THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, ENJOY!
After a long night at the strip club, Sarah struts back to her studio apartment in a sour mood from only being able to make $600 tonight. Granted it were only a Monday and the real money came in on the weekends, it was still a disappointment to her. She was barely able to keep her head afloat between rent, bills, and groceries, and if that wasn't enough she was also about to start another semester of college which would completely deplete her finances.
The clicking sound of Sarah's high heels echoed loudly through the silent streets of Dallas, Texas at 3 a.m. along with the sound of her chattering teeth as she mentally cursed herself for not bringing a jacket into the crisp, cool night.
Just as she was crossing the road to trot up to her apartment, she spotted a small shadow, perhaps the size of a child, run through her peripheral vision along with the sound of faint giggling. Sarah nearly jumped out of her skin and clutched her rapidly beating heart. "Goblins" was the first thought that popped in her head, but mere seconds later she scoffed at such foolishness and lit up a cigarette. "Here I am 22 years old still worrying about things that go bump in the night", she muttered to herself as she unlocked her door and fumbled inside.
Sarah had convinced herself the whole 'underground' fiasco was nothing more than a silly dream. A dream her confused, dissatisfied, and lonesome 15 year old mind cooked up after reading one too many fairy tales...However vivid the dream may be.
With a long sigh, Sarah kicked her heels off in the middle of the living room and immediately went in the kitchen for a drink, or two...Or three. Then retreated to her bedroom to peel out of her work clothes that reeked of sweat, cigarette smoke, and shame, and decided to retire to bed without a shower and nude.
Sarah plopped back in bed, staring up at the ceiling fan blankly as she puffed another cigarette. Her body was sore and ran down, her feet covered in blisters, and she was feeling as though she ran ten marathons. "I work too fucking hard to be this goddamn broke", Sarah said aloud. "What the hell was I thinking moving to Texas, anyway? I should have listened to dad and went to college near home to be a writer, then at least I would have a little help and financial support and my family in my corner. But nooo, it always has to be a fucking adventure with you, Sarah. When will you ever learn that every action has a consequence?", Sarah asked herself, blowing out a cloud of smoke, shaking her head.
"Shit has got to get better than this", Sarah said finally as she stubbed out her cigarette and closed her eyes, but then she heard a faint shuffling noise across her floor and snapped her eyes open. She peered around the room and could have sworn she saw a shadow run by, but she brushed it off and lay back once again.
"Fireys, faeries, talking worms, goblins, goblin KINGS...Utterly ridiculous", she scoffed, even though somewhere, deep down she knew the truth of what happened all those years ago. And with the sudden shadows and noises she's been hearing, it's hard for her to forget what she has been chalking up as some kind of vivid dream or hallucination.
"But how nice would it be if such a place did exist underground...", Sarah said, closing her eyes as she envisioned the labyrinth and all its creatures. "...an escape to all the bullshit above ground and all my real life responsibilities", Sarah continued, pondering on everything, she didn't even realize that the words escaped her lips, these meaningless yet all-powerful familiar words, "I wish the Goblin King would come and take me away right now", she muttered before almost drifting off to sleep, but the sound of a bulb busting, curtains flapping around, and a strong, scent of sandalwood and musk that was purely masculine whooshed through her room, causing her to jolt up in her bed.
Sarah was frozen, completely paralyzed with fear as a familiar face stood before her with long, puffy hair, face full of makeup, black suit with an elaborate cape, and complete with a shimmer of glitter, with that condescending smirk.
The Goblin King watched her amused as she pinched herself repeatedly to see if she was dreaming this whole ordeal. Sarah was sure she was. He smiled at her in a way that caused a chill to run down her spine.
"Oh my God!", Sarah exclaimed. "How much did I have to drink?", she asked herself silently.
Jareth slowly trailed towards her to which she cowered away and tried to make herself as small as possible, hoping perhaps she could sink through the mattress.
