OK guys, her is the next chapter and it falls to me to warn you that this comes with a very heavy health warning. Not nice. Pretty horrible really. So you have been warned OK?

For those of you that still want to read it...please let me know what you think, and don't give up...there is more to come.

Enjoy.

FY.A xxx

Phoenix stared up at the man who looked like an older version of her younger brother. So similar yet so different. This man's face was twisted into a cruel sneer, so unlike Rath's charming smile. And his eyes were crueller, unforgiving as he watched her narrowly. The hand that was fisted in her hair tugged again and she jerked her head back in pain, feeling her throat exposed and vulnerable as she fought to keep him in her line of vision. Her eyes were blurring with the pain but she couldn't stop watching him, the gap in the front of his breeches where his other hand was buried. The occasional glimpse of pink flesh. This, she knew, was what her father had tried to protect her from.

The man withdrew his hand and brought it to Phoenix face and she felt her breath speed up in reflex to the increased fear. He trailed a finger down her neck and she winced away from the damp, slightly sticky touch. His hand tightened in her hair and he crouched down in front of her and brought his face close to hers.

"Don't fight me Phoenix," he whispered and his breath was hot against her cheek and ear. "Deep inside, deep in here," his hand covered the skin above her left breast, "you want this badly. You want to know what your father has hidden from you." Phoenix stared at him fearfully. "Nod your head like a good little girl Phoenix," the man commanded. She gritted her teeth and slowly shook her head. His free hand stung across her cheek in an angered slap and he wrenched at her hair, nodding her head violently as the tears sprang in her eyes. "That's better now. You must learn to behave yourself darling."

The man drew his lips along her stinging cheek, lips parted so that she could feel the graze of his teeth. Phoenix tried to move away but his hand in her hair held her still. His lips pressed against hers, cruel and unforgiving like everything else about him. He pressed her head back into his hand before suddenly drawing back, leaving their lips joined by a string of saliva. Phoenix had a desperate urge to rub her lips, but could not move her hands from where they were chained to a ring in the floor in front of her. Her fear ridden eyes sought Raemon's and her heart rate increased when she saw his dilated pupils, lust darkened. A shudder ran down her spine and she felt suddenly cold. She shut her eyes, wishing for her father's arms, warm and comforting around her, keeping her safe. She flinched as his finger touched against her lip.

"So sweet," the man whispered. "So tender. Just like your mother when your father first enticed her from her home world. So young." His finger travelled downwards. "Let me see how you comapare."

His hand closed over her small, budding breast, kneading the flesh. Phoenix began to struggle harder, some instinct telling her that this was very wrong. His hand tugged her head back once ore so that she thrust her chest towards him in reflex.

"See darling, you do want this," Raemon sneered before his lips crashed down over hers once more.

The man's fingers pinched Phoenix tender young nipple hard, grinding and twisting so that she gasped in pain. As she opened her mouth he thrust his tongue through her teeth to sweep round, tasting her youthfulness. Phoenix bit down hard on his tongue. Raemon jerked away.

"Bitch!" he shouted jumping to his feet and seizing her hair with both hands. In one fluid movement he brought his knee up into her face so hard that Phoenix felt her teeth crack loose. The man shoved her to the ground, staring at her. Phoenix rolled over and spat blood and fragments of tooth onto the smooth flagstones, sobs wracking her shaking body. But then his hands were in her hair again, yanking her into a kneeling position as he stood before her and she could see his penis, hard and erect, bobbing in front of her face. Her lips were slick with blood as he pushed himself into her mouth, tugging her head back and forth by the hair so violently that her forehead banged against his pubic bone.

"Suck," he ground out and to Phoenix his voice sounded hard and laboured. His fingers caught her ear, twisting until she carried out his instruction as he moved her where he wanted her, his head rolling back and his breath coming in sharp gasps as he moved her head faster and faster. And then he was pulsing and his hot sticky essence was filling her mouth and Phoenix was gagging as he continued to pump into her, his tip hitting the back of her throat and his hands twisting painfully in her hair.

