As the dawn grew brighter Jareth rose and crossed to stand before his window. He looked out at the Goblin City and, beyond it stretching as far as the eye could see his Labyrinth lay before him. He smiled his thin lipped smile, mismatched eyes noting the flicker of movement as the first of the Goblin Wives began to gather in the square, hoping to be next to receive an unwanted human child. Well, Jareth thought grimly, any person foolish enough to run his Labyrinth today would have to do without the help and encouragement he usually gave. He stretched and crossed to his dresser, removing the box he had examined the night before he vanished from the room.
Sarah was starting to think Jareth had forgotten her. The light had crept all the way up her naked body, blinding her before attaining enough height in the sky so as not to shine directly into her eyes. And still Jareth hadn't returned. Following his abrupt departure of the night before, she began to wonder if she had failed in some way in the reaction she gave to his touching her. What should she have done? How should she have responded? Although part of her wanted him to stay away for good, so that she didn't have to bear the feeling of his eyes as they hungrily devoured her body, the rational part of her maintained that someone would have to see her like this again sometime, even if she was just a skeleton when they did. So it might as well be now rather than later. She cursed Jareth under her breath. How could he leave her like this? She swore loudly.
"Language, my dear." Jareth's smug tones issued from behind her and she craned her head to try and see where he was but she couldn't get the angle.
"Come where I can see you," she demanded. "Or no, even better, let me down from here so that I can come and throttle you."
"That would not seem a prudent course of action on my part," Jareth mused, walking slowly round the board so that she could see him. He was carrying a small wooden box between his gloved fingers. "Did you sleep?" He enquired politely.
"You know damn well that I had an awful night's sleep," Sarah retorted, still moody that he had left her there so long.
"Ah, but I did not enquire as to the nature of your sleep but merely if you had had any. No matter, my question is answered. You slept. Yes....and perhaps you dreamt?" Sarah looked down, avoiding his gaze. Jareth's smile broadened. "Of me? I know I thought of you. Lying here. Wearing...that." Jareth's eyes swept down her body.
"Look," Sarah countered, "if you cared at all you let me down from here. I've been up here for hours and I need the bloody toilet!"
"Ah Sarah, do forgive me." Jareth's voice was smooth and unembarrassed. "Unfortunately I cannot let you down just yet as I need you there for the fitting. However, I'm sure we can manage something."
Jareth looked at her inquisitorially and Sarah was convinced he was about to ask her what it was he needed. Instead however he took a few steps towards her and leant down so that his chest was pressing against hers. In any other situation Sarah felt she would have swooned from his mere closeness, but at present she was too acutely embarrassed to do anything other than screw her eyes shut and hope it was all over soon. Jareth reached round her and pressed one finger between her buttocks, and suddenly all tightness was gone.
"Simple vanishing." Jareth grinned. "You need not be embarrassed, it makes you human, and that makes you wonderful."
Sarah glowered at him.
"And as for the other..." Jareth reached into thin air and grasped a small glass which he pressed up between her thighs. Sarah was so ashamed to have him witness this, but she needed too badly not to go, and who would know when she would get another chance? When she was done Jareth simply wrapped his fingers round the glass, and it was gone.
"And now the fitting," stated Jareth.
"What fitting?" Sarah enquired. She felt that for some reason it sounded ominous.
"You were slow and disobedient yesterday. The Labyrinth and I were displeased. You will pay the price. Today as you finish cleaning the throne room, you will where this." Jareth flipped open the box he had brought with him and drew out an instrument of a dullish metal that Sarah did not recognise. Its main body was a curve, with a slot running from one end to approximately a quarter of the way down on the inside. Just below this was a short protrusion, perhaps about three inches long, and slightly curved. A short distance behind this was a second protrusion, a little shorter and straighter. The outside of the curve was smooth and flat.
"It's made of a Labyrinthian metal," Jareth explained, "as such it is linked to the Labyrinth, and therefore to me. I have some control of it with my mind. Hopefully it should teach you to mind your manners, do as you're told and show proper respect."
Sarah looked at it doubtfully, uncertain what it would do.
"I am going to fit it now," Jareth said, "the process may be a little uncomfortable. And it will involve me touching you. A lot. It will be easier if you are somewhat lubricated. I do not have artificial lubricant here."