"Hello, Precious. It's been much too long", Jareth said, reaching out a gloved hand to caress Sarah's face.
"T-t-this i-isn't r-real...YOU aren't r-real", Sarah stammered. Goblin King just chuckled darkly. Sarah was trying to be rational and convince herself this was all a bad dream to which she would soon wake up from...Either that or she was Bellview bait.
Jareth tisked. "Oh, but it is real, as am I. I'm as real as the moon and the stars, My Sweets", he said, gesturing a hand towards the night sky outside her bedroom window. "...And ohhh, how I have waited, and pined, and longed, and craved for this moment to come. Alas, it has. Do you know how much it killed me inside watching you try to forget me, Sarah?", Jareth spoke. At his last question, Sarah froze even more, her whole body tensing. He had been watching her?
"And let me tell you, My Beloved, absence has made the heart grow fonder", he said as he lay a leather clad hand over his heart. "But I knew, one day, I would have you back, and this time you would be mine forever. I knew all I had to do was send a few goblins your way to re-jog your memory and you would conjure me up, My Love", Jareth said, now climbing on the bed with Sarah...But she is having none of it and gasps, jumping up whilst clutching her pink sheet to her body, and finding a corner to cower in.
"Y-you c-can't do this!", Sarah shouts, "That's kidnapping, and kidnapping is just fucking wrong and immoral!", she added matter-of-factly, as if she were just stating the obvious. She was attempting to look and sound brave, however she was on the verge of pissing herself.
"You wished me here!", Jareth boomed and leaped out of the bed and over to Sarah at inhuman speed. "And mortal morals are quite different than that of the undergrounds. You should be flattered", he informed her. "What a great honor it is to be adored and loved by a God, Precious", he continued as he aggressively snatched her thin body to his.
"Piss off, Goblin King! I will never love you or even fucking want you!", Sarah shouted angrily, slapping at Jareth's chest and trying to disentangle herself from his grip.
Jareth chuckled darkly, in such a way that immediately causes Sarah's struggle to cease and all protests to die on her lips. "Precious, I don't care if you don't want me, you're mine and I'm yours", he said as he stroked her hair almost how one would pet a dog and roughly continued to hold her against him.
At this point, Sarah feels defeated and is in shock. "But what about my family and friends, will I ever get to see them again?", Sarah asked.
The pain in Sarah's voice also hurt Jareth. He genuinely felt sympathetic towards her. Unfortunately, she would not get to see them again. And while Sarah's needs were important to Jareth, he was naturally inclined to put his needs before hers. His kind were selfish by nature.
"When I take you underground, they will lose all recollection of you. It will be as if you've never existed to them", Jareth told her softly, in an attempt to make her feel better whilst avoiding her question, but it only made her feel worse.
"I swear to you, I will make you so happy. I can make all your deepest desires within your grasp, I will bring all your dreams into fruition, I'll paint you mornings of gold, I'll spin you Valentine evenings, love. There's nothing that this realm can offer you that I can't give you and more", Jareth told her, staring lovingly into her eyes for approval. It deeply angered him when he didn't see admiration and gratitude in her eyes, she still looked afraid and skeptical, and defeated. Jareth growled lowly. "How ungrateful of her! I would cherish, lavish, and serve this woman, and I ask for so little in return. All I want is for her unquestioning obedience and to be a foot stool for her master!", he thought.
"No matter...You will be mine, whether that's what you want or not", he said, then within a blink of an eye, they were back at the labyrinth castle.
Sarah felt lightheaded and queasy, then felt her knees give out on her, but instead of hitting the floor she fell in a pair of familiar strong arms. "Easy, love", Jareth whispered to her as she stabilized herself.
"So what do you think of your new kingdom, Precious?", Jareth asked Sarah, with a smug smirk on his face that irritated her beyond measure.
"Mine?", Sarah scoffed.
"Well...Ours", Jareth responded. "You are, after all, going to be my queen", he added, stepping closer to her and stroking her face. Each time Sarah backed away from him, he quickly closed the gap between them by striding closer to her again.
