AN Warning this chap contains and M material of an non consensual short, it doesn't progress to full on rape but it get's close.
Sarah stood outside her home in Jareth's shirt trying to gather her courage for going in, she really didn't want to answer questions about why she was wearing a different shirt now than when she had left that morning. The Goblin King had convinced her that a new shirt would be easier to explain than a torn up one.
Sighing, she opened the door, hoping to make it upstairs before her parents saw her and her new shirt.
"Sarah, is that you?" asked Irene as she popped her head around the corner.
'Maybe she won't notice.'
"Sarah, why are you wearing a man's shirt?"
"Sarah's wearing a man's shirt?" asked her father. He darted around the corner, eyes falling onto his daughter, and crossed his arms.
"What makes you think it's a man's?" asked the teen, looking at the floor.
Irene's eyes narrowed.
"Sarah, I know the difference between a man's shirt and a woman's, even if they are renaissance styles. Also, the size is a dead giveaway. Now, why are you wearing a man's shirt?"
"It's my friend's. My green one got torn when we were walking in the woods by the park and he lent it to me."
Irene's eyes widened, and she smiled.
"You went out with a boy?"
"You went out with a shirtless boy?" her father demanded, his frown deepening.
'No, I went out with a man, sorta. Well, we had dinner.'
"Yes. And my shirt was torn in a really awkward place, okay?" continued Sarah, blushing. "He had a jacket," she lied.
"What is he like? When do your father and I get to meet him?"
"He's annoying, and we'll see."
Irene clapped. "Oh, we'll have to start looking into hiring babysitters!"
"No, you won't. I like babysitting Toby."
Irene's eyes widened at the comment, but she shook her head. Sarah had been acting really strange lately. But in a good way, so she wasn't going to complain.
"Umm, I'm gonna go change now."
"Is that shirt made of silk?" asked Irene as Sarah darted up the steps. She decided to ignore the older woman's question and hurried to her room.
Once Sarah had shut the door, she leaned against it and dropped her backpack off to the side.
"Easier to explain my ass. All that magic, and he couldn't fix my shirt? Or magic me up a replica?"
"Of course I could but, you didn't ask the right questions."
Sarah turned sharply to her bed where the Goblin King lay on his side, propped up by his elbow. His head was held up by his hand and he smiled at her frustrated face.
"What?" snapped Sarah.
"I said: 'Of course I could but, you didn't ask the right questions.'"
His smile widened as her face reddened.
"I asked you if you could fix it!" she hissed, trying to keep her voice down so her parents wouldn't hear.
"But not if I could replicate it, though yes, I could have fixed it. I never told you I couldn't, I just said that wearing my shirt would be easier to explain than the numerous holes. At any rate, I wouldn't consider repairing the thing. Waste of magic. Really, Sarah, you should pay more attention to my words."
"You lying, cheating—"
"Ah, ah, ah, Sarah…" the monarch tutted as he got up from the bed and walked towards her. "I never lie." He cocked his head, as if thinking. "Well, I never outright lie. I lie by omission frequently. But I never state a falsehood, at least not in five hundred years."
'Five hundred…' Sarah shook her head. "How old are you? And why don't you lie? Is your species unable to?"
"I'm millennia old, Sarah, and I'd rather not go into just how many. And no, I can lie easily, for example-" He leaned over her, placing his hand next to her head on the wall and smiled down at her, "-I really like the baggy shirts you tend to favour."
"Hey!"
She lightly hit him on the shoulder, and walked to her vanity. He chuckled.
"You know, the shirt you gave me doesn't exactly show off my figure."
"Ah, but it's mine," he chortled "And coats you in my scent. To my people, that is a clear marker that you are mine, Precious. Also, silk falls off your body in a far more flattering manner than that coarse cotton you wear."
Sarah turned to face him. "I'm not anyone's property."
"I didn't mean that you were, Precious. You are champion of my Labyrinth. And hopefully I'll be able to convince you to become one of its citizens."
"Become what?"
"A citizen of my kingdom; my subject. You'll have rank: the Grand Duchess of the Goblin Kingdom. And though I do have the right to extend my protection to your brother, I do not have to right to extend it to your family."
"Why?"
Jareth smirked. "Do you really what to go into Underground law right now? Suffice to say, before the law was in place, Fae where claiming humans left, right, and center. Some restrictions were needed. However, if you became Duchess—"
"You'd be able to extend your protection to them?"