And then it was over and he released her, shoving her down hard against the cold stone floor. Phoenix wretched and spat, trying to clear her mouth and throat of the sticky substance that mixed with her own blood. The man stood and watched her for some moments before crouching down in front of her once more.

"I am your King," he said. "Who am I?"

"You are evil," Phoenix spat back and flecks of blood and semen splattered across his face.

The man snarled, his face twisting into a mask that epitomised all things vile. He lunged forward, seizing the front of her and ripping it forwards, exposing her breasts and the childish, downy hair at the apex of her legs. Phoenix fought to cover herself but the man's strength greatly overwhelmed her as he forced her down on her back, one hand pressing into her hip as he held her to the floor. Her legs thrashed as his teeth sank into her soft breast, worrying at the skin until he tasted blood. The hand on her hip slid down between her legs, one finger pressing into her secret place, tight and sore as it forced its way in. Phoenix kicked against the invasion but he covered her body with his so that his weight held her still. He added a second finger and then a third, driving them forcefully into her so that she felt something stretch and break, pain urging her to draw her legs up to her chest. His teeth grazed against breast once more, his words muffled against her skin.

"So warm...so young...and...so...very... ... ...mine."

And then there was noise, and light, and confusion, and Phoenix head was reeling, her eyes unfocussed as a figure swathed in light flashed into existence with the sound of a gunshot. The man on top of her was blasted away and air flooded into her crushed lungs. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and all she could see was blackness.

Nathaniel and Rath were trapped in the darkness of nothing, bodies pressed tightly together, spinning and reeling. Nathaniel was fighting for control, gripping his brother in a vice like grip for fear of losing him in the space between the worlds. But something was fighting him, tugging at his resolve. Itching its way into his mind and clouding the picture of their destination. Nathaniel's brain felt fogged. He needed out. Why was it taking so long? It should be instant. Air was burning in his lungs and he needed to exhale but the vacuum was too tight, too restricted, too claustrophobic. Rath was writhing against him, also unable to breathe and starting to panic, tendrils of nausea becoming waves in his oxygen deprived brain. But Nathaniel could no longer see it. Could no longer remember where they were going. Or why. And so he did the only thing possible. He called to the Labyrinth. And all at once she was there. She was in his mind, calm and cooling like the voice of an old friend. So this was what his father heard all the time. No wonder he was in control. And powerful. And...cruel. For the feeling was not kind but inspiring, commanding, all encompassing. He knew there were words too, but he could not grasp them as they floated outside his range of knowledge at the edges of his mind. But he knew what they meant.

"Let go. Surrender. I have got you."

And as Nathaniel abandoned the fight with his last thread of strength, he felt himself torn from Rath's grasp, his fingers unable to hold on to his brother's tunic any longer.

The twins hit the ground together, the soft grass cushioning their fall as they sucked air into their lungs and blinked in the bright daylight. Rath was the first to sit up, shaking his head to clear the fog he narrowed his eyes against the sun's brilliance. He tugged on Nathaniel's sleeve and Nathaniel rolled over, panting hard and pressing is face into the grass. His arms were shaking as he tried to push himself up.

"Father's not here Nath," Rath whispered as he looked about at the lush grass that ran smoothly over the many mounds that filled the meadow like clearing.

Nathaniel shook his head. "Couldn't control it...sorry," he panted. "Where are we?"

"Don't know. Looks like some sort of field. But it's filled with mounds of earth." Rath got to his feet and scampered across to the nearest mound, running around and over it like an excited puppy before coming across the sealed entrance that housed the inscription. He stared at it frowning, lips moving as he read the words. "Nath?" he called.

"What?"

"Nath they're...graves."

"What?"

"Come and see."

