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AN: Just to let all you boys and girls know there is PURE UTTER FILTH in the latter half of this fic. If you don’t like slightly non con alien buttsex, I suggest you don’t read it. Oh yeah, and review, don’t be shy because you’re reading utter filthy alien buttsex crazy crank, just think about me writing this shit. I bet you feel better about yourself already. To my regular readers, sorry this took so long. I’ve been going through a miserable period and as much as I hate dragging real life into these sorts of things, it’s the reason my stuff has been going up so slow. Please forgive.

Kinetic Chapter 4: Reform
The door to the library swished open. Dib looked up nonchalantly from the mountain of tablets he had been skimming to Zim’s twisted visage.
“We’re going on a trip,” was the curt statement.
Dib arched his brow, “Where?”
Zim glared at him. “Somewhere you’d be interested in, Earth SMELL. Provisions have already been packed for you. Be quick, we’re leaving in 15 of your putrid Earth minutes.”
His fingers had gripped the tablet he’d been skimming to such an extent that he had almost broken it. Every time Zim made one of his brief appearances, Dib had to fight against the insane urge to throttle him. Not that he would have a chance against an insane monster, but the desire was definitely present. Especially ever since that last night-time visit.
Thankfully, it hadn’t happened again since then, but yet, Zim had been seemingly very busy lately. Dib also concluded from the literature he had been skimming that, to his alien captor, his station in life merited abuse. He had read a myriad of specific laws for human ownership and conduct, which viewed the human race as a group of pitifully ignorant savages that had been ‘liberated’ into the good graces of more advanced alien races. It soothed him somewhat to think this wasn’t so much personal as cultural. Dib was, after all, a slave to this mad bastard and, by all accounts, an inferior creature in his eyes. He hated to admit it, but Zim’s sadistic tendencies frightened him and consistently made him question whether he was being held here because he was of some use or for a more personal and potentially horrific reason. He only had to look at the destruction in some of the rooms on the ship to see what the mad bursts in Zim’s temper could do.
It still didn’t stop the helplessness he felt from turning into hate.
Glancing at the stack of books, he sighed. He was so bored; there was nothing to do but read the senseless garble in the tablets and try to make sense of it all. At least all the new rules kept the population to a convenient standstill; humans weren’t even allowed to hold jobs anywhere in civilised space. If his Dad and Gaz were still out there, it would far easier to eventually track them down, if the possibility of escape wasn’t, in essence, a ludicrous notion. The restrictions that made finding his family hopeful were also the same ones that made his circumstances irreparably glum. Even if he did find a way someday to escape the wildly advanced ship he was on, he would be foiled in the long run by these universally regarded laws.
“I didn’t even give a shit about them before,” he laughed sourly, “and now I’m spending all my time trying to track them down.”
“HURRY UP!” Zim shrieked.
He was snapped rudely from his misery.
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, dropping the tablets to the floor paying no heed since the room had recently been ransacked by one of Zim’s temper tantrums.
He was almost glad to leave.
The ship they travelled in was a small, two seat transportation pod. Loathe to mention it, Dib was actually having the time of his life riding in a fully windowed space craft and being able to watch the stars and planets zoom by at interstellar speeds. The trip was mercifully conversation free; Zim spent most of it pouring through holographic writing and symbols that Dib didn’t have a clue how to read. He was content to stare out the window in adoration at the bleak night that had become his surrogate home. It was depressing if he thought too much about it. There was no longer a planet Earth out there to claim fealty to but the initial thrill was enough to keep him from straying to truly dark and depressing places for the moment.
When they arrived at the docking station of a gloomy looking planet, Zim took a strange device out of his pocket. He snapped it quickly around Dib’s throat.
“Hey! OW! That pinched!” Dib cried, reaching up to feel the weird device warp into a small black collar.
“It’s regulations, Dib,” Zim said snickering, clearly amused by his discomfort. “It tracks your position and license.”
“License?” he asked.
“Human possession,” Zim spat, cheerfully.
Dib tugged at the device glaring at Zim. He didn’t care for it already.
The monstrous docking pad seemed to go on for miles. They passed by many strange alien races on their way through, none of which seemed the slightest bit interested in their presence. A hover elevator was waiting at the end of the hall to take them to the planet’s surface. When it finally popped up above the ground, Dib gasped in awe.