"No. I cannot protect what I cannot claim some right to. You would be able to protect them as Duchess, and any act against those under your protection would be tantamount to an act of war. It would also mean that you must be careful who you insult, Precious. An insult from a mortal is one thing, but an insult from the Grand Duchess of the Goblin Kingdom would be an act representative of the entire Kingdom, and could cause problems such as me having to spend a fortune pacifying an irate ruler as opposed to food for my subjects."
Sarah stood, wishing she was taller. She wanted to look him in the eyes.
"But I'll be your subject, not your equal. You'll have power over me."
"As Grand Duchess, I assure you, it will be limited. If equality is such a concern…" he smiled, "we could always marry. As my queen you would be equal - eventually."
Sarah stumbled back into her chair. "I can't… Wait, what do you mean, 'eventually'?"
Jareth scoffed and crossed his arms. "Can you negotiate trade agreements with other kingdoms? Are you up to settling disputes among my people? Protecting the borders? Negotiating treaties? Until you are able, you would be a consort, not a queen."
Sarah looked at the floor and nodded. She'd have agreed to be a duchess regardless of equality: her family's safety was more important than anything. Still, he was right. She couldn't be his equal. Yet.
"Queen or Duchess, you will have to start learning politics as well as history at the least. I've somewhat neglected my duties when it comes to dealing with the other kingdoms. I could use an ambassador. It would take a few years of training but… You'd be able to travel the Underground. Once you're capable of doing the work, you would of course be paid. Then there's the money you'll get from your own land."
Sarah - who had been staring at the Goblin King - now looked gobsmacked. Jareth thought she looked adorable with her mouth open, and her wide eyes made her look doe-like and innocent.
'So deceptive…' he thought.
"Wait, land?"
"Yes, Sarah. The role of Grand Duchess comes with an estate just outside the Labyrinth. And I do mean just outside, borders really. And there is a portal set up to take you to just outside the castle. The estate is currently been maintained by a fairly large staff headed by a human and his family."
"Staff…" Sarah repeated in disbelief.
"Yes, you'd collect rent from the people who live on the land. It wouldn't just be money, but food and clothing too. Coins aren't the only thing used for finances in the Underground."
He saw that Sarah was hugging herself, and realised again that she was a child, and running an estate was a great deal of responsibility. He sighed and knelt down before her placing a hand on her knee and another under her chin to look at him.
"I know this is a lot to take in, Sarah. You can give your answer after your tenure as my slave." Sarah glared at Jareth slightly when he purred those last two words. "I'll set up wards and assign goblins to protect you and your family," continued the monarch. "In the meantime, I'll give you a few books on the history of the Underground, and over the next few months I'll tell you what duties you would have as Duchess. They would be minimal: the estate has managed well under the Higgins family. No need for that to change."
"Will I beable to travel between my world and the Labyrinth?"
Jareth nodded and looked at her vanity mirror "I can turn this mirror into a portal you'll just have to touch its surface to travel between worlds, like your friends did the night of the party."
Sarah smiled thrilled he was willing to give her complete access to his kingdom. "You said the estate I would get borders the Labyrinth. You don't just rule the Labyrinth?"
Jareth smiled, his chest puffing out slightly. "I did at first. But then my neighbours began to think that since the Labyrinth had a ruler, it was tamed and weaker; that I could be defeated."
"What happened?"
The Goblin King's smile widened to show his sharp teeth. "My kingdom became much bigger."
Sarah didn't know why, but the thought made her smile. Jareth, the mighty Goblin King, defending his kingdom and crushing his attackers, taking their land. She looked into his eyes and smiled.
"I think I'd like to go to bed. Goodnight, Jareth."
The Goblin King rose, giving his champion a chaste kiss on the forehead as he did.
"Goodnight, Sarah."
And he disappeared in a puff of glitter.
Sarah shook her head. She'd have to discuss the glitter issue with him next time they met. She didn't want to think about Irene's reaction to finding glitter sprinkled all over the carpet.
She decided she would accept Jareth's offer. She hated the idea of being his subordinate, but at least he was a fair king and a protector of children. She liked the idea of serving the Labyrinth, and wondered as she drifted off to sleep what Jareth looked like on the battlefield given what he was like while escorting her back to the Labyrinth. She prayed she was never on the receiving end of that glower.
oo0oo
Jareth meanwhile stood on his balcony overlooking the Labyrinth, sipping one of his favorite wines. Soon, she would be his. He knew she would accept the position, knew she wanted to see more of the Underground. He would give her what she needed to accomplish that. Soon the Underground, not the Aboveground, would be home to her. She would always be tied to her family, but they would have the option of moving. If not... Well, it would be easier for her to visit them from Under than it would be if she moved to another country or even another city.
He smiled. If she agreed, he could likely convince her to study politics at University, or maybe he'd just make her sick of it all.
