Date: Sat, 02 Aug 2008 21:15:34 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  91

"Sole, Sole, Sole. I know you have to help those two boys. He...that other
one, can you rely on him to help you? I hope so because I seem to have to
use my magic right now to do something else to me and my newfound friends
out of a ...well, another mess. I hope you'll forgive me. Oh and by the way
your name is....Sole? Can your mind hear me?"

Kelli, the little boy Sole and Justin fought to save, heard, "Sole? Name,
your. Your...name...is Sole? Sole."

Spanish conquistadors the likes of which Wiz, Nakoi, Yoshi, and Dylon had
never seen were holding long thin metal swords at each of their belly
buttons. Wiz had made Nakoi, Yoshi, and Dylon appear...Dylon being totally
nude...to him. He had homed in on them, thinking they were Trio. When he
found them, he healed them and raised them from the dead, not in that
order. He told them this, "You see, you three, we, well I really, got these
kidnaped people and the women and children and old ones of the Arabs away
from the Arab men, those fuckers and the tunnel blew up just then and Trio
was in it. I thought you guys were Trio, Sole, Aoi, and Pa're so I took you
from those fucker pirates off that island. I saw you were dead and wounded
and not in that order so I healed you and raised you from the dead and I
don't think in that order either so..."

A Spanish warrior said, "Will you please shut up!!!!"0A


Dylon looked, blinking, "Uh, can I, uh, have some...clothes."

"You won't need them," the Spanish warrior said. The men holding thin
swords in each of their buttons were Spanish. That much was true. But they
only had on chest plates of metal and metal helmets that told anyone they
were conquistadors. On their torsos all they wore were thin thongs covering
thick big shlongs, uncut. And filled to the max. The dicks and the thongs.

Dylon gulped, "Oh."

Yoshi gulped too, "Thanks for saving us, magical dude but now..."

"Yeah thanks a lot," Nakoi snapped, "For nothing, into this..."




"Well if you think about it..."  Wiz felt the sword snuggle up into his
belly button, "It's not my fault you..."

Dylon nodded, "Yeah, hey don't blame the little magic witch boy, Nakoi,
we'd be dead..."

"You will be in a second," the Spanish warrior smiled, his eyebrow lifted
to one side as he pressed his sword into Nakoi's belly.

"We OWWWW!"  Nakoi gasped, "We will be soon again if..."

"Well it was kinda nice," Dylon said and shrugged one shoulder up, "I mean
in that spot...that navel spot..."

"I've had enough of this shit!"  Nakoi got mad again and pulled the sword
out of his navel and flung it sideways. The Spanish warrior hung onto it
but it hit the sword next to him, the sword of his comrade. This flung it
out of Dylon's belly button, almost ripping its side wall out.

"Hey I think...OWWWWW!"  Dylon finally felt it. As he did this, Yoshi saw
him kick the guy infront of him and this one hit the guy holding a sword in
Yoshi's belly button. The sword left Yoshi's button on a downward slant,
causing some pain to his lower lip in his navel.

Yoshi sprang into action and kicked the guy in the balls and then grabbed
the arm of the warrior holding a sword on Wiz's navel. He punched him and
took the sword and stabbed the guy even before the guy hit the side wall of
this prison on a Spanish Armada Ship. The guy was dead before he hit the
floor. Wiz looked, "Not raising you from the dead."  He just saw the other
warrior rushing at Yoshi, "Watch out!"

"Huh?"  Yoshi turned with his sword and just managed to nail the point into
the guy's lower lower belly. The guy stopped short but not in time to drive
himself away from the sword point. Instead he was on it. "Whaaa?"

Wiz got behind Yoshi, "Pull it out of him..."  He put his hands over
Yoshi's and together they did so, "Like this..."  They unstuck the
guy. "And then..."


"And then?"  Yoshi asked.




