Date: Sun, 21 Apr 2013 22:08:37 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Easter on Inselah

			     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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