EASTER ON INSELAH
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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The trumpet call shattered the calm of dawn, throwing Thlem out of his bed in fear and shock. It was here! Easter had arrived on the planet Insehlah as it did every spring! God and saints preserve him, it was EASTER!
"It's Easter, it's Easter!" screamed his mother outside his bedroom door. "Cindu, Leejah, Marba, come to me, hurry, hurry! It is Easter!" She was calling Thlem's younger siblings to her. But not Thlem, not this year. Thlem...had come of age. Tall, thin, not well muscled at all for his frame had shot up faster than his bulk, and this topped with a rather disorderly thatch of sandy-colored hair and an elongated, hawk-like face. Once he grew up some more and filled out, Thlem might become a handsome fellow, but for now, he showed his recent adulthood all too plainly.
"Thlem! Thlem!" came his father's call instead. "Hurry!"
"I'm coming, Father." Thlem shouted as he tugged on his clothes. His pants, his tunic, his shoes sewn of cloth with wooden pieces on the bottom, that was all he would wear. He slept bare, and his undergarments and socks would have taken too long to put on. He must hurry, hurry, it was time for the Easter hiding now, now, now! Only the Sehlah, the alien race with whom Mankind shared this world, knew upon what exact day of spring Easter would be in any given year. For Thlem and for Mankind, it was a case of listening each spring morning for the trumpet's call, their sole warning that Easter had come once again to Insehlah.
Outside the screams and shouts of the men and women were already building. Thlem opened his door and his father was at the front door, waiting only to see that he was indeed coming after him, and then his father raced outside. Thlem gulped and took after his father as quickly as he could. His first Easter, Thlem now must be one of those who went to the Easter Gardens.
He was more than familiar with the Easter Gardens, the term given to the massive area outside of town, large rocks and megaliths and dolmens and what may have once been sculptures. The area was in the dim past a Sehlah town of some kind, but the Sehlah no longer lived there and now, there was no purpose to the stones lying about, save that it was a place for children to play their games of hide-and-seek...and the more important hiding and seeking of today...Easter day.
Thlem lost sight of his father in the rush of the menfolk toward the Gardens, the rush of the women as they cried out to their menfolk wishing them well or mourning their possible fate, the children being rounded up and carried off by their mothers to the cellars where they would wait out this day until the Easter Hunt was done.
Thlem looked about as he ran, he'd planned on staying close to his father but that was not to be, so perhaps some other man who'd been through hunts before and could advise him.... There was Edlar! "Edlar! Edlar!" Thlem called as best he could.
Edlar looked over at him. "Thlem!"
"Would you hide with me this day?" Thlem asked/offered/begged. Edlar had been through at least two hunts before, he would know what it was like, if a hiding place would be sufficient to hide from the Sehlah hunters or not.
But Edlar shook his head. "No, on this day, each must fend for himself!" he said. "Ask not to share a hiding place or aid of another at any time. If you must, push another into the path of a Sehlah approaching you."
Thlem gulped at this. His ignorance was not his fault, he had asked often about the Easter hunt, but no man had ever answered him on such things. Only now did he learn he was to hide alone; his childish games must guide him well now. A good hiding place, able to hold him in safety until the Sehlah gave up hunting, passed on and returned to their own village....
But his first chosen hiding place was taken by one of the Morridun brothers who fended him off angrily from attempting to join him there. The second was taken by two men angrily fighting each other for the place, Thlem did not join in the battle for one of them had a knife and the other a club and both seemed ready to kill for the favored hiding spot.
And the Sehlah were now here! Thlem looked about anxiously. No longer could he pick and choose, he must take what he could and hope it would suffice! There, over there, two rocks near to each other and touching on the far side, he could squeeze as far in between them as he could and hope that he would not be noticed! He dove in and found his body would only go slightly beyond the entrance of the two. He pushed at the space harder, another few inches even might mean the difference between being hidden and being found! May his thinness be his salvation!
The Sehlah were upon him. Thlem heard their snuffling breaths and looked about. Two Sehlah were heading his way. Twenty feet tall, the Sehlah were the shape of squids, if squids could walk upon land upon their tentacles, but their legs ended in soft rounded pads and halfway up their body, a second ring of arms so sinuous and agile that they seemed tentacular, five of them, they ended in large bulbs that could split open into six malleable fingers, each about half as big around as Thlem's wrist. Above these arms were the Sehlah faces, large eyes the size of pie-plates, each bearing a three-lobed shamrock-shaped pupil that could dilate down into three simple lines or bulge out to nearly fill the eye with blackness. the mouths, three of them, were on a part of the body that could extend out, these three mouths could thus join together to jointly eat a prey or two hold something in place while the central mouth devoured at its leisure. Any one of these mouths could swallow Thlem's head entirely if it chose. All of this was covered with a soft-looking fur on the body, the limbs were bare and glistened softly from a gooey mass the Sehlah exuded in lieu of sweat.