'She wants to be a part of this world, calm down. She'll be yours whether she wants to or not.' Jareth shook his head and glared at the Labyrinth, wondering not for the first time how to explain that the thing had played matchmaker. 'She doesn't have a choice. I just hope I can convince her to love me. I'd rather not have a wife who doesn't.'
oo0oo
A few weeks later, life was relatively normal. Jareth had popped by the day after their talk while she was in the middle of homework to give her some history books, and once more a week later to give her a few biographies on various nobles of other kingdoms. Both visits had involved him teasing her and her quickly shooing him away so she could get back to her homework. Oddly enough he never came to visit when she was with her other friends and knowing how frightened Hoggle was she didn't invite him.
Her Labyrinth friends were frequent visitors, and came over when she was alone with Toby to watch movies and play board games, or just entertain Toby while she worked. Mostly the later. She smiled as she thought about the Scrabble match between herself and Sir Didymus on Saturday. He had won, and she was looking forward to the weekend for a rematch.
Sarah plopped into her seat at her desk for History. She rather liked this class. History was, after all, storytime in a way. Her friend Jenna took her seat beside her. Sarah looked over and smiled but her expression soon morphed into worry when she saw her friend's hand was shaking.
"Hey, Jenna, you okay?"
Jenna almost jumped out of her seat.
"Yeah," she stammered. "I'm fine. Just didn't get a lot of sleep last night. Hey, you ready for that quiz in math?"
Sarah took the hint, and the pair discussed other things. The next day, Jenna was worse. There were bags under her eyes which had sunk deeper into her skull. Her skin was pale and waxen, she seemed on the verge of tears. Sarah tried talking to her friend but Jenna only gave one word answers.
It was after school that day that Sarah was in one of the quiet rooms of the town's main library that she heard the door open and close. She ignored it until a voice spoke.
"Call Jareth and I'll teleport to your friend Jenna's side and slit her throat. He won't make it in time to save her." Sarah slowly turned to face the speaker. "Also," he continued, "I should mention I spent a week setting up wards for this room. It'll take Jareth three minutes to break them at the very least."
The teen continued to stare. The man appeared to be in his early twenties. He had short, wavy blond hair and light blue eyes. His skin wasn't as perfect as the other Fae she had encountered, and his ears were a bit more rounded.
"Who are you?" she questioned. "What do you want?"
"My name is Simon. I'm Alamir's younger brother." He bowed slightly.
Sarah frowned. Simon lacked the physical perfection his brother had. He was good-looking, yes, but not perfect. His skin had a few flaws and his teeth, while straight, weren't as white or as sharp.
"As for what I want," he continued, "The Sluagh kingdom was at war with Jareth about five hundred years ago. The treaty was unfavourable for my country. I want Jareth to break the rules set down by it. If he does, he won't receive any support from the High King, and the Sluagh country will, thus giving us an edge in the war. Now, as champion, I can't hurt you without breaking the treaty. That would only ensure Jareth ends up with the support. But if you let me hurt you…" He trailed off with a shrug and pleasant smile.
"And if I don't?"
"Jenna has a lovely neck, but personally I think it'd be more beautiful with covered in blood."
Sarah paled. Simon's eyes flicked to her clenching knuckles, he smirked as he looked down at her.
"Jareth has Goblins following me," she told him.
"They're tied up."
"What do you plan to do to me?"
"Fuck you. Jareth will try to make his case to the High King, and it will help if you don't actually have marks on you. Oh, don't look so upset. If it makes you feel any better, I won't enjoy it much either. I prefer my bedmates to be a bit younger."
"You're disgusting."
"By your definition, I'm sure I am."
He began advancing towards her, and Sarah resisted the temptation to so much as lean backwards. He smiled and waved his hand. A large mirror floated off to her left.
"What is that for?"
"To record our fun. Like I said, Jareth will make his case to the High King. I will need to show them that you accepted me and didn't fight. And I do want him to see this."
Sarah's mouth hung open. He was going to show himself raping her to Jareth and to an entire room full of people?
While these thoughts were running through her head, she felt a tug at her shirt. Simon leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
"Remember, any resistance on your part, this will stop and I will go to Jenna and kill her. Jareth can reorder time, but once a soul has left, he can do nothing. Jenna's heart would beat, but she would be gone."
Sarah nodded and Simon pulled her shirt up. The teen lifted her arms as she tried to shut down her mind, go someplace else, pretend this was happening to someone else, not her.
"Sarah Williams, do you accept me of your own free will?" asked Simon after removing her shirt.
"To save my friend, yes."