Nathaniel climbed slowly to his feet and stumbled across to where Rath was standing. Set into the mound was a pair of heavy stone shutters, stamped across with a seal that Nathaniel recognised as the shape of his father's medallion. Beneath it was an inscription.

Desentio Amilinius

Amrit

All Powerful, Well Loved, Much Missed

A Victim of Time

Nathaniel read this, bewilderment growing. He shut his eyes and grasped his ring firmly, reaching for the Labyrinth.

"Where are we?"

"Where you were always meant to come."

"I don't understand."

But the Labyrinth was silent. After all, her affinity was with Jareth and while she may indulge his son from time to time, she was not bound to him. Nathaniel shook his head and reached for Rath's hand, linking his fingers through his brother's and squeezing tightly.

"Nath?"

"Yes?"

"Are you scared?" Rath's voice was not timorous, but kind, sympathetic. For once he was the strong one. Nathaniel nodded his head once, before moving forward, further into the sea of grassy mounds.

"Let's look round a bit," he said, "since we're here."

Sarah's voice was hoarse and her throat hurt. She had screamed for everyone. For Jareth. For Hoggle. For Ludo and Didymus. For the goblins that hid in the castle. But nobody at answered her cries. She was trapped. Alone and helpless. With no-one but her mind for company and right now she didn't want to be dwelling on her thoughts. They only made her more distressed, more anxious. And the harder she struggled, the tighter the bed clothes became. And so she lay still. Forcing every fibre of her body not to thrash in an attempt to reach her children. Phoenix, undergoing such torture that no-one should have to endure, the twins, vanishing to goodness knows where. And Jareth, her husband, the love of her life. Sarah closed her eyes and brought an image of Jareth to the forefront of her mind. She pictured him as he had been when she first met him, all lightening and glitter and smelling of magic and rain. And when she had defeated him, his form crumbling before her, taking refuge in his owl form, the hurt and loss in his eyes. And as he had been only a few nights ago, when he had returned from taking Rath back to bed after his dream that they had all died and he had been left on his own without them, standing in a grassy field. Jareth's eyes as he had looked at Sarah, cold, hard and cruel but warm, soft and gentle. All the feelings of the universe. Those eyes that had seen too much. She thought of how she had reached towards him and he had slid into her embrace. How is lips had stated at her neck as he had run his hands smoothly down her back. How in the moment before he had entered her she had reached for his mind through the connection they shared, and had found only love. A love that had haunted him throughout the centuries. And he had whispered into her mouth.

"I love you."

And Sarah had wrapped her arms round his hard back and held him close as their tears mingled in the happiness of oneness. And when he had finally slid out of her, the sweat cooling on their bodies, they had wrapped their arms round each other and lain looking into each other's eyes.

"Do you remember when I first came here..." Sarah had whispered but Jareth had placed his lips over hers silencing her. When he drew back he had gently shaken his head.

"SShhh, don't spoil the moment."

Sarah had lain until his eyes flickered shut and his breathing had evened out, ghosting across her face. A smile had tugged at the corner of his lips as his eyes started to flicker with dream...

Sarah jerked back to reality with a jolt. She had relaxed, thinking about Jareth and as she had let go, so had the covers. She lay perfectly still. So here was the weakness in Nathaniel's magic, the mistake he had made. Only as strong as his opponent. So if is opponent was weak, so was he. If his opponent relaxed, so did his magic. Sarah started to hum, keeping her body loose. Slowly, she began to inch her way out from the blankets that had bound her fast. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sat up cautiously. She took a deep breath, and then leapt for the door, swining it ioen and slamming it shut behind her. She leant against it panting.

Now what?

Jareth's crystal smashed into the bare stone room creating a burst of light that blinded those already inside. He added to the auror of power that surrounded his body, creating a shield that would protect him from any attack. His eyes pierced through the light and he let out a bellow of rage.

