In honor of My lady love I am putting My Labyrinth Fan Fic up for Sunday Smut. She finally found some cock worth having. No better way to celebrate than Jareth goodness.
Kisses!!!
Installment 1
http://trxz.blogspot.com/2009/11/labyrinth-fan-fic-chapter-1-this.html
Installment 2
http://trxz.blogspot.com/2009/12/labyrinth-fan-fic-installment-2-nsfw.html
Installment 3
http://trxz.blogspot.com/2009/12/labyrinth-fanfic-installment-3-sunday.html
Installment 4
http://trxz.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunday-smut-labyrinth-installment-4.html
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Sunday, April 25, 2010
Sunday Smut Catholic Edition Part 2
From the office of His Eminence Cardinal Archibald Masterson.
To Father Benedict.
Greetings father. I have read your letter with exceeding care and would like you to know that The Holy See is with you at this your hour of need. Know that even though temptation threatens your soul you are strong enough to recognize it for the evil it is. You sought our guidance and it is our guidance that you must follow if you wish to navigate this torturous path The Lord has seen fit to set you upon. With my help Father Benedict you shall not only help this girl cleanse her soul but still be able to watch the gates open before you.
The Holy See is not unfamiliar with the demon with which you are tempted. It is not simply evil which may be purged in a less intrusive way. What you are encountering is in fact a demon. An evil entity that possesses an innocent women through no fault of her own. It twists its way through her mind and floods it with vile images of depravity. It disables the natural modesty of the fairer sex until she believes she actually wants these barbaric acts committed upon her person. Unfortunately the demon seems to have focused on you. Undoubtedly because you are a holy man the woman trusts and rightly so it views you as a threat.
You said you have met with her 18 times I believe. Hopefully the demon was not too well rooted before she began coming to you. May I ask if the woman regularly attended church before she was possessed by this evil? If it has indeed only been 3 and a half months then you may still have a chance for this girl’s soul. For once the demon gains enough control over the mind The Holy See has learned that the woman is lost. She becomes the not only the hapless victim of her desires but an active participant in them. Can you imagine?
Fortunately you may be able to weed this demon out of her but I warn you Father, it will not be easy. To deliver this Child of Christ you must walk through Hell. You must become the evil which torments her so unmercifully. You must yield yourself to her desires. The demon within her has poisoned her mind to believe she will enjoy these things she fantasizes about. The reality is if they were inflicted upon her they would hurt her. That pain is the only chance you have to separate the demon from her mind. If she desires the whip you must take up the whip and beat the demon from her body. You must strike her, again and again until she rebukes the demon within. Then you must strike her again. If she desires blood you must show her the color of her own precious blood. If she desires fear you must frighten her. If she desires pain you must inflict it upon her. It is the only way to exorcise the demon from her brain and return both her and likewise you to a normal way of thinking.
Does this shock you? It should not. Though it may cause you to recoil do not flinch from doing the Lord’s work. For this is evil you are confronted with. Evil that contaminates. You will be absolved of any sin you may commit once you have banished the evil from this world. Only you will know if you are strong enough to help this poor girl. Can you put on the mask or her tormentor and still be able to take it off once you have saved her soul? I believe you are. You were strong enough to seek guidance. Now all you need do is follow the guidance you have received.
I enclose this letter with a package. Inside you will find an assortment of tools that you may need as you purge the evil from her soul. They have been blessed by His Eminence The Holy Father himself. Take good care of them for they have been doing God’s Holy work for over a century. These tools have tasted the blood of demons. Do not be afraid to use them. You will need to be heavy handed if you are to drive it from her body. She will scream. Do not be discouraged. She will bleed. Do not be dissuaded. Nor fool yourself into thinking that she will only need one session with these instruments to eradicate the demon within her. It may take several times. It may take longer.
I want you to know Father Benedict that I will be here for you all through this troubled time. Look to me for you spiritual guidance. I will pray for and with you so that your soul may escape the battle unscathed. I only ask that you tell me everything that happens. Leave nothing out when you write me. For even the smallest omission could mean the difference between conquering this force of darkness and falling victim to it yourself. If would like you to include pictures of the session as well. Perhaps by examining them I can learn more information about the demon you are facing.
I pray to Saint Peter to give you strength. I pray to St. Angelo for your safe delivery from this valley. And I pray to Holy God for your soul.
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Cardinal Archibald Masterson
To Father Benedict.
Greetings father. I have read your letter with exceeding care and would like you to know that The Holy See is with you at this your hour of need. Know that even though temptation threatens your soul you are strong enough to recognize it for the evil it is. You sought our guidance and it is our guidance that you must follow if you wish to navigate this torturous path The Lord has seen fit to set you upon. With my help Father Benedict you shall not only help this girl cleanse her soul but still be able to watch the gates open before you.
The Holy See is not unfamiliar with the demon with which you are tempted. It is not simply evil which may be purged in a less intrusive way. What you are encountering is in fact a demon. An evil entity that possesses an innocent women through no fault of her own. It twists its way through her mind and floods it with vile images of depravity. It disables the natural modesty of the fairer sex until she believes she actually wants these barbaric acts committed upon her person. Unfortunately the demon seems to have focused on you. Undoubtedly because you are a holy man the woman trusts and rightly so it views you as a threat.
