Happy Anniversary

by Kayleigh J

Sarah has been The Goblin King's prisoner for one whole year. Now things are beginning to change. New people are entering the game and Sarah needs to be careful. One wrong move and everything she loves could be taken. Evil Jareth.

1. Part One

Happy Anniversary

Part One

DISCLAIMER : I Do Not Own Labyrinth. Do Not Sue Me

Sarah starred dimly up at the plain grey stone ceiling, a sigh of utter boredom escaping her lips. She would have thought that after all this time, boredom would have been an emotion she could have adapted to, but it seemed that the longer she was here the more insufferable having absolutely nothing to do was.

She shifted, uncomfortable on the small bed, turning to face the rest of her stone prison. The room she had been stuck in for an uncountable number of days had only the barest of necessities. It was small, with two doors and no windows. One door led to a bathroom with meagre essentials, and the other door was locked. Always locked. The only time the door was ever opened was when Jareth came.

The rest of the room was completely empty save from a table and a chair. Sarah had shifted between that and the bed for the whole evening, having completed her daily ritual of exercising as much as she could in the tiny little space. She knew it was important to keep her mind active, if only to strive off the insanity that threatened her well-being with every passing day.

After she had exhausted herself trying to exert all the pent-up frustration and energy, she would bathe, eat the food that magically appeared after each day, and then wait for Jareth to make his appearance. He came every night, or so she supposed. With no window and no clock in her cell, she really had no way of telling how much time had passed. She could have been stuck here for years for all she knew. It felt like it had been forever since she had been outside. Smelled fresh air. Felt the grass between her toes.

And those were only the simplest things she missed. She hadn't seen her family in...

No, she thought to herself sternly; no, you are not going there. Not now. Every time she thought of her family the memory of them would reduce her to tears. And she refused to cry, especially since she knew he would be coming soon.

As if triggered by the path of her thoughts, Sarah suddenly heard the resounding boom of the closing of the door down the hallway.

He was here.

She sat up in the bed with another small sigh. Here we go, she thought dimly as she removed the thin silk robe from her body – the only piece of clothing she had been permitted to wear in a long time – and moved to the centre of the room. Now completely naked, save for the small metal cuff around her right ankle, she bent down on her knees, hands clasped behind her back, and bowed her head; the position he had taught her was suitable for a slave greeting their master.

She didn't raise her gaze from the floor when she heard his boots echoing on the ground as he approached her prison, nor flinch as the sound of the heavy bolt that kept the door sealed was slid back. The door opened with it's usual menacing clank and in stepped the man who had tormented her every living day for so very long.

She heard him close the door behind him and step nearer until his boots were in her line of vision as she stared at the floor.

She didn't move. She had gotten over the stage of being absolutely terrified of him. Now their nightly meetings were something she regarded as grim necessities. As much a part of her daily routine as brushing her teeth or drinking water. He had forced her so many times that, even if one could never get used to being repetitively violated, she was passed the point of being paralysed with fear.

It was just part of her life now. Her life that was his.

"Good evening precious." He said calmly, raising a hand to run his fingers through her hair.

She didn't raise her head as she replied, "Good evening Your Majesty."

This was a routine she had gone through so many times she would have considered it boring if being in Jareth's presence wasn't so unnerving. She still feared him. But it was more that she simply feared his being rather than what he would do to her. She knew he wouldn't hurt her as long as she behaved, and as reluctant as she had been in the past to co-operate, as the time past she had learned many times that defiance for the sake of defiance wasn't worth the consequences. She couldn't fight him. Not physically at least. He was magic, and a king and she was only human.

Jareth continued running his fingers through her hair, a look of utter contentment on his face as he did so, with one hand he moved to brush her hair from her face, before gently caressing her cheek and finally, grasping her chin. He raised her head to face him, and felt the familiar pang of desire when he stared into her beautiful face. Those startling green eyes, how he wished he would never need look upon anything else. He would be with her all the time if he could, but unfortunately, he was still a king, with the workload to prove it, and so could only make the time to be with her in the evening and sometimes in the mornings if he chose to keep her in his bed overnight. Waking up beside her was pleasant, but it was important to keep her in this room as much as possible. So he always knew she was safe.

Sarah starred up into the face of the Goblin King and schooled her own face into a hard line. She hated it when he looked at her like that. With a sick kind of fondness.

With a gentle hand, Jareth ran his fingers up and down Sarah's cheek, and she tried her hardest not to recoil. Him being gentle was sometimes considered worse than him being violent and aggressive, it simply reminded her of the words he so loved to repeat in her ear all the time.

She froze as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Sarah found the contact repulsive but didn't pull away. Every time she had in the past he had hurt her to prove his point. She simply needed to do as she was told, and she would be safe from the pain his wrath inflicted, but nothing seemed to save her from the pain of his affection.

Jareth pulled away from the kiss and stood straight again, his look of adoration making Sarah want to gag. He often told her how much he 'loved' her. And it was disgusting to her that she actually believed he believed that.

The hand that had been gently caressing her hair then applied some force to the back of her head, pushing her forward until her forehead was resting just below his abdomen.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you all day." He told her softly, resuming his stroking, oblivious to the scowl that Sarah was trying her hardest to fight back. He said things like this with absolute sincerity, and it sickened Sarah that he actually believed himself when he said how much he loved her.

This was not love. Not love as she knew it, if you loved someone, you were kind and compassionate and treated them with respect. Jareth... well, Sarah was sure that in his mind, everything he had done to her in the past was just a way of making her understand that she was his. That because he 'loved' her, she was his property to do with as he pleased. Like locking her in a windowless dungeon or beating her when she misbehaved.

She hadn't been beaten in a while, she recalled, and that was only because she had been going out of her way to keep him happy. She hated conceding to him, but the way he hurt her when he was angry... it was simply best to avoid his wrath.

Sarah felt the familiar deep-seated pang of dread as she felt the intensified heat from where her face was pressed against Jareth's abdomen. A tale-tale sign that the king had vanished his clothing.

With the hand in her hair, Jareth pushed Sarah down until she was met with the evidence of his arousal for her. She wanted nothing more than to cringe away from him, but his intent was clear, and she knew what he would do if she wasn't completely submissive and compliant with him. She obligingly opened her mouth as he gently slid himself inside and held more tightly to the back of her head just in case.

Jareth groaned in delight as Sarah began to suck him. Sarah always felt disgusted when he forced her to do this. There was nothing more degrading and humiliating in her mind then to be used in such a way, no matter how much practise he had given her, she still could not help but fully loath herself when forced to do something so vile with her mouth.

"There's a reason I haven't been able to stop thinking of you precious." She heard him mumble in a dreamy voice, clear evidence that he was enjoying what she was doing to him.

"Not that you're not always far from my mind, simply that tomorrow is a very special day. Do you by any chance know why precious thing?" He asked, staring down at his beloved little Sarah as she continued to pleasure him in an euphoric way.

Sarah didn't know what he was talking about, but knew it was probably a rhetorical question considering he was the one making use of her mouth.

"Tomorrow is our anniversary darling. It will be one year ago tomorrow that I was able to claim you as my own, and I think that makes tomorrow very special. Don't you?"

Sarah froze. One year. One year? Had it really been a year? Jareth had returned her to the Underground on her eighteenth birthday. He had explained that the peach she had eaten had bound her to this world and to him, as the very magic he used in the peach was still flowing through her veins even after three years back in her own world. Apparently her age was the only thing that had guaranteed her return after she had bested his labyrinth; she had simply been too young, the magic of the peach not in sync with the maturity of her body. But once she came of age, the magic invoked itself and therefore gave Jareth the right to force her right back into the clutches of the labyrinth and it's King. And he had been as ecstatic as she had been scared and miserable. Her first few weeks back here were sheer hell, especially after the way she had left the last time. Apparently Jareth did not take well to being beaten, or being rejected, and after he had taken her back he had taken great pleasure in making her understand that she was now his. Forever. Those first few weeks were a raging storm of pain and tears as Jareth had stripped her, chained her to his bed and raped her repeatedly.

