AN: Okay! Here's chapter numeros dos! For they who bother to read author's notes anyway. I hope you enjoy my fanfiction and if you're not reading my author's notes I should tell everyone else that I'm making fun of them! Yay for us who read what authors have to say about their fics!

No, okay seriously. There is going to be some dark themes, and Attempted RAPE, for they who can not handle such things sho, sho go away! Oh, and if you are under 17 also go, sho, sho, sho! (Swatting with broom) by the way that broom was sweeping the Waffle House floors, bathroom included mind you, so if I were you I'd get out now! Or, if you are under 17 and don't whine or sue me, then I will stop hitting you with the broom, deal?

Disclaimer: I still own nothing, and am still not trying to make a profit. My head is about to explode with idea's, you have to let me get something out! But if you want to sue me, go ahead, remember the broom? I picked up a dime with it today and you could have that! Cuz... well... the sad truth of the matter is... I have a penny to go with it and that's about it... -

Chapter 2

Sarah suddenly felt dizzy, and the world momentarilly spun uncontrolably around her. She remembered experiencing something like that. When she had been in the Goblin City, coming home that's what she had experienced. So she didn't doubt at all what this ment, she was moving by magic, and so closed her eyes.

Then she felt Jareth's chest moving fast, like he was caughing or something as the dizzy feeling left. So, tentively she opened her eyes, knowing what she was to see, he was chuckling! Low and barely audible laughing, laughing at her doubtlessly. What in god's name was so damn funny? Did he think it funny that he had forever scarred both her father and Karen? Or that as Toby grew up he'd never even know his elder sister, believe her dead when she was but on another side of a mirror? How cruel a game this was, how despisable!

Jareth couldn't help the deep laugh, he had won! Finally, after pinning over this pathetic small woman-child for so long he had won! And what a prize! Far better than a new goblin for his army, oh so much better! The woman that would forever be his, he had finally won her!

He smirked down at her as she looked to him, her eyes showing her extreme displeasure, such a wonderful prize had he won. It was a moment he'd dreamed of, wished for, and put into her dreams so many times before. He wanted to kiss her, truly wanted to and had felt this way so long, he was now within the ability.

So, with no reason not to, he took hold of his Sarah's chin, and brought his lips down upon hers. He could kiss her whenever he wanted now, she was his, his damn it all! He could hardly believe himself the turn, from having nothing from that encounter, to having so much, a woman that would stay by his side forever, the mortal equivalent to a wife for him. Or rather, the closest thing humans had to this, she'd live with him, but not just with him oh no, FOR him, everything she did would be for his benifit. This was the female role in the Underground, always had been.

Jareth was a fae, and one of great strength, the others of his kind amounted to nothing where he was concerned, but the women, they had so little power of their own. No woman had any noticable amount of magic, almost none, in this world it was a danger, to have nothing going for you. The goblins, they had come to Jareth only 400 years ago, begging for protection, and he had given them the labyrinth. Grateful to him they had become nearly his slaves, some of them were more, but generally they either lived in the city, or they lived in his palace attending to his every need.

Women though, had no such abilities, since before time could have been considered, around 20,000 years ago, the Underground had been a completely ungoverned place, monsters running about, killing all that were weak. The fae had come into existence a some 15,000 years ago. When they came they had to protect themselves, monsters ready to drink the blood of these new creatures were lurking in every shadow. Women, with their extreme lack of power, had to obey the men, or risk death. Then women were a prized possession, and should a woman ask a man for protection he'd gladly do so, and keep her as his from then on. They could not ask for protection, and be granted it without becoming the man's property, and any other creature would probably do worse damage to them, rape would be the least of their worries.

Sarah would fall into this place, he would claim she had asked for his protection, and he had granted her that. It was a general rule that you could only protect one female, since there were actually very few of them amoung their kind, as more than one female had been dissatisfied with the way they had lived, and so ran off, and innevitably gotten themselves killed. His Sarah would do no such thing, she'd stay with him, for him, forever.

"You've been caught, little dove," he said to her pulling away but holding her about her waist now. "They say that once you put a dove in its cage it will never truly be free again."

She heard his words but couldn't think them true. This man, this creature from her nightmares, claimed he had caught her, and it was true, she supposed, but there would be an escape, she'd find it. If she had to, she'd escape through her own mirror, she no longer had a place there, not with Jareth probably lurking about ready to grab her at any time, but she'd find some place, some place to call her own in life, in HER world.

"There are rules, dear Sarah that you must learn." he purred, litterally picking her up off her feet and bringing her closer to his face. The movement had frightened her, he could see it in her eyes, "There are many rules, many you will not appreciate, but you must learn and be governed by these laws, as a woman you have no choice."

