Hello again my lovely readers and reviewers! It has been far too long and I am so very sorry that I have made people wait, but I have had lots of issues lately with my anxiety and my son has been teething so I have been so exhausted. But I am back, and this is my 8th Chapter! Who would have thought I would still be writing (not me) but I am loving this story and loving the feed back. Thank you for your patience and the reviews, I am so glad to see so many people enjoying it. I hope you enjoy Chapter 8 my lovelies! Please review and let me know your thoughts, Love NovaNights xx

Already started Chapter 9 which should be uploaded very soon!

Bare with me on the Grammar and Spelling, I will edit it again once I have the time but at the moment I dont, so please no bitching at me for it because the lady who Private messaged me about it was just cruel about it and I really dont needed the added worries and stresses.

USUAL DISCLAIMER: I do not own or profit from The Labyrinth, which belongs to Jim Henson and Co.

Chapter 8: Prolonging The Agony...

Jareth was incredibly strong for a man with such a lean figure, it would be effortless for him to pull Sarah around if only she wasnt pulling away from him so hard, despite all her running earlier the girl still had plenty of energy to fight him. And although it would have been easier to transport Sarah and himself to his bed chamber, hearing her scream for her freedom was much more satisfying to Jareth. "Fucking let go of me!" she shrieked as he turned another corner, her hair still clutched firmly in his gloved hand. Stopping abruptly, Jareth pulled Sarah by her locks craning her face so it was a few centimetres from him "Curse me one more time you defiant little bitch, I will treat you like the little whore you swear like. Do I make myself clear?" he growled into her ear. She was frightened, but not so frightened as to back down to his threat "I... hate you... you vindictive... slimy... little cunt" she managed breathlessly, for a second Jareth didnt react, processing her words. "Oh precious..." he whispered placing a tender kiss on her cheek. "You dont hate me, not really. Would you like to know how I know that?" in a swift movement he pushed her into a wooden door the cheek he had just kissed smooshed hard against it. His body pressed into her back caging her in, she did her best to flatten her hands against the wood trying to force herself off it, but she had no such luck. "Because you are aware that I shall punish you and you still defy me in every way you possibly can, you push me to my limits because you are curious to what I would do to that delicatable body of yours, but as I have said if you want to be treated as a woman... you neednt only ask" Sarah's body had tensed at his words, her body ached from how much it had been pushed but she couodnt yeild. What he said was true, but she would not admit it.

"No." was all she could manage to protest.

"Yes Sarah, yes my darling. I am no fool. You respond to me this way because you have convinced yourself that lust and desire are wrong, you have told yourself that you should hate me, but you can only bring yourself to resent me simply because I am the man who awakened your desires all those years ago..." roaming his hands over her body he smiled as she shuddered gently beneath him, causing his cock to twitch. A gasp escaped her lips as he dug his hardening length against her backside, oh yes he thought to himself she wanted him. "Tell me Sarah, Did those mortal men do it for you? Did they have you dripping wet for them as their tongues danced against your cunt? Did they having you scream for them as they plunged themselves inside of you? Did they tame the wild wanton desires I put into that pretty head of yours?" Sarah screwed her eyes shut, she had sworn not to lie. "I am waiting Sarah" his voice warned her. "I... I am still a virgin, Jareth" her confession was but a mere whisper.

It was like music to his ears as he span her quickly to face him, the king grabbed Sarahs hands pulling them above her head, only letting them go as chains slithered down from the ceiling, linking around each of her wrists. Once letting her go, he took two steps back moving away only to admire her. Her body stretched like this forced her short dress which was now covered in dried mud to ride up exposing her creamy legs, stopping just below her panty line. "Please... dont do this to me" Sarah pleaded, her virtue was on the line and she couldnt just pretend the predicament didnt bother her. "Where's my brave little champion gone, hmm? Am I getting through to you now?" using his teeth, starting at the thumb of his glove, Jareth tugged on the leather revealing his bare hand to her. She wasn't sure why but Sarah held her breath, she had never actually seen his hands, but she had no doubt that if they could do so many tricks with a crystal then they could do many things to her too. Jareth noticed how her eyes watched his hands, repeating the same process with the other glove he threw them both to the ground before her. "Do you know what that signifies, Sarah?" noting her puzzled expression at his question, Jareth continued "It means I am offering you to go up against me. Would you like to take me up on it? Or will you give in?"