Sarah internally was seething and screaming "Fuck you, I'm not marrying you and I'm not fucking staying in your goddamned kingdom, you crazed, kidnapping, baby-snatching, bastard! Go find a woman that actually wants you, fucker! You have to force a woman into marrying you, that's how much of a pathetic sack of shit you are", but of course the words never escaped her lips. She knew it would fall upon deaf ears. Jareth, witnessing this, was pleased as punch. He saw her anger brewing within, her face turning beet red with rage, her lips quivering and begging to yell obscenities at him, but she didn't. She submitted to him. It stroked his ego and turned him on quite a bit. But Jareth had no doubt in him that he couldn't break her.
"So how about a little tour, my love?", Jareth asked Sarah, offering his arm so he could escort her around properly. Sarah looked at him blankly a moment, then looked to his offered arm, then back to him, then finally walked past him. "Piss off", Sarah mumbled.
Jareth was having none of that, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him quickly. "I have warned you before, I can be cruel. If you do not get in line very quickly you will soon find out just how cruel I can be...Now, you will take my arm like a proper lady", he hissed through his teeth. "Which I'm sure will be quite the challenge for you with your track record. The drinking, the smoking, the cursing, the dancing naked for other men, the sleeping with any man or woman you please, sometimes two men, giving away what is MINE!", Jareth growled, as he punched the wall behind Sarah's head. He was growing increasingly louder, body visibly shaking with anger, his lips curled in a snarl. Sarah knew this wasn't the time for any backtalk or snarky remarks, so she grit her teeth and took his arm, causing him to calm some and began escorting her through the castle.
As they walked in silence through each room, Sarah didn't realize her mouth hung slightly agape as she admired the lavish castle. She had to admit it was beautiful...and that was an understatement. At least if she was going to be held captive here, she could enjoy the beauty of it within golden handcuffs. Golden walls, crystal chandeliers, black marble floors that didn't seem to have a spec of dirt nor smudge on them, a library full of endless books, enough she could read for the rest of her life!
As Sarah was glancing around in awe, she was pulled from her thoughts by Jareth stopping abruptly outside their bedroom door. "Why, Sarah?", he asked with pain in his eyes. Sarah furrowed her eyebrows. "Why what?",she responded. "What got you on this self-destructive path?", he asked. "I'm perfectly fine, thank you. I have been taking great care of myself. It's not like I'm a fucking drug addict", Sarah retorted, gritting her teeth.
Jareth's body tensed slightly and he gripped Sarah's jaw. "You had better learn to speak to me much more respectfully, or I will punish you. This is your warning. Do I make myself clear, darling?", he said, mismatched eyes boring into hers.
Sarah again knew this was no time to argue, so she closed her eyes tightly in anger and nodded slowly. "Yes...", Sarah said lowly.
Jareth smirked at her submissive demeanor, oh how he could get used to this. A submissive woman always got his blood pumping, so he decided to take it a bit further. "Yes, what?", Jareth asked, his smirk turning into a wide, wicked grin, especially when he saw how Sarah's eyes popped open immediately after the words came from his lips.
Sarah sucked in a harsh breath of air and tried to speak, "um, yes, um...sir?", she asked, seeing if that were the answer he was looking for.
"Master would have been better, but sir works nicely, too", Jareth thought to himself as he turned from Sarah and swung open their bedroom door and guided Sarah inside by pushing against the small of her back.
When they got inside the room, Sarah watched Jareth walk away from her and went to open one side of a large cherry wood armoire revealing different colored silk, floor length dresses that all had deeply plunging necklines that dipped nearly to the center of the dress. Then, the other side of the armoire was opened and it had sheer lace negligees, some so short she was sure they would barely cover her ass and some loose and floor length. Now that it was fully opened, Sarah scanned all of the contents, noticing there were steel boned corsets on a top shelf of the armoire and garter belts and stockings. At the bottom of the armoire, were heels and and ballet flats. None of the heels were anything like Sarah was used to. These were no more than a few inches and had a wider heel, Sarah wore stilettos at least 6 inches or higher.
