Chapter Three- Idle Hands
"With our minds…," the security monitor said. Tak smirked at Zim's foolish optimism as she watched. Both boys did not realize they were being watched by a spy camera. If they had any plans of escaping, Tak was sure to know about it. But there was no possible way for them to free themselves. Tak had thought of every possibility, every loophole and shortcut. There were no openings in her plan.
"Oh Zim, you poor, idiotic nit-wit," Tak said aloud.
She let her eyes linger a bit longer on the video screen in front of her. Zim's position, as well as Dib's, was triggering her baser instincts, making her legs twitch in desire. The trip to Earth had taken about two months, the travel time greatly shortened by her new, superior ship. But it was still a long time for any Irken to go without a partner during a mating year. She had thought about Purple constantly, thinking up the fastest possible ways to take over Earth so she could return to the Massive. But now that she was so far away from home, it was hard to keep her thoughts settled on staying true to one partner. And Zim was so ripe for the picking. Even Dib was beginning to look tastier with each glance.
Suddenly, the eggs shifted in her belly. It was a natural part of Irken pregnancy. A few times a day, her uterus-like pouch would shift around the eggs to keep their circulation going. But it was a very painful process.
Tak groaned loudly and leaned back in her chair, grasping the armrests tightly. The pain was like human female menstrual cramps, only intensified by about tenfold. It lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough to bring the strongest to their knees.
Once the pain was over, she sighed and relaxed for a moment. These were agonizing reminders of her situation and why she should not be thinking of mating. But her basic instincts were too strong to ignore sometimes.
She exhaled once more and slowly got out of her invader chair. Note to self… never let a male fertilize my eggs again, she told herself. The whole process was truly a painful and tedious one. But soon it would be all over. Any day now, she would be ready to pass her eggs and send them away to the hatcheries. It was illegal for Irkens to keep their children, especially invaders stationed on other planets. She felt slightly troubled by the thought of giving her babies away, but the pak on her back had severed most of her maternal instincts at birth.
"Any day now," she told herself aloud, touching her swollen belly.
After walking around a bit and getting the kinks out of her system, she sat back down in her invader chair. In front of her stood a huge multipurpose screen, currently set on the video feed from the spy camera. Her prisoners had grown silent and Tak was becoming more bored by the second. She'd done all her work for the day and she couldn't continue until Mimi returned from gathering information.
Suddenly, her inner thighs twitched, sending a wave of heat right to her womanhood. This abrupt muscle spasm caught her off guard and she gasped sharply.
"Damn this mating year," she cursed out loud, "When I'm not doubled over in pain, I'm thinking of sex."
She tried to ignore her urges, but it was nearly impossible when every hormone in her body was screaming, "NEED SEX NOW!"
She looked at her gloved hand for a moment, then up to the screen in front of her. Her prisoners weren't getting any more interesting and she was all alone.
"Well… you know what they say. Idle hands are the devil's playthings," she said to herself with a naughty grin.
Her thoughts quickly turned to Purple and the night she had spent with the Tallest. It was one of the most arousing encounters she ever had. She wanted to experience it again with every fiber of her being.
"Purple…," she whispered, letting her idle hands wander to her leggings. She pulled them down, kicking them off her ankles. She spread her legs very wide and removed the glove on her right hand. Irken fingers where naturally thin and smooth, perfect for the sin she was about to commit.
She reached down and slid a finger inside her opening. Her womanhood was unbelievably wet and so very sensitive to touch. She moaned a little, imagining Purple sliding his worm inside of her as it wriggled around. Being as shy as he was, she'd have to help him along, but that only made him cuter and more desirable.
"Oh god," she gasped, moving her fingers in and out in a steady rhythm. Her breathing picked up and she could feel her heart race. "Yes, Purple! Faster!"
"Incoming call from the Massive," the computer stated.
Tak's eyes shot open and she immediately stopped. "What?!"
But before she could even remove her hand from her nether regions, the screen flipped on.
"Tak, I… woah!" Purple nearly screamed in surprise.
There was Tak, her legs open wide and her hand placed neatly inside herself, wringing wet with her own juices.
Tak quickly removed her hand and closed her legs, turning a bright shade of purple. She reached for her pants and struggled clumsily to get them back on.
Purple had turned around, also blushing from embarrassment.
"Is… is this a bad time," he squeaked, screaming at himself in his mind about having terrible timing.
"No, no," Tak stated, finally getting her pants up over her waist. She pressed a button on the control board with her clean hand and a mechanical arm dropped down from the ceiling, offering her a towel. She quickly wiped the fluids off her hand and sat back down in her chair.