He walked to his full body mirror and set her down in front of it, and turned her to see it. The mirror was a beautiful thing, one of only about four full length mirrors in the entire underground. Sarah wouldn't know this, but mirrors of this sort were a danger, they always had a double, a double linking to the other world, and this double could let anyone in, any human at all, or any animal that had the misfortune to paw at it. Many humans had in fact come through this very mirror, not a whole lot, not considering he'd had this mirror for 230 years himself, but if a person touched the mirror and said anything, anything at all so long as their voice made a sound they would be pulled into the Undergound. Those who had, he'd end up killing them easilly enough and dispose of their bodies with a quick and easy flick of the wrist.

This particular mirror was an oval slate, with elaborate metal designes, like dark and dreary vines crawling up it's sides. At the top of the mirror were black claws, that grabbed and held the mirror still, and at the bottome it was held up by what looked like demon feet, holding it steady on the ground, and perfectly balanced.

"You see, Sarah, you're attire is unfitting, you aren't to wear such clothes here." He tugged at her shirt, and ran his hands about the waist of her jeans. "No, no, no," he tsked, shaking his head as though dissapointed in a child. "Not these clothes. Your pants would even go so far as to offend any other male that see's them. Though you won't be around many men, since things happen the way I wish for them to."

"But- I-I don't have any other clothes!" Sarah protested, hoping against hope that he wouldn't tell her she had to run about naked. "I don't even know what kind of clothes women wear around here!"

"Woman, women's clothes are quite different than what you are used to, unless a woman is really tall or extremely short they can all wear the exact same thing. Their clothes are only unique in that they are of different colors, you will find yourself clothed in my color, and I am the only one who has this home color." he turned her about to face him again. "Were I not to do this, you would be free for any man to come and simply grab you, not fae men, since this isn't our way, but something much worse."

His eyes narrowed dangerously as he thought of this, "Recently they've escaped down here, humans have been hunting them for so long, and now they've come here, to grab our women, hunt our people, but they've magic equivalent to our own. You called them, I believe, vampires, and men of their kind have lusts that are unsatisfiable. Their women don't last long, die through both exhaustion and through their men's carelessness. They don't need to reproduce that way, so they care not, and simply grab women whenever it is they choose, rape them and change them." he looked at her sharply then, "I will not allow this to happen to you. Many of these kind of clothes will be made for you, and the clothes you are currently wearing," he fisted both of his hands into her shirt, "Will be destroyed. I will not risk you finding them, putting them on, and walking out of here as though you would be safe."

"B-but what of the labyrinth? I wasn't attacked then, why would I be now?" Vampires! Oh gods, they scared her so badly! With the bitting of the neck, fangs peircing the skin, cutting deep and the blood! Brr...

"This world had three days without night, you, my dear Sarah, wished away your brother on one of these days. I am grateful to you for this, otherwise I'd have had to find and kill all of the vampires who tried to grab you up. However, if you are truly frightened of them, and I can see you are, then you will simply wear my color. A woman drabbed in that particular color will be able to walk into one of their dens and come out untouched. They fear me Sarah, as should they."

"I will have these things made for you, for you Sarah, they will fit you perfectly.." he ran his hands over her back, circles that eased her muscles. "A present to you, and one you should be grateful for, you are quite a lot shorter than most women, and so the clothes made only in one size would trip you greatly."

Sarah still had yet to see what these clothes were. What if they were itchy? Not that it mattered, she'd not have to wear them as long as Jareth seemed to think she would. No, she'd escape him, though she knew if she just ran away he'd take her brother into the Underground, so she'd have to persuade him, either or she'd have to make him believe her dead. That would be harder, as he had his crystals, she wasn't sure but she had a guess that through those he could see anything he wanted.

Just then a woman walked into the room, a room she had yet to even look over. However she stopped breathing for a moment. There, walking into the room was a woman, yes a woman much like herself, and she wore a skirt, a long skirt going down to her ankles, but there was one problem. There was no top. The woman, whoever she was, wore nothing on her chest, just her own breast and her long blonde hair covering them slightly.

Sarah said nothing as Jareth stepped away from her. The woman walked up to her and took her arms, spreading them wide, then she took a long thin rope she'd been holding, put one end at her shoulder, then down her body before cutting it about two inches longer. The woman, whoever she was, then took the remaining rope and put it across her shoulders, cutting it again before leaving.

She turned an angry eye onto Jareth, "You can't expect me to wear THAT can you?" oh no, she'd not stand for it! No! What was the woman, stupid? She couldn't take that, no way! The shame the humiliation at having anyone and everyone see her breast unbound like that!

