Warning: Attempted rape and a scantily clad Sarah. You have been warned.
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Chapter 10: Bondage
Shifting restlessly in her tent Sarah felt warm sweat gradually coating her body, her restless frustration making her breath come at a pace more suited to a long distance runner than a sedentary woman. Efael was taking Celbri. Unable to really do anything yet refusing to do nothing Sarah slipped into a loose robe and tied the sash tight. Jareth had told her to get some rest while he took care of the situation but, as Celbri's apprehension was in part her fault, sitting idly by while her friend lost her freedom was not something the youngling could do. Looking toward Jareth's tent she hesitated, knowing that his presence was crucial to security her security. The memory of how he'd brushed her aside when confronted with the question of marriage rose once more into her awareness and with it came all-consuming anger. Feeling as though she might boil with its intensity Sarah shoved aside her concerns and stalked off, refusing to take another glance in his direction.
Keeping close to the perimeter of their camp in the center of the in-progress kingdom Sarah steadied her breathing and attempted once again to establish a way to rescue their young friend from such an unfitting fate. Tucking her hands inside her robes to ward off the night chill Sarah found her mind chasing thoughts of Jareth despite her determination to concentrate on the task at hand. Battling with herself, her mind ran in harried circles around two seemingly impossible to solve subjects, the feelings accompanying both making concentration exceedingly difficult. When the sharp flash of stunning magic hit the back of her head she fell without a sound.
A hot mouth was running along her neck, hands caressing her bare back. Sarah cooed pleasurably. Blinking dreamily the woman opened her eyes to look into the piercing double-colour of the Goblin King's – only to see instead the wicked gleam of a black-eyed lusty elf. Jerking fully awake Sarah glared at those haunting dark eyes as they, soured by malicious intent, glared right back at her.
"Where am I? What have you done Efael?!" Sarah watched his eyes shrink to slits, bare chest swelling dominantly.
"You will address me by title youngling." Her suddenly throat closed, hot tears erupting as she desperately struggled to obtain oxygen. "Say it slave."
"Your highness." She choked. His grin made her stomach churn.
"Look at yourself." Curiosity overcame her stubborn nature and to her horror two pieces of see-through flannel cloth were the only garments covering her chest and nether regions. Embarrassment was now fuelling her powerful anger but Sarah stowed it deep inside her, waiting for an appropriate moment. Her only weapon must be used wisely.
"I contemplated wiping your mind before waking you but the guilty pleasure of knowing your spirit is all here while I play my games was too great to resist." He began to peel away the last shard of his clothing, a plain but finely tanned loincloth.
"Where is Celbri? Your highness?"
"My chambers, ripe with an heir I'm sure." He strode closer, tossing aside his last garment. Sarah began to shiver, understanding all too well the events that would proceed this explanation. Escape did not seem likely. The room was deserted except for the would-be king, the walls no doubt capable of silencing any protest she might make. Tied to the chair without any way of fighting back Sarah had to admit that her stubborn nature may at last have gotten her into the worst mistake of her life. Where was Jareth? Jareth! Please, help me. Jareth! Her mind cried.
"Open yourself to me. You won't regret the building of a prosperous kingdom with your hand in aiding the King. Or... should I say womb."
Setting her mouth determinedly she felt his hands grace the tender flesh of her shoulders. "When Jareth knows of this -"
"He did not claim you. And once I do there will be no backing out." He began to lift the hem of her useless skirt.
"Don't!"
"What did I say." An invisible steel band tightened around her throat making speech impossible as she watched the pervert through watering eyes. Bending his knees Efael moved his body against her thighs.
NO! Her mind screamed wretchedly, bucking against the restraints holding her hostage.
The elf jumped as though he'd been struck, face pale with surprise. "What is this?"
Focusing her anger and fear Sarah felt the chair buckle beneath her, the ropes snapping as a strange wind began rising in the tight chamber. Rising from the ruined seat Sarah looked through her wildly waving hair, the energy of her feelings consuming every inch of her mind. "I HATE you, disgusting filth."
Utterly terrified Efael's knees hit the ground even as he attempted every spell he knew. A mortal with such powers! Impossible! As though trying to wash away this obscure reality he raised both hands in front of his face, preparing to bring the rock ceiling down on the head of this monstrous incarnation. A resounding smash echoed through the space, light flooding the room as the disowned elf's head hit the floor with a disturbing crack.
"Thank you Sarah, I think I can finish him from here." The Goblin King entered with a regal swish of his cape, his self-satisfied grinning face a welcoming sight.
Barely restraining his own anger the Goblin King strode toward the downed elf resisting the urge to give the creature a hard kick. Sarah, hands moving to protect her practically naked flesh, joined his side. She spat into Efael's shiny hair, Jareth wrapping an arm around her waist, smiling his approval.
"What do we do with him?"
"He's not dead and to kill him would be murder, seemingly without reason. And being as he was almost a King the matter becomes even further complicated."
Puzzled, Sarah raised her eyebrows at Jareth. "He wasn't a King yet?"
He averted his gaze to the soles of the upturned boots facing him. "Well, technically his kingdom is not whole. He may own the land but his city and castle are not constructed nor his business established. That makes his Kingship meager if existent at all."
Gazing back down on the creature that had intended to wipe her mind after the initial rape Sarah felt a cold shiver glide across her skin. "Why did he kidnap me when it's obvious that I am of some importance to you?"
"Lust must have consumed him." Jareth scanned his companion, an approving smile moving over his striking features. "When I refused any interest in you he may have taken that as an invitation."
"Staying here any longer than necessary will likely only increase that danger then and I'd rather not run the risk of another kidnapping. The rules which you Kingdoms take so seriously are nearly impossible to fathom Jareth."
"A stranger bunch you will certainly never meet mortal-woman." His wicked grin, unsuccessfully attempted to hide the regret in his eyes.
Gingerly Sarah took his hand. "I thought I was going to lose you."
The twin colours turned to admire her. "And I you - mortal that I love."
Surprise and glee overwhelmed her other feelings, propelling her forward and into his arms before she could think the action through. As soon as their lips met the world seemed to settle into balance, the kiss making all in their convoluted existence blissfully well.