I am a youth in my prime. My belly gut hole has taken one and I shall..."

"Aw shut up already!!!!"  Aoi speared that youth's belly button hard and
left the spear in it. The spear leaned one way, dipping slightly.

Under Winsa, Sole felt crushed. He could feel the silver of Winsa's knife
coursing between their two bodies, cold, and hot at the same time. Sole, a
part of him, wanted that knife in his own outtie belly button. He wondered
how it would feel when it slowly, slowly because he wanted it that way and
from the pressed together bellies tight and taut, abs tense and ridged,
ever so slowly made its way into his outtie and jabbed into it from one
side and then Winsa would steady it up and jab it in...he wondered how it
would feel to have his outtie pushed through his deeper inner belly button,
effectively having it be made a new innie. Sole's dick jumped and brought
him alive. He could feel Winsa's belly button against his and this brought
him new life and a renewed strength. He used his forehead to butt into
Winsa's chin and this made Winsa, well, wince. Sole had Winsa's wrist which
held the hand which held the knife and he twisted. Winsa was strong and
wouldn't let go but Sole was free enough as Winsa's body backed off a bit
as Sole, with his other hand, empty, was able to reach down and squeeze
Wins a's privates through the loin cloth. Winsa yelled and backed off.
Sole kneed him with his left knee and then his right. Winsa fell back. But
Sole couldn't let go of the knife because Winsa wouldn't either and would
probably throw it at him if he backed off.  Sole bent and hopped up on his
feet. Winsa was up also now and the two of them put both hands on the hilt
of the knife, wrestling for it. The knife rose between them, a pyramid
formed from their four arms, the knife pointing at Sole's body, far
overhead but if plunged down it would pierce his chest right between his
pecs and continue down from there into his softer upper abs between the rib
cage and sternum. Winsa smiled as he imagined the feel it would make on his
hands as the knife drove down into the nice smooth bare skin of the blond
boy. Sole looked worried but managed a grin on one side of his
mouth. Around them, Apaches rushed at Sole but he could hear their gasps of
shock, pain, anger, and even victory in their death as they orgasmed in
it...for the boys from Ran's camp were continuing their rain of pain via
arrows and spears. From the entire perimeter now, boys were firing arrows
into boy belly. Soft tender Apache warrior bellies were arrowed, tighter
more muscled manly ones were also. None withstood the wooden arrows, the
rock arrows, the metal tipped arrows. Spears too took their toll. Sole knew
bodies were falling all around him.

Under Mansa, Rom gasped,20"Get offa me!"  He jabbed with his knife into
dead meat: Mansa.


"He's dead, brother! Dead!"  Remus laughed, "We did it. We kilt him!"

"Yeah but get him off us!"  Rom snapped. Remus laughed again.

Around them, feet moved. Ran and Pare were chopping with spears through the
air, not really fully getting the idea that their chops put points through
bellies, some just slightly, some deeply. Some of their swipes took out
entire stomachs, entire navel areas, and even entire areas between dick and
belly button. Apaches screamed and held their guts. Around Ran and Pare,
the warriors, now worthy of the name, were overtaking the Apache youth and
using anything they could to down them. Fallen arrows were gripped in the
hands of some and found their points jammed thickly into the bellies of
much larger Apache warrior wombs. Ran ran a spear into an Apache warrior
and saw another approaching him with a spear also so with a screaming gasp
of strength, he moved the stabbed Apache toward the runner and used the
spear point in the guts of that one, to come out and jab the one running at
him. The point found out one and into the other but they were so close and
the racing at each other, that the two bodies smashed into each other with
a thick splash. Between their bellies, the spear Ran held---wide eyed Ran
at this point watching his point in them both---the spear point fought for
flesh. The two Apaches,20together in dying belly pain, jiggled in the wind
and turned slightly to see each other. Standing. They died. In belly
pain. Ran yelled a victory yell and pulled the spear out, splashing the two
Apache's guts all around, out of them and some out and in the opposite
Apache. They fell. Ran kicked another one and jabbed his spear into him as
he fell, even before he hit the ground, his belly gut hole was jammed
packed with spear point. Painful.