Jareth looked at her face, her astonished face screaming anger and surprise. He laughted then, "No, of course not Sarah, she was only a human slave. Nothing more, I've about four of them living here. They come through my mirror, men do too of course, but I find that male slaves are a lot more... how should I put this? Deffiant, and so I don't keep them around, women learn, it takes some time but they learn."

"And why is it they have to wear that? Why can't they have something covering their chests?" Sarah demmanded, standing suddenly very firm. She found herself very curious about that mirror though, she didn't voice her question however, she felt he'd handed her something that she could use against him, get out of here with. He didn't seem to think anything on saying what he had, but she suspected he hadn't ment to say it at all.

The answers were many, but the two that first jumped into his head were these: One, he enjoyed looking at them, until then he'd had two women running about disguised as Sarah, he knew that neither of them were truly her, but he enjoyed watching them anyway. Two, their work would sometimes become extremely difficult, and they, being humans, would over heat, three of them had died that way, and so he had developed hands free ways of keeping them alive. "I do not wish for them to try and leave my palace," he said, the third reason he'd had. "Without proper clothing they know they are at risk, and so won't attempt to leave."

"But why not something? ANYTHING JARETH!" she said crossing her arms.

"No, Sarah, and it is not your place to try and change things. You will accept all that is without complaint, do you understand this?" he asked stepping forward knowing that it intimidated her. "There are reasons behind everything that is, and these rules never will be changed, never Sarah, for I will live on, beyond any years humans could understand, and as mine, you will live with me. For as long as I live, should even I die there are those who would take over in my place, and they've life long as mine, nothing will change."

Well that was incredibly unfair. Whenever... HOWEVER, she escaped would be indeterminable, but she'd be absolutely sure to bring those women with her. How many women had he said? Four? Four women, and no doubt he'd used them all as whores before. She hated him so much she couldn't see strait when she thought about it.

"Now, as for these clothes of yours, remove them." Jareth said again taking hold of her top. They offended his eyes, he wanted to see her, in his color, in his clothing as soon as possible. "Do not even protest this," he told her firmly, as she was opening her mouth.

"But, I don't have anything yet!" she said anyway, "I don't want to run around naked Jareth!"

"You will do what it is I tell you to, the choice is not yours any longer." he locked his hands around her waist, holding her to him as he had wanted to for so long. His! It was astonishing to him, but she hadn't been broken into his rules yet though, and so he'd have more work to do, before she'd ever truly be his. "Take them off on your own, Sarah, or I will do it for you," he ran his hands all over her back before settling them on her butt. "I think, I'd enjoy that a lot."

What a birthday huh? It had to be her birthday now, as it must be past midnight in her world.

Sarah took a step back, surprized that Jareth even let her step away at all. Then she grabbed the hem of her shirt, but stopped. How could she do that, with him staring at her? "Could you at least look away?" she asked him, stopping momentarilly.

"No." he said simply not hiding the interest in his face. It wasn't at all untrue that he'd seen her naked before, but only in a crystal. Now he had the chance to even go so far as to watch her undress herself. There was no way he'd let that opportunity slip from him.

Fine then, thought Sarah, he could look all he liked. She turned her back to him.

Jareth almost growled when she turned from him. That was not the point, and she damn well knew it.

So, angry Jareth walked up behind her and turned her around to face him. She had apparently anticipated as much so didn't have a surprised look on her face. "You will face me when you remove them, I wish to see you."

"And I wish that you leave me alone, if I have to take my clothes off I want to at least have some delusion of privacy." Sarah stated crossing her arms again and turning so that her side was to him.

"No." he told her grabbing her shoulder and turning her again. "Remove them, now."

"No." she mocked her arms still crossed. "No, nononononononNO!"

Jareth made a deep sound in his throat, it sounded strangely like a growl. "You will remove them, now. I promise you not to ask this again if you refuse to comply."

Was that her insentive? If you don't take of your clothes I'll stop asking? Fine then. She closed her eyes stubbonly. She wasn't going to cry if he stopped asking her.

However she was suddenly surprized to find herself lifted off of her feet. That made her open her eyes a moment before she was thrown partially across the room. At first she had thought to hit a wall, or the floor, but instead she bounced off of something relatively comfortable, and completely unharmed, if only the wind knocked out of her.

Alarmed she sat up quickly, she was on a bed. Oh shit, she hadn't even realized it, she was in his bedroom, on his bed now.

It was, strangely enough, a canopy bed, black all over it, and instead of the usual slightly see through covering it was heavy and looked meant to keep out the entire world once the curtains closed.