It was horrific to say the least. And the horror of those first few nights would forever be branded in her memory as every time he had taken her since, she re-lived the night he had aggressively taken her the first time.

Of course, after a while he had eventually released her, and brought her here. Into this cell, where she had spent most of her time ever since. But she had never had one single night of peace after then, and now with Jareth's revelation, she concluded that he had been raping her and keeping her prisoner for one whole year. 365 days and nights of torture and torment, followed by his whispered confessions of love. Confessions she was forced to repeat unless she wanted to be whipped until she bled, which had happened on numerous occasions in the past.

With a silent gasp, Sarah realised that meant tomorrow would be her nineteenth birthday. Nineteen and her life was already over.

With a sharp thrust, Jareth brought Sarah out of her depression as he pushed himself to the back of her throat, gagging her and reminding her he did not give her permission to stop.

She continued her administrations and after a while Jareth began to groan again. She was only half paying attention. She deliberately fought back tears that threatened to spill at any moment. Crying in front of him wasn't an option. She hadn't cried before him in ages and she didn't plan of giving him that satisfaction now. Even though not crying was one of his many rules, she knew he'd revel in such a defeat.

Jareth started to shudder as his lovely little Sarah brought him to climax. He released the stresses of the day into his beloveds' mouth, and kept a tight hold on the back of her head, forcing her to swallow.

Sarah turned her gaze to the ground as her face twisted in disgust. The taste of him still repulsed her, but it wouldn't do any good to show him that. He pulled himself out of her with a contented sigh, and then dropped to his knees and embraced her in his arms. Within seconds, Sarah felt warmth under her bare legs and knew that he had transported them to his bedchamber. The bed in her cell was barely big enough to hold her let alone him, so it made sense that whenever he took advantage of her body; he took her to his enormous oversized monster of a bed.

Sarah's gaze immediately turned to the window, the only time she ever saw the sky was when Jareth took her here. She hadn't been outside in what felt like aeons.

With his usual forceful gentleness, Jareth used his weight in the embrace to force Sarah on her back, and placed a small kiss on her neck before pulling up to stare down at her.

Instantly light appeared in the room, it was soft and sensual, the candles around the room flickering to life at Jareth's command.

He looked down at her, and was filled with a lust that he knew would never be sated. The sight of her, naked upon his bed was almost more then he could stand. If he could, he'd keep her this way forever.

Silently, he bent to kiss her again on the lips. This kiss was more demanding, his tongue insistent on entering her mouth. She had no choice but to return the kiss. She knew if she ever had a chance of a future that was a little less miserable then it was now, she had to make him happy. Make him trust her. It was a sick, twisted game. But she had no choice but to play. He controlled everything, and her life was no exception.

To her horror, she felt a silent tear slide down her face. She was so lost in her own self pity she didn't even have the sense to bite back the stinging in her eyes as yet another treacherous tear fell.

Jareth, feeling the wet against his own face, drew back and stared down at the watery eyes of his obsession. He simply adored those eyes, but she knew how much he hated tears. He reached forward with his hand and caught an escaping tear on his thumb. Then brushed his wet thumb against her left nipple, making her shudder at the contact. Without saying a word, he lowered his mouth to her nipple and began to suck at the salty wetness and the gasp that escaped his beautiful prisoner was more than satisfying. With the tip hardened under his touch, he gently bit, eliciting a small moan from Sarah's lips. A moan of both pain and pleasure. Something she hated was how easily her body responded to him. She hated him. Hated his touch. Hated that he could make her body betray her so effectively.

Finally pulling back, he looked down at Sarah with disapproval and exclaimed, "Sarah. You know how much I hate to see tears. And on the night before our anniversary, you should be happy." He sighed dramatically, running his thumb back over her damp cheek before sucking the saltiness away.

Then, lifting himself off her, he moved to the centre of his bed and sat up, his back resting on the dozens of pillows pushed up against the beds frame. Sarah sat up slowly, watching his movements tentatively, waiting for what he might do. He turned to her, a small, contemplative smile playing on his lips before he patted his knee lightly and said, "Lie across my lap."

Sarah froze, she knew this move all too well; this was his lighter punishments for subtle acts of disobedience. Obviously she didn't mean to cry, but he never let her get away with anything.

When she hesitated, his eyes narrowed ever so slightly, and he said, in an eerily calm voice that chilled Sarah's blood, "Do not make me tell you twice."

A small shiver went down her spine as she reluctantly crawled towards him and dutifully laid her stomach across his knees. She folded her arms and rested her chin on them, her legs elevated slightly at the knees. Jareth ran a gentle hand down the length of her back, resting on her bottom. He lightly caressed her there. Pinching and teasing the skin. He so hated having to leave marks on such a gorgeous work of art, but there was no helping it. She had broken a rule, unintentionally or not, she knew how much he hated to see tears, and she would need to be reprimanded for it, if only a little.

With a flick of his wrist, a small wooden paddle suddenly appeared, and he rubbed the wood fondly over her rear before drawing his hand back and smacking her with it.

Sarah had waited with bated breath as Jareth touched her, fondling her and wanted nothing more than to squirm away. The only question running through her head now was, would he use the paddle or the riding crop? The leather of the crop hurt more when it struck, it stung, but he had always used that for harsher crimes, like when she had made him repeat an order more than once. She had fought him in every way when she first got here, but pain had taught her to behave as nothing else would. Pain and fear; it was all she knew now. That, and excessive boredom.

She suddenly felt something else slide across her rear, something smooth and oddly warm and thought, paddle, before she felt the first blow strike her, propelling her forward on his lap. A choked gasp escaped her lips as the pain of the blow registered. The paddle was more of a blunt pain, easier to handle then the riding crop, but still hurt none the less.

She felt the warmth of his breath at her back as he bent down and kissed the small of her back, before pulling her back into position and using his paddle-less hand to hold her down.

"I don't like tears pet. No matter what. And when I don't like something I expect it not to be so rudely in my plain of sight. Do you understand?" He asked her calmly, gently, patiently as though he were scolding a child who he knew didn't know any better.

"Yes Your Majesty." Sarah responded in a monotone, trying to force said offending tears out of her eyes as another loud smack ran across the room. She bit her lip to keep the grunt of pain from escaping into a yelp.

"Good girl pet. I do so hate to train you with harsher methods; my only wish is that you do as I say. I know you understand that you need never fear me as long as you obey me completely. Don't you precious?" He asked tenderly.

She took in a deep ragged breath and responded with her usual, "Yes Your Majesty." Her eyes smarting with fresh tears at the emotional humiliation rather than the physical pain. Train her. Like she was a dog. Well, he did call her 'pet' a lot, that was probably all he considered her. Just a toy to dress up and play with. No matter how long she had known this, the knowledge that her life was no longer in her control in any way made every moment difficult. She ate what he wanted, wore what he wanted and did what he wanted. He was the only being Sarah had any contact with in a long time. He was the centre of her universe. Just the way he wanted.

He continued to hit her with the paddle sharply and precisely until the lightest sign of bruises began to form, before disappearing it into the ether and bending down to kiss at the blossoming red lightly.

He gently pulled her from his lap and laid her down on the bed, still on her stomach. Sarah was grateful for the chance to bury her face in pillows and wipe any residual tears away. Although her ass stung like a bitch, that was nothing to the beatings she took when he was truly upset or angry with her.

She forced herself to be compliant. To dismiss the pain and take comfort in the fact that it would numb itself out eventually.

Jareth straddled her back, and pulling her hair away from her neck, he placed a chaste kiss at her nape before trailing down to kiss his way down her spine.

She was skinnier now than when she arrived. He didn't necessarily starve her, merely gave her enough in her three daily meals to keep her energy up. The food was always simple and back to missing the little things - she was at least thankful he didn't let her wither away to nothing – but she did miss indulging in food as well. She received fruit – mainly peaches – often. Then there would be bread and cheese from time to time. Once in a blue moon she would get a full meal, mostly some form of roast that she was always pathetically excited about. You didn't know how much you missed real food until your diet was at the whim of a psychotic nut job.