"Well, do I have to teach you ahhh, watch, everything!???"  Wiz and Yoshi's
hands acting as one stabbed the guy again in the same spot and moved the
sword up to the guy's elongated navel and pushed in.

Nakoi finished the other guys by getting one of their swords and he stabbed
them down. They grabbed at their crotches. One tore off his thong and his
pinkie felt up his balls, his fourth finger felt up the area where ball and
dick met, his middle finger was on his shaft, and his other two fingers,
the second was on his upper penis as it moved around and his thumb was in
his messed up navel, pressing, messing it up more. This guy moaned the
best. Nakoi stabbed him again, "Move your thumb guy or I'll get it too. Too
bad, too late!"

Dylon took a thong, "It's cummed in, damn! Can't wear that."

Yoshi looked up from the guy that he laid out with a sword, "Question is:
how'd we get off this ship? It must be full of warriors like these. Can we
beat em all?"

Wiz patted him on the back, "Sure you can!"

Dylon found a thong, "This one's pretty small..."

"So, not a prob for me," Nakoi patted him on the back, his own dick, big,
big and lusty. Dripping with a cum that was thick. His cut cock straight
up. "Beat em all?  We'll kill em all!"

Wiz said, "That's the spirit and then maybe I can find a place that's quiet
and peaceful so I can contact Trio again."

"While we're slaying these pathetics," Nakoi said, "You can try down here."

"That's cool, good idea---I can use these bodies to try some stronger
magic..."

"Stronger than what you did for us?"  Yoshi hugged him close.

Wiz's eyes went wide and his own penis thonged out to Yoshi's upper cut
belly. "Uhhh, yeah but good point..."

Yoshi let go of Wiz and looked between them, "Uh, yeah, you too."

Wiz puffed, "I mean...good point in that I'm tired from all that. Best I
can do now is a slight voice contact...maybe.."

"Come on," Nakoi lifted his bloody sword, "Let's get to this..."


"You might want to make it a sneak attack," Wiz said, "You're energy that
you have right now is probably from my raising you and healing you..."

"We'll do all right," Nakoi said, "Pirates trained us!"  He ran up the
steps. Dylon shrugged. Yoshi followed Nakoi. Dylon hugged Wiz too.

"Thanks," Dylon kissed him on the lips. Then he followed Yoshi's path.

Wiz swooned, "Mmmmm. Yeah. Hey. A guy20could get used to this..."  Then he
shook his head and went to a body. He found one and straddled it after
moving it so that the belly faced the wood framed ceiling. He found a knife
in the guy's thong, "Whoops, that's not a knife..."  Then he found a real
knife on the ground, one that fell from the thong, "There's you go!"  He
shoved it with both hands on the hilt into the guy's already butchered
belly button. He thought he felt the pelvis stir but it didn't matter. He
began to chant. "Sole, Sole, Sole. Sole, so Sole, can you hear me now?"

A sturdy black boy looked at the dying other boy and took his example in
being brave. He also rushed Justin when the others fell back and just
looked at the cowboy. Justin knocked the boy's sword out of his hands and
stabbed through the boy.

"Once we take over..."  he began to Sole, "Where do we go?"

"We have to get to the lads, they are in big trouble!"  Sole wounded a
young blonde boy's shoulder. This boy dropped his sword and grabbed his
shoulder with his other hand. Justin came close to Sole and behind them was
the upper deck floor. Sole saw him take a back start to stab the wounded
boy, and grabbed his arm, "No, don't. There's no need to..."

Justin pulled free and angled his sword into this boy's belly. The boy who
was watching them20and thought he would be spared, groaned, trying not to
let it all out. Justin yelled, "Don't forget Iokus and Kelli being
attacked! That's my need!"  He pulled the sword out as the blonde boy
groped his hands to his mutilated stomach. Justin watched as the boy gasped
again and again, puffing to stay alive. He slunk to his knees, grabbing his
wound too and finally fell face down. Several more sighs of air came out
and the last one was a long one, a moan of relief, "OH!
Oh. Ahhhuhhhaaahhh. Ohhhuh."