The man Raemon, was lying on top of Phoenix whose nightgown was ripped open all down the front. Although Raemon was twisted round, staring at Jareth in disbelief, Jareth could still see his hand buried between Phoenix legs, fingers deep within her. Jareth raised his hand in anger, but managed to stop himself. He could not risk blasting Raemon away for fear that tearing his fingers from inside her might cause further damage. Jareth shut his eyes and took a deep breath. He had to get that man away from his daughter.

Raemon sensed his advantage and, smiling, pushed his fingers deeper inside Phoenix so that she squirmed in pain. As she did so her head moved and Jareth saw her face. Her mouth was bleeding heavily and he could still see the strings of semen that she had been unable to wipe away. She seemed to be coming to as her eyes opened and she blinked them confusedly. On reflex she tried to close her legs, and whimpered when she felt herself barred, stretched and invaded. Her eyes focussed on Jareth's and her lips moved in a silent plea.

"Daddy. Help."

Jareth stared at his daughter's exposed breasts, the tufty blond triangle of hair, and the place where Raemon's finger's disappeared inside her. He drew a deep breath.

"Get away from her," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

Raemon's smile widened.

"Now why would I do that?" he sneered, "when it seems to be the only thing keeping you from blasting me to pieces."

Slowly he lowered his head, keeping his eyes on Jareth's the whole time the he licked his tongue up between Phoenix' breasts. He smiled.

"Tastes so...young," he mused. "Perhaps you should try Jareth? After all, isn't this the age you like them?"

Raemon turned back to Phoenix and twisted his fingers hard inside her. She moaned and tried to roll away but Raemon held her fast, arm pressing against her breasts. And then it came to Jareth. He knew what to do. Much as it hurt him to take his eyes form his daughter her shut his eyes, fingers wrapping round the medallion, squeezing it tight until the metal broke his skin. He opened his eyes, flashing his gaze o Phoenix where she lay staring up at him.

"Honey, don't move." He said into her mind and, almost imperceptibly, she nodded. Jareth drew a crystal from the air and wrapped his bleeding hand around it, whispering and smoothing over his knuckles. The crystal grew, changing size and shape, elongating. Diamonds glistened between his fingers. Pan's sword.

Jareth took a step forward, willing himself not to miss. Willing Phoenix not to move. Praying that he could do it. He raised the sword and brought it swinging down in an arc. There was a scream and a hiss and a roar. The grinding of steel through bone and Raemon rolled away from Phoenix, his severed hand falling between her knees. Black was pouring from the stump of Raemon's wrist, fluid and twisting with the whisper of thousands of legs. And Raemon was sinking, deflating as the spiders that had filled and moved the effigy of Jareth's cousin spilled over each other in an effort to escape the re-elevated corpse. They swarmed over the floor as Jareth covered his daughter's body with his own to protect her from the scuttling legs and Phoenix clutched at his clothing, the sobs releasing in wave upon wave as reality finally hit her, and she realised what had occurred.

But the torrent of spiders did not stop. They were still coming. Pouring from Raemon's arm as though it were a portal from where-ever they had lain hidden. Jareth could feel them attacking his mind shield, throwing their mental armoury against it with all their might as he fought to withstand it. He glanced down into his daughter's face, swatting away a spider that was creeping up her cheek towards her open mouth. The gaps in her teeth were still bleeding and the blood stained in her hair from Jareth's hand as he wrapped his arms round her head in an attempt to extend his shield to cover her mind as well. And still the spiders were coming. Phoenix eyes were rolling and her head and breath coming in gasps as the spiders assaulted her mind. Jareth increased his shield yet again, feeling his power beginning to ebb with the effort. But despite all this, he suddenly realised that mind attack was not the biggest danger. Soon, they were going to suffocate under the waves of spiders. Rolling over so that Phoenix lay on his chest, higher out the spiders, he raised a hand and crushed the spider that was trying to push its way into his nostril. And still they came, covering his legs, running up his chest as he fought to hold Phoenix clear. And desperately he sought for a solution to this new and terrible danger.