Sarah followed a comical looking goblin down a long, torch-lit corridor. She looked at the creature, through her tear blurred eyes, and pondered if it was a male or female goblin. Did it matter? Perhaps not. This was just another of the goblin king's minions and she knew that while they weren't particularly bright they were fiercely loyal. They had already been walking for what seemed like an extended time when Sarah just couldn't deal with the silence any longer. "Where are you taking me? Can you at least tell me your name? For the love of god, give me something to work with here!" She huffed in pure frustration.

The funny little thing stopped short and turned around to look up at her. "You are not very compliant. I would have thought, after his Majesty generously let you remain here in his castle, that you would be much more subservient." The creature sighed. " Fine, perhaps not. I am Loildee, head of household staff for his Majesty. I am to get you settled, bathed, dressed and fed. If you need me for anything, you need only speak my name and I will come to you. Presently, I am taking you to one of the chambers in the king's wing of the castle. Now, hurry along. We are wasting time."

So, Sarah had learned that this particular goblin was female and remarkably articulate. Further, she was being led to the king's wing. So, was he installing her close to his own chambers? It seemed so and it gave Sarah no comfort to know this piece of information. Jareth had been so mocking and mean. His words still rang harshly in her ears. 'How much do you charges for your wares, hmm?' At least he hadn't just turned her out, which he could have done. When Sarah finally resumed paying attention to Loildee, she found herself standing in the doorway of a very simply appointed room. She scoffed; broom closet more like. The room was small, barely larger than a jail cell: within it was a double bed, a bedside table and a plush looking armchair. A fireplace on one wall had a welcoming fire blazing within it and there were two large windows looking out on the Labyrinth. There was a door that she figured was the bathroom and an armoire that likely held clothes for her use.

"Alright then, come inside and remove that hideous rag. Can't bathe you if you're dressed, now can I." Loildee opened the door and it was, indeed, a bathroom. Surprisingly, it looked like very modern plumbing had been installed. There was a washbasin, a claw footed tub and a commode. All very functional but nothing fancy. Sarah stripped off her dress, bra and panties and watched in horror as Loildee threw them into the fireplace. "Hey, that is all I had left of my world."

Loildee laughed, well, cackled really. "Won't be needing that here. I have a shirt, skirt and underthings for you to wear. His Majesty was quite clear how he wished you to be dressed." She pushed Sarah into the bathroom and pointed her green skinned finger at the tub. "Get in. And start washing while I get your clothes laid out. Don't dawdle! I'll be right back."

Sarah grab the wash rag and a cake of beige soap. She rubbed herself none too gently, wishing to wash the last seven years of her life away. Her skin was red and looking very abused when Loildee returned. The little green female goblin's face turned red. "What are you doing? Do not harm herself! The king will be most displeased." She roughly yanked the washrag out of her hand and picked up a bottle as she helped the mortal out of the tub. "Rub this lotion all over your body, paying special attention to your bosom and other intimate areas. King's orders!"

Sarah did as she was asked and applied the lotion on her skin. It smelled of peaches, what else? And her skin felt pleasantly warm and tingly. As she soothed it onto her breasts, her nipples reacted by growing hard. And when she started to rub it on her lady parts, she could feel herself grow wet with her own arousal. She gasped and felt compelled to play with her clit to relieve the growing need within her. And just as she started to touch herself, Loildee returned. "NO!" Sarah jumped at the harshness of the Goblin's voice. "You are not allowed to touch yourself for your own pleasure. Please, you mustn't." Sarah saw fear on the creature's face.

"And why should it matter? You have me rub this lotion on myself, knowing it would make me feel stimulated but I'm not allowed to relieve the corresponding tension. Why?"

The goblin sighed. "Sarah. You must understand, you are a subject and servant of the Goblin king and you now belong to him. You cannot do anything without his permission, except to relieve your bladder and bowels. Do not question this; it is simply how things are done." She handed Sarah a simple, short grey, wool skirt and white linen blouse. It looked like a kind of uniform. "Here, these are your clothes and here are a pair of bloomers and a chemise, a pair of stockings and these button shoes. Please hurry."

Sarah slipped on the chemise and bloomers of basic white cotton. She pulled the blouse on, buttoning the five buttons and stepped into the skirt, lacings it closed at the front. The simple cotton stockings and black shoes finished the look. Loildee handed her a brush and she roughly brushed the tangles out of her shoulder length, brown hair. "Do I pass inspection?" She tried to sound respectful.

