A/N: Hello my fervent readers! This chapter, though somewhat boring, was necessary. I'm thinking maybe one or two more chapters before Jareth and Sarah's story comes to an end. So anyways, I'm back in school so don't expect another chapter for a few days or maybe even a week. Classes are killing me with their work load. Completely ridiculous! Please read and review! I love hearing from you! Give me feedback on how to improve as well!
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The Beginning to an End
Tippy surrounded herself with a group of goblins willing to trifle with the King, and she declared herself the leader. "Now, if anyone has any objections speak now!"
"But…he's the Goblin King! He'll know what's going on long before we even make the first move," the scared goblin, Spike, trembled. "How do we keep him from finding out?"
"You go about your business and don't walk with shaky knees, idiot!" she yelled at the buffoon of a goblin. Tippy circled him like a vulture, sneering at him. "Anyone else scared? Ready ta give up before the fight even begins? C'mon! How long has the Goblin King mistreated us? How long have we bowed in fear at his feet, quivering to our bones? How long has it taken us to rise up as a force of goblins, and dwarf?" she motioned to Hoggle, "to overtake our kingdom! To be free?"
Hoggle rose from where he sat on the dirty basement ground proclaiming his answer. "Too long! I'm tired of Jareth's ferocity! I ain't been nothin' but loyal to him, well as loyal as an abused dwarf could be." Some of the goblins cheered at his statement while others were harder to please. Tippy noticed that most of the ambitious goblins were younger, fresher and ready to rise up.
"We must create a place for our future goblin kids! Goblins united are goblins of power. Chain-linked we all are! Each of us supporting and connected ta another! Now is the time. Now is our time! And future generations will know this period as the 'Time of the Goblins!' Not the 'Time of the Goblin King.' Who will choose the path of freedom with us? Who will overthrow the King?" At this, all the goblins stood up and cheered.
Tippy smiled inwardly and thought to herself, and now I just have ta convince them ta make me their ruler!
Hoggle took a group of the wiser goblins to a table where they drew out battle plans, and Tippy gave orders to the rest of them. "We are going ta need weapons! Those of you who work in the castle, look for sharp objects. The rest of you, bring any supplies you have in your homes. We move at dusk tomorrow!" She left them for her duties in the kitchen, because Highness asked for dinner to be prepared.
Jareth's anger had dispersed quite a bit after an hour, and he could think much more clearly. I had hoped it would not come to this. My beloved Sarah will pay dearly for her repudiation. How dare she say no? To me? After how kindly and sensually I've treated her. I've shown her how it feels to be loved, fucked, and loved even more because of it. She has yet to taste the fear and pain that I can inflict. And I will have her smoldering and begging for more and more until she can do nothing except accept my proposal. Oh her sweet ass will be sore to the touch, and she'll feel me in places she never knew she had. Sarah Williams, you will be my queen.
He walked through the doorway of his throne room, and expected to see his goblins slacking off as usual, but all of them were busy polishing and dusting. "Spike! Come." Jareth's voice boomed and jolted all of them. The hefty goblin hobbled over and knelt at his feet.
"What can I get you, Highness?" the meek goblin trembled.
"Tell me why all of you are…doing your jobs?"
"Well, they are our jobs, sir. Don't you want us to do them?"
"No! All of you, stop what you're doing!" Spike nodded and all the goblins stopped in their tracks. "Now, play around and abuse each other like normal!" Spike turned to Grady and slugged him while laughing. Pintop smacked Spike with the mop in her hands. But they would occasionally stop and stare at Jareth, who would nod them to continue on. He sat in his throne, cape thrown over one arm of it. He watched them suspiciously. He felt something weird in his castle, and the fact that his goblins were reluctant to have fun had Jareth on edge.
With a final slap, Jareth stood up and glared at each goblin. "What do you think you are doing? Get back to work before I send you all to the forest beyond the Goblin City!" he sent tremors through the room and then stormed out before the goblins could say anything. Chuckling to himself, he almost didn't hear the whispered voices that resounded in his throne room when he left.
"Do you think he knows?" Pintop asked.
"'Course he does! Didn't you see him watching us a bit closely?" Spike stated.
"Someone ought to tell Tippy! If he's onto us, she'll know how to settle his nerves. I really don't think he knows anything," Grady explained. That had Jareth turning on his heels and striding into the room.
"You fools!" Jareth prodded. If he let them knew that he'd heard, he would never find out what was actually happening. "You got dirty water on my cape. Send it to be washed Pintop!" he threw the garment at the shocked tiny greasy dark-haired goblin.