Jareth continued to kiss his way down her back, marvelling in the soft texture of her skin. God she's perfect, he thought, as he kissed her rear before pulling himself up and positioning himself between her legs, and all mine.

Slowly, he began to penetrate her from behind. Sarah stifled a whimper into the pillows, feeling him slowly filling her up.

Jareth let out a groan when he was inside her as far as he could go. They fit so perfectly together. He had been alive for hundreds of years, had countless women, but no one made him feel like Sarah did.

He pulled himself out and pushed in again, loving her feel. He buried his face in her hair as he pushed and pulled, thrusting himself in as deep as he could go, loving every single second.

He felt his Sarah shudder beneath him and smiled, placing a kiss on the back of her jaw.

Sarah didn't know how long he rocked them back and forth until he shuddered hitting his climax. It was easier to block him out when she didn't have to look at him. When they were face to face, with him staring down at her, she could never break eye contact. Therefore she had to look as though she was enjoying it to. Her body may respond to his attentions, but sex was different. She hated being violated, her body knew this and so it fought the passive pleasure that came all too naturally.

Jareth shuddered as he hit his climax, and then collapsed onto Sarah, burying his face in the side of her neck.

He pulled out of her and gently flipped her over, Sarah had been expecting this, and so had schooled her face into a smile.

She didn't know if he cared if it was real or not, but she had at least had enough practise in giving him smiles.

He smiled back contently, and then moved away from her again, only long enough to lie on his back before reaching out and pulling her into his arms, resting her cheek on his chest, half her body lying on him and her legs lying on the mattress.

"I have a very special day planned for us tomorrow pet." He said after a while, Sarah felt the rumbling of his speech through his chest. She didn't like these 'intimate' moments. Though she told herself she should be grateful that his dominant sexual urges were mostly gentle and not rough and harsh, it seemed an incredibly sad thing to be grateful for. What a sad little life she had indeed.

"It was almost torture not being with you today, I was so excited. Tomorrow, I don't plan on letting you out of my sight for a single second. You will spend the day with me, and come tomorrow night, I have a very big surprise for you."

Sarah internally groaned. The whole day? The whole day in his company? And here she was half hoping to be returned to her cell by the end of the night. As much as she hated her cell, it beat being around him all the time.

He had done this a few times since she'd been here, and every time was more humiliating then the last. One time it had been a particularly hot day, so he had dressed her in a very revealing bikini that covered barely anything and made her fan him and feed him fruit while he sat on his throne and listened to his subjects – mostly goblins – complain about this or that. Another time he had had a meeting with some other Fae, and during this meeting he somehow deemed it appropriate to force her to suck him while he spoke casually to the men of his court, who spoke just as casually back, as though there wasn't a half naked human giving their king a blow job right in front of them.

Fae were sexual beings, this she knew. But that had been gross.

Soft, gentle hands lifted Sarah's chin to meet the gaze of her captor. If she said very little, and did very little, she knew she could avoid getting herself into trouble.

The fingers ran over her chin again, and the content, almost sleepy face of the Goblin King whispered, "Kiss me precious."

Sarah closed her eyes for a fraction of a second before lifting herself closer and placing her mouth over his. It was difficult to kiss him as though she meant it, but every time it didn't take him long to reciprocate and then take over.

They kissed for a while, Sarah trying her damnedest to fight the instinct that told her to get the fuck away from him. The kiss only broke when he decided. Eventually he allowed them both to pull back for air and again that look of absolute adoration came over his features; like she was the most important thing in the world to him.

Jareth's hands travelled down and gripped her waist gently hoisting her up over him, so she was straddling him. She looked down at him, trying to hide how wary she was when he reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Tell me you love me." He ordered, his hands on her hips gently pushing her back so she rested just above his member.

"I love you." Sarah responded, calling on her experience and her past life's ambition to become an actress like her mother to make it believable.

He thrust up inside her, keeping her still with his hands on her hips. Sarah closed her eyes at the feel of him again, and let out a moan at how disgustingly good it felt physically.

"Tell me you want me." He ordered again, groaning as he ground himself into her.

"I want you." She repeated breathlessly, grounding on him the way she knew he liked it.

He started to increase his speed, and with her on top it meant that she had to do most of the work. It was harder to reciprocate other than simply lie down and take it, but she did it. For the sake of her own skin she did it.

They both began to pant as both reached their climax, Sarah forcing her body to surrender to the feeling knowing he was watching her like a hawk. Three. She counted silently in her head as they both shuddered violently in the aftermath.

Landing on top of him, both of them dripping in sweat now, she counted three. She had brought him to climax three times since the night began. On a normal night he didn't stop until he had experienced at least three. He needed to be completely spent before he slept, she knew, or he'd be restless, and come and find her at outrageous hours of the morning so she could relieve him.

This did not feel like a normal night however, and although she already felt exhausted, she was human. He was Fae, and as such had a much higher stamina.

Stroking her hair as their heart rates died down, he murmured happily dazed, "Who do you belong to pet?"

Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat, "You." She replied simply.

"Say it." He ordered, tipping her head up so her gaze met his.

"I belong to you." She whispered, feeling herself die inside. No matter how many times he forced this reply out of her, it still felt like she was being defeated each and every time.

The memory of her hanging from the ground from metal cuffs attached to the ceiling, her voice spent from screaming in agony as Jareth swung the whip violently against her back, causing the skin to tear and her blood to pool to the floor, flashed in her mind.

He had ordered her to tell him she belonged to him, and every night she refused, he'd violently savage her body in the chains of his dungeon before whipping her bloody.

She didn't know how long she hung there; exhausted, in pain, her back aching, her shoulders screaming protests against the cuffs. She hung limply every night until she just couldn't take it anymore. That had been a few days after she had been unchained from his bed; it seemed he was determined to break her every way he knew how.

After that, she had only ended up in those chains twice since; once when she had refused to suck him for the first time, and the other after her escape attempt.

She roughly pushed the memory away. No, she would not think about that. If anything could have left her more emotionally battered, it would be the memory of her failure to escape, and the consequences she had faced when he caught her.

He sighed with happiness, before gently disengaging himself from her and standing up. He reached a hand out to her, and she took it, swinging her legs off the bed, and wondering what he was going to do.

The question was answered when he led her into his bathroom, his bathroom was large and the height of luxury, with a bath the size of a small swimming pool etched into the floor. With a flick of his wrist, the bath suddenly filled with steaming hot water, the scent of peaches filling Sarah's nostrils tantalisingly. Despite her company, she let out a sigh of relief and utter bliss when he pulled her into the hot water. Her bath only ran cold; just one more thing he controlled.

He began to bathe her, washing her hair and running sweet smelling oils all over her skin. Once he was done she was forced to do the same, and then they both stepped from the tub, oiled and dripping wet. She stood obediently spread out as he dried her. She didn't know why he enjoyed doing this so much, but she had at least gotten used to hardly ever being clothed in his presence.

Once she was dry he said, "Wait here, I've a surprise for you in my room," before disappearing through the door. She didn't know how to feel about this. She had kept him happy tonight, so this surprise couldn't be too bad. Normally his surprises were just further displays of his dominance. Like the time he had surprised her with an expensive pearl necklace that he made her wear when he took her sometimes, or the surprise of her 'own room' after she had finally been released from the chains in the dungeons.

He came back after only a few minutes, holding out his hand for her to take. She did, and then followed him back into his room.

When they entered, she knew immediately what his 'surprise' was. It was a cage. It was small, very small, shaped like a bird cage, sitting quietly at the foot of his bed. Silently Jareth pulled Sarah towards it, then bent down and opened the cage door, gesturing for Sarah to enter.

Sarah got down on her hands and knees and crawled into the small cage. It was barely big enough for her. She had to hold her back straight against the bars and pull her legs up tightly to her chest to fit inside. Jareth, looking extremely satisfied at the sight before him, closed the cage door, and with a wave of his hand, the door disappeared as though it were never there, moulding itself with the rest of the cage.

