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Chapter 6; Run away baby

Sarah had no idea where she was going, whilst yes she had been in the Castle before, it looked nothing like she remembered. Earlier when transported to the dusty thrown room it looked as it had when she first entered, but from the ballroom to the halls she now ran down it was like a completely different castle. There was no cobwebs, no dust or chicken feathers only cold marble floors, huge portraits on the walls and beautiful statues.

"Think Sarah, think" she said allowed halting to take in her surroundings, there were doors everywhere but no telling as to where they would lead. She didn't even know whether the ballroom had been close to a castle exit. Looking all around her eyes fell to a huge doorway, its appearance more promising as an exit than any of the other doors. She ran towards it, noting how heavy it looked she leant with all her might managing just to open it and fled quickly out into a courtyard. She was outside the castle, but certainly not in the Goblin city as she had hoped. This was a garden, lit only by floating crystals that hang in the air casting obscure shadows on the grounds.

"Maybe there's an exit from here that will lead me well away from the castle" she muttered, watching every step she took. She was barefoot and knew the Labyrinth held dangers she would be foolish to presume she was safe even in the castle grounds.

"You! Girl! Get offs that path" Sarah knew that voice anywhere and hope washed through her, turning there she saw him, her old friend; Hoggle.

"Thank god, Hoggle!" She exclaimed, the dwarfs usually furrowed expressed lit up in shock. "Sarah? What's you doin' here? You gots to get out!" Sarah seemed puzzled, did he not know Jareth was plotting? Didn't they all know half of his schemes?

"I am trying, can you point me to the exit?"

"Exit? Sarah, you shouldn't'st' of come 'ere" Her friend looked truly terrified, running as quickly as his little legs could, he ran to Sarah, taking her hand to take her off of the path she had been following. He led her to a flower bed where he pulled her down to speak with her.

"This Garden, its used fer… err matin'" Hoggle seemed embarrassed upon trying to explain himself, he went on to explain at full moon the garden lit with Crystals and when two souls entered, new life would spring into the garden and was considered lucky for a mating couple trying to create new life. Sarah was horrified, who would create something like this?

"What do I do? If I stay here I face the possibility of an unwanted randevu, but if I go back he will catch me. Surely there is somewhere for me to go, I only have till the thirteenth hour Hoggle!" she exclaimed, her panic evident to her friend. He felt a guilt, he was unable to help her, his soul had been bound to the gardens, whilst he could transport to any garden he was unable to leave the castle grounds. Then it hit him.

"Sarah, I can takes yer to a garden, outs front. But that's best as I can do" Sarah nodded smiling at her friend, she was so grateful she knew he was risking his own neck in helping her and she swore she would return the favour.

"Grabs one of thems'" Hoggle pointed to the orbs floating above their heads, Sarah obliged, pulling it down, once Hoggle placed his hand on the orb he took them to the garden that decorated the front of the castle. From there you could hear laughter and music from inside the castle.

"Thank you Hoggle, I promise to repay you somehow. Please can you tell me what time it is?"

"Twas nothin' Sarah. It's the 12th hour" Sarah nodded, hugging her friend Goodbye, she had but an hour to get as far away from Jareth as possible before he enacted whatever evil scheme he had planned all along. He is Fae, so what did she expect? She should have known better and now she was paying the price.

Sarah quietly crept through the Goblin City, it was dark and she could hear the loud snores of all the small creatures in their huts. She knew she didn't want to raise their suspicions, whilst virtually harmless she had needed her companions to help her last time, she couldn't imagine what might happen if she went up against the Goblin army alone a second time.

After managing to find her way through Sarah spotted the gate, she almost jumped for joy to see it had been clumsily left open by a drunken guard who was collapsed on the floor snoring loudly muttering incoherently about something. Slowly she stepped over the guard, turning on her side she squeezed through the gap and couldn't stop herself from jumping up in the air to celebrate her victory. Taking a few steps back she looked toward the castle "So long Goblin King" she whispered smiling wistfully.

"So long? But Sarah, the fun is just about to begin!"

And there he was, The Goblin King and held in his hand by the scruff of his neck was Hoggle. "I sorry Sarah" Sarah couldn't believe it. He had ratted her out.

"Now, precious, what am I going to do with you?" He pondered eyeing her up in disgust. Her dress was covered in dust and mud, gone was any trace of the elegance from the ballroom. He was not happy to see she had managed to get out front and through the Goblin City unsighted.

"You see Sarah, Hoggle might be your friend but he is also MY servant. If he had disobeyed me, his own little family would have suffered when I found out. For being a good servant Hoggle, you are permitted to one week with your loved ones" Hoggle's eyes spoke of guilt as he thanked his king before he vanished from sight.

"But you, if you'd have stayed in the Garden I would not be so furious-"

"I wouldn't mate with you even if my life depended on it" Sarah snarled interrupting the King. She was treading down a dangerous path and although she knew it, she refused to care.

"I would not challenge me Sarah, tonight I will come into all my power, tonight I will select my mate and tonight will mark your new life by my side for eternity" His voice was loud and aggressive, completely opposite to how calm he had been in the throne room. Sarah realised now it was all an act, she should never have trusted the Goblin King.

"And if I refuse?" now she was challenging him purposely, she would not be intimidated by his status or power, he may have a kingdom, an army and magic but she had always told him her will was as strong as his own, so long as she believed herself equal, he could not take that from her.

