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VINDICATION	By : Florville Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 29601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 6: SLAVE

****Well, to all those who have waited patiently...*snickers* ...to warn all my readers, this chap has domination/humiliation, sadism (sorta), a teeny bit of blood, oral, and lotsa slashy goodness.****

Dib awoke with a start when the cage door slammed against the wall. Zim stood there, his arms crossed over his chest, looking down at him.

“Get up.” He growled.

A shudder ran down Dib’s spine at the tone of Zim’s voice, and he rose to his feet quickly, backing away a little.

Zim stepped forward, pulling something out of his pak. “Don’t move.”

Dib yelped when something snapped around his neck, pinching the skin and burning a little. He instinctively pushed against Zim’s chest, but when he looked up, it was directly into the dark red eyes of the Invader.

“Wh-what are you doing?” He rasped, his hands still on Zim’s chest.

Zim ran his gloved fingers along the edges of the metal collar. “Staking my claim. You are my prisoner, yes…but you will serve me in the meantime as my slave, and will do so until I decide that I can trust you.” He snickered, stepping back to eye his newest possession. “Then, and only then, will I consider your proposal for alliance.”

Dib swallowed hard, but straightened his posture, holding his head up proudly. If Zim thought he could scare him away, then he was sorely mistaken. Dib had made up his mind, and he would stand by Zim’s side over the crumbling remnants of the human race if it was the last thing he did.

Zim shook his head, grinning and backing out of the cage. “Come, slave.”

Dib stepped forward, jumping when Zim snarled.

“I did not give you permission to walk, stink-beast.”

A shudder ran through Dib’s frame as he lowered himself to the ground. Christ, Zim must’ve had a different kind of slavery in mind…

Dib clenched his teeth and crawled towards him on his belly, telling himself inwardly that he would only have to bear the indignity for a while, until Zim tired of it…

“Now, slave--” Zim emphasized the word, drawing great pleasure from the way it made Dib tense. “Clean my boots.”

The words made Dib’s stomach clench, his blood running cold. “W-what?”

Zim’s eyes narrowed and one sharp tentacle lifted from his pak, slashing down hard across Dib’s back, leaving a long, bloody line on the flesh. “You heard me.”

Dib hissed softly, the lash on his back throbbing as the blood trickled down his sides. “H-how…?”

A dark smile curved Zim’s lips, and his voice was smooth. “I believe you’ve seen enough of your world to know what I’m asking of you, human.”

Dib clenched his teeth, shuddering again. Still worth it. Revenge…still worth doing this…

He leaned forward, tentatively touching his tongue against the black material, his cheeks flushed.

Zim watched, intrigued, amazed that the once proud Dib was on his belly before him, licking his boots. It was such a pleasurable feeling…almost…arousing…

Dib could still feel the blood trickling down his back, and for a split second he wondered how this scene would look if viewed from another perspective, and he instantly regretted it, because the thought gave him a hard-on. Wait, how could he be getting pleasure from being demeaned like this?!

Zim crossed his arms, then uncrossed them just as quickly because it obscured his view of what Dib was doing, and for some reason he didn’t want that.

“Switch sides.” He growled huskily, feeling a pleasurable burn in the pit of his squeedlyspooch.

Dib let out a low moan, instantly coughing to try and hide it, hoping to god that Zim hadn’t heard. He began to lick at the other boot, sweat breaking out on his forehead as he shifted his weight, the bulge in the front of his jeans rubbing against the cold metallic floor.

“Yesss…” Zim purred, his eyes drifting half-closed. Now he knew why those humans in the videos GIR had brought home found this type of thing so enjoyable.

And the strange thing was…he could have sworn he’d heard Dib make one of those moany sounds they made too. He cocked an antenna, one eye narrowing.

“Are you enjoying this, human?”

The question made Dib cringe and shudder, and he pulled away a little, his head lowered.

Zim’s eyes darkened and he lashed Dib again, the sharp tentacle leaving a bloody line that angled across the previous one.

Dib cried out, almost exploding in his pants. “Yes!!” He clenched his fists as he lay trembling at Zim’s feet, completely mortified. “Y-yes…”

The answer made Zim growl softly, the burning feeling inside of him getting stronger. “Get up on your knees. I want to…try something.”

Shivers ran up and down Dib’s spine, and he swallowed hard as he rose to his knees, not meeting Zim’s gaze.

Zim slowly removed one of his gloves, holding out his bare hand, his two fingers and thumb outstretched. He offered a finger to Dib, his eyes narrowed. “Suck on it.”

Dib flinched, pressing the heel of his hand against the bulge in his pants, trying to calm himself. Revenge…keep thinking of revenge…you’re not enjoying this, damn it…he’s an alien, there shouldn’t be any sexual connotations to this, he’s messing with your mind, trying to make you lose your cool… The voice in Dib’s head carried on as he leaned forward, parting his lips and touching the tip of his tongue to the end of Zim’s finger before taking it into his mouth and sucking it slowly, clenching his eyes closed. The skin was smooth and cool, with an unusual taste that was almost…pleasant.

Zim groaned at the sensation, his member already sliding out of its sheath and pressing against the inside of his uniform pants. “Yes…” he hissed softly, clenching his other fist, waiting to see if the human’s saliva would burn him. When a few minutes had passed with no negative reaction, Zim growled and fisted his hand in Dib’s hair, yanking his head back. He looked down into Dib’s eyes and ran a finger down the vulnerable column of his throat and along the metal collar, a dark smile on his face.

Dib shivered at the feel of Zim’s finger running along his skin, the grip in his hair firm and commanding. He squeezed his eyes closed, gritting his teeth. not enjoying this…revenge…can bear this…still worth it…

“Open your eyes, slave.”

Still…worth… Dib gasped when he heard something unzip, his eyes snapping open as something smooth and hard rubbed against his cheek.

“Mine…yes…mine to use…” Zim purred, rubbing his member against Dib’s soft cheek, delighting in the sensation.

Dib shuddered, trying to pull away. “No…this…this is wrong…”

Zim only grinned, his eyes narrowing. “Then why is your hand down your pants, slave? I did not tell you to do that.”

Dib’s eyes widened and he yanked his hand away, his cheeks turning scarlet.

Zim laughed mockingly, then grabbed Dib by the jaw, pressing the tip of his member against the human’s soft lips. “Suck on this. Please your Master.” Zim pushed his member into the wet warmth of Dib’s mouth, groaning and shuddering. It was the most incredible thing he’d ever felt, and his knees quivered as he fought to stay standing.

The taste of Zim’s skin was just as pleasurable as before, but this time…what he was doing…Christ, he’d never gone this far with anybody…never even dated, and here he was on his knees blowing Zim like there was no tomorrow.

Zim was panting hard, his fists clenched tightly in Dib’s hair. “Yes…yes…YES!!” Zim bucked hard, releasing his hot seed into the human’s waiting mouth, his back curved in an arc and his antennae pressed flat against his skull.

Dib wrenched back, gagging and spitting out as much of Zim’s clearish blue seed as he could, then shoving a finger down his throat and puking up the rest, coughing, his eyes watering. God only knew what that stuff could do to him!

Zim jumped back and then scowled, his member sliding back into its sheath. Zipping up his uniform, he snarled at Dib.

“Disgusting pukey slave-beast. Clean it up, or that will be all you’ll have to eat for the next Earth-week.” He stomped out, uncertain as to why Dib’s reaction had offended him so much.
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