Another flick of his wrist, and a chain connected to the metal cuff on her foot suddenly appeared and Jareth took it and wrapped it around one of the bars before securing it with a padlock and stepping back to admire the effect.

He felt a pang of desire seeing her that way; naked, chained and caged. All so willingly. Completely submissive. Despite being quite tired, he had to fight down the urge to remove her from the cage and take her again, instead he used his magic to slowly elevate the cage from the ground, and swung it around so she was facing his bed. Satisfied he got under his covers, wished her a 'good night' and blew Sarah a kiss before the lights went out.

Sarah sat uncomfortably in the cage for hours after the Goblin King had fallen asleep. She thought it was probably his intent to make sure she couldn't get much sleep. She was cramped and uncomfortable and her legs and back were dying for some kind of movement.

He had never put her in a cage before. Not one with bars at least. She of course considered this whole castle a cage, but this tiny little thing was new.

In the late hours of night Sarah began to drift into an uncomfortable sleep, cramped as she was but also completely exhausted. Her head would drop forward onto her knees repetitively as she forced herself to relax; trying desperately to not worry about what the next day might bring.

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Sarah awoke several hours later to the sounds of movement. Her sleep had been brief and uncomfortable, but she was grateful she had at least achieved some rest, knowing she would probably need it for the day ahead.

She opened her sore groggy eyes to the sight of the Goblin King conversing with a goblin who had a tray in his hands. The goblin left the tray on a small dining table, bowed to his king and left. None of his goblins ever dared cast gaze at her, she was the property of their king and therefore his alone to look at, though sometimes she could have sworn she saw looks of sympathy on some of the goblins she crossed paths with.

The Goblin King, in nothing but a robe, lifted the platter to reveal a large array of different breakfast foods. He picked a peach from the platter and sank his teeth in, artfully keeping the juices from spilling everywhere. Sarah felt her mouth water; she very rarely got to eat real food these days.

As if sensing her gaze, Jareth turned, and smiled when he saw his Sarah awake and watching him. With casual movements, he approached the cage which was still floating in the air, just high enough so that she was eye level with him. He stretched out his peach-less hand, and the cage stretched its bars to accommodate him. He reached in and ran his fingers down her bare legs, still tightly squished against her chest, before gently pulling her legs away from her chest. The relief of movement was instantaneous as the cage bars continued to stretch until there was no front. Jareth, his hand sneaking up her thighs, pulled her closer until her legs were wrapped around his back. Then running his fingers up her back, sending tingles through Sarah's whole body, his hand stopped in her hair, tangling in and coaxing her forward into a kiss.

It was a light kiss and Sarah responded, he was probably going to be doing this a lot today, might as well get used to it.

When Jareth pulled back his smile was of blissful serenity and Sarah plastered a mirrored smile on her face, hoping it didn't look too strained.

"Your lips are far tastier than any fruit my dear." He purred, and brought the peach back to his lips, sinking his teeth in again.

Sarah put her head back and stretched out a kink that had formed in her neck overnight, then ran her shoulders in small circles trying to massage out the tension. Jareth put the hand not holding the peach back into her hair and pulled her forward again, he then held the peach out for her, and she obediently sunk her teeth into the fruit. The taste was blissful, although she had all but gotten sick of peaches; she was very hungry, and dehydrated from being awake for most of the night. The second she swallowed, he was there again, kissing and licking the lingering juices from her lips. When he pulled away the second time, the peach was gone, and with a wave of his hand, the padlock keeping her chained to the cage fell to the floor with a clank. Placing both hands under her bottom, Jareth lifted her out of the cage and towards the bed. He deposited her there, and then connected the chain to his bed before climbing atop her and stealing another kiss.

God this was unbearable, the day had barely begun and already she couldn't stand his company.

And he was only getting started, no doubt he planned on screwing her as much as possible today, and she could only hope that her poor body could be granted some reprieve as the day wore on.

With her laid out on the bed, Jareth crawled up the length of her and immediately attached himself to her breasts, licking and sucking and twirling his tongue over the peaking nipples.

Sarah hid her discomfort as Jareth's hands found her wrists and raised them high above her head, within seconds, Sarah heard a click, and looked up to see her hands bound to the bed with metal cuffs. She looked at him, not able to hide the worry in her eyes, and Jareth smiled back down at her, kissing her forehead before lifting himself off her and heading towards the table of food. He returned with a tray of different fruit, strawberries and kiwi and more peaches. Placing the fruit on the bed beside them, he climbed back on top of Sarah, an amused smirk on his lips.

"You are to enticing for your own good pet, it seems that I'm about to make the bath we shared rather nought. By the end of this hour, you are going to be completely bathed in me." He purred seductively, plucking one of the strawberries off the tray and putting it to Sarah's lips. She bit into it, becoming increasingly nervous but co-operating none the less. Jareth took the rest of the ripe fruit and trailed it down her body, leaving a fine streak of red juice from the centre of her breasts to the top of her belly button. Once all the juice had been extracted, he popped the rest in his mouth before licking and sucking the juice from her skin. This went on for a while, him cutting fruit, feeding pieces to her, and then feeding himself with the juices flowing from her body. By the end of the hour, true to his word, every single inch of Sarah was covered in the smell of fruit and Jareth's saliva. Though the whole process had made Sarah thoroughly uncomfortable, her private area was pulsing with an ache that not even her deep seated hatred for the man who was on top of her could quell. There was no doubt that he knew what he was doing, and he knew how to please a woman. Even a woman being held against her will.

Finally, when all of the fruit on the tray had been used, Jareth kissed his way down Sarah's thighs until he found the evidence of Sarah's reluctant arousal.

Spreading her legs wide, he slipped his tongue into her folds, making Sarah jump, but he held her down as he massaged her insides with his tongue. She moaned, reacting to her body's need rather than her minds disgust. Jareth began to pleasure her there until her hips began to buck, her vision blurred as he brought her to orgasm, and she shuddered, collapsing on the bed, shaking in the aftershock.

Jareth chuckled, licking his lips, loving the taste of her. He raised himself up and whispered in her ear suggestively, "I'll have to share breakfast with you more often love; I don't think I've ever found a meal that satisfying before."

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After 'breakfast' Jareth allowed Sarah to go to the bathroom while he dressed, wearing a white poets shirt and grey pants, with his usual black leather gloves and boots. Once he was dressed he transported them both into his office. Sarah was a little mortified that he didn't give her anything to wear, since being unclothed outside his chamber or her cell always made her feel uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything. No speaking unless spoken to was a good way of staying out of trouble. He led her to a chair seated opposite his desk and gently pushed her down, then with a wave of his hand the chain connected to the cuff on her ankle found itself connected to a bolt in his desk that had not been there moments before. She silently wondered why he bothered with the chain, it was not as though she could go anywhere, least of all while he was watching over her, but then she figured it was probably some kind of power play on his part, he had placed the metal cuff on her ankle the very night she returned and she had not been free of it since. He was always ready to summon the thin yet unbreakable chain to tie her to things, despite the fact that it was somewhat pointless. She figured it just turned him on to see her in chains.

Sarah raised her knees on the chair and hugged into herself, the stiffness of her joints thoroughly loosened after the mornings activities. She was modest by nature, and hated feeling like she was on display.

Jareth seated himself behind his desk and busied himself with paperwork, his gaze drifting every so often to his lovely little captive, holding herself so charmingly upon his chair. He had been right to keep her with him, though she was surely a distraction, it was soothing to have her present at all times, even whilst doing something as tedious as paperwork. Over the course of the next few hours he occupied himself with work while Sarah sunk into her own mind, wallowing in the boredom she had come to expect as much as Jareth's presence.

Several goblins knocked on the door to deliver papers and such over the time, and once again none of them dared cast their eyes at Sarah. Jareth had expressly forbade them from direct contact with her a while ago; he was the only one that got to speak to her, the only one who would ever converse with her or enjoy her company or her body. She was completely reliant on him for everything; just the way he wanted it.