The planet was incomprehensibly vast. There were huge stalls reaching into the sky, space vehicles zipping by, obvious food stands and bars, taxis and weird aliens wandering around on all visible floors and platforms. The entire thing seemed almost infinite in its complexity and population. It was easy to see this was some kind of shopping planet, like an interstellar fruit stand that sold everything in existence.
“Where…where is this?!” Dib asked, astounded.
“Merchantalia. A planet that is under Irken rule but open to all interplanetary life. It’s a lot bigger than one of your puny Earth malls, Dib-worm, so don’t get lost!” he threatened. “There are over 3000 floors on this level alone, with over 23 levels on the ground and in space, all over the planet.”
“This is…amazing!” his paranormal investigator heart beat with exuberance; the sheer number of alien life alone was enough to give him palpitations!
“Yes, yes, truly a work of Irken engineering genius. Now come on. I’ve got work to do,” Zim said testily.
Dib followed Zim taking great pains to whip his head around at every step to try and take in the entire alien landscape. It was an impossible attempt, but he loved every strained moment of it. It was almost worth all the miseries and agonies he had endured so far just so he could see this one ingenious alien creation.
It was after quite a long time and many elevator rides later that they got down to the area Zim had business in. The place was much dumpier then the rest of the planet; it immediately set off a black market vibe to Dib. The type of alien lurking in this place seemed a bit more unsavoury. They leered smugly in his direction but would quickly turn away if they saw Zim’s hideous face peering at them. Dib was keeping his head low and trying to become invisible; it was creepy being a human in this spot. Zim stopped to talk in some weird language to a spiny alien. Dib took the opportunity to take in more of the alien scenery. To his left something caught his eye.
A human was sitting behind the awning covering a particularly shabby store. There were some beautiful handicrafts on display, sitting on the lush coloured fabrics that covered the tarnished looking table. It reminded him immediately of photos concerning Arabic stalls he had seen in National Geographic. A gigantic alien was sitting towards the front, apparently manning the table. Dib cringed; it looked like a giant black hairy spider. Eight eyes peered out from under its half closed lids and sharp points leaned over the table when one of its many legs reached out to show a customer their goods. The human made eye contact with him then, took a drag from one of the strange objects on the table, a kind of pipe, and smiled.
“DIB!” yelled Zim, grabbing his arm in an iron grip. “If you get lost, I won’t make the effort to find you so PAY ATTENTION! Stupid Earthenoid…” he grumbled.
They moved on through the crowd, briefly stopping here and there for Zim to observe goods or have hushed conversations in languages he didn’t understand. What Zim did exactly to support his ship docked in the deep uncivilised pit of space, Dib wasn’t entirely sure nor did he think he probably wanted to know.
After a few moments they arrived at a small grey door by an elevator pod.
“You’re going in here. I’ll be back in an Earth hour,” Zim said, gesturing to a small door against a grey metal panel.
“What’s that?” Dib said, apprehensively eying the door.
Zim glared at him in a most frustrated manner, “It’s a place for Earthenoids. What else would it be?! Where I’m going you’re considered just another object to be traded and I don’t want the hassle,” he sneered.
Dib glared at him not hiding his disdain in the slightest. “Yeah whatever, I’m going.”
He was shoved in and the door slid shut behind him. He was suddenly standing in a dimly lit grey hallway. There was another inconspicuous grey door at the end, which slid open as he approached it. His eyes went wide as he entered the room.
“Blue sky…” he said, jaw agape. “Green grass… birds!”
It was a holographic replica of Earth. Well a tiny variation of Earth, with green grass, blue skies and a few park benches here and there. A cityscape loomed in the distance, not really occupied by anything but hallucinations. It was an unquestionably strange feeling for him to look at something he’d never thought he’d see again.
“I wonder if it’s being cruel or kind,” a female voice broke his shock, “making a replica like this just for us.”
It was the first genuine human he had heard in probably over a year.
She sat on the park bench, throwing imaginary popcorn to the imaginary pigeons with a half smile on her face. Her hair was blond and pulled back, her skinny body clad in a plain brown shirt and pants that weren’t quite as finely made as his own.
“We’re wearing almost the same thing,” he said with a short laugh.
“They hand these out like uniforms,” she said smiling. “Yours are real nice though. Must belong to someone rich.”
He shrugged, “Maybe. It would be the first I’ve heard about it.”