"You will not have a choice." His voice hissed as he closed the distance between them in a few strides, Sarah tensed refusing to flinch, men like him wanted power and thrived off reaction and she would not give him such satisfaction.

"I would have preferred to have done this the easy way, but now we have forty minutes and you decided to be rude and ask to leave after our dance. If you had only spoken nicely to me Sarah we would not have this issue, it looks like I am going to have to make this next process very quick, if you fight me, this will be particularly unpleasant for you" confused by what he was saying Sarah attempted to speak, but before she could Jareth waved his hand in the air surrounding them in mist made from magic obscuring her vision.

When the mist cleared Sarah found herself bound in chains, completely stripped of all her clothing and covered by a white rag which resembled the likes of an oversized t-shirt, the room she was in she did not recognise but it was dark, cold and damp.

"You are filthy, Miss Williams" she heard his voice but could not see him, she could hear the tell tale clicking of footsteps behind her and she knew he was close, she didn't have time to protest her chains as a cold gush of water fell down on her soaking her through causing her to scream. "FUCK YOU" she shouted as the water stopped falling, leaving the rag clinging to her body dripping onto the cold cobbled floor beneath her.

"I do not appreciate your aboveground curses, Miss Williams. I was merely cleaning you. If you apologise I shall dry you immediately" He warned, his voice calming asserting him from behind her. "Go to hell, Jareth" she cursed once more as her teeth chattered. "You were warned" more water fell onto her, it was even colder than before and she screamed as the water burned her skin. It felt as though shards of ice were penetrating her skin, she began to cough and splutter struggling to breathe under the sheer force of the water. Once more he stopped the water "Apologise, Now." This time it was an order. He was testing her obedience, proving his power and dominance, sadly it was working.

"I'm s-sorry j-jareth" she shivered her words, the cold numbing her face limiting her ability to speak. "See now that wasn't so hard, was it Sarah?" he drawled. Patronising cunt she thought to herself. "Wha-what d-do you w-want Jareth?" she asked getting to the point. She wanted to be dry, she wanted to stop this chill, but mostly she wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

He began to step towards her, Sarah couldn't help but flinch as his footsteps drew nearer to her, earlier she had sort comfort in him, now she wished him death. She wished she had never met the Goblin King. She felt him press against her, his warmth made it hard for her not to edge back towards him, she was so cold. Upon pressing against him she noticed how hard his front felt, how smooth it felt and that's when she realised, he wasn't dressed. Sarah began trembling for a very different reason, she was chained and completely at his mercy.

"Would you like me to warm you up, Sarah?" his tone was so kind, almost innocent. But he wasn't deceiving her. Not that he cared, she would give in one way or another. All she could do was nod, she would not verbally give him permission to touch her, she had asked for his help but she had not asked for this.

"Oh you precious thing, how long it has been. I have longed for your submission, I have longed to see you so vulnerable…" as Jareth taunted her with his words, he tore away the rag. "I have dreamt of the perfect setting, but your defiance has led it to this…" Jareth snaked his arms around Sarah's waist pulling her tightly against him so she could feel his erection against her back. She couldn't stop the gasp escaping her nor stop herself enjoying his warmth. Jareth began to gyrate his hips so his member would stroke from her bottom up her back, the friction alighting more warmth as well as the fire inside of Sarah. Her want began to stir and she was foolishly trying to calm herself. "What a beautiful Queen you will become Sarah, all it takes is for us to bond this night. You want my touch don't you, Sarah?" Jareth's lips began to suckle and kiss at her neck, the warmth combatting the cold of the water her hair was dripping down her. She nodded her response, it was so wrong but she wanted him. "Oh no Miss Williams, I want you to admit it" it scolded before biting down hard on her neck.

"FUCK! JARETH, YES!" she couldn't help herself, his bite elicited a response from her body she hadn't prepared for. Sarah felt her a warm moisture between her legs, she was ashamed of how easily he had affected her. His chuckling brought her back to reality, he had removed an arm from her waist to position his member between her legs, moaning as he felt her warmth. "You most certainly are very dirty, Miss Williams" his voice was breathless. His hips began to gyrate once more, coating himself with her juices, tormenting them both further. Sarah's legs grew weak, she wasn't supposed to be enjoying this but her arousal was clear as day. Her nipples had peaked in the cold but had only hardened from his touch, her entrance was awaiting his assault, but her mind remained guarded, she had to stop this. Why can't I pull myself together?!

"Tell me you want this Sarah, bond with me, let me drive you to the edge, I can give you everything you desire" he promised as his tip slightly entered her, it was not enough to gain her consent but enough to make her mewl. She craved more. Do not give in to him.

"Every night I can make you feel this good, whenever you call for me I will be there, just say yes, give in to your desires Sarah" sliding his tip in and out of her entrance Jareth's hand travelled down to her clit and begun its slow torture. He was running out of time as well as restraint. He did not want to force his way in, he wanted her submission. Running his tongue along her neck, he bit down on her jugular causing her to cry out. "P-please" she whispered, she couldn't hold up against him, she needed this. "Say your right words Sarah, and you shall have it" he whispered, before biting down on her earlobe.

"Yes Jareth… I consent… please…" That was all he needed to her, tightening his grip around her waist Jareth plunged into her biting down hard on her shoulder as he did so, they gasped together as two became one. The suspense had driven them both to madness, whilst he had planned to be gentle, Jareth's carnal needs took over as he thrust into her over and over from behind. Sarah moved as much as she could to meet his every assault as he took her, their moans echoed into the darkness of the room. Their Bonding was heard throughout the castle.