Goblins squawked and scattered as Jareth materialised in his throne room. With him was the chained figure of a cowering girl. The champion of the Labyrinth.
"Behold." Called Jareth. "The Labyrinth is once more whole. I have avenged her and brought the criminal back for punishment."
The goblins whooped and cackled, chasing chickens and exploding in their excitement.
"SILENCE." Thundered Jareth. Into the ensuing silence his voice echoed ominously. "Prepare the tower. It will be needed tonight." With a great deal of noise the goblins left the room. Finally Jareth and Sarah were left alone. Jareth raised a hand and an elaborate hair piece appeared between his gloved fingers. He manipulated Sarah until she was standing with her back to him. Carefully, he began to tie back her hair, fingers brushing over her temples, breath ghosting on her neck.
Sarah shivered. Having Jareth so near did amazing things inside her. She could almost feel her stomach flip over and her womb clench in anticipation. She realised in that moment that she adored Jareth with every pore of her being, whatever he had in store for her. And then his hands and his breath were gone from her skin.
"There's a scrubbing brush and a bucket in the corner. Clean this room. Go."
Sarah stared at him in dismay. She had hoped he would at least give her a small amount of time to settle in and become accustomed to her new surroundings. The room was filthy. Chicken droppings and grime covered the floor. The look in his eye cowed her protest however, and instead she lowered her eyes and said meekly-
"May I at least have some clothes, Your Majesty?"
Jareth's eyes flickered slowly down her near naked body, drinking it in. His eyes rested on her now full breasts, and he wished they weren't held so firmly from his view. She blushed under his firm gaze. He smiled at her obvious discomfort. "No." He stated flatly. Striding to her he spun her round and landed a stinging slap from his gloved hand across her bum. "Go now." He growled. "Before I change my mind. You're already overdressed."
Eyes watering, but with the heat from the slap inexplicably travelling to her stomach, running down to pool between her legs, Sarah began her task.
Jareth lounged on his throne, enjoying the sight of Sarah on her hands and knees, pert arse, barely covered by her skimpy boxers, in the air as she worked. Jareth watched and considered the possibilities. He decided on what tomorrow's task would be. The same as today, but with a twist, he decided. Let's push Sarah a bit, today was a bit too easy, he decided. He watched her arse jiggle in time with her scrubbing, hand drifting lazily to his crotch, squeezing himself through the material of his outrageously tight trousers. A thin film of sweat grew on Sarah's chest.
At last, and it seemed after an eternity to Sarah, although she had barely completed half the room, Jareth stood and beckoned her over. He ran a gloved finger down her chest, dipping between her breasts to where the sweat had gathered most. Sarah gasped and her eyes flickered shut. Jareth laughed coldly at her reaction. Watching her closely all the time, he raised his finger to his mouth, tasting her sweat. Again Sarah felt the heat beginning to pool between her legs. Jareth smiled again, giving Sarah the impression that he knew exactly the effect he was having on her.
He reached out a hand and the gold handcuffs appeared again. "It's time to go to tower now Sarah," he stated, wrapping the cold metal round her wrists. He indicated that she should follow him out of the throne room into a small antechamber. In the middle of the floor was a circular disk, perhaps two and a half feet in diameter. Jareth stepped onto it.
"Step on here, put your hands round my neck to steady yourself, and hold on tight." Sarah hesitated a moment as she realised that in order for them both to fit on the platform she would have to press every inch of herself up against him. It was not that she did not want to be close to him, she loved his smell and the auror of magic that he emitted, but she did not want him to be able to feel her like that. She had never had a proper boyfriend, and she was scared of what Jareth might do. His next look however, was so forceful that it forced her to obey. Grudgingly she stepped on to the disk, lifting her cuffed hands and placing them round his neck at the same time as trying to hold her body away from him, to maintain some sense of decency.
Jareth smiled and slid his arm round her waist, running his hands downwards until he grasped her bum, forcing the centres of their bodies together. Sarah gasped when she felt his package push against her, she did not know much about the matter but she was sure that he was not human sized down there. Jareth brought his lips to her ear.
"You seem to be becoming reluctant and disobedient already. When you return to the throne room to complete your task tomorrow, we will have to see that the disobedience does not continue." Jareth's breath tickled her ear. Sarah shuddered at his words, knowing that she should feel scared, but instead wanting to press even closer against Jareth. Forcefully, she held herself back. She would not give him the satisfaction. Not yet anyway.
The disk juddered and began to rise, carrying them up through the castle to the tallest tower. Sarah clung to Jareth, keeping her eyes fixed on his face lest she should look down and faint. They were carried up and up, through many different and ornate rooms, whose floors seemed to shift effortlessly to allow them through. After what seemed like hours, they arrived.
As the hole in floor through which they arrived sealed itself, Sarah had a chance to look around her. The tower room looked something like an old fashioned torture chamber, although none of the instruments quite matched up with those depicted in her school history book. Facing a comfortable looking armchair was a large, flat, metal board, angled at forty five degrees from the ground. There were chains in each corner, the bottom two with foot rests, the top two with metal bar handles. High wooden cupboards adorned the walls, and Sarah shuddered to think what they might hold. Jareth turned to her.
"You are tired?" Sarah nodded her head. Her muscles were aching from the time she had spent scrubbing the floor in the throne room. "And you need a wash." This time it was a statement, but Sarah nodded anyway, she was sticky from the sweat that had collected during her exertions. Jareth clapped his hands and two goblins appeared carrying an old fashioned metal bath tub, which they proceeded to fill with warm water. Jareth settled himself in the armchair, crossed one ankle across his lap and looked pointedly at her. Sarah did not move.