Simon leaned in for a kiss, his tongue burrowing into her mouth. She heard him push her books aside before he grabbed her hips. He effortlessly picked her up and sat her on the table she had just been writing an English paper on. He tugged at her shirt and broke the kiss. He pulled it up, she lifted her arms. Her shirt was tossed aside. She felt a blade on her chest, and tried to pull away, but he bit her lip and glared into her eyes. She remembered what he had said about Jenna.
Her bra fell away next, and she realised what the blade had been for. She felt him fiddle with the button on her jeans, then the zipper. With one hand, he pulled her pants down to her ankles, and again she felt the blade. It cut away her panties.
'Think of the park, think of being there. Not here. This isn't happening to you, this is a role. It's someone else.'
She felt a finger plunge into her.
'Someone else…'
Two fingers plunged into her while a thumb began messaging her clit.
'No, Sarah, you're the champion. Think of something, do something clever!'
Simon moved from her mouth to her jaw line, making his way towards her ear.
"When you do see Uncle Jareth again, do me a favour and ask him if he still considers me his biggest mistake."
He increased the pace of his fingers.
'Uncle? Jareth is related to Alamir's family? Why didn't Alamir bring it up. Oh god!' cried out Sarah mentally as Simon began suckling her breast, gently biting the nipple. 'Think of Jenna. Think of how she was acting today. You have…to…protect…her…'
Sarah smiled.
"I wish the Goblin King would protect Jenna, right now."
Simon growled and forced her down on the table.
"I'll go after your other friends. Jenna has a sister about ten. That's the age I like them, so ti—"
Simon went crashing into the wall.
Sarah sat up abruptly, covering her breasts with her arms and bringing her legs together. She looked up to see a crystal flying towards her, and she closed her eyes to brace for impact. An impact that didn't come. She opened her eyes again to see Jareth in full goblin armour holding out a hand. She glanced down at herself, and saw that she was wearing black leather pants lined with silk. They were open at the sides of her legs, but were held together with lace. They gave a tantalizing view of her legs. Overlapping her calves were comfortable dark brown leather boots. She wore a light green poet's shirt and a brown cincher that made her breast jump out to greet the world. She felt a pressure on her neck and raised her hand to feel a leather choker holding a small version of Jareth's pendant.
The she noticed again that Jareth was holding out a hand while staring at Simon on the floor. She took the offered limb, and he turned to her. Leaning forwards, he gave her a chaste kiss on her cheek.
"Look imposing, Champion," he whispered before returning his attention to Simon who was getting back on his feet.
"You're faster then I expected, Uncle. Didn't take you half a minute to get past my ward."
"It took a little under three. I can reorder time, you twit. Why, Simon, have you broken the treaty? You could not win a war with the High King's support. Without it, you will be beaten within a month."
Simon scoffed. "I haven't broken the treaty: you have. You harmed me."
"You harmed Sarah."
"I did nothing she did not allow."
"Really?" smirked Jareth. "Tell me, Simon: that treaty I signed before you were born, you've read it, right? It states clearly that you and yours are not to harm my citizens or those under my protection, does it not?"
"Exactly, and I haven't harmed her. She let me touch her."
"You blackmailed me," said Sarah, smiling upon seeing where Jareth was going. At least, she hoped so. "The treaty: does it say no harm? Does it use those words specifically?" she continued, taking a step forward.
"It says, 'No representative of the Sluagh kingdom or citizen of that kingdom can harm or order to come to harm a citizen of the Goblin Kingdom, or anyone under the King's protection.'"
Sarah smiled. "So, what you're saying is, it never specifies what kind of harm?"
Simon's mouth fell open as he stared at the pair in horror. Jareth threw a crystal at him, and the Sluagh prince disappeared in a puff of glitter.
Jareth rounded on Sarah, and she actually took a step back as he snarled at her.
"Why did you hesitate to call me?"
"Jenn—"
"How many times must I reorder time itself for you to understand what I can and am willing to do for you!" He shouted grabbing her shoulders she flinched slightly, before rounding on the monarch.
"Don't you dare start blaming me for this, Goblin King!" shouted Sarah, jabbing him in the chest. "Was Simon lying when he said that once a soul is gone you can't do anything about it?"
Jareth took a sudden interest in the floor relaxing his hold on her. When he looked up again, he pulled her towards him locking her in his embrace.
"Do you have any idea what it did to me, seeing you naked, his finger in you? I know you suffered, Sarah but…never hesitate to call me again."
Sarah nodded into his chest. She felt something in her hair, and reached up. A feather was woven into her hair on the right side of her head.
"One of mine. I will not remove it. It has a few protection spells placed on it."
