Chapter Five- The Full Blow
Dib yawned a little. He was getting tired of trying to think up an escape plan but always coming to a dead end. It almost felt as though Tak had thought of everything. There was no getting around her plan.
Dib turned his head to look at Zim and raised an eyebrow at his prison mate. Zim was fidgeting and whispering something to himself.
"Gir! Gir! Come in, Gir! Where are you," he whispered worriedly.
"Zim, what are you doing," Dib asked.
"Nothing… nothing at all," he answered, but still seeming very worried, "I just have a very bad feeling about something," he finished, his eyes darting towards the door every other second.
But Zim's fear was about to show itself. Just then, Tak burst through the door with a demonic looking gun in her hand. Her eye twitched and her balled up fist was shaking with fury.
"I found your spy bug, Zim," she said through her gritted teeth.
Although this sight greatly frightened Zim, he remained calm and collected. "I don't know what you are talking about," he said, looking away from her haughtily.
Then, without any warning, Tak furiously pistol whipped him across the face. She knocked him so hard, he spat blood onto the floor. His body went limp for a moment and just dangled by his wrists.
"You have a lot of nerve, you stupid, little insect," she growled at him, pistol whipping him again.
He spat a mixture of blood and saliva onto the floor and looked up at her with a snarl. He may have been small and weak, but he wasn't a coward. He also had too much of an ego to crack under a few cheap blows.
All the while, Dib could only watch the horror of Tak's unmerciful attacks. He didn't know if he should say something in Zim's defense or save his own skin by staying out of it.
Zim glared up at her, his head throbbing in pain. "Do what you want to me… I'll never break," he growled at her.
Infuriated by his rebellion, Tak hit him again, even harder than before. And Zim couldn't help but let a loud yelp of pain escape his lips. Tak reared back her gun again to strike him down once more.
"STOP IT!"
Tak stopped and looked over at Dib. She was almost surprised by the human's bravery, or better yet, stupidity. "What did you say," she said, glaring at him.
"Leave him alone," Dib demanded.
With cat-like reflexes, Tak jumped up quickly and landed with a loud crash on the operating table, straddling Dib's restrained body.
Dib screamed out in surprise as she did so. Her landing was so heavy and loud that he could have sworn her feet left imprints on the metal table. He watched her with trepidation and concern, almost regretting having said anything.
She lowered herself to her knees, still straddling Dib's body. She leaned down towards him until their faces were nearly touching. She could see the fear in his eyes, and that only fed her vicious temper. She stuck the barrel of her gun underneath his chin.
"And what are you going to do about it if I don't," she asked, her voice resembling the hiss of a snake.
Dib trembled beneath her hold. His breath shuddered as it left him and small beads of sweat ran down his face and onto the metal table. He had no answer to her question, but that wasn't exactly what he was worried about.
"Leave him out of this, Tak. This fight is between you and me," Zim suddenly said.
Tak glanced over at the other Irken. His face was tilted down, but his eyes were fixed on her, giving him a livid expression. Purple Irken blood dripped from the side of his mouth and onto the floor. His chest heaved up and down heavily.
Tak just looked him dead in the eye for a few moments before giving him a sadistic smile. "What do you care, Zim? I would think you'd be happy this filthy human was taking your beating," she said.
Zim blinked in response and looked down at the floor for a second as if to think about the question.
Tak raised both eyebrows and laughed haughtily. "Don't tell me you've actually grown attached to your little plaything," she said, digging the end of her gun a little further into Dib's flesh.
Zim just squinted his eyes more and gritted his teeth. His breathing was really picking up as he began anticipating her next move.
Tak finally realized what was going on between the two of them. She wasn't sure if it was real love or just extreme infatuation, but there was more than just mating year urges bonding the two. And in her blind fury, all she desired was to make Zim squirm.
"No," she asked teasingly, "Then you won't mind if he and I have a little fun," she continued, leaning down and clasping Dib's head in her claw-like hands.
Zim gasped lightly, his eyes growing bigger with worry and his squeedilyspooch beginning to turn in anxiety. He couldn't say anything because that would only egg her on. He didn't know what else to do.
Tak leaned down towards Dib, touching her forehead with his. "I think you're smart enough to know what will happen if you bite," she said to him, foreshadowing her own actions.
Dib knew what she meant. He was about to become Tak's helpless little toy. His heart raced fearfully. The thought of being stripped down to his most vulnerable state made him wince.
Suddenly, Tak forced her mouth onto his, kissing him ferociously. She moved the pistol from his chin to his temple, using her other hand to hold his head still. Dib clenched his eyes shut and groaned in distress, trying to escape her lips, but finding it hard to break free of her vice grip. Her tongue invaded his mouth, slithering and touching everything it could. He gave thought to biting it, but realized he probably would not live through the day if he did. So he unwillingly took it as she attacked his pretty mouth.