Sole and Winsa had their arms up overhead. The point was turned toward
Sole's head. Sole grit his teeth and twisted. He moved his body a certain
way, twisting and turning. This caught Winsa off guard but he brought the
knife coming down. Sole had an elbow in its way but then he turned to his
original position and felt Winsa's wrists give way a bit. Sole turned the
knife and as it turned, the point moved facing Winsa's body. The force
Winsa was giving it was now used against him as Sole redirected his body
and Winsa's pulling force down...down...down...the belly of Winsa stuck out
a little bit at the bottom so that his belly button was like a slight
cliff, ready, willing, and able to meet and catch the knife point...the
sharp knife point. Sole didn't hesitate but the force of Winsa's power was
what made him able to make all four hands dive and the knife hit that cliff
side called Winsa's belly button area. Smack on in. Target bellybutton
plunged through. Winsa went dow n but in a strange way. He seemed to fold
in on his own crotch, his butt sticking out as he bent with the knife. It
was as if the knife was bringing the rest of Winsa's manly body with it as
it stuck in. Winsa bent down and back and his legs bent at the knees and
his butt fell back. Sole didn't let go. He followed Winsa's body, and kept
the knife driving downward. Into the intestines and the thick hide below of
Winsa. Winsa was heaped on, down and down. Sole put both hands into it and
jerked the knife downward continuously and quickly. Winsa bowed but Sole
brought him a new kind of pain. Sole's savage fury grunted and grunted, a
strong willed death blow coming from his throat as much as his hands. He
let Winsa fall now and as the older man spread his legs out from under him,
one cocked under at first, Sole kept the knife going in. Winsa's hands were
still on the hilt. Sole kept it in and twisted and twisted, while still
making it find its way through Winsa's spine! Winsa jerked up far, very far
as his hips left the ground, his head back on it, his legs on it, his knees
up. Sole didn't smile for once and with a new guttural sound, let his air
out of his belly as he used the knife to make a new path in Winsa's belly
hole, gut hole to back hole. He left the knife in Winsa.

Toma, a bodyguard for Winsa, skinny and lean, almost a twin for Sole in
body but an Apache, made a flying20leap onto Sole's back. Sole dipped and
drove him over, flipping him. Toma tried to keep himself standing but Sole
grabbed a flying spear.

A kid who flung it, the same one who had his arrow caught by Aoi, smashed
his fist into his hand, "Hey, that's my kill! You Trio! Can't you let
someone else have the fun killing!??"  A boy behind him, a Dutch boy with
streaked blond and brown hair, smiled at this Native American.

"Say, yo're cute when ur mad!"

The Native boy turned to him. He was one of the few Native boys who had his
hair cut very very short. It turned the Dutch boy on. The Native turned,
his knife out now, ready to strike the fool who said that. Suddenly he
looked at this beautiful Dutch boy who had sparkling green eyes. They
locked eyes.  They kissed as spears and arrows were launched by other boys
around them.

Sole made Toma fall using his caught spear and swiping it at Toma's
ankles. The knife held by Toma was in his hand. He looked for it but now it
was gone in sudden quick movement. It was in his belly button! He didn't
even see the blond beauty do that! Sole nodded and looked as Toma,
struggling to stand, actually stood again, just like Winsa had before
him. He turned to face Sole, who let him. Sole pointed at the knife hilt
which protruded from Toma's belly button, which was capped by the hilt,
knife deep unseen in the deep Toma former belly button outtie--a large
double quarter like affair, almost all gone now. Sole pointed to let Toma
know where the knife was in case Toma could not tell where it was. Toma
looked down and up again. He nodded knowingly at Sole, acknowledging that
he knew where the knife was and had several seconds ago. Sole looked at him
and shrugged. "So how'do you want it to end?"

"My name.....urgh...urk...is Tom...awkkkkkk!"

"Well Tomawk," Sole said, mistakenly thinking this was Toma's name.

"No, it's..."

"It's your death!"  Sole grabbed the hilt and swerved it one way and then
the other, pausing for effect. "Tomawk, you hadn't a chance. From
behind...that's a coward's way...I guess. Not that I wouldn't do it myself
but I'd WIN if I did," Sole said, and for effect when he said the word WIN
he jabbed it in the hardest in Toma and then let go, flinging his own hand
up in the air for effect, in athletic fervor. "My pleasure to watch you and
Winsa die at once!"

"There are some trying to surrender," a fierce little tyke said to Pare and
Ran, who speared the last of the Apaches who were still fighting.


Pare pushed a spear into a chest, "No!"

"Kill em all!"  Ran s aid, "We can't let anyone know we let anyone of them
live!"