Sarah sighed and decided not to argue.
"Where is Simon? Did you kill him?"
He nuzzled her hair, inhaling her scent before speaking.
"No. Once I am done here, I will send a messageto Simon's family. They will negotiate for his freedom. When I am done with him, he will be returned. He will serve as a warning."
"He wanted me to ask you if you still consider him your greatest mistake. What happened? Why does he call you Uncle?"
"I need to leave, send a message to Simon's parents telling them what he's done and where he is," he told her curtly, disengaging his arms.
"Jareth…where's Jenna?"
"At her now heavily-warded home. I erased her memories of what Simon did to her. I would make you the same offer, but you handled yourself well, and I don't think it wise to rob you of the knowledge you have gained."
'Or the memory of my King in shiny goblin armour coming to my rescue,' thought Sarah.
"Will you be alright on your own?" asked the Goblin King.
"I need my clothes back."
Jareth sighed and waved his hand, and Sarah felt the change in attire though the choker and feather remained. She fingered the collar.
"What about this?"
"It is my symbol, and marks you as Grand Duchess. I assume you'll accept the position. I'll teach you to mark those you care about so they are protected by the Labyrinth."
Sarah nodded. "Thank you."
"You'll spend the full two weeks of your vacation Underground so you can begin your training."
"Jareth, do I have magic?"
"You have access to the Labyrinth's magic. You will be taught to wield it, and you have some of your own though it's not…aggressive. I'll teach you." He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "But not now."
With those words, he disappeared in a cloud of glitter.
"Wait! Dammit, now I have to find the goblins Simon tied up."
Fortunately, it didn't take Sarah long to locate her bodyguards. They were just outside of the room, on top of the bookshelves. What did take time was calming them down and assuring them that she was okay and would talk to the king about not tossing them into the bog for not keeping her safe.
The first thing Sarah did after finding, untying and reassuring her goblin guards, was run home. Irene raised her eyebrows at the sight of the feather in Sarah's hair. Then the elder woman's eyes narrowed.
"Sarah, are you alright? You seem pale."
"I'm fine Irene, thanks for asking," replied Sarah before darting up the stairs.
She would use the upstairs phone to call Jenna. Once Sarah had confirmed that her friend had no idea anything was wrong with her life, she took a shower to remove all traces of Simon from her skin.
oo0oo
Simon leaned back in his chair. He was in Jareth's dungeons, he knew that. It was a small cell, about ten by ten feet. There was a stove off to his left. His wrists were strapped to the arms of the chair and ankles to the thing's legs. He smiled when the door opened.
"Tending to me yourself, Uncle?"
"Well you are one of my biggest mistakes."
"But you're not going to kill me, are you? Not when you can procure a few slaves from the Sluagh kingdom. You're such a bleed heart, Unc."
"We'll see how you feel after I'm done with you."
Jareth unsheathed a knife and gripped Simon's right hand, bent down and sniffed the Sluagh prince's fingers.
"Two fingers. And you kissed her, I believe?" Jareth waved his hand and the mirror that Simon had used to record his assault on Sarah appeared. "Yes, you did. You're going to regret that."
Simon scoffed. "My brother would love to do more. I'm sure you know how he feels about virgins."
Jareth's aloof mask didn't so much as twitch. Instead, the Goblin King raised his knife and cut off the fingers that had plunged into his champion.
"Ahh!" screamed Simon before choking back his cry.
Jareth conjured a table, then chopped the fingers into small pieces before poking out the bones. He then conjured a frying pan, and using the stove in the corner, cooked the meat. Smiling darkly, he turned to a whimpering Simon. Taking the cooked fingers in hand, he forced open the prince's mouth and forced the meat down the Sluagh's throat.
"Now, you also bit her, correct?" asked Jareth, giving Simon's jaw a painful squeeze. "How would you like your teeth removed?" hissed the king. "Pulled out or filled down to nothing?"
"Mmmmm!"
"Ahh, well, you can take your time to decide. We still have your lips to cook and I'd wager you used your tongue, so there's that as well."
A/N:
Okay so I found out no long ago that when I was six my mom refused to send me over to stay with my grandparents because a six year old girl had been raped and murdered. Turns out by a 15 year old boy. Who actually babysat the girl's siblings while her parents were looking for her... And I read a Max Hayes (True crime writer) Article about a 12 year old who did the same to two children. So Simon is basically my mind trying to deal with the sickos the world produces.
Sooo who likes my nasty vengeful Jareth!? Seriously comment on him, its super easy there's a little box right there! You don't even have to sign in. Common guys make me a happy fanfic author!