“My name’s Sari.” Immediately sensing his apprehension, she extended her hand. “You don’t have to tell me yours if you don’t want to.”
He shook it gingerly and then joined her at a respectable distance away on the bench.
“It’s ok. My name’s Dib,” he said quietly. He didn’t want to say it but the blue sky was making him depressed.
She eyed him for a moment. “You look like you’ve had a rough time. Those are some pretty fierce looking scars, considering the kind of technology available to hide stuff like that.”
Dib hardened, the vague memories of his physical agonies began to tug at his mind again.
“I’m sorry,” she said, flushing, “I don’t mean to dredge up bad memories. Everyone has a story to tell, you know? My kid and husband vanished but I got off so easy compared to a lot of people. Whole neighbourhoods and cities went down. Everything was just decimated into oblivion,” she said sighing, starting down at the holographic birds pecking at the make believe popcorn. “It’s all anyone can think about. And it’s definitely all I can talk about.” She eyed him carefully. “You want to talk about it?”
He shook his head. “There’s not much to talk about. I got injured, an alien managed to fix me, but my family…” he swallowed. “I don’t know what happened to them but I think…I think they’re alive. Somewhere.”
She smiled at him, “Sometimes I wonder if it would be easier if they died right in front of my eyes. At least then I’d have some closure…”
Dib nodded his head slowly.
“At least we’ve got some hope,” she said, smiling thinly.
Subconsciously his arms went around, clutching his thin body, “Not really. Not really because…it’s a hard situation to explain. I’m trapped…”
“The alien that owns you won’t look for them?” she said inquisitively.
Dib nodded. “In simple terms, yeah I guess. It’s not like I could ask him anything like that. He only cares about himself,” Dib clutched his head in his hands. “I don’t even know what’s going on! He wouldn’t tell me anything…”
As if suddenly sensing something, Sari looked fearful, “Who? Who wouldn’t tell you anything?”
Just then, the door slid open and in walked a strange black clad figure. It was the human from the stand and he looked very uncomfortable in the sun and grass. It was almost as if the whole place filled him with intense disgust but he was trying to hold it back. His long nailed fingers were delicately placed over his mouth as his head turned gracefully from side to side, as though looking for someone. Dib met his gaze and the human smiled. As it walked towards him Dib realised the park was suddenly empty. Sari had disappeared and so had all the other human voices present. The whole world seemed to be in an unnatural hush, aside from the pecking pigeons.
“Dib?” the strange creature extended its hand.
“Yeah,” he said, staring strangely at the long nailed appendage. It suddenly hit him as he was staring into the weirdest pair of eyes he had ever seen. This creature was not in fact a full fledged human. He was some kind of half-breed.
To Dib’s further shock, he bowed down.
“It’s a great honour to be in the presence of Mighty Zim’s sire,” he hissed. “The delegates of the Arachnid Interplanetary Assault squad offer you a small token of our fealty.”
He was presented with one of the bizarrely shaped pipes he had seen at the stand, very similar to the one the very individual had been smoking earlier. He took it for lack of a better course of action.
“Thanks…I guess,” Dib said looking at the pipe oddly.
The strange creature nodded curtly with a forced smile on its thin lips and quickly vanished into the illusionary topiary.
“Sari?” Dib asked looking around. It was then he noticed whispers coming from bushes and strange worried noises hissed out of dark corners in the holographic world.
Zim! He heard, over and over spoken like a curse. Like something to be whispered under your breath in secret frightened reverence.
Then it hit him suddenly like a ton of bricks. They were afraid. Deathly afraid… of him.
It was exactly an hour later that he was dropped out of the hologram into the plain grey hallway. Zim was anxiously waiting for him outside the door, clacking his claws noisily against each other, leering from his hood.
He appeared very agitated and didn’t deign to speak, instead hissing under his breath and dragging Dib at break neck speed through the merchant zones until they got to the part that looked most like some sort of hotel. They went through a black door and came out into some kind of lobby. Everything in this particular place was automated, dark and rather subdued looking. Large wires hung out of the ceiling and weird orchestral piping was played from a sound system that wasn’t visible. Although it had a very industrial rough around the edges look, Dib could still surmise that it was just a style and was in actuality, a very posh spot judging by the highly decorated aliens that slipped through the halls. They didn’t stop in this place and quickly went through a hovering elevator to a floor with a million doors that all looked the same to Dib. Zim evidently knew where he was going and it wasn’t long before Dib was shoved unceremoniously into their room through one of the unmarked doors.