Sarah braced herself for what was to come as Jareth slowly removed his gloves. His fingers were long, and very pale due to the lack of sunlight they received. Jareth spun round and leaned down over Sarah. He captured her lips with his, forcing them apart and plunging his tongue into her mouth. His hands caressed Sarah's thighs and she could feel the magic like static in his finger tips. Sarah moaned into his mouth. She had never been kissed like this before and the feeling of being kissed the person she most adored and worshipped, Jareth, King of the Goblins, was simply the hottest thing she could imagine. As his tongue massaged hers she felt his hands creep round to the inside of her thighs and move up. And then his hands were there, one stimulating her throbbing clit and the other pushing gently at her opening. Sarah let out a long, low groan as two of Jareth's magic filled fingers pushed inside her, seeking out that spot that caused her to break the kiss, clench her fists and gasp. No-one had ever made her fell like this before. And suddenly it was over. Jareth withdrew his fingers and stepped back, looking with satisfaction at her pussy, which was now slick with her juices. Sarah blinked and shook her head, trying to refocus.
Jareth stooped to retrieve the device from where it lay on the stone floor. He laid it against Sarah's stomach, demonstrating to her that despite its metallic appearance, it was not cold to the touch. Jareth frowned for a moment in recollection; it had been a long time since he'd applied this. Carefully, he took her hardened clit between thumb and forefinger, causing Sarah to gasp again. He slid it into the opening at the top end of the slot, moving the device down until the first protrusion was roughly level with her opening. Running his fingers along her opening he collected enough of her juice to sufficiently lubricate the second protrusion before pushing the first into her opening. Jareth reached an arm round behind her and gently rubbed down between her buttocks, until he was touching her second, puckered hole. Very gently he shifted the device until the second protrusion was pushing at Sarah's back entrance. Slowly, he inserted it, pushing hard so that both protrusions shifted deeper into Sarah. Sarah felt her internal muscles involuntarily clap round the alien object. The device now fitted snugly within Sarah's pussy lips.
Jareth stepped back and nodded in satisfaction. "How does it feel? He enquired.
"Strange," Sarah gasped, struggling to get used to the invading feeling. "But not uncomfortable." She added as an afterthought.
"We'll see." Was all Jareth said in reply. "Now, would you like to get down?" He queried, a smile playing round his lips.
Sarah could feel her muscles aching after hours of remaining in the same position. She nodded. Carefully, Jareth unclipped one of her wrists, placing her hand on his shoulder so that she could steady herself. He unclipped the other. As he unclipped her ankles Sarah was careful to keep both feet on the steps so that she wouldn't fall. Once she was free Jareth pulled her forward so her back no longer touched the board. The movement caused the device to shift slightly. It tightened on her clit and shifted inside her, causing her to go weak and flop forwards onto Jareth, who deftly caught her. He laughed.
"Yes my dear, it will take some getting used to. But let's not forget that you have a throne room to clean."
Sarah tried to move again, and again the device shifted. Sarah clutched Jareth's shoulders and he laughed even more.
"Hurry up my dear; you have a lot of work to get done." Jareth's voice was starting to sound dangerous. He prised her hands off his shoulders and stepped back, allowing Sarah to slip down to huddle in a heap on the floor. She held still for a few moments, allowing the intense feeling within her, caused by the movement of the device, to dissipate, and concentrated on slowing down her breathing. Each time Sarah tried to clamber to her feet, the movement caused the device to shift and move against her sensitive inner walls, also applying pressure to her clit. Sarah could hardly stand the sensations they were so intense. She had never experienced feelings like these before, as Jareth had well known when he had decided to use the device on her, and she had no idea how to deal with them. Furthermore, it was clear that Jareth was quickly becoming impatient of her inability to do anything than sit still and quiver. The next time Sarah attempted to get to her feet and fell again as the feelings over came her, Jareth shut his eyes and pain shot through Sarah, causing her already flowing juices to run harder. She had been electrocuted, up there inside her by the first protrusion that sat snugly in her vagina. Sarah rolled on to her hands and knees panting.
"Get up, now," Jareth commanded. "I don't want to have to do that again." Leaning down he slipped an arm round her waist and hauled her to her feet. The device shifted and Sarah cried out, but Jareth held her firm. Sarah's knees were shaking so badly that she had to hang on to Jareth to keep from falling down again, but at least she was now on her feet. "Come, we go to the throne room."
The sensation of walking with device inside her was almost too much to bear, but Jareth held her firmly, forcing her to keep close to his side. Once, Sarah had nearly stumbled and the first protrusion had withdrawn slightly, before slamming in so hard and far that it hit her cervix at the bottom of her womb, causing her to double over in pain. Jareth's pace was relentless as he led her down through the castle, not taking the lift disk of the previous night. They met nobody, and in a brief lucid moment Sarah decided that this was probably due to Jareth's jealousy. He would not want others to see her naked, especially not in this quivering state resulting from stimulation without release.