Thlem moaned in terror and pushed his body into the shape between the rocks, harder, harder, though his ribs ached from the pressure. If he could not be pulled out by the Sehlah, then maybe they would tire and go on to easier targets.
The first Sehlah turned away and reached out and snatched, came back with a man in its grip. The man yelled in terror and was caught by two more of the hands, and the Sehlah triumphantly turned away with its prey.
One was gone, the other might also find another before Thlem. It might, it might, so Thlem told himself even as the Sehlah came toward him, even as it reached down for him. His last, fading hope was that the Sehlah could not dislodge him from this place, for he was wedged in rather firmly...but the Sehlah's arm slid into the cleft on the inward side and down, then the entire length of it shoved and Thlem's entire body was thrust outwards, there was an instant of scraping skin and then he was flailing outwards, to be scooped up by the Sehlah! Caught! He'd been caught by the Sehlah on his very first Easter! The fact that the majority of men were always caught in this ritual was faint consolation, there were those who were never caught, and their names were foremost in his mind. Not for him were their exalted and honored ranks. He was caught!
The Sehlah hooted in joy and ferried him away out of the Garden and back towards the Sehlah village. He would now be kept there until nearly sundown, to suffer a fate that no man would ever talk about afterwards, but it must be horrible, the way that their faces were marked with shame and the way their more victorious rivals hooted and mocked them in their defeat! His fate now, his fate!
He had never seen the inside of a Sehlah home, and the similarities to his own home were vaguely disappointing. Larger items that he had at home, of course, but still, a chair was a chair, no matter what sat upon it. An oven was an oven, and a bed was a bed.
It was the bed toward which he was ferried and the Sehlah lay down upon it, holding Thlem upright on what would have been its stomach if it had been a man. The hands came over and began to tug at Thlem's clothes. Hard. Thlem remembered how men would trudge back to the village after being taken poorly clothed or not clothed at all, and yelped, "All right, all right, I'll take them off, just please don't rip them!" The Sehlah may or may not have understood him, but Thlem was allowed to pull of his tunic and then drop his trousers. His shoes, he managed to kick off along with the trousers and was nude. "There, I've got them off!" he declared. "Now whatever you're going to do, get it over with already!"
The Sehlah made a sound Thlem actually recognized, that of affirmation/approval/agreement. Then he felt the central arm, the one that had fished him out of the cleft in the rock to begin with, rise up between his legs, the bulb at its tip flexing out into the digits of the hand-like appendage-tip.
Thlem ended up in what would have been the palm, the central area of the several digits, and the biggest of them, the one that was nearly two inches thick and almost a foot long, it slid up toward Thlem's anus. The rest of them, the longer, thinner ones, rippled like a half-dozen less one snakes that swarmed over his testicles and up his cock, wrapping and squeezing it, coaxing it from frightened flaccidity to trembling turgidity. Thlem gasped, groaned. God, this was beyond sexual exploration such as he had done with his male friends in childhood, this was downright obscene!
And then the main digit reached his asshole and touched it, caught. It had somehow become slicked, slippery. So much was little known or unknown about the Sehlah despite the many centuries Mankind and Sehlah had shared a world, for they had spent those centuries apart...save for this one day of intermingling, the day that Man was the prey and he had been captured.
So Thelm found the slicked up main digit was probing into his anus and the grease or whatever it was on it was sufficient to pave the way despite his own choices. And a part of this was his own body's betrayal, it was delighting in the attentions that the other five digits were providing to him, and when this slippery, slimy serpent slid into his sphincter, he found it opening and making way for it to delve even deeper.
"Ah, gah!" Thlem gasped as his ass was invaded, as his prick was stroked and the snake-like digits began to stroke the shaft up and down with increasing speed, sending his cockskin up and down and over his glans and back again. "Ah-hah, gah, ah, hah!"
His cock was the epitome of adolescent tumescence, Thlem was a sturdy young man of six years' age (the Insehlah year was more than three times as long as old Terra of legend, he was no mewling child!), and his body was still raging with the witches' brew of hormones that this year of life was renown for, he had entered puberty and gone through it but it still wasn't settled into this body firmly, and when his body was stimulated as it was now, he could only ride out the hormonal storm, and let it take him and hope to survive the experience.
The Sehlah had seemed to be waiting for this, and when Thlem's orgasm raked its claws over his brain, the Sehlah rose up and the central mouth closed upon Thlem's cockhead and when Thlem ejaculated, the entirety of the spunk shot into its rather gaping maw. The tendrils that surrounded Thlem's pud never ceased their stroking motion, they milked every droplet out of his pud and continuing to manipulate him even after he was done, exhausted, panting, they continued their dance of delight upon his dong.