The room was Spartan and lush all at once. There was a very large circular black bed in the middle, surrounded by what seemed like immense quantities of wires around the perimeter of the platform it rested on. The pillows were huge and plump and, although Dib cringed at the thought of sharing a bed with Zim, it was large enough for him to probably claim a good chunk of it without ever having to come in contact with the alien beast.
He noticed Zim cricking his hands irritably and unwrapping various packages that he had stuffed into some kind of carrying device on his cloak.
Dib took on an obnoxiously cocky tone in hopes of irritating the alien further.
“Zim, why is everyone so afraid of you? I mean besides the obvious,” Dib said matter-of-factly.
“Because I am ZIM!! Insolent fool-boy! That’s enough to be fearful of,” he hissed, as though revelling in this knowledge.
Dib laughed bitingly. “You know, I somehow don’t think that just being you has ever been quite enough. When I was with the other humans, they knew who you were and they stayed the hell away from me when they realised I was…associated with you. And so did that weird human with the spider-thing. What are those? And what is this?” Dib pulled the pipe out of his pocket and held it out.
Zim snatched the pipe from him and looked it from the end down as though checking its quality. “It’s an arachnid pipe, a very well made one,” he stared at it, almost taking on a slightly more satisfied tenor. “They ‘smoke’ with it, a deplorable habit you humans have always historically enjoyed. All over space they sell materials to use in these. The Almighty Tallest themselves even smoke these on occasion.” Zim tossed it back to him, “You can get material to smoke in those all over the universe. If you’re agreeable, I may even find some for you.”
“Agreeable?” Dib laughed. “And just what is that supposed to mean? You’ve been a lot nicer to me since we got to this planet, which is odd to say the least. So what are you using me for Zim? Your own sick pleasure? Or do you have some other horrible purpose in mind?”
The lights dimmed in the room; it made Dib jump slightly. Was Zim controlling this room to with his mind, like the spaceship?
“It would break your pitiful human heart to know what they’re using the likes of you for all over the universe,” hissed Zim. “Why should I tell you, of all filthy human kind, anything, anyway? You’re at MY mercy.”
Dib tugged at the collar around his throat, it felt tighter suddenly, more restricting.
Dib gathered the last remaining shreds of his courage. “Why don’t you just TELL me then, Zim? I need to find my sister…if she’s alive,” he swallowed audibly. “Or do you know and you just aren’t telling me? I bet you have a lot of fucked up shit going on in that twisted head of yours.” Dib choked on the last words, tears welling up in his eyes. He still tried to avow that he would not show weakness, but he was cracking. He became very aware of how vulnerable he was now, alone together in this hotel room, far more vulnerable than when he had a whole spaceship to disappear in. Now there was no where left to run even if he wanted to. No where to hide. And the darkness of the room was closing in on him.
Steely warped legs perched themselves on either side of him as glowing red orbs leered down.
Dib winced when a claw went towards his throat, but exhaled with relief when all it did was push a button on his choker. A low laugh was heard in the dark before the figure receded into the black.
Dib sighed. “You play the stupidest games. Just let me take this thing off already! And turn on the lights.”
No movement was seen in the dark, which made Dib irritated. He stumbled onto the platform that led to the large bed.
At least if I fall I’ll land on something soft, he thought miserably.
He collapsed onto the bed and placed his hands behind his head. He hadn’t heard a door open, so he assumed Zim was still in the room.
“What are you waiting for, alien scum?!” Dib yelled into the dark. “I can still hear your breathing, so just tell me what I need to know and cut out the idiot games…” his voice suddenly trailed off.
What was that strange sudden feeling that enveloped him? His hands reached lightening fast up to the collar. It was doing something to him, something awful. His face flushed and he felt like he was choking. It took a moment for the sensation to hit but, when it did, it became unbearable.
“ZIM!! Take it off of me! PLEASE!! You don’t know what you’re…oh god…” he gasped, trying to wrench the choker from around his throat.
“Pleasant little trick isn’t it,” hissed the alien. “Do you think my games are stupid now, Earthenoid?”
“You’re so sick…” Dib uttered while he still had the capacity to speak.
