A/N: Sorry for the hold up! I've been so busy!
WARNING! This chapter contains mature content.
HAUNTED
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"Oh Sarah. Sarah, Sarah, Sarah," he said, throwing his shirt on the floor. "You naughty little wretch. Was that anyway to treat your king?"
"You're not my king!" Sarah screamed forcefully, trying to run away from him. His arm shot out and caught her around the waist. She fought as he pulled her towards him, but she found herself unable to escape his tight grasp. He smiled down at her, his mismatched eyes alive with malice and lust. Sarah shuddered, and fought him harder. He knocked off the tiara, and pulled her hair free of it's weave.
"Stop fighting, wench. You're going to accept me like a good little girl, or I'll be forced to play rough," he sneered, sliding his hand up her back.
"You would, you evil creep! Get your paws off of me!" she yelled, continuing her desperate fighting.
"I warned you not to push me too far, didn't I? I warned you... and now I will teach you your place," he panted, his nimble fingers undoing the buttons on her dress. She reacted, and her knee collided with his groin. He screamed in pain, and released her. Her dress started slipping from her, but she paid no mind as she ran from him. She was nearly to the door when he grabbed her from behind.
"Damn you, you little bitch! What is wrong with you?" he gasped, pulling her gown off of her. He threw her down onto the soft white bed, and pulled her chemise over her head. She screamed, and tried to get away, but he was too fast and strong for her. In another moment, she felt a brief, yet enormous relief as he ripped her corset off. She took several gasping breaths, trying to refill her lungs.
His eyes looked over the young girl beneath him. She was so unbelievably lovely, her skin pale, slightly freckled. Her developing body was still girlish, with just the slightest trace of baby fat lingering on her smooth stomach, which made her look all the more delicious. "You're so beautiful," he rasped out, falling onto her, "and all mine."
She screamed as he placed his mouth to her soft breasts. He bit and suckled hungrily, moaning in satisfaction. Her fists beat at his back, on his shoulders, anywhere she could reach. His nips hurt, and she knew that when he was through, she would be sporting some pretty nasty bruises.
"Sarah, I've been wanting this for so long. Don't fight me anymore, just give over to me," he said, moving his head to nuzzle the arch of her delicate neck. She caught his wild blonde hair in her fists and yanked, but he was obviously too aroused to pay attention to the pain.
"Stop it! Get off of me!" she shrieked, pushing at him, trying to remove him from her.
"Stop? Forget it. You're mine, and I'll do as I please with you!" He snapped, lifting his head and glaring at her.
"Please, your majesty! I'm begging you, let me go!" she screamed. He just laughed cruelly, and fumbled for the opening on his tight trousers. For one terrifying moment, Sarah could feel his hardness on the outside of her panties.
"You'll be doing a lot of begging today, Sarah, and I'll be only too happy to comply," he said calmly, laying on top of her again. "And my name is Jareth. That is what you will call me from now on. I'm not one for formality between husband and wife." He placed his mouth to her soft chest again, trying in vain to calm himself. His member was hard and throbbing, begging to release inside her.
Sarah kept fighting, kicking at his long bare legs. She had to get away, she refused to let him use her like this. She wasn't a toy, she was a living, breathing person with feelings. He growled in annoyance, and lifted his head once more.
"You know Sarah, this will be a lot easier if you just cooperate. What you and I are doing is natural, and inevitable. No need to be afraid, I'll be gentle. This can be pleasure, but you have to be willing."
"No! I'll never give in to you! You'll have to kill me first!" His eyes flashed with what seemed to be amusement.
"You know Sarah, your mother once said the same thing to me. But she came around in the end. They always do," he sneered, "And you're no different. I'll break you, Sarah, it's only a matter of time. And time, my love, is something I have a lot of."
He reached down, and pulled her panties down. She screamed again, and started hitting him, trying to fend off what she knew was about to come. He snarled, caught her hands in one of his, and held her arms above her head. There was no way she was going to escape him this time.
Pain came, sharp and terrible. Her ear shattering scream echoed throughout the castle, shaking dust and glitter from the rafters. She thought she was going to pass out from the pain. She could endure slaps and threats, but this was something different.
