Easy Come, Hard to Go

AN: I Do not own Anything to do with Labyrinth... I just keep various people tied up in
my room.

Chapter 8

Sarah awoke to find herself bound and gagged. She winced as the headache she had
escalated into a migraine.

“Shit. Where am I?”

She tried, to no avail, to get up and look around. Lifting her head as high as her body
would allow, she took in her new surroundings. She laid on a bed, a very elegant one she
had to admit. She looked in awe as she glanced around the room. It furnished very
nicely, and had almost anything she could dream of. A large armchair sat in the corner,
fabricated in what looked like silk. A table sat by the window and a balcony stretched
out over the land she couldn’t see. A door lay across from her, which she guessed was
a bathroom.

*Oh, what I wouldn’t do for a bath right now.*

No sooner did she think, did she feel hot water touching her skin. She moaned slightly
as she sank into the warm liquid. The bindings gone and the gag removed, she lightly
brushed water over face, her headache melting away. Her muscles relaxed to full
extent and she brushed over her chest, jumping slightly as she ran over a bruise.

*How did I get that?*

“It happens when you fall, my dear.”

Sarah frantically searched for the voice. She took In a sharp breath as Micheal stepped
from the darkness in the corner opposite of her. She covered herself as much as she
could, wishing there were bubbles in the tub now.

“You really think you have anything I want to see?” Micheal smiled.

“Bite me, you asshole. Where am I? Where’s Jareth?”

A dark laugh formed in the back of his throat. “You really wanna see?”

Sarah watched him as he conjured up a large mirror and had it placed in front of the
tub.

“For your viewing pleasure.”

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Jareth pulled who he thought was Sarah’s hands above her head. He nuzzled into her
neck and playfully bit at her neck. She rolled her head in the opposite way and granted
him access to her neck. He sucked in hard on her pulse, pulling it deep into his mouth.
He moved down her neck slowly and kissed the top of her breasts lightly.

“While you look stunning, you will look undeniable in your own skin.” Jareth whispered
to her. And with a very devilish look, we began to untie her corset. When he had
finished with the back, he lowered his head to her chest. Biting on the silken fabric, he
began to strip it off her with his pointed fae teeth.

Lielle arched her back, allowing him to strip it all the way off her body. She smiled as
he snaked his way back up her body and stopped at her breasts. He roughly grabbed
her left breast and began sucking on the nipple. Lielle moaned as he roughly bit down
over and over again. Moving from the left to the right and repeating his motions, Jareth
wiped his clothes off him and broke away from her breast.

“Sarah,”

“Yes, Jareth?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Lielle groaned as he moved his head lower on her body and sat before her already
moist entrance. She gasped and whispered his name as he darted his tongue into her.
Filling his mouth with her juices, he lapped up the sweet, succulent fluid. He moved a
finger softly over her nub of nerves, relishing in the feel of her quaking body. He felt her
body thrash as he tasted the fruits of his labor. He waited only a few seconds before
plunging a finger into her core, enjoying hearing her gasp his name over and over
again.

“Jareth, please.” Lielle rushed out,” I need you.”

A wicked grin flashed as the king pulled out his finger and readied himself between her
legs and before her entrance. He pushed into her slowly, barely putting the tip in. He
leaned forward and looked into her beautiful brown eyes.

“Can you handle this fae?”

“Can you handle me?” Lielle grinned.

Jareth smiled and pushed in farther, breaking her virgin barrier. He groaned as she
lifted her hips to meet his, almost loosing himself because she was so tight. He
quickened his pace slightly, moaning a little at the sounds his Sarah was making.
Hearing his name broken and whispered made him crazy with desire. He shifted a little,
sitting back on his legs and raised Sarah’s legs over his arms.

“Holy shit, Jareth.” Lielle cried as he slammed into her, over and over again. “Dont
stop, it feels so good.”

Jareth felt her tighten around her and shook in agitation.

“Sarah, do you love me? Really love me?”

“None other in the world.” she replied.

With one last and final thrust, Jareth cried out Sarah’s name and quivered as he felt his
seed empty into her. He laid on top of her and felt her heart slow down and her
breathing regulate.

*That went a lot better than I thought.* Jareth thought. *She handled me quite well.*

He lifted himself and found Sarah asleep and decided he should probably follow her
suit. He positioned her in front of him and cradled her body with his. And no longer than
a couple minutes passed was he asleep.

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“What is this?” Sarah asked trying to get up out of the bathtub. When she found her
situation not under her control, she looked at Micheal. “Can I at least get dressed?”

“As you wish.” Micheal waved his hand and Sarah found herself being pulled out of the
tub and wrapped in a dress, her hair pulled back and shoes on her feet. She sat down
a chair and found her hands and feet tied down to the chair. She struggled for a
moment and when she heard Micheal clear his throat, she finally gave up.