And the digit buried within his anus pumped even more slippery substance into his body. Thlem now was sure that the mucous-like fluid was oozing from the body of the "finger" itself, not being applied from without. So little was known about the Sehlah, by him at least and that was all that counted. What could this portend?
Thlem was not released, the Sehlah's body still held him and the only difference was that the gigantic being permitted him to lie down down, putting him down upon what would have been its chest had it had one, and Thlem discovered that this position did not hinder the flexing of the tendrils upon his prick in any wise, they continued their relentless manipulation, now they were teasing his cockskin, coaxing it back to full extension. That combined with his youth was sufficient to stir Thlems' body to renewed sexual excitement.
And that thing within his ass...Thlem became convinced that this was the Sehlah's sexual organ. Gods knew it didn't have anything down where a prong belonged, having it as part of the central arm's hand was as sensible a second place as any...more extensible, at least.
And in this new position, the arm began to move the slicked-up organ in and out of his ass. Now it was fucking him in earnest. He couldn't pretend it was a finger any longer. He had a Sehlahn cock up his butt! This Easter ritual was nothing but a case of alien mass rape! And his ancestors had agreed to this event every single year! His father and older brothers had been captured like this more than once in his own memory, who knew how many times it had been his own flesh and blood in a bed like this, being butt-fucked by a creature like this! And now it was his turn.
Despite this horrifying knowledge, his body again betrayed him, again his prong began to hum and his senses began to blur as his ass was rammed by this increasingly active and now unmistakable prick!
Thlem's cock began to tingle in that unmistakable warning and Thlem moaned, wondering if the Sehlah intended to catch his climax again. If not, he was about to spray a sticky load right onto that sleek fur.
But the Sehlah male did identify Thlem's grunts and lifted him up and again that mouth caught hold of him. And this time, as Thlem squirted his wad into the sucking mouth, the organ in his ass oozed a mass of sticky heat that could not be mere lubricating mucous.
Surely he would be released now! But no such luck. Thlem remained captive in the Sehlah's embrace and his cock was stimulated into climax after climax. Thlem had no idea how his father or another older man would fare under such conditions, but his adolescent body was able to rise to the occasion again and again and again. Fully a dozen times was his own ejaculate siphoned from his body and the Sehlah cock in his ass pumped packet after packet into his body.
And it was finally done. The Sehlah hand released him and Thlem sagged gratefully down. Now he could go home.
Not quite. The Sehlah lifted him up, rose from the bed, and carried him bodily, naked, into the central square of its town. There, to his humiliation, Thlem was carried to a large vat and held over it and there forced to evacuate his ravaged bowels to pump all of the Sehlah's ejaculate out of his ass. The Sehlah must have kept track of his loads, for when he had squeezed out five and thought he was done, the Sehlah gently urged him to continue, and only when the sixth and final packet of Sehlahn spunk was squeezed out was Thlem ferried out from over the vat.
What happened next was even worse to him, even though he knew it was coming. But it was soon done and he was then released. The Sehlah male who had held him captive even was kind enough to bring him his clothing and he put it on and trudged his weary way back to his own village. He wasn't alone on the road, others were similarly walking home with a gingerness to their walk that Thlem now, finally, understood.
"Ho, Thlem!" Edlar called out as he arrived back at the village. The lucky lout had managed to escape the Easter hunt, he was unmarked as Thlem was.
"Ho, Edlar!" Thlem said with some disgust. As Edlar approached, he explained his outrage. "You might have warned me what was going to happen."
"It wouldn't have changed anything." Edlar said.
"I feel so...unclean."
"You'll feel better in the morning, after you've slept and washed and are sitting in church and can see how many other people were caught."
"Yes, the church." Thlem pondered it. Tomorrow, the church would be overflowing with people decked out in their finest clothing, and the priest would speak of the resurrection of Christ and the promise of new life. "I just don't understand one thing."
"What?"
"We call today's ritual Easter, and I'm told it's named after a celebration on Earth. But how does what happens, us being hunted by aliens and carried away and then, after they're done with us, they spray us with all these weird colors all over our bodies and we have to just live with it until it wears off." Thlem looked down at his body, he was colored green on his left half of his body and yellow on the right half. Other men were colored red, blue, orange, purple, some all one color, others many colors and designs. Thlem knew it would cling to his body for nearly a thirty-day. "What could all of this possibly have to do with what the priest will talk about in church tomorrow?"
"Who knows?" Edlar shrugged. "But our ancestors all agreed about calling it Easter, so they must have had their reasons for thinking it was appropriate. Now go home and rest."
And Thlem wended his way on home.
THE END
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