"Fight me, Sarah. Go on, wiggle your hips!" he demanded, thrusting into her. She lay still beneath him, and turned her head away from him. He growled at her impertinence, and thrust harder. "Damn you! I told you to move! I bet if I were some weak human boy, you'd be giving me plenty of cream! Do as I say, you little bitch!"
She slowly moved her sore hips, willing to do anything, if it would only make the pain stop. He moaned happily, and held her tightly to him. She shuddered as she felt something burst from him, and into her. Another few moments, and he rolled off of her. She sighed in relief, listening to him huff and pant.
"There, little one, it's done. It wasn't so bad, was it?" He said, looking over at her. He saw the tears in her eyes, and pulled her head to his chest. "I know it hurts now, but I swear that next time will be better. You'll see, just as soon as I'm ready again."
She didn't believe him for a minute. He was a monster, not to be trusted. The sick, twisted freak had enjoyed that! He had liked causing her such pain, and was contemplating doing it again. She hated him, more than she had ever hated him before. How could he do such a horrible thing to her? Was this supposed to be love? Was she wrong to hate him? No, no, no! She mustn't think like that. There was no love in him, no compassion. She meant nothing to him, she was just some thing he wanted to own.
"What do you say, darling? Ready for another round?" he said, climbing back onto her. She opened her mouth to protest, but before she could utter a sound, a shrill little shout came from the next room.
"Your Highness! Your Highness!"
"Damn it all! What is it? I'm busy!" he shouted. A little goblin in full armor came into the room. It looked a bit shocked to see the king in such a position with his new little queen, but spat out it's news.
"Your Highness, there's an intruder in the Labyrinth!"
"You bothered me for that? That Labyrinth takes care of it's own intruders!" he snapped.
"Sire, it's your sister. We tried to capture her, but she froze half the guards, and is still evading us!" the goblin squealed. Jareth's eyes grew wide.
"What!? Why are you standing there for? Get her!" he bellowed, getting up. He pulled his pants back up, and advanced on the tiny creature.
"We're trying to, Your Majesty! But like I said, she and her companion keep evading us!"
"Companion? My mother?"
"No, not Queen Nuala. Another woman, tall, with dark hair. Kinda dirty and skinny." If it she had had the strength, Sarah would have laughed at the horrified look on his face. He was panicking. How had she known?
"Stop them! I want every available goblin in there, searching for them! Do not let them reach the castle!" he barked.
"We're looking, but they seem to have vanished, sire."
"Oh, must I do everything myself?" he snarled, storming out of the room. "Sarah, stay put! I won't be long."
She slowly sat up, wincing in pain. She reached down, and grabbed her chemise off the floor. She stood up, legs wobbling, and slipped it over her head. It only came to about halfway up her thighs, and but she didn't feel like buttoning all the buttons on her gown.
She wondered what all the fuss was about Jareth's sister. Why was her reaching the castle such a bad thing? Why had he freaked out like that?
Somewhere in the castle, she could hear Toby crying. A thought came to her. Maybe if she could find Jareth's sister, she might help her and Toby escape. She ran out of the room, and in to the twisting Escher-esque rotunda of the castle.
"Nothing is as it seems, nothing is as it seems," she muttered to herself, as she tried to follow the sound of Toby's cries. She was in serious pain, but she kept on moving. It was a matter of life or death. This wasn't about her, there was another life on the line.
She ducked through an archway, and found herself looking up a long stairwell. She started climbing. As she got higher, Toby's cries got louder. At the top, she found a door. She pulled it open, and found Toby inside, peering at her from over a circular crib. She ran to him, and scooped him up into her arms. He stopped crying at once, and gave her a big, gummy grin. She cried as she clutched him to her chest. She hoisted him higher, and took off back down the stairs.
She could only hope that Jareth's sister would help them...
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A/N: Sorry for the wait, I've been up to my eyeballs in homework. I hope it was worth the wait. I'll try to update sooner. Next up, we're going to find out just what Karen and Linda have been up to...
Will Sarah and Toby be able to escape, or will Sarah be forced to spend all eternity with her twisted, perverted captor?
Review, please!