“That collar can do a lot of things to the human body, Dib, a lot of truly horrible things. Right now, you’re experiencing one of the many touted virtues of this particular piece of machinery.” Zim chuckled, “Indeed, at this very moment neurons and synapses are firing into your brain influencing…other parts to heat up. Fascinating, isn’t it, Dib worm? I don’t just hold your fate in my hands, I hold all of your desires. At least the desires of your flesh… Interesting situation you’re now in, don’t you think?”
Dib moaned and clutched his knees to his chest. He felt his lower extremities growing and pressing harder against his pants. It was pleasure but also pain and the sensation was beginning to become unbearable. The heat was also rising to the rest of his body, causing him to become overly warm. Despite battling desperately with himself, he couldn’t help his hands from tearing at his top desperately. He choked down a plea…he wouldn’t say it, he absolved. He would not request his tortures to be ended, his pride demanded he keep his mouth shut now no matter how awful things might get.
“Here, let me help you,” the hissing voice tittered.
Dib cried out pitifully when he felt claws tear his clothes neatly to shreds. He writhed and curled up tighter as air assaulted his overly sensitive skin. Zim once again, receded into the blackness, his red eyes glowing softly in the gloom.
“You must really be feeling it now, Dib worm.” Such an eerie soft whisper; it caressed Dib’s ears. “What could we possibly do about it now? Perhaps you should relieve yourself, Dib.”
“NO!” he cried.
“Then maybe I should do it for you?” The chortling question hung threateningly in the air.
“No! Don’t….I’ll….I can’t…” he moaned, oh please stop this now!
“Then touch your skin, filthy worm. Touch it and show me what you humans do to yourselves when you think no one is looking.” The demand was rasped hungrily.
Dib could not see Zim’s expression but he realised that if he could, an utmost wave of shame would surely wash over him completely. For the moment, the darkness gave him just enough humility to keep him sane despite the acts he would undoubtedly be forced to perform. He knew this was only the beginning and, with a flushed face, he wrapped his hand around his greatly flushed member.
He let out a whimper at the touch. Everything was so heightened and taught from the manipulations the choker was enacting on his mind. His long pale fingers were felt so keenly now, more than we he had done it alone. Each digit wrapped around slowly, grasping and stroking. He made pitiful lustful sounds as he stroked, thankful that he kept his other hand tightly grasping the sheet. There was no way he would show Zim the true extent of his lust. He would not allow him to see the sexual depravity that wormed it’s way into his subconscious and tried to burst from him like the seed he was surely about to spill in this most tenuous of moments. A sob escaped from his lips as his hand tightened around his erection and his fist clenched onto the bed. He was stroking quickly now, with heightened knowledge that evil red orbs were staring down at him, watching his every twitch and tremble.
“Spread your limbs wider, expose your pitiful body,” Zim’s demands were met eagerly.
His back arched in expectation, his body poised at an obscene angle. He was completely wanton, completely lacking any inhibitions. His hand moved faster and it was at the last frantic moment he realised he couldn’t come. He sobbed and rolled to the side, gasping.
A single tear slid down his cheek. “Please….stop this,” he whimpered.
The tears only egged on the beast. In the dark room a monster grinned and took pleasure in the mournful sobs coming from the trembling pale form. Dib was curled up, his erection brushing against his skinny white thighs, red and swollen and unable to relieve itself. A familiar low hissing laugh alerted the young man to his fate. Claws grasped his face and balanced it precariously in their touch. He met blood coloured eyes, fierce and throbbing, producing their own evil light. A snake like tongue flicked out and licked his wet cheek. Dib shuddered, disgusted with himself and his obvious arousal.
“Beg for it.” The demand echoed in the room.
Dib whimpered pitifully, anything but that. Anything but the request he knew he could not deny. Those awful words seared deep into his brain.
“If you don’t, I’ll just leave you here like this,” a warning whisper, filled with twisted mirth.
“No! Don’t….please…” Dib sobbed fearfully.
“Please what, Earth boy. Please what?” The words were spat out joyfully, abusing Dib’s ears with their meaning.
Earth boy. The words stung, Earth didn’t exist anymore. His entire being didn’t exist anymore. His carefully composed person was being squashed out, stomped ruthlessly into the ground. He couldn’t care now, but deep down in his addled brain he knew he would care so desperately later.
He choked out strangled words. “Please…do it. Do whatever you want to me. Fuck me, take me, just do it,” the last words were barely a hiss.