Tak pulled back from him, a bit of saliva still on her lips. She wiped it off with the back of her hand and glanced over at Zim. He was clearly upset. His lips had curled up into an irate sneer as he watched Tak take over Dib.
"What's the matter, Zim," she asked, removing her black invader gloves, "Do you not want to share your toy with me?"
Zim just looked away, still fumingly mad. He wanted to tell her to stop with every fiber of his being, but he knew that would only give her more ammo to use against him. Not to mention, she might do more damage to Dib than she had originally intended.
Tak scoffed at him and turned back to her trembling victim. "I think I prefer you without clothes," she said to him, grabbing the collar of his shirt with her free hand.
With amazing strength and speed, she yanked at his shirt and tore it right down the center, leaving a good chunk of fabric in her hand. Dib could only flinch at the sound of his shirt being torn from him. He felt cool air on his now exposed chest, making him tremble even more.
Tak parted the torn shirt to get a better look. She ran her free hand down his bare chest, licking her lips hungrily. Dib wasn't ripped with muscles, but over the years of constant physical activity, he had grown fairly tone.
Dib closed his eye and gritted his teeth, trying to imagine being anywhere but there. This wasn't like his first time with Zim. This was real rape. He wanted nothing to do with this, but he was helpless against her will.
"Tak, please stop…," he plead.
His pleas of mercy sent a tingle up Tak's spine. She set down the gun right next to his head and grabbed the ends of his sleeves. Without hesitating, she ripped through them easily and threw the material aside. Now Dib's torso was completely exposed.
Zim watched helplessly as his mating partner was stripped and molested. He growled in frustration and anger to himself, being sure Tak did not hear his disapproval. Lord knows what she might do to Dib if she knew how much it tormented Zim.
Tak ran her tongue down the center of Dib's chest till she got down to his naval. She knew she was breaking him by the distressed groans he made. He pulled at his restraints frantically, but to no avail.
Still straddling his quivering body, Tak sat up and raised her shirt up over her head. Dib instinctively looked away, not wanting to see his attacker's body. But Tak would have none of that. After she threw her uniform shirt aside, she reached down and grabbed Dib roughly under the chin.
"Look at me," she growled, jerking his head towards her.
But Dib had his eyes shut tightly. So Tak moved her hand from under his chin to around his neck.
"Look at me," she growled again, squeezing his throat cruelly.
In panic, Dib gasped loudly, but kept his eyes shut. He could feel his lungs burning from lack of oxygen and he gagged over and over again against Tak's strong grip.
Zim gazed on, watching anxiously and wondering if she was going to release him in time.
Tak continued squeezing until finally Dib gave in and opened his eyes. Once she had won, she released him. There was nothing to be gained in this sexual experience if her toy was dead.
Dib gasped even louder than before and went into a frantic coughing fit. Never had he felt so thankful for oxygen.
"There, that wasn't so hard," she said evilly, moving down to his pants while he was distracted. Her bare, Irken hands unbuckled his belt. Almost with a daunting grace, she grabbed the zipper of his pants and pulled it down. She also reached down to her own Invader pants and unzipped them.
Dib heard the sound and knew where she was headed next. He began fidgeting so much trying to clench his legs shut that Tak had trouble undoing the button of his pants. So naturally, she became frustrated.
With sharp, hostile quickness, she slapped him across the face. She was so fast, it was hard to tell she had even moved at all. But the sickening snapping sound of flesh connecting with flesh was the ultimate proof of her vicious attack.
Dib was sent spinning into a daze from the blow. Zim had slapped him many times before in similar situations, but Zim's hits were almost playful and never really hurt Dib in the long run. But Tak held nothing back. She didn't care if he was going to feel it in the morning.
By the time his head had stopped spinning, Dib realized his pants and underwear were now around his ankles. He looked over to Zim, who was having a hard time watching. He moved around uneasily in his awkward position, his hands firmly tied above his head.
Dib was still looking at Zim when he gasped suddenly in surprise. Tak had grasped him in between his legs and began working his cock in her hand. It was slightly limp due to Dib's raging fear, but the physical stimulation was slowly bringing it to attention.
Dib began panicking in his mind. He tried thinking of anything to keep himself from going hard; old nuns, kittens getting trampled, armpit hair, and anything else he found disgusting or unattractive.
Tak smiled at his obvious suffering, still stroking his package. He couldn't hold out much longer. And soon enough, Tak won the battle.
"There, that's perfect," she said menacingly, staring at his juicy hardness. She began the task of positioning herself just over his shaft. She touched the tip of his cock to her vaginal slit, moving it back and forth to torment Dib even more.