"You can turn around now," she said, still very embarrassed about the situation.
"Well… I called to see how you were doing and ask if you missed me," he said with an uneasy smile. "I guess I got my answer."
"Uhh… yeah, I guess you did," Tak said with a nervous laugh.
Purple cleared his throat and continued, trying to seem professional, but having a hard time of it. "Have you detained Zim?"
"Yes. He and a troublesome human are being held prisoner in my base," she said after finally collecting herself.
"Do you have a plan to take over Earth," he asked, trying to satisfy his own curiosity.
"Of course," she said, pressing a few buttons, "I'll send you a summery."
A well-organized diorama of her plan popped up on the screen next to Purple's image.
"As you can see, I've sent my S.I.R unit to collect information about Earth's most dangerous weapon… the nuclear bomb. Using the data, I'll capture all nuclear weaponry and hold the Earth hostage. The leaders with have to turn the planet over to the Irken race, or face utter annihilation. If they don't surrender, I'll just quickly harvest what is useful and blow the planet up. It won't take that much firepower, seeing as they have enough munitions to destroy their entire solar system about three times over," Tak explained as the computer illustrated each step.
"Wow… simple but very effective. You are so evil," Purple teased after admiring her handiwork.
"It's humorous, really," Tak stated, "The humans have made so many movies about this exact incident, but they never thought it could actually happen."
"Just goes to show how stupid they really are," Purple said with a pompous smile.
"Indeed," Tak agreed.
There was an awkward pause in their conversation. They just looked at each other, both with yearning expressions, both wanting to say the same thing to each other but not having the courage. But finally after a moment, Tak spoke up.
"So… how have you been lately," she asked.
"I could be better," he replied, "Things have gone back to the way they use to be. Red is still a jerk in bed, even though I've talked to him about his habits. But he doesn't listen. He's innocent in his own eyes."
"Has he tried attacking you," Tak asked, her eyes starting to show their usual flame.
"No," Purple said, "I haven't even mated with anyone else after you left."
"I'm flattered," she said, raising an eyebrow, "One would think your little infatuation with me was something more," she finished with a taunting smile.
"You wish," Purple stated, obviously joking. In truth, he could not stop thinking about her. The days after she had left seemed longer and the nights colder. A warm smile adorned his fair lips from just seeing her again. But he denied himself such happiness, convinced that his feelings were no more than mating year urges. He'd never admit to himself the true emotional attachment he had towards her, however strongly his heart argued with him.
Tak smiled back at him. It was hard to believe that someone with such boyish charm and innocent awkwardness could have performed so dirty a deed as sex. She did find herself thinking of him often, and not just in the physical sense. But her smile quickly melted away when she realized she had been cheating on him in her mind, ogling away at her helpless prisoners with cold lust. She cursed the mating year inwardly once more, just in case God had not heard her the first fifty times.
"I suppose I should return to my duties," Tak finally broke the silence.
"As I," Purple agreed, "Promise me you will call when you can."
"I promise," she said, a hint of passion resting on her words. "If Red dare touches you, he'll be getting the third degree."
"I don't doubt that," Purple said with a reassuring smile. "Goodbye…"
Tak held up her forearm to him and bowed her head. "Goodbye… my Tallest."
Purple gave one last unsure glance before ending the transmission. The screen flickered once, and then returned to the video feed of the prisoner's cell.
Tak sighed and slumped in her chair.
"Can I ask you something Zim, since we aren't going anywhere anytime soon," said Dib on the security monitor.
The question grazed the surface of Tak's attention span and she watched the screen lazily.
"Sure…," Zim answered, slowly giving in to the situation.
"Have you ever slept with anyone before me? You seem rather experienced," Dib asked casually.
Tak's antenna stood up almost instantly and she straightened up in her chair. With a newfound curiosity, she watched the screen.
"Well, if you must know… yes, I have had some experience before you," Zim said, not really caring anymore.
At first, Tak wasn't sure she believed it.
Really? No… really?
But apparently it was true. The two began jabbering about their past encounters, the casual tone of the conversation leaving Tak to believe it had become a regular event.
"What a crazy universe we live in," she said, one corner of her mouth turning up in an amused smile. She put her hands behind her head and leaned back in her chair comfortably, settling in for an interesting session of eavesdropping.
It's been brought to my attention that Cuts and Bruises and She Stoops to Conquer do not sync up with each other because of the whole "rape" thing. So for this story, just assume everything is within the context of SSTC. Thank you my readers!