She looked at him then, frightened out of her mind, he was going to rape her? After he'd said he wouldn't on her birthday? Would he even care if she mentioned his little promise?

Jareth climbed onto the bed, and straddled her waist. "You've made a mistake, Sarah, you should cooperate in the future." Jareth reached over and pulled closed the curtains, four ropes were pulled out of loose knots to free them, and this encased Sarah in near darkness, if not for a little red light just at the headboard, Sarah assumed this was either a candle, or some kind of magic of his. In either case the dark red glow made Jareth seem intimidating, more so than usual in fact and his eyes seemed to glow all their own, no assistance from anything.

None to gently Jareth grabbed the hem of Sarah's shirt. Sarah moved to struggle but he held his hands onto her hips, holding her down and still. "Stop struggling, do you think it will matter?"

"Stop it Jareth!" she pleaded still trying to wiggle away.

"Be silent as well." he moved his hands again under the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, at first her arms made it difficult, but he ripped a couple of seems and made it easier for him to pull it off her struggling arms.

"Stop your wiggling now." he commanded, a man used to having everything he said heard and obeyed.

"What if I don't want to?" She asked, not stopping at all.

"IF you knew what I wanted, you would stop that wiggling right now." and just as he predicted she stilled beneath him. "Good girl." he told her, though slightly dissapointed but glad enough.

He moved down lower, and began to pull down her pajama pants. She squeeled but didn't move. "Jareth, please don't!" she pleaded putting her hands on his wrist to try and stall him.

"I told you to stop struggling." he warned her again. "I won't have to slap you if you begin to obey right now." his voice was accidic, and if the magical candle of his didn't give off a red light, and instead a white light, he was sure she'd see his lust glowing through his eyes.

Sarah stopped moving and instead chose to whimper and put her hands lifelessly to her sides. "Is this meaning you chose less pain?" She didn't reply just continued to whimper beneath him.

"When I finish, I want you to remain in my bed, do not get out of it, or my room." He removed her pants fully, his lower body tightening in anticipation, "You will not leave because, Sarah, I am intertaining some important guest, if they should happen upon you their own lusts may be invoked, though I doubt they'd do anything, I will take no chances where you are concerned. Do you understand this?"

Sarah nodded, having not really listened at all.

"I won't leave you alone to long, but when I do return your first outfit should be here, I have one that needs only a little bit of hemming before it will be done. It will not fit you but it is better than nothing." he looked at her bra and her underwear, and shook his head amuzed, "Perhaps not, maybe I should let you run around my room naked for a day more?"

"NO!" she responded immediately looking up at him again. "I'll wear whatever it takes!"

"It should do you good then, because it is long enough to trip you if you should try to walk too much. Be warned though, if I see you outside of my room, or even outside of my BED, I will be forced to punish you." Jareth gave her a stern look he was sure looked demonic. "Do you understand?" he asked for the second time.

"Yes."

"Good."

Jareth's muscles tensed beneath his skin as he pulled at the bra. He had seen her remove it herself a couple of times, but he had never seen her breast for himself, he had wanted to see her fully naked himself, in person. Now she was beneath him, and he new that she wouldn't look like his mistresses, though he had copied what he could see of her with magic, he hadn't fully seen her.

Now anxious Jareth didn't bother unhooking the back of it, instead he grabbed the bottom of it, and lifted it up over her head.

He wasn't surprised at all, instead he was quite pleased. Her breast weren't overly large, as they were still developing, but they were round, and he couldn't resist the urge he felt. Jareth grabbed her right breast into his hand, and began kneeding it.

He sat back, and removed her underwear quickly, not looking at her any longer, and grabbing the clothing of hers he had removed, he climbed off of her and out of the bed.

Sarah waited a moment, completely confused and relieved that he had left so abruptly. She had thought he would rape her, had been preparing herself mentally for it, or at least as best one could, which wasn't hardly at all. Then he had began to touch her breast, something that had never happened to her, it had tricked her young body, making her feel as though she were aroused, a tight feeling growing in her belly. Then he had just up and left, leaving her lying there.

She guessed, wasn't sure, but she guessed that was his way of sparring her from rape. For which she was greatly thankful for, or at least, that was what she told herself.

Now though, she was naked. Quickly she grabbed the top cover, moved it to the side, and grabbed a lighter blanket beneath it, and secured it around her shoulders, as her only form of protection as far as clothing was concerned.

"What am I going to do?" she asked no one in particular. "There is nothing I CAN do... By the gods, someone help me."

AN: That was a crappy place for me to leave it. Sorry, truly I am.