After the mountain of paperwork was finally complete, he leaned back in his chair, contemplating the day ahead. He planned on making it special and memorable. She had been such a good girl lately, excusing her little slip up last night. He could forgive a few tears, knowing she was probably only crying out of surprise for the meaningfulness of the day. She was after all, a year older, despite the fact that she hadn't technically aged a day since the moment she got here; he knew she now saw herself as nineteen. It was her birthday, after all, and since she had been extremely well behaved of late, he planned on rewarding her for it. The best way he knew how.

With a wave of his hand, her chain was suddenly in his grasp once more, and he gently tugged, pulling Sarah out of her thoughts as she felt the sudden pull of her foot. She looked at him as he waged his finger, beckoning her forward. She rose from her chair and strolled over to him. He pulled her down on his lap and wrapped his arms around her, inhaling deeply. He smiled; she still smelled of peaches.

Quietly he removed his gloves, and travelled his hands down to her breasts, gripping and teasing the flesh there. Oh how he loved her body, every single part of her was amazing, he was suddenly filled with the urge to throw her down on his desk and ravage her completely, but restrained himself. There was plenty of time for that later today, right now he was simply content to hold her and touch her, and feel her skin with his own.

Sarah hated her body's reaction to his touches. It made her furious with herself for enjoying his attentions when she knew full well that if he were to drop dead at this very second she would waste no time in dancing on his grave. Still, she leaned back against him, no sense trying to fight him; it never ended well for her. Both his hands kneaded her breasts, pulling her more tightly into his chest, he groaned in satisfaction. Yes, having her with him all day was definitely an improvement. He would have to start doing this more often.

The more he touched her, the more he was painfully aware of his arousal for her. He turned her face towards his own and kissed her deeply, relishing in her responsiveness, feeling her need against his. When he pulled back, his manhood was throbbing, it was never easy to quell whenever she was around.

Gripping a hand in her hair, he pulled her back so he could stare in her eyes; he felt another sharp pang just by gazing into those powerful green orbs, aglow with beauty and an innocence that he found charming.

"Kiss me pet." He whispered, and Sarah leaned forward, preparing to initiate a kiss, but he stopped her, his fingers on her lips, he shook his head. A smirk formed on his face at her confused expression.

"No pet. Kiss me." He specified, before taking her hand in his and leading it down to feel what she was doing to him.

Sarah took a deep breath as she took in his meaning. Disengaging herself from his lap, she knelt before him, her hands finding the buttons of his pants, slowly unfastening his breeches with slightly trembling hands.

He lifted himself up off the chair to give her better access, true he could have just vanished his pants until she was finished, but the anticipation was exquisite torture. As Sarah's fingers finally unburdened him, she worked his breeches down to his ankles before leaning forward and placing hot kisses down his length. Jareth moaned in pleasure and delight at her obedience, as Sarah reached his head, taking him in her mouth. She swore she would never get used to this. Jareth groaned as she sucked, and gripped her hair tightly in open pleasure. No one had ever pleased him like Sarah had, even from her first try, knowing full well she had never done such a thing with other men, she was magnificent. She made him feel things he had never felt with any other woman. Oh yes, he thought as he began to heave and pant in the build of release, she most definitely deserves a reward for this.

As Sarah sucked and pulled at him with her mouth, Jareth became frantic; holding on to her hair tightly, he began thrusting himself up into the back of her throat, making her repetitively choke and gag, but he was too caught up in his own building ecstasy to notice. He thrust his shaft into her mouth mercilessly, so much so that Sarah feared she would run out of air, as it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe through her nose.

"Oh Sarah!" He all but screamed, moving faster and faster, pulling her in even closer with the tight grip on her hair, before releasing wetly into her mouth.

He kept himself inside her as she did her best to swallow and clean up the mess he left behind. He stopped thrusting slowly as he experienced his blinding orgasm. She really was to enticing for her own good. He loosened the grip on her hair, but when he felt her trying to pull away he said, "No, keep it in. I want to feel you."

Sarah almost huffed with annoyance. Yes, she thought, this day is most definitely unbearable. It wasn't even twelve noon yet and already, this day sucked. Literally, she thought dimly, as she tried to steady her breathing with his cock still in her mouth.

"You have no idea what you do to me dear girl." He panted, and she raised her gaze to him to see his head thrown back, eyes closed, a contentful expression on his face.

Eventually, his breathing slowed, and then almost casually, he leaned forward and retrieved some papers on his desk, and began reading, still with Sarah's mouth wrapped around his shaft.

Sarah tried to stay motionless as he worked, knowing that if she started to swallow or move at all, he would probably get worked up again. But the audacity of him, my god, that he could just casually resume working on the business of his kingdom with her kneeling before him in such a position.

Soon, Jareth finished his batch of papers, and placed them back on his desk. He looked down, and smirked. The sight of her so tenderly wrapped around him, her eyes veiled in compliance and submission was almost sweet enough to taste.

He began to stroke her hair, again, like she was a dog he was praising for good behaviour. After god knows how long, he used his grip on her hair to pull her away from him, and she breathed in a thankful breath of air, the taste of him lingering unpleasantly on her tongue. He pulled her back onto his lap and squeezed her tightly to him, Sarah didn't know why, but she always felt more vulnerable in his arms when she was the only one not wearing clothes. She guessed because it re-enforced the whole slave/master thing. Clothes were a privilege in Jareth's mind, and when he did allow her clothing, it was always something completely indecent, something she never would have worn in front of anyone back home.

She missed her jeans. It was a strange thought to have, but as Jareth's hand travelled down her nude body to teasingly caress her clit, she figured it was a safer thing to think about missing then anything that would bring her to tears. The picture of her favourite worn blue jeans swam to mind; the same pair she had been wearing when she met him for the first time. She never thought when he flew through her baby brother's window and challenged her to face the labyrinth that he would become so obsessed with her, or that just three years later, he'd make her into a sex slave. Though he never went so far as to call her that, she knew that that was what she was. He used her body until he was tired and then he'd wait thirteen hours to re-charge before he used her all over again.

It was a wonder to her he hadn't ripped her to pieces by now. She wasn't even sure if she wouldn't have welcomed such a release, but despite how bad things got, had gotten, suicide wasn't an option. When Jareth had told her about the consequences of trying to escape, he meant in any way. And the consequences she would face, even if she was dead, she just couldn't risk. So she consented to be his sex slave, giving in to his every whim. She hadn't been severely punished since her escape attempt, because the threat he made that day did everything to keep her behaviour in check.

"What are you thinking of precious?" Jareth whispered in her ear, pulling her once more out of her spiralling depression. She looked at him, and he was watching her for a response. Taking the initiative, she leaned forward and softly placed her lips to his. She could feel his surprise that she had kissed him without an order or permission, but it was only a light kiss, and when Sarah pulled away, she whispered her answer; "You."

Jareth growled, taking her face in both his hands he pressed his lips firmly up against hers in a desperate kiss, and she kissed him back, steeling her resolve. She could be filled with self loathing all she liked, but she knew if she was ever going to scrape any happiness out of this crappy existence of hers, she needed to play his game.

When the kiss finally broke, Jareth began to chuckle, it was a fairly sinister sound, but she knew the difference between him laughing out of cruelty and laughing out of genuine happiness. This was the latter.

Using a finger to place under her chin he raised her gaze to his, his eyes boring into hers with a vivid intensity.

"That was a very good answer precious." He grumbled, his voice low and hoarse. He was pleased.

He wrapped his arms around her again, squeezing her into him so hard she feared being crushed, but he just held her like that, as though he wanted nothing more than to meld their bodies together.

A sharp rapping knock on the door brought Sarah jumping out of her skin, she tried to squirm away but Jareth's arms only tightened around her, making it almost difficult to breathe.

"Enter." He called casually. Sarah buried her face in his chest so as not to look at whomever was about to see her in such a compromising position.

"Your Highness, the Marshland dignitaries have arrived at the gate, they will be escorted to your Throne Room within the next five minutes." Sarah heard someone say from behind them. She thought the voice probably belonged to Jareth's captain of the guard. Of course she had had little interaction with anyone aside from Jareth, but though she had never spoken to anyone but him, she had seen some of his guards and watched Jareth converse with them on occasion.