"This will be what you wear day to day around the castle", Jareth said, gesturing towards the dresses..."This will be what you wear to bed with me", he said, now gesturing towards the negligees, more so pointing out the more slutty, inappropriate ones. She even found a glint of mischief glaze his face as he eyed them. Sarah groaned internally, just now realizing that of course he would want to share a room...and bed."Corsets, garters, garter belts, and stockings are to be worn under your dresses everyday, think of them as you would your aboveground underwear. They need not be worn with your night clothes, but don't feel an obligation not to wear them at night for me", Jareth said with a wink as he rubbed his gloved hand across one of the corsets. Sarah rolled her eyes and huffed. "I do not have any formal attire for you as of yet, but shall soon, along with much more dresses. Needless to say, you arrived on such short notice and I didn't have much time to prepare, Sarah Mine. But, I will shower you with more luxuries all in due time", Jareth said as he closed the armoire.
"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm more of a t-shirt and jeans kind of girl", Sarah said, waving a dismissing hand at Jareth.
Jareth chuckled. "So I've noticed. But, we can't have a queen walking around in those gods-awful blue jeans and that unfeminine sewn cotton that you wear. However, I rather enjoy those little costumes you dance in, I think I ought to conjure one up someday and have you wear it for me. Not to strut around the castle in of course, but I often had fantasies of you giving me one of those...what do you call them...the dances that you gyrate and move your hips on top of the man, sort of mimicking sexual stimuli...", Jareth said, tilting his head back and snapping slightly as if he were trying to recall the word.
"Lap dance?", Sarah interjected.
"Ah, yes, that's the thing. I fantasize about you giving me a lap dance in one of those costumes whilst I sit on my throne", Jareth said, with a naughty, playful smile flirting about on his lips.
"In your goddamn dreams, Goblin King", Sarah spat, causing Jareth's naughty smile to disappear.
He quickly stomped towards her, causing Sarah to cower away, fearfully, when Jareth's large hand gripped her hair tightly, pulling her to him roughly then slapping her across the cheek firmly, but not with great force. "Mind your tongue when speaking to me, or the next time you force me to smite you, it won't be so gentle. Do you understand me?!", he screamed in her face.
"Yes, sir!", Sarah exclaimed, nodding vigorously, even though moving her head roughened the grip Jareth had in her hair. She once again felt any flame of rebellion and boldness die instantly, but oh joy, how excited Jareth was that she answered him fearfully and by once again calling him sir, and this time without him invoking the response. How delicious it felt to his loins watching her cower.
"Good girl, I will not hurt you unless you make me. And if you keep having these little outbursts then I will assume you like it. Do I make myself clear, Sarah Love?", Jareth hissed, looking down upon Sarah. She gulped and nodded again.
"Good", he said flatly, tossing her head back by her hair, then walking away from her. "Drop the sheet from your body", Jareth spoke after a moment.
"W-what?", Sarah asked. Until now she had forgotten she was completely nude except for the pink sheet from her bed that she was desperately clutching to, holding it firmly in place.
"Do not make me ask you again, or you will regret it", Jareth spoke, still facing away from her. Sarah shivered and looked down at her trembling body. At least he was facing away, that made it somewhat easier for her when she released her death grip on the curtain of cloth that protected her. And even though she bared her goods to men every night and had no qualms about it, something was different with Jareth. Perhaps because he wasn't a man, maybe because he kidnapped her just moments ago and she didn't know what he was capable of, hell he could try to rape her for all she knew.