He writhed on the bed, tangling his legs up into the sheets. The monster stared down at him, jaw slack with want, salivating at the thought. Every tear, every moan and every sigh of misery from Dib brought Zim that much closer to pleasure. The cries and whimpers of this young man was his foreplay and the power he took and abused was his ultimate pleasure.
Zim’s claws rose and stroked his damp hair, it was almost soft and kind a cruel mockery of affection. They grasped his waist and scraped lightly against his protruding ribs, he was still so thin from his ordeal, he hadn’t noticed until now. Dib felt a few warm drops of blood slide down his side and shuddered. Roughly he was thrown onto his back and then quickly covered by the masticated form of Zim. Spikes and protrusions became more evident in the shadowed gloom and Dib vaguely wondered when Zim had divested himself of his clothes. The slithering Irken tongue glided against his cheek again. Dib grasped the bed sheets as if they would somehow ground his hormone soaked brain; he felt Zim position his legs to facilitate that horrible pointed shaft that was gleaming toward him. When his eyes got a brief look at it, he realised quickly why it had hurt so much that terrible night. Protrusions and spikes were on this also, however, they did apparently serve a greater purpose than mere discomfort. Once again, when the long slender organ entered his body he felt a great rush of pleasure despite the pain. He screamed and was quickly silenced by a cold mouth crushing his. Dib could feel Zim’s myriad number of teeth through his lips; the feeling aroused him by surprise. Cold claws grasped his legs and held them steady while he was fucked with great force. Zim hardly ever made any sound at all, even now while enjoying Dib’s slick body to the utmost. Only occasional hisses marked any change at all.
Dib closed his eyes in desperation, he didn’t want his sexual fantasies altered by Zim’s revolting cock. He resolved to enjoy it since he apparently had no choice in the matter, but desperately tried to separate his pleasure from the disturbing reality. He was almost there. So close…so close…and it would all be over.
Cold air assaulted his body.
“No…don’t stop! Not yet…” he cried shamefully, regretting every word he was powerless to prevent.
When his delirious eyes opened he realised his hands were actually touching Zim’s warped abdomen. He had changed their positions so that now Dib was forced to feel the reality that was giving him pleasure. He struggled for a moment, now truly impaled and then let out a defeated sob. Claws harshly grabbed his bony wrists and pulled his body downward as Zim’s pelvis thrust vertically. Dib cried out, it was deeper then before causing him to writhe in ecstasy. The thrusts moved harder and faster, as Dib’s hands roamed helplessly over the cruel topography of the alien body underneath him. Claws still grasped his wrists, keeping his body pinned. His eyes were screwed shut, no mantra or fantasy could save him now, he was being fucked by a monster and loving every thunderous puncture. A mad smile graced Dib’s lips; he was losing his sanity to his lust.
After two particularly cruel fucks, Dib’s body finally relented and his body pulsed with a shuddering orgasm. Zim still continued, forcing the essence of Dib’s gasping moans deeper until he spilled his black tainted seed inside with a last violent thrust.
Dib moaned at his body being moved and vacated. He was tossed aside to writhe and touch himself even though his cock no longer appeared virile with blood, the strange effects of the choker were still present. The afterglow of sex was transformed into an even headier arousal. The air touched his nipples and made him sigh. Every inch of his body was transformed in sensitivity to that of the tip of a penis.
When he felt Zim’s body crawling over him as he lay face down, he couldn’t help but whisper a shameful plea.
“Are we going to do it again?” he asked, pitiably.
“Yes. You’ve been very complacent, such a good human slave. But this time, you’re going to take it in your mouth first,” Zim hissed cheerily.
Dib licked his dry lips. He would without question. And he would do so many more torrid things that night, until they all homogenised into one tantalisingly terrifying fantasy. After all, that was Zim’s plan. Forge even the briefest of connections; break the old ones that would tie him to his family. The Earth boy had been so close to the knowledge that his sister was alive. But he would never see them again. He would never be set free. Zim would hold the power always and give rewards based on performances for his pleasure. Although his distorted Irken body could feel no compassion, he could feel a twisted kind of affection. The sex acts performed by the weak human were just a warm up; the true shackles would come when these things produced fruit. Then there would be no escape and the Dib would undoubtedly be his prisoner forever.

In a dark hotel room, in the pit of space, Zim felt satisfied that their game had finally been won.
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