Jareth let out a long sigh then slowly pushed Sarah up so he could stand. "I had almost forgotten about that." He said, sounding somewhat irritated. Sarah kept her gaze to the ground, fully aware that she was standing completely naked in front of one of Jareth's guards. Even though she knew they would never have the nerve to openly ogle her, he could still see her, and she was still embarrassed.

Jareth felt annoyance at having to see to the dignitaries. They were staying for a two month courtly visit but their meeting was not subject matter he needed overheard. Even though he knew that Sarah was completely loyal to him, he was still reluctant to bring her into his duties as king, preferring only to teach her how to please him as a man.

He watched with fondness as she ducked her head to the ground, still so shy and humble; such endearing traits.

Placing a finger under her chin to raise her gaze to his he said, "Now what am I going to do with you?"

Sarah didn't answer, merely fought down the urge to lower her gaze back to the ground. With only a moment's pause, Jareth suddenly waved his hand and Sarah's chain was connected back to the bolt in his desk. Another second and Sarah found herself dressed in what she assumed was some kind of harem girl get-up. With a tiny spaghetti strapped shirt that was hardly more than a bra with transparent purple fabric, and matching harem pants that smoothly drifted over her legs. Her stomach was completely bare and her breasts were almost falling out. Again, just one more outfit she never would have worn of her own free will.

Jareth looked over her with an appraising lust. She looked so god damn seductive that he cursed the dignitaries for showing up on today of all days, when all he wanted to do was ravage her until she begged for mercy... and maybe a little more after that.

Grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her into his chest, running a hand through her hair and gripping it tightly to pull her head up for a kiss.

She tasted his desire on her tongue, and could only be thankful for the dignitaries for whatever small break she may get from his overwhelming company.

After finally breaking the kiss, he ran his now gloved fingers down her cheek again and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I won't be long precious. Be a good girl and wait for me. I'll come back for you soon."

Then he left the room with his guard in tow, leaving Sarah to suck in a thankful breath of relief for the first time that day.

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Sarah wasn't sure how long she sat on the chair before the chain around the ankle cuff suddenly melted away. Before she could be more than a little startled, the door to Jareth's office opened. Sarah jumped to her feet when she saw that it was not Jareth at the door, but his captain of the guard. She had seen the captain almost every time Jareth had made her spend the day with him.

The captain was a tall man, in a sombre blue uniform and short dark hair. He stood in the doorway, and snapped his fingers at her. When she didn't move he barked coldly, "The king demands your presence girl, now come."

Sarah hurried to the door at the mention of Jareth's order, but was a little stunned with this turn of events. Never, in the whole year she had been here, had any of Jareth's guards or staff or goblins spoken directly to her. She knew it was Jareth's doing. He was possessive and probably wanted her all to himself, so she could only marvel in the differences of this day as she scurried along after the guard, thankful she was at least wearing something.

The guard led her to the Throne Room, and Sarah was more than a little surprised to see it full of at least twelve men as the guard marched her forward. Jareth was sitting regally on his throne, looking straight at her as she entered; she couldn't help but feel anxious as she registered all the men in the room had fixed their gaze upon her. The guard stopped a few good feet from the throne and bowed at the waist. Sarah, knowing Jareth probably expected a display of subservience, especially before guests, dropped to her knees and bowed her head. At the very least it gave her pause to stare at the floor and contemplate what the hell was going on.

"Your slave Sire." The guard said.

"Thank you Randeen." Jareth replied, and Sarah saw in a perpetual gaze the guard bow again and retreat, leaving Sarah in the middle of the room before the king, his throne and the gawking spectators.

"Rise girl." Jareth commanded, neither harshly nor gently, rather as though he was stating a fact. Of course he was used to having all his commands obeyed, not just by her, but by everyone. Giving orders was second nature.

Sarah got to her feet shakily, resisting the urge to wrap her arms around her body and hide into herself. If Jareth had brought her before strangers, there must be a reason, and she waited with bated breath for that reason to be revealed.

"It seems I find myself in a bothersome position Sarah." Jareth said, his voice dripping with amusement. Sure enough, the smirk on his face was unmistakable. This was not good.

"How may I serve you my lord?" Sarah asked, bowing her head respectfully. He was flaunting her before others on purpose, she concluded, probably to see how far he could push her, how deep her 'devotion' went. She had been making progress lately, she could feel it. He was close to making changes. To yielding something that would make her existence more bearable. She was not about to let this unpredicted turn of events ruin things.

Jareth stood, and strolled leisurely towards her. She stayed still, though the look on his face made her want to retreat, running never got her anywhere.

When he stood but a hair's-breadth away, he lightly caressed the skin above her left breast, making her shudder slightly, before he spoke again.

"It seems I have been an ungracious host to my guests, for I have not provided any evening entertainment for them. And since I have already informed them that I will be occupied for the evening, I feel it's only fair to them that I present them with the reason for such rudeness."

Sarah looked at him confused. Did he want her to apologise for distracting him from his duty of entertaining his guests because he couldn't tear himself away from tormenting her for one night?

"I apologise Your Highness." Sarah said softly, her pride practically non-existent at this point.

Jareth laughed humorously, before tipping her chin up to meet his gaze.

"It's quite all right precious, you're forgiven. However, I do think that you should do something to make it up to our visitors."

Sarah froze, trying her hardest not to tremble. He wouldn't... he wouldn't give her to someone else would he? Sarah knew he was possessive; he didn't even let his servants look at her. Would he really let someone else touch her? Use her body the way he did. The thought that he might made her pale, and she would have been close to retching had Jareth not began to speak again. She made herself focus on what he was saying, using his words to anchor her to the room so she didn't faint.

"Tell me precious... do you dance?"

Sarah's gaze focused on his with a sudden snap. What... did he really just ask her that? Did she dance? What kind of... oh. Now she understood. The outfit... she knew what he wanted.

She had in fact enjoyed dancing in her old life. She had loved moving to different music in her room, though she had never danced in front of anyone, not when everyone's focus was on her. Something told her she was about to do just that. Jareth turned and strolled back to his throne, lazily flinging his leg over an arm, he waved his hand threw the air, and almost at once, calming yet sensual music began to permeate the air. It was a slow and sexual remedy, no singing, just gentle tones made with drums and flutes. Sarah's gaze went around the room, trying to find the source of the music, but all she was met with was the expectant and lustful gazes of the other men. Her gaze returned to the Goblin King as he drawled his command, "Dance."

Sarah... wasn't sure what to do. She had never danced before an audience. She had danced at parties and weddings and such, and she had enjoyed dancing in the privacy of her old bedroom, but never... this. To this kind of music, it was clear the type of dance the Goblin King expected, but whether she could do it was another question.

Closing her eyes, she tried to block out her surroundings, focusing only on the music. With surprisingly little difficulty, she pulled the memory of her old bedroom to the front of her mind, and, still hearing the music, began to sway to its rhythm. Her eyes still closed, she focused on the memory of her bedroom and found that her body moved with ease. She was alone. She was just alone in her room on another Friday night. Her parents were out, Toby was asleep, and she was in a relaxing kind of mood. She twirled and spun, catching herself before she hit her bedroom wall or knocked into her vanity. She swung her arms above her head and teasingly caressed her way down one arm with the other, dragging the hand down slowly through her long hair, down her neck, over the curve of her breasts and down her waist. She dropped herself slowly to the ground with the soothing tunes of the music and writhed on the ground in her dance, as though she was in the mitts of deep passionate love. In her delusion, her delusion that filled her with more peace then she had thought possible, she rose from the ground with the grace of a swan and spun around her room with effortless enticement. She was unaware of the king's lustful gaping, and his awed wondering as to why he had never had her dance for him before. Unaware a high duke of the Marshlands was watching her appraisingly, wondering if the king could be swayed to part with such a stunning jewel for the night. And completely unaware of the gaze of the duke's youngest son, who watched the dark haired beauty move, enchanted, and instantly imagined himself in love with the girl.