She knew he was deadly serious in his question, if she chose to give in he would likely give her just the punidhment and that would be that, however if she chose to fight she would at least have the hope of winning the dual or she could lose and face a harsher punishment. Either way the chance of her winning gave her that hope, although Sarah knew her virtue hung on the line, so did the last shred of her dignity and losing that was something she wouldn't ever live down if he took it. If she didn't fight, she would be forced to bed him, she would have little option but too. There was no way she would give into him easily nor wllingly for that matter, yes she may be a prisoner but she would not be caged in by him.

"Jareth, put me down. You offer me a dual? Ok, I will agree under certain terms, just set me free please.." she breathed as her hands begun to go numb from the lack of circulation allowed by the chains. "With pleasure, my pet. If it takes for me to use a sword to beat you down then I shall, and I shall gladly watch that defiant fire in your eyes die" before Sarah could register what nasty promise his threat kept, the chains holding her snapped loose and she fellnhard to the floor landing on her knees, causing her to wobble on impact. "Get up, Sarah" On shakey legs she did as she was told, her body felt heavy with tiredness, she ached all over but this was the last big fight. After this she would be free, she had to be free. "Good girl Sarah, See! You can do as you are told" Sarah detested the patronising tone of which he spoke, she wouldnt be made to feel any lower. "My terms, you win then I agree to this union but understand that i wont walk down that aisle without a fight before hand..." she pointed her finger at him to further emphasise the last part of her terms " But Jareth, when I win, I go home to see my family".

Jareth listened to her terms, they were understandable but also foolish. Even if she were to someone win, he would agree to let her go home to her family, but only to say goodbye, she was claimed by the Labyrinth now and whilst he could denounce the claim, it was not apart of their deal. Shaking his head at her he held his hand out towards her, a sword materialising in it causing Sarah to jump back in fear as its point held firm a few inches in front of her, Jareth couldn't help but revel in her reaction. "For you, my love" turning it to hold the blade, Jareth handed her the sword which she gingerly accepted. She was really going to do this, she was really going to swordfight with Jareth and after all this she would need some serious therapy if she won.

"Ok Sarah, the rules of this fight is just to who becomes unarmed first, so if you manage to knock the weapon from my hand then you win and I will fulfill your wishes" she watched as he flourished his own sword, whipping it back and forth through the air testing it before her. It became apparent to her that he was obviously a very skilled swordsman and whilst she had done some stage fighting and fencing in her youth, she was long since out of practice. "But if I unarm you, you agree to our marriage and you will pay for every indiscretion you have committed this evening, and yes Sarah I mean everything. The foul language, snide remarks, the assault, the challenging and defying me at every turn and worst of all, lying to me after being warned. I will show you the difference between my generosity and my cruelty, you shall respect me as your king but for now... I will enjoy this" upon finishing his rant that attempted to belittle her, Jareth positioned himself showing Sarah he was ready. Squaring her shoulders, flicking her sword left and right to test its weight, she postioned herself waiting for him to begin, praying the odds were in her favour.

Jareth was to say the least, impressed. He had decided to take it easy on Sarah presuming her to lack any knowledge of fighting of any sort irregardless as to whether it was with a weapon. And yet he had been wrong to make such a presumption, she held her own against him from the first attack and almost knocked his weapon from him effortlessly after only a few blows. The determination in her face was evident, she focused on each stroke of the sword, but as they battled dancing around the halls of the castle, Jareth noticed she had a pattern, and that would be her downfall. She lunged all to eagerly, as she did so Jareth spun away to the side before poofing himself behind her, she just managed to wedge her sword between his sword and her neck making her whole body still except her chest which was rising and falling rapidly out of exhaustion and fear. "Its not too late to forfeit and turn back, Sarah"

'Turn back Sarah, Turn back before its too late..'

With a growl Sarah thrust her sword forward, breaking his hold on her and seperating their swords. Spinning to face him, she held her sword to him. "Why dont you forfeit Goblin king? Surely being defeated twice by a mortal girl would only bruise your ego further?" her audacity made Jareth chuckle a full hearted laugh. The little minx was playing him game, she was taunting him just as he had her. Mentally reminding himself to present more challenges alike this one to her in the future, Jareth wasted no time whilst her guard was down. He swiped quickly at her, her deflections were fast but he could see her strain as her sword met his with a sharp cling of metal, although she was deflecting his moves, she was backing herself into a corner. Jareth noted that Sarah lacked self awareness in fighting, a skill he would have no choice but to teach her but for now it was working to his advantage. Forcing more and more power behind each blow, he was delighted watching Sarah break under the pressure. As her back hit the wall she let go of the sword startled at the contact, everything felt like it was in slow motion to Sarah as she watched her sword fall to the floor and clatter across the stone, looking up she saw Jareth above her, his sword pointed just in front of her, blocking her from picking her weapon back up. She was unarmed and she would now pay the penalty.