Sarah knew that she had offended the Goblin King when she shot him down. She neither meant to offend nor anger him, but it seemed that she had done both thoroughly. Her feelings jumbled inside her like tangled yarn, each string connected to another and tugged all at once with just a pull. She felt a connection to Jareth that she never could feel with any of her old boyfriends, a connection so pure and instinctive. Sarah let out a heavy breath and shifted just a smidgen to the side. Oh fuck! He's going to notice! He told me to keep still and now I've gone and ruined even the most simplest of his orders. Shit, shit, shit!
"Why do I fear him? He's nothing but a big bully," she spoke to herself aloud.
"Because you crave my compliments and approval, love." Sarah almost jumped ten feet high at the sound of Jareth's electric voice. "Whether or not you've accepted it, you have feelings for me, and you cannot just thrust them away. I see you've moved, Sarah. How wonderful!"
Sarah's nakedness consumed her, and she could not ignore that he stared at her hungrily as if she were a rump roast with apple slices baked into the marinade. "Please, Sir! I didn't mean to!" she pleaded with him.
"Nevertheless, you moved and now you shall find your punishment quite repentant. Come, precious." He walked toward the St. Andrew's cross and waited for her. Shakily, she moved from the bed to his side, head down and tears streaming down her face.
"You are a horrible person, Jareth. An awful king. I wouldn't be surprised if your minions were plotting against you as we speak. You horrid, horrid beast!" all her frustration hit him in stones and boulders, flint to his steel and now she had started the fire within him. He wanted nothing but to see her pretty tight ass turn a rosy red under his hand. And how dare she use his name in this cell! She was just looking to be punished. Damn her quick temper.
"You will pay for that!" he yelled at her, grabbing her wrists and chaining them to the cross. Once the chains were on, he strode over to a chest and opened the drawer, withdrawing a spreader bar from it and more chains. Without a word, he tapped the inside of her calf to signal her to open her legs more. Sarah did, and her beautiful pussy already seemed to be weeping with arousal. Jareth grinned at his little spitfire once her legs were spread and chained to the bottom of the cross. But something was missing, so he rounded it and stared at her front, examining his handiwork. Ah, those perky breasts of hers needed just a bit of décor. He rummaged through the drawer next to the bed and found nipple clamps connected with a long chain. Twirling one nipple to a tight bud, he clamped it and then teased the other, repeating the process. The chain, however went around her back rather than in front. By this point, she was gyrating her hips against the cross, hoping to find some friction. Which brought another idea to Jareth's mind. He wanted to fill her, but what to use? Walking over to a shelf, he looked for the perfect vibrator. Once he had chosen, he finally began, not even having to use lube to slide it into her hot wet sheath. He turned it on the lowest speed, grabbed hold of the chain connected to the clamps, tugged it, and then he slapped her bottom. The resounding SMACK filled the cell. Sarah whimpered and yelped in both pain and pleasure as blow after blow landed on her ass, and pull after pull had her nipples hardening and sending flames to her pussy. The low speed only made her want to come even more.
"Please! I didn't mean to!" she paused between each breath, crying in frustration. "I-YOWCH!" Jareth's hand landed harder on her bum, sending sizzles to her engorged clit. "Ah! Stop! I can't take it!" More and more, he didn't let up. "Master!"
"That's damn right! You will address me properly! You will not insult me in my own castle! What if one of my goblins had heard your insolence? They'd have expected me to kill you," he huffed, bumping up the speed on the vibrator. "And do you know what?"
She yelped at the adjustment.
"I would have to go through with it! Because apparently my goblins are planning something, and I need them to trust me again! You would be an example to them of what happens to all who cross me." He yanked the chain and she squealed more. "Do you like that, my little whore? That's all you want to be to me, right? My whore? Not my queen? Fine, I'll treat you like a fucking whore!" In one smooth motion, he replaced the vibrator with his cock and pounded into her. Her body needed to catch up, but before it could do that he had already came. Releasing her from her bonds, he caught her as she began to slide down to the floor. Her tears flowed freely and fluently, falling onto her pale naked skin. He hadn't hurt her physically, but verbally she was completely wounded.
"I'm so," she sniffed, "sorry, Master. Please forgive me?"
"Why should I?" Jareth asked, laying her on the bed.
"Because I don't want to be a whore. I love you. I always have. I was just too scared to admit it to myself."
"I thought you said that I was a horrible person?"
"You can be, but that is only one of your traits. You can also be caring. Two minutes ago, you could've let me collapse. Instead, you caught me. Why did you do that?"
"Because I love you, precious. I don't like to hurt you. I just want to control you, and in return give you what you want. Love. To be controlled. Me."
"Oh! I want all that and so much more, Master. Please, if you'll still have me, I want to be your wife. Allow me to be your queen?"
"Dearest Sarah, I thought you'd never ask." All went according to plan, he thought.