When the music lulled slowly to a close, Sarah was dragged back into her dismal reality by the fierce applause she was receiving from Jareth's guests. She stood straight as a line again, the image of her once beloved bedroom stolen on the moments noise, replaced with the pleased and hungry face of the Goblin King.

Sarah quivered under the gaze as the truth of her surroundings finally swam into place. It had been her intention to please him so as to avoid punishment and gain some kind of reward, but that look in his eye... that look told her that her body was going to be abused for hours after this moment, and that was enough to almost bring her back to tears.

The moment passed as soon as it came, and Sarah was once again on her knees before the king, who wanted absolutely nothing more than to pin her down and take her right there on the unforgiving stone floor of his Throne Room, but stilled himself. Not here, before so many witnesses. There would be plenty of time to worship her body later throughout the night.

In the next moment Sarah found herself back in Jareth's chambers, naked, her chain connected to the bedpost. She didn't have to wait long before he was there beside her, crushing her body underneath his own. Sarah felt fear at the intensity of the lust emanating from him, but whether he noticed or not, he made no move to stop. Without ceremony, he thrust himself inside her, beating into her so hard and rough that Sarah was forced to reciprocate simply to keep him from beating her to pieces. He swallowed her cries of pain with his lips and moved them over hers with a savagery she hadn't been subjected to in quite a while. She knew she would have bruises tomorrow. That she would be sore and incapable of walking properly; Jareth always had the power to do that to her.

He took her more than once, and distantly Sarah noticed that, though he had began claiming her body while the sun still shone, the sky was sparked with bright orange and soft purple by the time he gave her one final thrust and pulled himself out. Sarah grunted in relief, already feeling the urge to curl into a ball and hold herself, much as she had done the first time, because of the stabbing pain in between her legs.

Jareth, of course, wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in close. He was aware that he had been rough with her, and that she would probably be sore, but he cared very little for it at that moment. He knew the specialness of the day would ignite something between them. He remembered every single second of the first time he had ever taken her. She had been reluctant back then; stubborn, prideful, kicking and scratching and pushing at him... to no avail. He knew he would have her and so he had, and oh how she had cried. She had cried many times at first, but he allowed himself to forgive his cruelty. He had been denied what was rightfully his to take for three years, and he was not a patient man. She had learned though. He had taught her the pleasure to be had if only she stopped fighting him. And she had eventually stopped fighting. He had broken her – as was his intention – and moulded the pieces back together to fit his liking. Now she was exactly what he wanted her to be. She had fire and spirit but it was carefully contained within her submission. He would not accept disobedience, but he would surely die if that spark ever truly vanished from her eyes.

He lay with her in his arms for a time, watching as the sky darkened until it was nothing but black. He had lost count of how many times he had taken her, but if the sun had set during their engagement, they must have been at it for at least three hours. He smiled sleepily and looked down at his most precious possession.

She was still awake, her breathing had returned to normal as his had, and she was exhausted and in pain, but she was too scared to let sleep claim her. The brutality of his actions, at the anniversary of the night he had stolen her virginity, had frozen Sarah into something similar to catatonia. She had not had one single orgasm that night, although Jareth didn't seem to notice. His appetite was insatiable. She knew that no matter how much she gave, he would always want to take more.

She instinctively froze when she felt his hand slither down to her most intimate place, and felt his fingers stroking over her.

He couldn't want to go again could he? My god, when will this nightmare end!

"Did I hurt you precious?" He whispered, still tenderly stroking her. Sarah, like so many other times, over analysed everything in his question. His words, his tone, his volume. It was something she had learned to do to come up with the best response. A response that would please him and keep her safe. Several possible answers flashed through her mind at the speed of light, but she settled for...

"I'm just a little sore."

Jareth lightly removed her from his arms and rolled her on her back, and then smiling slightly in the darkness, he lowered himself down between her legs and began to kiss at her there.

He was healing her, she knew. She had experienced his healing powers many times before.

As soon as his tongue found itself inside her the pain in her abdomen ceased, and her muscles in her legs and stomach began to relax. Soon small inserts of pleasure began to hit her and she allowed the feeling to claim her, knowing he wanted to make up for the pain he had caused.

Once she too was completely spent, he pulled her back into his arms and cuddled her close, inhaling deeply into her hair; she was too exhausted to even notice.

They fell asleep together for a while, and when Sarah woke, she heard Jareth moving around. She raised herself from the bed to stare at his back as he was dressing, and when he turned to face her, he smiled, and moved towards her for a kiss.

"I'm sorry I woke you precious, but unfortunately I must go and eat supper with the Marshland dignitaries. It's only common courtesy."

He stroked her hair, and then waved his hand over the bed. Instantly the rumpled covers were straightened around her, and in the next second, a platter of fruit appeared beside her.

It wasn't until then that she realised how very hungry she was, as she hadn't eaten anything since those few bites of fruit at breakfast. Without thinking she reached forward and plucked a strawberry from the platter. She gave a satisfied groan as she bit into the fruit and Jareth smirked. "Mmm... I'm almost jealous."

Moving forward to kiss the juices from her mouth he then straightened and headed towards the door, looking back he said, "I'll be back after the court meal is over, and then you will receive your surprise. I know you're going to love it."

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Once again Sarah was left alone for hours; she made use of the bathroom, taking an excruciating long bath. She had learned a while ago that the magical chain around her ankle only restricted her to places Jareth did not want her to go, therefore despite still being chained to the bed, she could wonder aimlessly around the room and bathroom, but only felt the tug of the chain if she went anywhere near the door leading outside. She bathed for a while, thankful that Jareth had healed her soreness and using the bliss of the hot water to aid in shoving the memory of yet one more torturous night away from her; it wouldn't do for her face to be tear stained when Jareth returned. Once she was bathed and dried she returned to the bed, the chain automatically shrinking to accommodate her actions.

While she ate her way through the rest of the food she contemplated what his 'surprise' really was. She had been well behaved for a long time. Though she had little sense of time, as the days seemed to bleed together, she did know that she had done whatever it took to please him after her failed escape attempt. After That Night, she had never told him no, never struggled in his embrace, never retreated as he stepped closer, and after a while his cruel satisfaction had turned into a kind of contentful yearning. Perhaps he even convinced himself that she loved him to - although she was resolute to the fact that he did not love her, perhaps she had simply been spoiled for love in her old life Aboveground. He didn't love her, not the way humans love, but he wasn't human. He was the Goblin King. A powerful, ancient, mystical being, and if he really believed that he loved her... well, there was nothing she could do about it. He had her and he was never going to let her go. She'd be his until her death, a day, she was sad to say, she was somewhat eager for.

So she contemplated the possible surprise, but her mind couldn't churn out anything she thought was likely. What would he do, on such a 'special' day? She couldn't predict his behaviour, he didn't think like a normal person. She had learned to gauge his feelings from subtle mannerisms, but she still knew little about what happened in that head of his.

After silently resigning to await her fate, she moved off the bed and stood before the fireplace. Though she barely noticed anymore, she always found herself quite cold. A consequence of never having proper clothing in a castle made of stone. She sunk down next to the flames, and drenched in its warmth; anything to calm her scattered nerves.

She was lying on her stomach before the flames when he came back, and he wasted no time in sinking down beside her and drawing her into his arms. She buried her face in his chest, hiding her reluctance to be held by him. She felt his gloved hands travel down the length of her bare back to rest upon her bottom. She tried not to cringe as he stroked her there. The leather was better than his bare hands but not by much.

"Are you ready for your surprise precious?" He mumbled into her hair, and she merely nodded against him, not trusting herself to speak. He stood and gently pulled her up. With a wave of his hand she was dressed in a sleeveless flirtatious dress that, while stopping at her knees, and barely covering the top of her breasts, was the most clothed she had been since she arrived here the year before.

Without a word, he led her out of his bedroom and down the hall, her ankle chain held unnecessarily in his grasp, the sound of his boots echoing through the stone hallway. They didn't walk far before Jareth stopped at a set of double doors with an intricate vine imprint similar to that of his own bedroom. Silently Jareth placed his hand on the handle and turned it to push the door open, Sarah watching in quiet wariness. Whatever was behind that door would be the big 'surprise' she had no doubt, twenty-four hours of dread had led to this moment. The door pushed open, and what was revealed made Sarah gasp.