Loildee looked her up and down and shrugged. "It will have to do. This is what the staff wears. I do not know where his Majesty is planning to have you working but it will do." She grabbed Sarah's hand and pulled her out the door and back down the corridor. After walking a while they stopped in front of double doors. "Go inside, this is the staff dining hall. Help yourself to food and drink. I will return to collect you in half an hour. Be mindful of the time." And with that, Sarah was alone.

She walked through the doors and found the room full of all manner of creatures eating the evening meal. Elves, pixies, brownies, dwarves and even other humans, or at least that's what she thought. They looked up and watched her for just a moment and then went back about their own business. Sarah took up a small pewter platter and placed some fruit and a slice of bread upon it. She didn't recognize any of the other dishes and was afraid to eat what she didn't know. She sat down and tucked in, not realizing how hungry she had been and washed it all down with the sweetest tasting water she'd ever drank.

Loildee stood in the doorway and watched as her charge finished her food and water. The old goblin smiled. She knew something the human woman did not: her King was in love with her and had set her the task of improving her health and weight. He had said he thought her too thin. Loildee chuckled. If she knew anything about the king, she knew he would be bedding this woman and getting her with child as soon as possible. "Sarah, time to go. Hurry along."

Sarah jumped up and placed the used platter and mug into a bin by the doors, following Loildee back down the corridor. She recognized that this was the way to the king's wing. She was being taken to Jareth's chambers. Sarah swallowed hard, trying to push the feeling of dread down. The pair stopped in front of a pair of mahogany doors and Loildee knocked three times.

"Enter." The single word response was clear as a bell and could belong to none other than Jareth. Sarah felt like she was going to her own execution. Loildee turned the door handle and pushed Sarah through the now open door.

Jareth was lying on a massive bed, clothed in only his grey snakeskin leggings. Sarah stared in complete awe and fascination. He looked deliciously sexy. His smooth, lean muscled chest, with a faint sprinkling of golden chest hair and the medallion he always wore, nestled there, glistened in the candlelight.

"Come here, Sarah. We have much to discuss."He patted the bed, indicating where he expected her to sit and Sarah felt an unreasonable sense of apprehension. What was he going to do to her? He couldn't possibly know she'd never been with a man in her life. The complete extend of her sexual experience had been with women. With no other option, she walked over to the bed and sat down.

Jareth touched her hand and saw her flinch. "Do I scare you, precious?" He chuckled. Yes, he was enjoying this. She would pay for destroying his city and the Escher room and for rejecting him. "You need only fear me if you are disobedient. You do not plan to disobey me, do you?" He watched her timidly shake her head. This would not do! He needed the feisty, defiant Sarah, the one that challenged him. "Sarah, stand up before me." She complied and he grinned at her. "Very good. Now, I want you to remove all your clothes in the reverse order from how you put them on."

Sarah gasped, her face flaming in embarrassment and indignation. "I thought you said we had things to discuss. What would be the purpose to my nudity?" She clamped her hand over her mouth as soon as she realized how rude and disrespectful she had just been.

Jareth jumped off the bed, standing directly in front of her, a riding crop in his right hand. "Sarah, are you being disobedient? That is a grave mistake, Precious!" Secretly, Jareth was most pleased that the feisty, defiant Sarah was just beneath the surface of this timid creature. He would truly enjoy making her his.

Sarah dropped her head and bent down to unbutton the shoes she was wearing and then pulled the stockings down her legs and off her feet. "I'm sorry, Majesty." She unlashed the laces holding her skirt to her body and the skirt dropped to the ground.

Jareth smirked and then leaned in to whisper, "When we are alone in my chambers, like now, I want you to call me Jareth or any other term of endearment that comes to mind. Do you understand, Precious?" He touched her cheek and dragged his thumb over her lips. He was already fighting the urge to kiss her. But not yet, not just yet. "Go on, remove the rest of your clothes."

Sarah pushed the five buttons through the holes and slid the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. She hesitated for a moment and then pulled the chemise over her head. Now she was clad in nothing more than the cotton bloomers and she was trembling, partly from fear of what might happen and partly because she was turned on by the way he was looking at her. She stared at Jareth as she placed her hands at her hips and pushed the bloomers down, over her hips and past her knees to the floor. She heard the sharp intake of breath and the gripping sound of the leather glove on the handle of his crop. She stood there, frightened, and impulsively bit on the tip of her thumb to calm herself.