The tyke said, "All right with me!"  He went to a young Apache boy on his
belly and turned him over. As he did, the Apache revealed a knife in one
hand, the hand that was under him and hidden. The knife went up into the
tyke's soft belly and found its bite in the belly button. The tyke, bent
over on one knee, went down to both knees and turned. The Apache jabbed in
and turned himself to position himself on his knees now as he took the tyke
down. The tyke went down on his back and drew his head back in pain, eyes
closed, mouth open in wincing snarls of a soon to be death. The Apache's
hand followed the knife down but let go. But soon found it again as he
twisted the hilt to cause the tyke more pain and a slower death. He took
the knife out and raised it on high and drove it down again one more
time...

Ran and Pare turned to see this amid the boys from their camp who were
finishing off the wounded Apache warriors.

"Damn sneak!"  Pare ran to the killer Apache and grabbed him around the
waist from behind and with his other hand and arm, he used a knife to cut
out the Apache's belly from hip to hip. The boy jerked back into Pare's
chest and stomach, his back and butt hitting Pare's front.

"The tyke is dead," Ran came up to Pare who were
 jerking his front onto the Apache's back.

"Can't ya see I'm busy..."  Pare spermed the Apache's back up and cam up
it.

"But his spirit will rest knowing that he was the last of our camp to die
by the hands of Winsa's group."  Ran puffed his chest out, "We shall go
on..."

"Come again?"  Aoi joined him and Pare.

Pare said, "Sure can!"  He cam again and again against the back of the kid
he was literally holding up with both arms, his hand on the knife in the
kid's belly button. Both nearly naked. He put his dick up the kid's ass
hole and shoved it in as the kid, each grunting force of sex by Pare a
grunting force of his own dying to meet it, literally dying...a sexual
death...a deathly sexual act committed on him by this Puerto Rican. Perhaps
Winsa was wrong...this foreigner was quite sexy and could kill almost any
Apache. He wanted it to last forever. It seemed to. The pain burning his
inside navel in more and more seemed to come out his back. Which was wet
with Pare's Latino cum! He was sure he felt...before he expired from
burning navel tunnel pain---cum hit him in the back of the neck and his
long black hair. He jerked up and down more violently as Pare did so
too. At times, they did so together as one but other times, and this made
it more sexy, they were out of sync as Pare fucked h im from behind and
fucked his belly from the front with the knife!

"Hey helps us two!"

"Yeah get up out?"

"What?"  Aoi rolled his eyes and curled his lip to one side. He and Ran
went over to the moving body of Mansa.

Ran had a spear with guts on it, "Shee, watch this Aoi. HEY AOI, MANSA'S
STILL MOVING. LET ME RUN MY SPEAR THROUGH HIS BACK AND OUT INTO THE SOIL
VIA HIS BELLY !!!"

"No! We under here!"  Romulus yelled. "We will be run through too!"

Aoi and Ran reached past the moving but dead body of Mansa and each grabbed
a wrist. They pulled the twins, Aoi pulling Romulus, Ran pulling Remus, out
from under the dead weight of the massive muscular and very dead Mansa, who
fell with a flop and was forgotten until clean up. Rom and Rem broke free.

Rom starting to take punches at Aoi.  "Haha, very funny," Rom snapped. "I
kill you two!"

Aoi held Rom's head as Rom tried to hit him, "Calm down, warrior
boy. You're needed to slay the wounded with the rest of us."

Rem hit Rom's shoulder and said, "Yeah, come on, before the others get all
the fun killing the wounded in their bellieeeeeeee!"

This made Rom stop, "Oh yeah, good practice putting things in belly boy's
bellies."

Aoi smiled=2 0as they ran off, "I think you and your people are going to be
All right, Ran. I just hope your peaceful ways can return."

Ran shrugged, "We will try to preserve as much of it as we can, Aoi. But
after all this, I doubt we will ever be the same. We have to protect
ourselves..."

"Yes," Sole came over to them. "What's he....?"  He looked at Pare and then
realized Pare had reached climax, "Ohhhh."  He knew Pare probably reached
this five or six times already.

"OHHHHHHHHH!"  Pare gasped, hand buried deep in the Apache's belly.

"OHHHHHHHHHH!"  The Apache died shooting his dick off as Pare did, hand
buried deep in his belly, holding the hilt over Pare's knuckles. The manly
Latino skin on the hand making him feel sexy.

Ran looked at that and then turned to Aoi and Sole, "You three will stay
with us, won't you?"

TO BE CONTINUED...