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Chapter 5:
Tick tock. The clock chanted methodically as Jareth paced back and forth across the length of his study. He was furious at Sarah and Layne, but mostly he was angry with himself. He had wanted Sarah to suffer, and when the time came for her pain, he could not enjoy it. He had planned this. Her demise and his victory was supposedly inevitable, but right now her stubbornness and injuries might convince him to forfeit the game to a later date. Sarah was an adult, but the mentality she put towards the labyrinth was still simple and childish. Her innocence would be her greatest enemy.
Layne knocked hesitantly at the study door. He had led the girl into the oubliette of madness in an attempt to brighten his king's mood. Perhaps he would forget about the girl and spare his most favored servant a bit of affection.
"My king? May I enter? I have an important update to the lady's condition..." Layne stated quietly as he slowly entered the room. Layne glanced around the room hesitantly in fear of his king's rage.
"What is it Layne?" Jareth's cold voice said in a tone that depicted his disdain for an interruption in his thoughts.
Layne tilted his head back and looked towards the ceiling at his king's eyes. Timidly he looked down before speaking. Suddenly wishing he had not pointed Sarah in the wrong direction.
"The lady, Sarah, has fallen into the oubliette of madness sire." Layne stated emotionlessly. Emotion would show guilt and guilt would make him a suspect.
Jareth's eyes narrowed into slits before he began pacing again. After several laps he walked down the wall and stood before Layne.
"And of all the ways out of my room...how did she manage to pick the worst?" Jareth questioned out loud. More to himself than to Layne, but Layne momentarily did not pick up on this fact and began to answer.
"It looks like a door while the other exits are more mirror like-"Layne announced.
SMACK! Layne knelt down before his king holding his cheek and trying to still his tears and whimpers. It had been years since the king had done anything of this nature to him.
"Forgive me sire. I meant nothing of it..." Layne pleaded as Jareth pulled him up to look him in the eye. "Please sire...don't hurt me..please.."
Jareth smiled innocently as he cradled Layne's cheek in his gloved hand. "Forgive me, Layne. There, there. See look...you're as good as new." Jareth's innocent smile became twisted and his canine teeth seemed to glisten in the lighting of the study.
Layne shivered and averted his eyes. Jareth would not let him. He tilted Layne's head up until he was staring into his eyes. Layne's eyes overflowed with tears and he could not hold back his whimpers as the king bent down to place a soft kiss on his forehead. Layne's whimpers turned to sobs as the king grabbed his hand and placed it on his arousal.
"Forgive me my king? Please-"Layne started but was silenced as Jareth crushed his lips cruelly into him. Whispers echoed in Layne's mind as he fought to keep his breathing in check. The king could not be rewarding him for assisting in the girl's downfall? This was a trick. A distraction. Nothing is ever as it seems. Layne was going to be punished, but a kiss was far from hurting him.
The king drew back and pushed Layne into a nearby desk. Layne grunted softly from the impact, but refused to voice his pain. "Sire?" Layne whispered as he watched the king's clothes magically disappear. He noticed the king was highly aroused and tried to hide his appreciation at the king's figure.
"Layne? You see what this girl has done to me? Yes, of course you can see. I want you to perform a small task for me..ttake off your clothes," Jareth whispered as he casually walked up and leaned against the desk.
Layne's eyes widened in realization and obeyed fearful of what not obeying could bring. He took off one tattered shoe, then a worn stocking, before moving to repeat this on his other side.
Jareth growled impatiently and snapped his fingers, making all of Layne's clothes vanish. "There we go. Now get comfortable, Layne. I believe this could take a while..." Jareth mumbled more to himself than to Layne as he moved towards Layne.
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Jareth pushed Layne more onto the desk and began to kiss the side of his neck. Layne timidly reached up to touch Jareth. Jareth grabbed Layne's hands and huskily whispered into his ear," Your task is yet to come..."
Jareth laid Layne onto his back then began to kiss and bite down his stomach. He took his time playing with Layne's nipples and bellybutton. After assuring himself that Layne was in a cooperating mood, Jareth picked Layne's legs up and placed them onto his shoulders. Then Jareth entered Layne and began a rapid rhythm.