"My, my, you are beautiful if a bit thin. We will remedy that. Tell Loildee what sort of dishes you like to eat, so the kitchen staff can prepare them. I make sure all my servants are well fed and healthy." He touched her breast with the end of his riding crop and delighted at the immediate hardening of the nipple. Yes, she was exceptionally responsive and that bode well for a passionate sex life for them both. "Tell me, Sarah, are you yearning to be clothed again or do you like that I find your naked form most pleasing?" He slapped his thigh with the crop and watched as Sarah looked down and noticed his arousal, straining against his leggings. "Yes, I find you attractive and extremely desirable, but we need to discuss your position here, so please get dressed." He dropped himself back on the bed and folded his arms over his chest, leaning back against the headboard. He watched with amusement as she quickly pulled her clothes back on. It was going to be exceedingly difficult to keep from touching her, kissing her and fucking her. His cock ached painfully to be inside her. But he would be patient and when he did finally have her, she would truly be his and she would never leave again. "Now, sit. Your position here will be as my personal attendant. You will wake me in the morning, help bathe me, help me dress, remind me of appointments I must keep. You will ensure I eat, because sometimes I forget to properly nourish myself. And you will turn down my bed in the evening. Any questions?"

Sarah gaped in wonder. "You're not going to use me for sex?" The shocked look was comical but also a bit sad.

"Sarah, Sarah, Sarah." He shook his head, chuckling. "I have a long list of females vying to share my bed. Why would I force you to pleasure me, against your will? I am a king, I do not need whores to tend to my sexual needs." He glared at her, challenging her to react to the implication he would bed others right under her nose.

She stood in front of this man, Fae, whatever he was and wanted to slap him. Then she realized he did not want to use her like every other person had. And for the first time since coming here, she thought perhaps asking to be in the Underground might actually be her salvation rather than destructive. And then she remembered what he had said, he didn't need whores. Whores! That's how he saw her: she was just a whore in his eyes. She felt the anger and hurt bubble up inside her until it overflowed and erupted like a volcano.

Jareth watched her process what he had said. She seemed reticent, quiet and thoughtful. Then, he saw a look of puzzlement on her face that slowly began to morph. Sarah's countenance turned hard and angry; her face became increasingly redder until he was sure there was steam or smoke coming off her skin. Jareth was certainly no coward but he feared what might happen if he was physically too close to the raging woman. He moved off the bed to the other side, putting the bed between them.

Sarah exploded violently, throwing herself across the bed as she launched into a tirade. "What did you call me? WHAT DID YOU CALL ME? Whore!? Is that how you see me?" She crawled as best she could across the furs and pillows on the bed, trying desperately to reach him, wanting to claw his face and kick him in the Crown Jewels!

Jareth had to admit he had pushed her too far. "Sarah! SARAH! Calm down." He then saw the tears falling from her beautiful green eyes and he felt the sense of regret overwhelm him; regret and guilt for having caused her pain. "I shouldn't have called you a whore, even though it is technically true, as it was wrong and needlessly injurious. I apologize, Precious." He conjured a fine linen handkerchief and handed it to the now sobbing young woman. "Now, now, dry your tears and blow your nose. Are you ready to begin your duties as my personal attendant."

Sarah dried her eyes and dutifully blew her nose, wiping away as much of the moisture on her face as she could. She felt his hand, soothing her hurt feelings by stroking gently over her arm. "Yes, Jareth, I am ready. What is the next thing I must do?"

Jareth relaxed as it was clear she had calmed down and he moved closer to her and pulled her into a tender embrace. "Go into my bathing suite and run my bath, Precious." He grinned at her as she moved out of his arms and looked into his face, a confused expression in her eyes.

"Alright." She got up off the bed which caused Jareth to slump into the indentation left by her shapely behind. She smiled as he chuckled, righting himself effortlessly. She stepped through another mahogany door and froze in place. His bathroom was enormous and luxurious. The floor was covered in mosaic tiles and the bathtub was rectangular and carved from stone. It was clearly big enough for two and it was freestanding in the middle of the room, accessible from all sides. The spigots were brass pipes rising up through the floor and Sarah turned them on, hot and cold water mixing together to create an inviting, steaming pool. On a low shelf next to this bathtub was a bottle of bath salts. She shook some into the streaming water and the scent of bergamot and chai filled the room. Also on the table were other bottles and a cake of soap. To the right of the door was a towel caddy with thick towels and wash rags hang from it. Sarah was so absorbed in her task of preparing his bath she failed to notice he had entered the bathroom, standing just behind her. When she rose up to invite him into the room, she felt his warm, half clothed body brush up against her. She froze in place.