Sole looked away and to the ship's bow, "Where did Phall go?"


Before he could answer, Sodac jumped on Justin from the upper deck, behind
the pair, "Phall gone but not I! I kill if everyone else dead!"

Justin flipped him over his head but Sodac stood quickly with a Macer, the
sword with the three points. He swiped at Justin as Sole had to fight two
other boys. Justin saw his vest rip. They fought, with Justin pushing Sodac
back toward and eventually over a deck rail. The wood handle leading up to
the next deck was behind Sodac, the Filipino-Japanese-like boy.

Sole side stepped a long haired boy and the boy plowed his four-pointed
Skiver into the lower belly of a boy behind Sole who was about to spear
him. The long hair tugged it out, savagely, letting his friend drop, the
friend holding his messed stomach and pulling a stunned face. Sole stabbed
the long hair's shoulder and the boy yelled. This boy fell but was only
wounded.

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Justin knocked Sodac's Macer from the hand, then raised his sword at Sodac,
who backed as far as he could. His back was bent backwards over the upper
deck floor--at one of the square entrances leading to it. Sole grabbed
Justin's arm again, "Enough. Only kill when you have to."

Justin dropped his sword, making Sole let go. Sodac, his body still spread,
waiting to be jabbed, looked warily at them, then relaxed, thinking he was
spared. Justin grabbed Sodac's Macer from the ground, "Here, on this ship,
I always have to!" Sodac tried to move back again and spread his body over
the floor--as far as his back went. Justin plunged the cross beamed sword
into Sodac's stretched abdomen--into his navel. Sodac shut his eyes and
screamed wildly. The sword point went in and after it the other two points
on the cross beam---and these two found their way into above and below his
belly button. Justin twisted and the sword pivoted and turned in the
boy. Sodac's legs hung near Justin, the upper trunk up over the floor.

Sole yelled, "Maybe you should be one of them then! Stop!"

"Okay, I should be," Justin looked and zigzagged the Macer down across
Sodac's lower abs, "This is what their people do for an honorable death!"




Sodac gasped, unbelieving the pain, "NO!!"  He kicked and spasmed. A leg
went up. His dark hips rose. Justin laughed and finally mercy jabbed Sodac,
who fell from the railed floor of the upper deck. The points still in him
as he fell to his back, Justin slung it out. The weapon's three points had
made his trunk a carved, bloody pulp. Sodac sighed a deep sigh, grunted,
turned onto his belly and died.

Sole was sickened, "There was no need for that!"

"I have need and I saw you do it too!"  Justin stared at him, trying to
keep his face blank. Then more of the boys came their way, angered by the
deaths.

"You did?"

"Yes you have the killing in you even more than I do, now anyway..."

Sole looked at his sword, "I think...maybe...I did before too, only...."
He looked at the decks. There were groaning, spasming bodies across the
galleon's deck. Sole smiled.

Justin elbowed an Oriental-Chinese-like boy in the shoulder, downing him
onto one of those storage squares, where he laid holding his position,
trying to bear the hit. Justin didn't hesitate--- after stabbing the chests
of others nearby, he held his knife point out of his palm nearest the
pinkie, and drove the knife down hard into the storage square--through the
boy's lower belly. The boy yelled, "Ahhh, uhhhlll!"  Justin looked around,
wide eyed with battle lust and surveyed his number of surviving
opponents. As he did he rotated the knife slightly. The boy stopped moaning
as Justin did, taking it. Then Justin, without looking, removed it in a
quick upswing. The boy gasped a final breath, "O-o-ohhhuhllll."