"Tak, please, I beg you," Dib pled once more, his eyes beginning to water.
Tak smiled evilly. She looked over to Zim who glared at her with pure hatred in his eyes. "What do you think Zim," she asked tauntingly.
Zim just continued glaring, not saying a word. His angered breath shuddered as it left him. He wanted to scream and rant and rave with all his might. He wanted to break his bonds and jump to the rescue. He wanted to make Tak suffer for forcing him to watch as she defiled the closest thing he ever had to a friend and lover. But mostly, he wanted to completely break down. The scene playing out before him was becoming too much and he felt the emotional pull on what little bit of compassion he had. Dib was taking the full blow for him, and it made him sick.
Tak continued staring at Zim for a moment. "Nothing to say, Zim? Have it your way," she finally said with a wicked smile.
And with that, she lowered herself onto Dib slowly, gasping in pleasure of the sensation.
Dib let out a small, frightened yelp when he felt her womanhood on his cock. It didn't hurt, but the shear thought that Tak was taking him unwillingly just ate him up inside. He tried to be strong, but he was nearly ready to crack.
Zim's lower jaw quivered in a mixture of hate, anger, and misery. It finally happened. She had fully taken what was his. He couldn't bear to watch any longer. He shut his eyes tight and turned his head away.
Tak fully seated herself on Dib's lap, his entire length inside her. She lingered in this position for a moment or two, enjoying the pulsing of Dib's throbbing cock inside her. This was a new experience to her. The Irken worm never pulsated like this.
"Oh, Dib," she gasped with a villainous voice, "You feel so good inside of me."
Dib shut his eyes and whimpered in shame. He felt disgusting.
Tak sighed once more and used her powerful leg muscles to lift herself up a little. Dib's member slid out of her womanhood, but was quickly forced back in when she sat back down on his lap roughly. She continued this motion a few more times until her natural juices had completely covered his package for ultimate thrusting.
Dib cringed at the feeling. It made him sick to his stomach. His eyes continued to water, but he refused to let the tears fall.
Suddenly, Tak forced her hands underneath Dib's butt cheeks, causing him to shriek in surprise and alarm.
With unfeminine upper body strength, Tak began ramming Dib's hips into hers, forcing him to penetrate her deeper and deeper.
She was getting so caught up in the pleasure, she almost forgot why she was doing it in the first place. She glanced over at Zim only to find out he was looking away, revolted and dismayed by the scene.
Tak smiled impishly. "What's the matter, Zim," she asked, "Not enough chutzpah to take it like an Invader?"
Zim tried to ignore her, but every sound they were making seemed as though it were amplified, ringing in his head like an angry wasp. Dib's groans of agony and his pleas of mercy tore at him like a knife through the heart.
Tak laughed evilly and grabbed Dib by the back of the head. The shear force of her grip caused Dib to instinctively open his eyes in panic. She yanked his head in Zim's direction, forcing him to look at the fallen Invader.
"You see there," she growled, "That's your lover! That's the idiotic little coward you obsess over day in and day out. He doesn't even have the nerve to look at what he brought upon you," she said to him.
Dib just looked at Zim, seeing how he hid his face. How disgusting a sight this must be, Dib thought, his body moving back and forth with each forced thrust. He didn't hate Zim for not looking. Frankly he couldn't blame him.
"How do you like it, Zim," Tak added, "He's your little scapegoat."
Zim just shut his eyes even tighter at the comment. He felt so terrible for what was happening to Dib, and yet he could do nothing to stop it. He knew he needed to be strong, or face whatever else Tak might do.
"Look away and I kill him," Tak suddenly said, raising the gun to Dib's head.
Dib gasped loudly at the new threat, looking upward at the gun barrel.
Zim's eyes automatically shot open and he reluctantly looked in Tak's direction. It was what he feared. She had a gun to Dib's forehead, holding it steadily in place while she recoiled up and down on him.
"You know I mean it," Tak remarked snidely. She pressed the charge button on the gun for emphasis.
Zim flinched at the electronic raving up sound the gun made. He could tell she wasn't playing games. In her state of rage, she would most likely do anything to make Zim suffer. So unwillingly, he watched.
Tak, still bouncing up and down on Dib's cock, grinned at Zim and returned her attention to her victim. His grunts, moans, and cries of suffering were like sexual music. And in her moment of bliss, Tak began moving her gun down the center of his nose towards his lips. With hateful force, she shoved the gun into his mouth.
Dib moaned fearfully, breathing loudly through his nose.
"Suck it," Tak commanded. And before he could comply, she pushed the gun even farther into his mouth until he was nearly gagging on it.