Jareth chuckled at her startled reaction, feeling his manhood jump to attention at having her so close that he could smell the lotion Loildee had provided to Sarah. "Sarah." His breath brushed against her neck and ear as he whispered. "I am ready for my bath. Turn the water off now." He stepped to her right and proceeded to remove his leggings. He watched with intense interest for her reaction to his being naked in her presence and smirked as he watched her try to look at him without appearing to look at him. She would be doing more than just looking shortly.

Sarah swallowed hard as she looked at Jareth's beautiful nude form. She tried to not look but couldn't help herself. He truly did have a body like a swimmer: lean but muscular, clearly stronger than it appeared at first glance. And she stared at his maleness, the incredibly impressive, partially erect cock. He was uncircumcised and this fact did not surprise Sarah. That particular custom was generally a religious custom in her world and likely was not something done in the Underground. She was pulled from her intense examination by his chuckle and his movement. She now stared at his shapely derrière as he sunk into the welcoming waters with a long drawn out sigh of pleasure.

"Sarah, grab a wash rag and let's start by washing my back and neck. Don't be shy and don't dawdle. The water will not stay hot forever." What he had believed was a genius idea, having her wash him, turned out to be pure torture: delicious, erotic torture that he wanted to repeat every day for the rest of eternity.

Sarah rubbed the rag coated in soap over his neck and shoulders, moving down his back in small circles. He forced her to start washing his chest by leaning back against the wall of the tub. She stared at the medallion as she washed his chest, the rag gliding over his nipples. She was brought to look upon his face when she heard a groan of pleasure escape his mouth. His eyes were closed and a faint smile teased his lips. Sarah felt nigh to compelled to kiss those lips, why she did not know. Her washing moved down towards his flat abdomen but she quickly moved to washing his arms. This was the first time she'd seen him without gloves on and his long, slender fingers were beautiful just like the rest of him.

She was running out of body parts to wash: legs and feet and 'it' remained. She soaped his legs and feet and then blushed furiously as she moved the wash rag towards his groin. His cock was peeking out from the water and Sarah hesitated before she began to rub the soap on his groin. He watched with intense interest as she rubbed the rag over his manhood and his scrotum. Sarah had almost no experience with a man's body and was extremely fascinated by the way his cock seemed to react all on its own. She was equally enthralled by the pleasurable groans coming from the king.

Jareth was enjoying this too much and if he didn't stop her now, she would get an advanced introduction to male ejaculation. "Sarah," he grabbed her hand to stop her ministrations , "that's enough. Please wash my hair. The water grows cold." He enjoyed having her hands massaging the shampoo into his scalp and hair, delighting in her exploring caresses of his ears. She seemed enchanted by his pointed ears. "Oh, Sarah. Oh, precious girl, you are teasing your king. I think you best stop else this may lead to a sexual education of a different nature." He laughed as she gasped and then pushed his head under the water causing him to pop up, sputtering. "Sarah, never do that again!" He was vexed but quickly recovered his good mood at seeing how aroused she was: her cheeks flushed, her eyes dark with her dilated pupils and her chest heaving with her ragged breaths. He did have an effect on her! This was a most welcome revelation.

Sarah held up a large towel and Jareth wrapped himself into it. "Thank you. You may return to your room. You have an early day, I mean, we, we have an early day and I expect to be roused punctually. Good night, precious."

She walked out the door from the bath, through his chamber and out the double doors into the hall. Just 8 feet away was the door to her pitiful little room. "At least I have my own bed and I don't need to share it." She shed her clothes, keeping the undergarments on and slipped between the sheets of her bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

Jareth dropped the towel on the floor after rubbing his hair dry with it. He chose to sleep in the nude tonight, since his hard-on was still very painful and clothing would make it worse. He laid himself down on the bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering what to do about his raging erection. He could request one if his many previous conquests help him relieve his discomfort but now that Sarah was here, it seemed wholly wrong, almost like cheating. Would he really pleasure himself? Of course he could but he hadn't in quite a long time. Still, he wouldn't get any sleep as long as he was so swollen. He grabbed hold of his cock and began stroking himself, slowly at first but then with increasing purpose. He closed his eyes and remembered Sarah standing naked in front of him, remembered how her nipple hardened at the touch of his crop. Would she harden if his hand caressed her? Yes, she would. He would kiss her big beautiful tits, sucking on the nipples until they were hard. And he would stroke her most intimate folds, teasing her clit until she came all over his hand. He was pulling on his cock with great vigor as he felt the telltale sensation of electricity shooting up his spine as he spilled his seed all over himself and the canopy over his bed. "Damn." It had been years since he had resorted to this and he remembered why now. It gave him a physical release but left him wanting more. This time it made him want Sarah, just a few feet away in her little room.