Justin did not see any gathering speed to attack, but he looked up and in
the mast saw a boy pointing a bow and arrow at him. He grabbed a dying
boy's spear from a tight fist and hurled it up into the mastboy's
chest. The boy screamed outloud and fell from the mast, the spear refusing
to fall out of him, going with him to the deck. Justin engaged one boy,
tossing aside his weapon, using his forearm against the boy's chest to push
him against the wall of a first deck cabin. In a frenzy, Justin grabbed the
boy's own Vel from the hand and buried it, swiveling in the boy's belly. He
relished in the sinking body, watching the boy slump down, eyes slowly
closing. As he fell, Justin let the Vel go with him, releasing it from
grip. The victim could not decide if he should pull the Vel from his belly
since it kept swiveling on its own, chopping his flesh into hanging chunks,
mixed flesh strips and blood. The boy ended up as just another body at
Justin's feet. Justin looked at it and then up at the hesitant others,
"Next?"

Sole noticed that there were not many pirate boys left alive and
unwounded. He had already chopped Gobi's shoulder and Gobi sat on the side,
holding his bleeding arm in a way that made the blood stop running out. He
saw Phall about to enter the deck's lower, inner entrance, which dropped to
the lower cabins. He stepped next to Phall, "I want that spear!"

"Take it!"

Sole grabbed a fallen spear and thrust it at Phall, who countered with a
 blow from his spear, crossways. Sole pushed it at him and let go with one
hand, using it to punch Phall in the face. Phall fell back to a corner and
Sole grabbed the Huron spear from him. Sole looked at Phall cowering in the
corner.  "I'm not going to kill you."  From behind Sole, came the
Hawaiian-looking Malay-like boy Oren. He snuck up on him and had a cutlass
and was about to plunge it into Sole's upper back, between his shoulder
blades. Sole saw this in the eyes of Phall and ducked around, barely
avoiding Oren's blade. It struck down at his lower back and deeply cut
it. Sole gasped, swiped his spear across Oren's side. Oren yelled and fell
to the ground and rolled from his side to his back, near the door so as to
block Sole.

Below, the boys had run out of things to throw as Rube came closer. Iokos
ran to the furthest reaches of the bed in the corner of the room.  He had
taken his drunken time and was getting more aroused because of it. It had
amused him. Kelli followed Iokos and covered his with his own body infront
of the younger boy, still facing Rube himself. "Blonde one, where are you?"
Rube advanced as Awry kept guard on the door and Morcai watched.




Sole tried to step over Oren but the teen waved a Fi at his calves, ready
to cut tendons and ligaments. "I do not desire to slay you. But I must get
to my friends now. Cease and I'll let you live."  Oren, tired, nodded yes,
lowering his Fi star. Sole
 tried a third time to step over him and did so this time without believing
he'd be challenged. Oren raised the blade, lightly grazing Sole's back
leg. "You were warned."  Sole rested his spear against the wall quickly and
withdrew his sword. He extended his sword downward, swording into Oren's
belly button and moving it straight down. Sole took no joy in this and
watched Oren spasm upward, impaling himself even more. Oren sighed and
gurgled through perfect teeth, now bloody. "You will die honorably -- for
you did what I would have done."  Sole, as the hips rose more, performed
the Bakar --perhaps for the last time. Then he heard Kelli scream and ran
over Oren, grabbing his spear up and withdrawing his bloody, gore soaked
sword. Phall watched the whole thing in fear. Oren's trunk was an ocean of
flesh filled with blood, puddling in his belly and falling over the sides
of his body. His kicking slowed as he died.

Rube had Kelli on the bed and was atop him when Sole burst into the room,
pushed aside Awry and Morcai with his spear and put it against the wall by
the door, "Unhand my friend now!"

Rube got up and faced Sole with his own curved sword, "Hey, matie, there's
plenty for all of us."  He passed a pole in the room which extended up to
the ceiling, and rounded toward Sole. Iokos grabbed Kelli back up to him.