It was a bedroom. A beautiful bedroom with colours of bronze and gold and browns and warm cream. While most rooms in the castle had stone flooring and walls, this room looked as though it could belong to a member of royalty Aboveground. The floor was stainless wood of deep brown, and practically every piece of furniture in the room held the same colour and exquisiteness. There was a large bed to the right of the door, with four wooden beams that stretched high to the ceiling to a canopy of gold and silver.

Without realising it, Sarah unconsciously moved into the room. Normally conscious not to let Jareth out of her sight, she all but forgot he was there as she took it all in. The large windows lining the back wall and doors leading out to a large balcony lit with light. A stunning crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling giving deep sensual light over the rest of the room. Sarah took in every detail greedily. The large wooden bookcase packed with books of all sizes was in the left corner, a big table fit for a dining party of four, desks and chairs and sofas and bedside tables. Lamps and luxuries she had not seen outside of Jareth's bedchamber, and she normally paid little attention to his surroundings.

There were two doors on the left wall and Sarah practically bounced to them, to dazed to remember why she should be containing her emotions, and also to happy with blind anticipation to remember she was still in chains. Jareth, however, waved the chain away as he watched her explore indulgently. Exactly the reaction he had wanted.

Sarah threw the first door open to reveal a luxurious bathroom. Much like Jareth's, its tub was large and etched into the ground. With tiles of bronze and deep blue, there were towels and bottles filled with different coloured liquids and lotions. The sink was gorgeous, and over it a massive mirror reflecting the biggest smile Sarah had had on her face since she had first come here. It was looking at her reflection for only a second that caused reality to crash back down with an unceremonious thump. It was only after several moments that she realised she too had fallen, and was now sitting on the tiled floor, deep in thought and to surprised by her sudden burst of emotion to contemplate getting up.

Was this it, his 'surprise'? What was it for? Who was it for? Was it hers? Why would he give her a real room if he so enjoyed lording his power of her surroundings over her? After a year in a dungeon cell with no window, why all this at once? These were all questions she knew she had to get up and ask him, but she could barely summon the energy to move her arms where they sat uncomfortably under her weight where she had fallen.

She hadn't allowed herself to feel such a heavy amount of emotion in... What? Half a year? After her failed escape she had practically shut down completely. Knowing she could offer no more resistance to her tormentor, she had sunk low into her mind, as she did whenever he laid claim to her body. She sank. She was there physically but not emotionally. She was still able to think and react and gauge his reactions to her actions but she refused to let herself feel anything. If she ever fell into the full burden of her misery and pain she would surely lose what fragile sanity she still possessed... and then what. She didn't know what Jareth would do if she lost it, but it wasn't really her safety she was mainly concerned for. It was why she never allowed herself to think of her family. She never wanted to remember, but was terrified to forget. She had already lost them, and they her, what was the point in dwelling in the misery. Jareth already offered her enough pain; why look for more?

But it hadn't been misery she had felt just now, it had been joy. Pure, untainted joy, something she had not felt in a long time. The possibility that she may no longer awaken in total darkness, no longer spend day after endless day with only her thoughts for company, no longer live underground, where she never saw the sun, nor heard the birds, nor felt something so simple as natures breeze.

This room held possibilities for a brighter future, and she both revelled and dreaded in the wave of happiness that had given her.

"Why are you on the ground precious?"

His voice brought her swimming back to reality. The reality that he was still here, watching her, moving towards her, helping her stand and wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her back against his chest.

"Do you like it?" He whispered in her ear. Sarah fought hard for some sense of composure. The explosion of emotion she had just freed from its cage needed to be contained before the bars broke.

"What's it for?" She whispered back, shaking slightly in his strong embrace. She felt him chuckle silently, his chest vibrating from behind her as he clenched his grip, almost swallowing her small form with his own.

"Why, it's for you precious thing. All of it. It's been waiting for you for quite awhile and now I have finally deemed this to be the perfect time to bestow it to you." He replied grandly, and kissed her cheek, swaying them slightly back and forth as though in a dance.

"Why now?" She couldn't help but ask. His silence encouraging her to be bold. She needed answers dammit, before she could let herself believe something good was actually happening.

"You've been very well behaved for a long time now Sarah. Do you not feel as though you deserve to be rewarded?" He asked, though the question was somewhat rhetorical, it gave Sarah pause for thought. This was what she had been working towards; making him happy so that she would have less cause to be miserable. This is what she wanted, right? Better circumstances. Better life? A gilded cage is still a cage, a little voice in the back of her mind whispered, but she shut that down quickly. She had been trapped in that light-less, airless cell for a year; she'd take happiness anywhere she could get it, even if it came from him.

She turned in his arms and quickly placed her mouth over his before she lost her nerve. He was surprised again, but quickly caught up with her pace. She wanted to show gratitude, he was obviously expecting it, and this was the only way. Make him believe he's won me over. That I love him, need him, crave him like he seems to crave me, and maybe, just maybe, I won't have to live the rest of forever in darkness.

If you're going to play this game Sarah, you better make damn sure you know what you're doing. Don't forget that he's still a monster. Never forget that you're only acting like the victim of Stockholm syndrome, and not actually becoming that victim.

She pushed the little voice away again, unsure where it had come from all of a sudden. There was no way she would EVER forget what he was, but she could play along, if not to protect herself, then to protect... others.

Finally the kiss broke and she gasped for breath, unaware that she had been running out of air in the intensity of the kiss. She saw with mild satisfaction that Jareth was also fighting to regain control, but after a few moments solid panting, he grinned down at her, and she forced the smile to stay on her face, silently grateful for the acting lessons she had taken when she was fourteen that she was sure made the smile seem that much more genuine.

"I take it this means the answer to my original question is 'yes.'" He asked smugly, running a gloved hand down her cheek. Sarah allowed the smile to drop away in confusion and Jareth chuckled again, re-capturing her parted lips in a light kiss before elaborating.

"You like the room." He stated.

She smiled again. "Yes." She breathed, before letting out a girlish squeal and running back into the room. She hopped happily about, knowing full well he was watching her indulgently, like she was a child opening a Christmas present. Jareth leaned in the bathroom doorway as Sarah opened draws, dipped her toes in the lush carpets, ran her fingers along the spines of books, and spun through the wide open spaces under the watchful eye of Jareth and the stars of the night sky. She went to the second door, and opened it into a closet filled with dresses, shoes and other clothing. She squealed again, touching everything she could. She had clothes! She was actually able to dress herself instead of relying on Jareth for tiny threads of clothing!

She would have delighted in trying everything in her line of vision on. Everything from dresses to nightgowns to riding pants. But she quelled the need to behave like a normal girl in remembrance to the fact that she was still a captive. A slave under her watchful master's eye. She returned to the room, to find he had moved. He was now standing before the bed, almost directly adjacent to the door, leaning back against the wood. She immediately went to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. This time she felt no surprise, and she guessed that had to be a good thing, that it meant he was no longer second-guessing her complete devotion to him.

She felt his hand crawl into her hair and pull her to him tightly, deepening the kiss further.

They made use of Sarah's new bed that night, but this time he was gentle, and Sarah let herself sink again, wanting him to feel appreciated, allowed the primitive pleasure to take her body while keeping her real emotions firmly under control.

When they both were exhausted and lay spent in the new used sheets, Jareth holding Sarah snug in his chest, Sarah allowed sleep to claim her. He trusted her now. She knew it, and she was happy for it. All she had to do was keep it up, and she would be fine.

As the night slowly turned to early morning and the moon and sun began their daily battle for claim to the skies, Jareth looked tenderly into the sleeping face of his love. She was so contentful when sleeping, as if all worries were erased from that pretty little face of hers. The Goblin King leaned forward and placed his lips reverently on her forehead and then dipped his head so he could breathe into her ear; "Happy anniversary precious."