As soon as Sarah's veil of protection dropped to the cold marble floor, Jareth turned around and let his eyes roam over Sarah's small, but feminine figure. Several minutes passed and Jareth allowed himself to become drunk from the sight of her, feeling his erection grow, uncomfortably restricted by his pants while Sarah felt like a specimen being evaluated under a microscope and began backing further away from him until she was halted in her steps by bumping into the edge of a vanity table that looked as if it were from the Victorian era. She cleared her throat in hopes it would break him from the spell he was under, and it worked. His eyes snapped to hers and the smirk returned to his face.
"I would absolutely adore burying my tongue in that beautiful cunt of yours, Sarah Mine", Jareth growled in a seductive voice as the slowly trailed up to Sarah. She shivered, but much to her surprise it wasn't out of fear, but out of desire. Of course she would never say that out loud, though.
"And you tell me to watch my mouth? That was ridiculously vulgar", Sarah said, rolling her eyes. "Who the fuck am I kidding, I absolutely loved it", she admitted to herself, rubbing her thighs together slightly to sooth the sudden heat that was aflame between her legs.
Jareth chuckled. "But, it's not very becoming of a woman to speak with such vulgarity, much less the future queen...", Jareth said as he reached around Sarah to retrieve something from a velvet box on the vanity, as he purposely brushed his fingers across her bare skin and delighting in watching goosebumps form.
"Great, on top of everything else, he's a sexist pig", Sarah thought as he pulled his hand back.
"...besides, I can speak as fucking crudely and crassly as I please behind closed doors", Jareth added. And the fire between Sarah's legs was ignited again. It was just something about hearing him cuss, maybe the fact that she has never heard him cuss before, or perhaps it was the way it rolled off his tongue with that beautiful accent of his...That-that tongue of his. She was beginning to envision his tongue buried deep inside of her cunt. Yes, she could just imagine how great it would be, and how skilled a hundreds of year old fae would be in bed. His tongue prodding her, her thighs squeezing his face urging him to press his tongue inside her further, her legs wrapped tightly around his neck as she tugged at his wild, fair mane. Or perhaps she could ride his face, controlling the speed and angle of which his tongue could explore her.
"You look lost in thought, Sarah Darling, do share what's on your mind", Jareth spoke, causing her to break from her thoughts like a bursting soap bubble. "Why the fuck was I even thinking sexual thoughts about this creature?!", Sarah asked herself mentally as she blushed profusely..."Well, he is undoubtedly hot and charming in his own little way", a naughtier side of Sarah's subconscious spoke up.
Suddenly Jareth's arms grasped Sarah's hips and she stiffened. He pulled her nude body close to him and looked into her eyes intently as she squirmed and blushed. After an agonizing minute, or perhaps just a few seconds, an evil yet lust filled grin spread across his chiseled face as he turned her to face the vanity mirror and pulled her body so that her back and ass was flush against his chest and groin.
"This is for you, My Beloved", Jareth said, opening the velvet box and pulling out a golden choker necklace encrusted in diamonds, sapphire, and jewels. But, it wasn't until Sarah got a closer look that she gasped in shock seeing that it had a bird in a cage pendant on it with a small lock, with some sort of foreign writing on the back of it, on a golden chain that was in some sort of roped pattern.
He moved the necklace from dangling in front of her face and clasped it around her neck and gently rubbed his hand across it, smiling at her through the mirror.
"It looks beautiful on you, Darling. You are to wear this every day from now on", he told Sarah, still watching her closely. "You have other jewelry...", Jareth said, gesturing towards a glass jewelry box with a frosted owl on it, "...but you must always keep this particular pendant on unless you're bathing or sleeping. A permanent reminder, even when I'm away, that YOU. ARE. MINE. Is that understood?", he asked, in a serious tone.
"Yeah, sure, whatever, now can you get this shit off of me?", Sarah griped, feeling awkward wearing it, her symbol of bondage, her slave chain. Her painful reminder that she is his captive and will never be her own person, have her own life, or see the ones she loves. Does he find the collar to be some sort of sick joke? Tears brimmed in her eyes as she thought about it. She was lost in her refection...Just a bird in a cage.