"Jareth, I-"

"I suggest, pet, you call me by your Majesty until your punishments are over. It is time you learnt your place" the way he called her pet made her wince, Jareth didnt move his sword but with his free hand he gestured at her to come to him, his leather clad forefinger reeling her in. Hanging her head, she slowly walked towards him, she was tired and felt ashamed in herself because although she couldnt of let him win, she probably could have requested sleep first before a punishment, at least then she wouldnt have caused further strain to her already suffering body. Standing before him she held her hands behind her back, looking down at the blade he still weilded awaiting what would come next. "Precious thing, I am impressed that you managed to hold against me so well and your compliance for doing as I have asked has not gone unnoticed, so for being such a good girl you shall be rewarded. How does that sound?" She didnt even need to look up for her to know he was expecting an answer from her. "Most generous, wouldn't you agree Sarah?" Sick fuck. That is all she could think, forcing herself to nod her head she swallowed the bile that threatened to rise in her throat. "Take my hand, it is time now Sarah".

Don't do it, don't take his hand. Her subconscious warned in a shriek fearful of Jareth's punishments, and whilst she knew her defiant actions would bide her time, Sarah knew the outcome would always be the same; her losing to him. Tsking his hand, it was time to acceot the inevitable.

Jareth was happy that Sarah had accepted her defeat so well, he could see she was exhausted which made him want to hold her close in his chamber, reassure her of her safety and allow her to rest. The king was now a victim to his fae nature, which told him to punish her until she broke once and for all, he was fighting all of his urges and planned to punish Sarah but he would not break her, not until their wedding night he would allow her her virtue for that long.

Transporting himself and his bride to be to his rooms, Jareth waved his hand toward the fire alighting it before making his way to his vanities chest of drawers. Sarah still had not looked up, she knew where she was and she knew better than to try escape him yet again.

Staring at the floor she wondered if this was what her life would be like, would she be tormented relentlessly each day just for disagreeing with the actions of her capture? Would he punish her just because she spoke out of turn often? Did he not care for her feelings at all? These thoughts hurt her, she could feel her heart pull as If it were about to physically break. "Get out of those filthy clothes, you will have you first punishment then we shall bathe" his words broke the silence and set off alarm bells in Sarahs head, she looked to where he was standing in horror. She couldnt undress in front of him, ok so she wasnt innocent but this was entirely different. "Jareth, please-" slamming his firsts down on the wooden fueniture infront of him, the king turned roud to face Sarah, anger was etched across his features again "What did I tell you to call me? Do as I command you now, pet" he hissed, turning his full body towards her curious to her next move. Putting her fear aside, Sarah did the only thing she could, she began to undress. Looking down at the ground, Sarah fingered the straps of her dress, removing them from her shoulders, peeling the dress down her body and quickly steeping out of it. To be before him on nothing but her panties and bra showed her just how vulnerable she was now, before hand she at least had her dignity but not now as she knew he would take everything from her.

Longingly he watched as Sarah stripped before him, she was covered in mud and dust but even in such a state she was magnificent. She had truly become a woman, her body filling out and creating things that a younger Sarah hadnt possesed. She was breathtaking stood before him, so weak and yet so powerful she could bring him close to his knees. He had bedded many women, princesses, fae, and women who were called "Sirens of the Underground" because of their allure and yet... yet none of them made Jareth quiver like she did. He was already heavily aroused, and he worried how he would manage to restrain himself as well as how he would maintain the anger that was fueling his desire to punish her.

Punishment didnt necessarily mean all bad his inner fae reminded him. Smirking as he realised just what power he held, Jareth materialised to 6 strands of thick leather material into his hands, admiring their sizes he split them into two piles, one for each hand. "Are you ready, princess?" he grinned geinning his slow stride towards her, she began to back away from him, the predatory look on his eyes making her want to flee. This would be more fun than he could have hoped.