“You don’t want to miss this.” He said pointing to the mirror.

She gazed at the mirror and noticed that the reflection of her and the bathroom had
melted away. Her eyes widened as she saw Jareth’s bedroom.

“What is this?” She asked.

“Shh... you will see.”

“Make love to me Jareth.”

“Anything for you.”

Sarah heard the voices ring through the mirror and inhaled in horror as she saw Jareth
leading what looked like her to the bed.

“Who is that?” Sarah yelled at Micheal.

“Why, its you. Dont you think?”

She stared in horror as she watched Jareth take off this impersonator’s dress. She
began to cry as she watched him make love to what was supposed to be her.

“Why are you doing this? Jareth! Stop!” she pleaded through her shedding tears.

“Now, dont you think that if he was in love with you, he would know the difference
between a fake you and the real you?” Micheal asked the question out loud that had
been playing in Sarah’s mind.

“No, dont even talk to me you bastard!” She yelled.

“Sarah, do you love me? Really love me?” Sarah held her breath as the tears poured
down her face.

“None other in the world.” Her voice came through the mirror.

“No... no no NO!” She screamed and attempted to kick. “Why? Why would you do this
to me?”

She watched as Jareth screamed her name and finished what he had started. She felt
her heart break in a million pieces as he pulled her close and drifted off to sleep. And
then she lost it. She watched as the bitch who just had sex with her man, stared directly
into the mirror and licked her lips.

“He was delicious.” she mouthed.

“You BITCH! Micheal, I swear, who the hell is she?”

“You dont like her? I thought she served her purpose well.”

“Fuck you Micheal. When I get out of here, you will die. You and your fucking bitch!

“Fucking indeed.” He said raising an eyebrow. And with that, he walked from the room,
leaving Sarah in to watch the two love birds sleep.

“Why?” she sobbed to herself, “Why would he do this to me? Jareth...”

She sobbed and sobbed for what seemed like hours, glancing at the mirror and sobbing
some more. Only after she couldn’t cry anymore and all she had left was dry hiccups
did she succumb to sleep.

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Toby sat watching TV, the control in one hand, the doll in the other.

“He never puts that thing down...” Max said rubbing his eyes.

“He misses her.”

“We both miss her.”

“We all miss her Max. When the time comes,”

“What time is that Crystal? I sit here, day after day, wondering if all this shit is real. how
am I supposed to believe you or Toby? The bullshit story you guys are feeding me
holds water like a 3 year old holds a secret. It’s just not possible. I can’t just sit here
and wait for something to happen, while my little girl might be in serious trouble.”

“Max. Jareth wont let that happen. When a fae takes on a mate, they protect them to
the death. They hold them closer than their own blood.”

“Crystal, this is the real world.”

“And they are in the Underground, not the real world Max. It’s not the same.”

“Crystal!” Toby yelled from the living room can came bursting into the kitchen. “Crystal
look... look at the doll.”

Toby held up the doll and Crystal gasped.

“My god, this is not good.”

“What? What’s wrong?” Max hurriedly asked.

Max looked around Crystal to Toby’s hand. In it, clutched under a death grip of fear,
was the doll. It had two heads, four arms and four legs.

“What does that mean?” Max asked.

“There’s another one of her. She been multiplied.” Crystal said shaking her head.

“Oh no, what if he can’t tell whose who?” Toby asked.

“We will have to pray he knows your sister better than we thought.” Crystal answered.

She stood and walked to the window, looking towards the sky.

*Anytime now mom, anytime.*

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“Sarah... can you hear me?”

Sarah looked around in the darkness and wondered if she was sleeping.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Good... do you know who I am?”

Sarah looked over her shoulder and saw a beautiful woman with blonde hair sitting
regally on a throne.

“No way... are you Jareth’s mom?”

She smiled and nodded her head. “My name is Persephonie. And yes, I am Jareth’s
mom. I see you have yourself in a quite the situation.” She added with a grin.

Sarah bowed her head and fought back the tears ripping their way to her eyes. “He
doesn’t even know its not me. What am I supposed to do?”

Persephonie stood and crossed over to Sarah. She bent down and held her by her
shoulders.

“It’s not your fault, and he does love you.”

“It doesn’t make any difference. If Im not there, why should it matter?”

“Love works in mysterious ways. Some that none could think possible.”

“What do you mean?” Sarah looked up hopefully into Persphonie’s eye’s. They were
ordinary blue. “Are you... mortal?”

“Why, yes I am, how perceptive you are. He really was telling the truth when he said
you were a strong one. Now, about this little situation.”

She sat next to Sarah and took her head into her lap.

“Let me help.”

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Thank-you to all who have been reading
and to those of you who have reviewed and
even those haven’t. Can you guess what Jareth’s mom
is going to do to help? I promise, it will be a bang.
*Grins*