Jareth pressed the quivering, naked girl to his side as he manhandled her through the castle. Her nipples were taught and the inside of her thighs were gleaming with juices. Jareth new that with each step the device shifted, stimulating nerves that Sarah had never even knew existed, invading spaces Sarah had never thought would be invaded in such a way. The thought that it was him causing her to be this way turned him on so much that he was glad Sarah could not register his own condition of readiness, and thankful that his magic could help him conceal it from her. He glanced down at the girl he held to his side, noting the way her sweat damp breasts swayed and the look that mixed pleasure with pain plastered across her face. But he would not let her come. Her first orgasm was to be brought about by him inside her, no other way. This was a torture she would just have to endure. Jareth sighed slightly and connected with the Labyrinth, loosening and shrinking the device a little, relieving some of the pressure, he could always crank it up again later.
The pressure on Sarah eased off somewhat they eventually reached the throne room, although the effort of walking with device rubbing inside her still required much effort on Sarah's part. In the throne room Jareth pulled Sarah to the centre of the room and let go of her.
"Go and fetch your scrubbing brush and bucket. Then get to work," Jareth growled in her ear.
Sarah started to cross the room but as she did so she distinctly felt both protrusions thrust inside her. She stopped, trying to fight the trembling of her knees. Sharp pain hit her cervix as an electric current hit it with force.
"You will keep working, whatever you feel. Or you will be punished." Sweating and staggering, Sarah retrieved her cleaning equipment and returned to where Jareth was standing. He smiled thinly down at her, his eyes dark pools of lust.
"I have complete and utter dominance over you," he snarled. "What do I have?" Sarah felt the device inside her shift and twist, causing a spasm to cross her face.
"Complete....and utter...dominance...over me," she managed to gasp.
"Good," crooned Jareth. "Now clean." He spat. He spun Sarah round and pressed her back to him, hands covering her breasts. Gently he bent her forward, pressing his package against her arse cheeks, pushing her to the very brink before withdrawing just enough to make sure she couldn't release. Sarah moaned. He pushed her down to her hands and knees, kneeling behind her and holding on to her hips, pushing himself hard against her. The second protrusion swelled slightly in a basic simulation of what he was acting. Sarah panted hard, feeling her arms shaking and her internal muscles stretch. And then Jareth was gone. Getting to his feet he crossed to his throne, settling himself there. He smiled at her. Sarah began to scrub.
At first Sarah found the work very hard indeed. Her muscles were aching and every time she moved the device shifted, sending bolts of...of...of something straight through her. But after a while she started to settle into a rhythm. She found that if she concentrated hard on the scum and the rhythmic scrub of her brush, she could almost blot out the feel of the device inside her, and the painful throbbing she was experiencing down there. What was harder to block out was the heat of Jareth's gaze as his eyes followed her swinging, unsupported breasts, the sweat dripping from her and the movement of her amazing, and today bare, arse. It was perhaps a good thing that Sarah did not notice Jareth's hand as he gently stroked himself in time with Sarah's brushing.
After a while Jareth began to grow bored. While he felt he could sit and watch naked Sarah scrubbing all day, the point of the device was to make things better, and the Labyrinth thought he should make the most of it. All of a sudden then he sent it a message to tighten painfully round her clit and as she collapsed he sent a wave of electricity through the first protrusion, a clear signal to get up and keep working. Jareth grinned outright as he observed the reaction that this created. He thought for a moment. Suddenly Sarah felt the second protrusion start to grow hot. She squirmed and dropped her brush but another flow of electricity inside her vagina made her pick up her brush and do her best to keep working. When she thought she could bare the heat no longer it suddenly stopped, to be replace by a freezing sensation which caused the muscle of her rectum to spasm and tighten round the invading piece of metal. Sarah cried out, earning another bolt of electricity, and she realised that whatever happened she was not allowed to make a noise.
Jareth could see the sweat dripping off Sarah onto the floor of the throne room and he squeezed himself a little harder. Her breasts were jiggling madly as she fought for breath, trying to keep scrubbing at the same time. As she crawled along the floor she left a trail of her juices behind her as they dripped from her soaking entrance.
Sarah fought the feelings the device was generating. She was so humiliated that Jareth could see her as this quivering wreck. She felt so powerless against him and new that if she dared defy she would suffer for it. She tried to sneak a glance at him but as her head started to raise she collapsed again as another wave of electricity shot through her, this time attacking her throbbing clit. She moaned and pulled herself back to her hands and knees. Trying to continue scrubbing. The world swam before her eyes. Slowly, Sarah keeled over sideways from the exhaustion of trying to work while Jareth manipulated the devise.
Jareth climbed languidly to his feet. She had hasted longer than he had expected, she had done well. And the Labyrinth had thoroughly enjoyed it. He crossed to where she lay. As he stood looking down at her he sent a couple of bolts of electricity into her and she moaned and her eyelids flickered, but she did not wake. Carefully Jareth picked her up in his arms and vanished with her back to the tower room.