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Zim twitched his antenna. Lard Narr had had it replaced for some reason. "Probably so he can rip it off again." said a little nasty voice from the back of his head. Zim whimpered. He didn't like that voice. He flicked his antennae again. It didn't hear as well as it used to, and he couldn't feel differences in air pressure with it either. He flicked his other antenna. It was working perfectly.
The door opened and Zim looked at it, nervously. He hadn't seen Lard Narr since his antenna had been pulled out, and Zim was scared that Lard Narr was going to kill him.
Lard Narr did indeed enter the room, but he took one look at Zim and exited straight away. Zim didn't blame him. He knew that he was covered in dried blood and other liquids, and probably smelt.
Lard Narr returned 2 hours later, carrying a bar of Irken soap. He threw it at Zim, 'clean yourself up, Irken. You're disgusting.' He then left the room, again.
Zim looked at the soap. He recognised it as one of his own personal bars. It had a bite mark in it from where GIR tried to eat it, mistaking the bar of soap for a taco. Zim hoped that this bar didn't have any bacon in it. He was relieved to find that it didn't have bacon in it, and, apart from the eaten part, it was in perfect working order. He scrubbed himself from the top of his head, down to the base of his feet, doing his back the best that he could. He put the soap down when he felt physically clean, getting annoyed at the parts of his back that he couldn't reach, feeling the dirtiness on them.
After he felt clean, he redressed, then stood up next to the bed. He couldn't go anywhere, because of the chain, but he could stretch his muscles. He knew that if he didn't, Irken superiority or not, they would waste away, and he would be unable to even get up, let alone hatch a cunning escape plan and run away. He hadn't got an escape plan yet, but he wanted to be able to get away when he had thought of one, which he would, because he was brilliant.
He was half-way through his stretches when Lard Narr came back in. Zim stopped immediately. 'Don't stop because of me,' Lard Narr said, coming up behind him, 'This is one of my favourite shows. I love seeing how flexible you are.' He started nibbling on Zims' neck.
'You watch me?' Zim asked, outraged.
'Of course I do. This room is monitored with cameras. Only I have access to them, but it's still monitored.'
Zim shuddered as he felt Lard Narrs' hands creep over his stomach and tickle him slightly. He didn't want it to, but it felt kind of good. It was a different feeling to the normal gropings, or the beatings, or even when Lard Narr was gentler with him. It even felt different to the first time they had been alone together. That had been pleasing for Zim, but he had known it was wrong. This didn't feel wrong at all. Zim let out a slight moan, and rubbed against Lard Narr.
Lard Narr grinned as he heard Zim respond to the touches, and moved his mouth from Zims' neck to his antennae, where he started sucking and licking them, eliciting a different kind of moan, and feeling Zim relax against him. He also moved his hands lower, creeping one beneath the skirt, and just letting the other wander. He was surprised when the first hand encountered a hole that had never been there before. He "explored it" with his fingers, and was rewarded when Zim rubbed against them and made a strange sighing/moaning/groaning noise.
He moved his wandering hand to his pants and pulled them down, pushing Zim forwards with his body weight, so Zim had to put his hands out to hold himself up. It still wasn't right, so he pushed Zim down further, so he was leaning on the bed with his forearms holding himself up. He removed his slightly wet and sticky fingers from Zims' new hole, hearing Zim growl in disapproval, which made him bite on Zims antenna lightly. He then placed his hands on Zims' waist, and positioned himself so he could slide in easily.
When he was inside he stopped sucking on Zims' antenna, and heard Zim panting lightly. Lard Narr moaned at feeling he got from Zim. It was a wonderfully smooth tunnel, the walls weren't damaged by scarring, and it was wet and hot and very tight. He moaned again when he felt Zim wriggling.
'Mooove.' Zim moaned, annoyed at the lack of anything from Lard Narr. He knew what was happening, and he was enjoying it. Right now, he didn't care about anything other than getting Lard Narr to move.
And Lard Narr was more than happy to oblige. He stared slowly, but quickly picked up his pace, slamming into Zim without caring about injuring him, because Zim kept on yelling for him to go quicker, harder, and just yelling general words out. He felt Zim tighten around him in release, and though he had very vocal throughout the act, he was silent when he came. Lard Narr felt Zim slump bonelessly beneath him, but kept on with a few more thrusts, until he came too. Then he climbed into bed, pulling an insensate Zim with him, and fell asleep holding onto Zim.
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Zim lay awake next to Lard Narr. He felt betrayed. Not by anyone, but by himself. He had allowed that Vortian to rape him, and he had allowed himself to feel good at what was being done to him. He was barely an Irken anymore. He should just give up. He closed his eyes and pulled the blankets up over his head.
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Zim doesn't know what it's called, other than rape, so that's why, during indeterminately consensual sex, Zim still called it rape.
You think I keep continuity in mind when I'm writing this? If you answered yes, shame on you. If you answered no, congratulations. I usually go and change things if it's too obvious, and if anybody would like detailed explanations for anything, just ask and I'll bore you to death.
This originally came without a sex scene. If you are interested in that version, just ask me for it. It contained a bit more of what I laughingly refer to as plot, and less long words.