Dib heaved a couple of times before making an effort to obey her command. The gun pushed against the back of his throat, making it nearly impossible to actually suck it. But he forced his lips around the barrel and tried as best he could to do as she said. It was so painful.
Tak reached up to her own Irken breasts and fondled them as she watched Dib suffer beneath her. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, but she wasn't even close to being done with him. So she ceased moving for a moment and just enjoyed the sight of him gagging on a high power Irken pistol.
Dib could feel his stomach starting to come up, and he tried to swallow the feeling. But that was nearly impossible with the gun scraping against his throat. He gagged once and tried to continue, but he couldn't.
Tak, seeing his trouble, decided to move on. She slowly removed the gun from Dib's mouth. He coughed and gurgled violently, but the relief of being able to breath once more was unspeakably blissful. Was this an act of mercy? Was she finally coming to her senses?
No way in hell. No sooner had he recovered from his choking, he felt something hard and rigid being forced into his back entrance. This was all he could take. He gritted his teeth and let the tears silently flow over his cheeks. He whimpered pitifully, trying not to scream from the great pain.
Zim reluctantly watched the horror of what was happening. Tak was actually forcing the gun into Dib's anus, her finger still on the trigger. At any moment, her finger could slip. Zim almost felt like crying himself, seeing the great danger his partner was in.
Tak just laughed at the collective pain she was causing. But it wasn't enough for her. Once the gun had traveled as far up as it could, she pulled it out some and forced it back in quickly.
Dib couldn't hold in his agony any more. As she thrust the gun into him, he screamed loudly, sweat and tears dripping down his face. How could anyone be so cruel?
Tak looked over at Zim. And to her surprise and annoyance, he was looking away again, too traumatized to watch.
"Hey! I thought I told you not to look away," Tak screamed in his direction.
A streak of fear shot through both boys at her outburst. Zim immediately opened his eyes while Dib's heart raced in anxiety. At this point, there was no doubt Tak might actually kill the boy pinned beneath her.
Tak sat up straight on Dib, almost as a sign of her dominance, glaring at Zim. But once her will had been enforced, she picked up her task.
With amazing coordination, she began moving up and down on his cock again while simultaneously shoving the semi-lubricated gun into his entrance.
The feeling of both actions at once was too much for Dib, and he shamelessly began screaming and crying with every thrust, the torture and humiliation etched onto his face. He didn't even feel human anymore. He felt like scum, dirty and vile, not fit to live.
Tak gasped in pleasure over and over again, and watched as Dib's tears ran down his face. "That's it, human. Cry… cry for me," she said sadistically.
Zim had had enough. "Please, Tak! Stop! He doesn't deserve this," Zim finally shouted, "Punish me instead!"
Tak heard his outburst but continued her thrusting. She looked over at him and smiled evilly.
"In case you haven't noticed, I already am," she shouted over Dib's screams. "And I don't think you've quite had enough."
Suddenly, she pressed the charge button on the gun again. It vibrated slightly and Dib knew something bad was about to happen. Both he and Zim shrieked in terror.
"No! Please! Don't," Zim shouted, tears now starting to flow from his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you," Tak said tauntingly with her finger on the trigger, still thrusting and bouncing feverously. She picked up the pace a bit, getting more and more into the sensation.
"Please don't do it," Zim cried, his knees going weak with fear. He watched the gun fretfully, praying her finger wouldn't slip.
"You can't stop it, Zim" Tak said through the noise, "You both have had this coming for a long time."
Dib almost sounded like he was having a heart attack. His chest heaved up and down in panic. He didn't know what to do.
"Tak, please! Maybe we can work something out," Zim screamed.
Tak didn't say anything for a moment, but then smiled. "One… two…"
Zim gasped loudly and started twitching around. "Tak! No! I'll do anything!"
Dib began crying even louder when he heard her starting to count.
"Three…," she said, still thrusting and recoiling on his cock. Her pace had picked up even more and she started gasping louder and heavier.
Dib struggled beneath her in his final attempts to free himself before she had a chance to pull the trigger. But his restraints had him pinned down too tightly. He was no longer crying in pain but in sorrow. "Please…," he sobbed, "I beg you…"
"Four…," Tak said a bit louder, getting a better grip on the gun. Everyone knew that on five, something would happen.
"Please! I'll do anything at all! Just don't kill him," Zim screamed at the top of his lungs.
Dib's heart was almost ready to explode. He was shaking hysterically beneath her, sobbing and screaming from the pain and fear. "Please…," he sobbed one last time.
Finally, it happened. "Five!"
She pulled the trigger.
Phew! Long chapter... but a greatly anticipated one, I'm sure. I bet you are all thinking, "Finally! Some smut!" You perverts, you... Ahhhh! What's going to happen?! Only I know! Mwahahahahahaha!