"Well," Jareth raised one eyebrow, "there is your bath."
"But...but," Sarah spluttered.
"Oh forgive me, your handcuffs." In one smooth motion Jareth rose and, crossing to where she stood, removed the cuffs. Having done so he settled himself back in the chair. Sarah seemed to be considering something.
"Could you at least turn your back?" she queried hopefully.
"No." Was his simple response. "I must demonstrate my power over you."
Sarah gritted her teeth. She hated, not him, but the old lore that meant that neither she nor Jareth had much choice in this matter. Reluctantly Sarah turned her back to Jareth and started to unclip her sports bra. She may have to do this, but she didn't have to do it willingly, nor did she have to look at him, or make it easy. She would not give him that satisfaction. She decided that the best course of action would be to mechanically obey him, thus perhaps avoiding worse ordeals later on. She let the bra fall to the ground and covered her chest with one arm, using the other hand to help push her boxers down her legs, kicking them off. She heard Jareth sigh as her bum was revealed to him and, despite the immense feeling of embarrassment; she was also a little pleased that he seemed to enjoy the sight. Side stepping over to the bath, she slid in and quickly began to rub herself clean, trying to get it over with as soon as possible.
Jareth did not mind that she had managed to get into the bath without him seeing her front; neither did he mind that the sides of the bath currently blocked her from his view. There would be plenty of time for looking later.
Sarah finished her bath in record time and cast round for a towel with which to dry herself. Jareth saw her look and answered it.
"There are no towels. You can drip dry." He smiled a wolfish smile. "If we spread your limbs, even the trickiest areas can be rid of the bath water. Now, time to get out of your lovely bath."
He stood and crossed over to her, looking down into the bath. Sarah's hands flew to cover herself and, ignoring his outstretched hand, she clambered inelegantly to her feet. Jareth's eyes followed the path of a droplet that coursed down her side, following the V shape her hips made with her stomach, until it disappeared under her hand.
"You will sleep in here tonight. On the board. I can't risk you running off before the council have inspected you. You will not have night dress." Jareth looked her in the eye, but she couldn't meet his gaze. So he was going to see her after all. She had wondered why he had not complained when she had kept herself from his view previously. He reached out and took hold of her hands, prising them away from her body. His gaze seemed to darken as he stared at her naked form. He licked his lips.
"My, Sarah," his voice sounded a little choked, "you've certainly changed since we last met." He sounded pleased and impressed, as though he approved of what he saw. With an effort he pulled his eyes back up to her face. "Now, let me help you onto the board. You will not be terribly comfortable I'm afraid, but do try to rest; you have a lot more cleaning to do tomorrow. And do mind that you do better than today."
So saying he put his arms round her, lifting her slightly off the ground. Holding her in one arm he raised her hand to the handle, clipping the chains shut round her wrist. He raised her other arm and clipped it in too. Involuntarily, Sarah crossed her legs, reluctant to open them in front of her. Jareth did not comment. He merely stepped back, allowing her to hang from her spread arms until she could no longer hold her weight herself and sought the foot rests on her own. Jareth clipped her legs onto the board. Sarah was now completely spread-eagled, half lying down, and completely naked. She felt incredibly vulnerable, and could not meet Jareth's eye. Jareth stepped back and looked at her appraisingly.
"My, Sarah. There's a sight to tempt any man. Do not fear however. I would not have full carnal knowledge of you until our wedding night."
Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. At least her first time would be in a kind, loving environment. Jareth stepped up to her again.
"I need to determine something however. You may find this embarrassing. I know from my crystal you have never been with a man, however..." Jareth tailed off. He went to one of the cupboards and produced a thin metal cylinder with a bulb on the end. Sarah tensed, wondering what was coming next. Jareth sought to reassure her. "Do not be alarmed, this is merely the underground equivalent of a torch. It has a glowing crystal in one end." He showed her by cupping one gloved hand over the end.
Jareth crouched in front of her and looked up. From this position he had a very clear view of her most intimate area. Sarah struggled against her bonds, desperate to close her legs, but the chains had no give in them at all. Jareth stretched up one hand.
"Jareth, please. No." Sarah begged with him, but he silenced her with a glance. As his fingers reached her she felt a surge of warmth spread through her like fire, making her gasp. Her skin flushed red and a heady dizziness over came her. Gently, Jareth further parted her lips and raised the torch like device to illuminate the area more fully. He gazed intently for a few moments.
"Did you participate in gymnastics, or perhaps horse riding as a child?" he queried.
"Yes, I was in the local gym's children's squad for six months." Sarah couldn't understand why he was suddenly so interested.
"Hmm, yes. I ask because although you are a virgin your maiden head – or hymen – has already been broken. That will suit our purposes very well." Jareth was still gazing intently at Sarah.
"What purposes?" Sarah sounded scared again.
"Now, now Sarah. You know I am not permitted to tell you what lies ahead." Again Jareth raised a finger. He brought it down gently on her throbbing clit, pressing before pinching it once between thumb and forefinger. Sarah nearly screamed as waves of pleasure pulsed through her. And then it was over. Jareth straightened and headed for the door.
"Good night my dear," he said as he closed the door behind him. And, taken aback by his abrupt departure, Sarah was left alone with her thoughts.