Layne, having been deeply aroused by the king's earlier ministrations, did not suspect that the king's plan was to do him anally. This was nothing new to Layne because in his home in the Aboveground, it was quite common for eunuchs to be used this way. However, Layne never suspected the king to act on this at this moment. He loved his king in a way not fitting his social class and to have the king make love to him was a very emotional moment for him.
Jareth picked up on Layne's readiness to please and pulled out all the way and turned Layne over onto his back. The he began to pound into Layne again. Much harder and faster this time. Layne no longer took pleasure in this and tried to pull himself away, but the king was much stronger. He bit and pushed against Layne to move him how he wanted him.
After a few minutes of this and getting no closer to release, Jareth pulled out again and took a step away from Layne. Layne was whimpering and his butt, lower back, and shoulders were badly bruised and bleeding in some places. He looked over his shoulder at his king hoping that his "task" was over.
"Layne kneel before me," Jareth whispered harshly. Layne did as he was told in fear of further abuse. Jareth took advantage of this and forced his way into Layne's mouth. He was determined to find release in one way or another. What better way than hurting a servant that had taken it upon themselves to do his job.
Outside the study, servants are running around the castle cleaning and readying the castle for their king. A short stout woman is seen washing the floor with a brush and a bucket of soapy water. She pauses in her cleaning to move a stray strand of reddish brown hair out of her face. She hears a scream echoing from the study room. She looks in the direction of the door for an instant, before again resuming her cleaning. Screaming was a common thing in the castle nowadays. The king was known for having sudden switches in moods and taking it out on the nearest servant. She herself still had a slight bruise on her forearm from daring cross his path on a bad day.
Suddenly the door opened and Jareth walked briskly out towards the direction of one of the servant girl.
"Akala, see that Layne is given a bit of healing and sent to the bedroom nearest mine," Jareth said as he walked by the servant girl kneeling to clean the floor," and see that all matters concerning me are postponed until further notice."
Akala nodded and whispered a quiet," Yes, your highness." She rose slightly, keeping her head down as she curtsied and backed away towards the study. Before she could reach the doorway, however, Jareth called her name once more.
"Akala? Do be a dear and make certain others are unaware of this happening?" Jareth demanded as he walked towards the illusionary doorway that led to his bedchambers.
Akala made a slight whimper at this and quickly entered the study to see what kind of damage had been done. She saw Layne's still form sprawled halfway over a desk in the center of the study. His back had bruises and teeth marks scattered across it. His head lay sideways, with his mouth parted slightly and his eyes glazed over. His breathing was quick and raspy, as if he just finished a marathon.
His hands were gripping the edges of the desk. He tried to lift his head as Akala entered the study.
Akala gasped at the sight that met her eyes. She had know the king could be cruel, but had never seen cruelty such as this. He had forced himself onto another. He had never done this before. What could have come over him was her last thought before her face became emotionless and she began to tend to Layne.
Layne began to laugh hysterically as soon as she touched him. "I should not have dared," he managed between coughs of laughter," I should never have dared..." Layne passed out from exhaustion after this exclamation.
Shocked, Akala continued to tend Layne, before summoning other servants to help her move Layne to the required bedroom. He would need to rest for a while before he would be able to return to his tasks. The other servants were sworn to speak of nothing they saw on penalty of a beating or worse.
Meanwhile, Jareth was strolling into his bedroom. As soon as he entered into the room his clothing reappeared on his body. He immediately sat down on his bed and began to sniff Sarah's stained clothing. He groaned inwardly at himself for being so blind to Layne's good intentions. No one who entered the oubliette of madness ever returned the same. Insanity was the only escape, and false attempts of madness only made matters worse.
Angered by Sarah's innocent trust and stupidity, he threw the clothes onto the floor and began to pace. He could let her go mad in the oubliette. He would obviously win and be rid of the girl once and for all. He could still have the girl. Insanity does not ruin stamina or physique. However, the fighting spirit he adored about her would be gone forever. That thought in itself was enough to convince Jareth to go after the girl. A shell of a lover would be no good to one such as him.
So...what do you think? All comments and opinions are welcome. I know it's not what's usually expected and I'm hanging onto that R rating by the skin of my shin, but this was necessary to the overall plot. Without it the fic may not reach it full potential. Adieu for now...