Sole waved his sword in the air infront of his and Rube's face, "Do not
make the mistake of thinking because you=2 0are drunk, I will not kill
thee."  Rube laughed, behind the pole for protection, yet he lunged his
sword. Sole easily ran him through. Morcai and Awry saw Sole's sword point
emerge from the small of their older friend's back. Rube looked at Sole as
if he had been betrayed. Sole looked determined at him but without joy in
killing. Nevertheless, he twisted the sword in a full circle and withdrew
it. The other two saw the point do a formation around Rube's back,
generating a large hole. Then it disappeared back into Rube's back. Rube
gurgled, shook, and looked at his stomach hole, then fell down dead. Sole
sheathed his sword, not expecting trouble from the stunned Awry and Morcai,
"You two, unless you want to follow your friend, I suggest you get out!"




Also drunk, the two picked up their spears which were in the room, and
rushed Sole. Sole sighed, bowed under them and they missed. On their next
lunge, he grabbed the shafts of both spears and crisscrossed the
points--into the opposite bearer. Morcai's spear buried into Awry's
muscular chest between pectorals. Similarly, Awry's spearhead found its way
into Morcai's upper stomach just below the heart and between the rib
cage. Sole swept both spears down and cut the boy's stomachs and
intestines. He let go and the two fell, interlocked in a groaning, moaning
death. The pain began to register on their soaked minds and gathered to a
fine sharpness in their bodies but as it did they died, moving their legs
to try to get up, spea rs moving along with their motions.

As soon as the rowboat came alongside the galleon, with the morning already
upon them, Kickai noticed trouble and jumped to the fish nets to climb up
to the ship, "Trouble on board. Kill the winners--we don't need any
squabble from them."

Durango looked as Kickai left the rowboat, "What? But we won! You can't
kill us!"

Sem could hardly wait. He turned around and stabbed the prisoner behind him
in the stomach. Sem felt this one was already feeling he was indispensable
and wanted to do this before. He just didn't like him. As he did stab
Durango, the prisoner with long black hair. Sok stuck the same prisoner's
back. Sem could feel Sok's blade in the boy and Sok could feel Sem's. Sok
laughed, "Supreme!"  They cut away and nearly severed trunk from waist.

Stefo stabbed the tall one with long red hair, the 22 year old, in the
throat. Next to him, side by side, the prisoner grabbed at his own neck,
then tried to grab Stefo. Stefo merely maneuvered the boy overboard and
heard his gurgling through water. Mera saw one, Farang, grab Morcan by the
neck from behind and quickly removed an arrow from his back pack and stuck
it between Morcan's back and the boy's belly. Mera punched the enemy with
the point sticking out of his fist. Farang immediately let go of Morcan and
held the arrow. Mera smiled and put the arrow end onto his bow, pulled it
and Farang--who was helped forward with a hand from Lokeen on his back---to
him. Mera giggled and fired. The arrow sailed into Farang. Lokeen and Sok
helped the body sail into the water as it pained him to death. They
laughed.

Toward the galleon, the last boy, Ami, tried to dive out. Cron jabbed hard
with his spear and poked it into the bare bony spine. It hit and seared on
past the nerves and into the kidneys and rammed out the front of the boy's
stomach. Cron let the boy lay there with the spear in him, body and spear
dangling alike. Cron, brown haired, stepped onto the back of the boy and
jumped onto the nets to be the first to follow Kickai up. The others dumped
the bodies into the water and it turned red around the rowboat.



Sole looked out the window, sure he would see a victorious Justin. Instead
he saw Kickai engaging the white haired one in a violent sword fight. Most
of the other pirate boys were dead or dying. The albino and mulatto were
left and Phall, who was still in his corner. Sole turned from the window,
fingering his sword. "Stay here you two!"

Kelli grabbed his forearm, "Don't go out there! You're hurt already!"

"I've got to help Justin," Sole looked at him, deeply into his eyes,
"Good-bye."

"Kickai'll kill you both!" Kelli, the little boy said, tears in his eyes.

"Yeah, it's a good day to die," Sole said and turned and ran out.

Kelli began to cry with Iokus.


TO BE CONTINUED....