She had forgotten all about Jareth standing behind her, staring at herself, wondering how this happened. Wondering how she could be so foolish. That was until she was spun around in Jareth's arms and his mouth crashed to hers desperately.
"Oh you precious thing...", he moaned into her mouth as his gloved hands explored her body. His kiss was relentless and ravenous. He brought a hand up to her face and used his thumb and forefinger to pry Sarah's mouth open wider, then began running his tongue over the fronts and backs of her teeth, running it over her palate, her tongue, her tonsils, the back of her throat. He used his sharp teeth to gently bite her tongue and guide it out of Sarah's mouth, then began sucking it and flicking his tongue against it. Sarah didn't know how or when, but she found her arms were wrapped around his neck and her tongue was prodding his mouth of its own accord. Feeling disgusted with herself when she realized what she was doing, without thinking, she snatched her hands from Jareth's shoulders and shoved him roughly in the chest, causing him to let out a gasp and stumble a few steps back.
When she realized what she just did, she was struck dumb with fear and stumbled back into the vanity, beginning to cower and tremble ever so slightly. "Holy fucking shit I shouldn't have done that", she thought. Especially when she saw the pure rage flash over his face.
Jareth stormed up to Sarah, furious, and gripped his hand around her throat, causing her to yelp in pain and struggle fruitlessly against his grasp. "You fucking ungracious, trollop! You are just begging to be chained in the dungeons! I give you my love, luxury, fine silk, and jewels, yet you still rebuke me? Perhaps cooling your heels in a filthy, leaky room will teach you some appreciation", Jareth growled, then threw her backwards, causing her to hit her head and body against the vanity mirror so hard, it cracked slightly. Sarah groaned in pain and already felt the splitting headache coming on.
"D-dungeons?", Sarah asked, stuttering nervously as she rubbed her throat vigorously.
"Yes, dungeons. I didn't feel the need to burden you with such knowledge when I gave you a tour of the castle, but underneath us, there's prisoners. Do you want to find out what punishment these prisoners receive, Sarah Mine?", Jareth hissed between clinched teeth. "You will be broken in and submit yourself to me, that's not a choice. However, it's your choice to go about it the easy way or the hard way. You decide.", he added, clinching his teeth tighter, grinding them back and forth.
"I-I apologize", Sarah said in a hushed tone due to her crippling fear. And just like that, Jareth's harsh smile quickly dissipated and evil smirk appeared in its place.
"Get on your knees and ask of my forgiveness", he told her in an amused tone. She blinked a couple of times trying to process what he had said. "Oh hell no, did he just say what I think he said? There's no way in hell I'm doing that shit", she thought, but when his eyes narrowed she knew he meant business. There wasn't much of a choice and she was incredibly fearful he may throw her in a dungeon like he threatened. So that was that, she fell to her knees before him and watched his smirk spread across his face.
"I apologize, please forgive me", Sarah said quickly, looking away from him, averting her gaze to the bed.
"You are forgiven", he said, patting Sarah's head like a dog then walking away from her. She quickly stood and shuffled further away from him.
"Get dressed for bed", Jareth said suddenly, causing her to jump from surprise. He was rooting through the armoire and pulled out the sluttiest negligee in there, a sheer lace dark blue negligee that was shorter than the rest and the neckline plunged more than the others. Why wear it at all?
"If you don't mind, I would like to pick my own nightgown", Sarah suggested as sweetly as possible.
Jareth seemed to consider it a moment, then looked disappointed. "Fine. Pick something then get dressed. I will be leaving for now, I have some work to do that I was pulled from when you wished for me. But, I will be back to your arms shortly, My Love", Jareth informed her then vanished from the room.
Sarah let out the breath she was holding then quickly made her way to the armoire to find a more 'covering' negligee before Jareth returned, then climbed in bed making herself comfortable in the sapphire colored bed.
Sarah sighed loudly, "I want to fucking go home".