You said you have met with her 18 times I believe. Hopefully the demon was not too well rooted before she began coming to you. May I ask if the woman regularly attended church before she was possessed by this evil? If it has indeed only been 3 and a half months then you may still have a chance for this girl’s soul. For once the demon gains enough control over the mind The Holy See has learned that the woman is lost. She becomes the not only the hapless victim of her desires but an active participant in them. Can you imagine?
Fortunately you may be able to weed this demon out of her but I warn you Father, it will not be easy. To deliver this Child of Christ you must walk through Hell. You must become the evil which torments her so unmercifully. You must yield yourself to her desires. The demon within her has poisoned her mind to believe she will enjoy these things she fantasizes about. The reality is if they were inflicted upon her they would hurt her. That pain is the only chance you have to separate the demon from her mind. If she desires the whip you must take up the whip and beat the demon from her body. You must strike her, again and again until she rebukes the demon within. Then you must strike her again. If she desires blood you must show her the color of her own precious blood. If she desires fear you must frighten her. If she desires pain you must inflict it upon her. It is the only way to exorcise the demon from her brain and return both her and likewise you to a normal way of thinking.
Does this shock you? It should not. Though it may cause you to recoil do not flinch from doing the Lord’s work. For this is evil you are confronted with. Evil that contaminates. You will be absolved of any sin you may commit once you have banished the evil from this world. Only you will know if you are strong enough to help this poor girl. Can you put on the mask or her tormentor and still be able to take it off once you have saved her soul? I believe you are. You were strong enough to seek guidance. Now all you need do is follow the guidance you have received.
I enclose this letter with a package. Inside you will find an assortment of tools that you may need as you purge the evil from her soul. They have been blessed by His Eminence The Holy Father himself. Take good care of them for they have been doing God’s Holy work for over a century. These tools have tasted the blood of demons. Do not be afraid to use them. You will need to be heavy handed if you are to drive it from her body. She will scream. Do not be discouraged. She will bleed. Do not be dissuaded. Nor fool yourself into thinking that she will only need one session with these instruments to eradicate the demon within her. It may take several times. It may take longer.
I want you to know Father Benedict that I will be here for you all through this troubled time. Look to me for you spiritual guidance. I will pray for and with you so that your soul may escape the battle unscathed. I only ask that you tell me everything that happens. Leave nothing out when you write me. For even the smallest omission could mean the difference between conquering this force of darkness and falling victim to it yourself. If would like you to include pictures of the session as well. Perhaps by examining them I can learn more information about the demon you are facing.
I pray to Saint Peter to give you strength. I pray to St. Angelo for your safe delivery from this valley. And I pray to Holy God for your soul.
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Cardinal Archibald Masterson
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Sunday Smut Catholic edition
So this edition of Sunday Smut has some rather religious core. So those who think they might be offended then by all means utilize the red x at the top right of your screen. All others, ejoy.
To Cardinal Archibald Masterson.
Your Eminence,
My name is Father Benedict. I am the priest of Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow in the 2nd district of my diocese. It is after much prayer and with a heavy heart that I write this letter. I fear I may no longer be able to fulfill my responsibilities to my congregation. I find myself compromised by one of my congregants.
Her name is Mary.
Mary comes to my rectory every Monday at 2 pm for counseling. And every Monday at 1:30 I pray to the Lord to give me strength. Mary is unlike any of my other congregants. I believe evil exists within her. The evil that has threatened mankind since Eden. Temptation. It is my duty to help her purge this evil from her soul yet I fear I am may not triumph for the Lord. Each Monday I feel some inner wall within me crumble a little more. Her words eroding my safeguards. 17 times she has come now. 17 Mondays I have sat and listened to her tell me about the deviant thoughts that torment her. 17 times I have endured her graphic confession of the desires that plague her dreams. By confessing she cleanses her soul. By confessing she makes herself stronger. By confessing she does not give in to her perverted needs. But by confessing she taints me. I feel it within my soul. These disgusting words have nestled in my brain. I hear her when she isn’t there. God help me that the images her words conjure do not disgust me. These wicked acts she describes do not repulse me as they should. I do not feel condemnation as I should. How then am I to lead her upon the path of righteousness?
Last Monday she came to me and I nearly yielded. She was seated across my desk as ever. She began her confession in the usual way I did not hear a word she said. I could do nothing but stare at the hem of her skirt. It was pressed tightly against her leg, just above the knee. I hardly could breathe looking at the spot where the black of her tight skirt met the creamy paleness of her thigh. I began salivating and was seized by a strong impulse to run my hand across that spot. The impulse was so real I could feel myself leaning forward when reason returned to me and I was able to wrench my mind away from that sordid fantasy.
I focused instead upon her words but they brought me no comfort. No distance from the vision I had just had. Her demon had brought forth in her a whole new torment for me. She told me about a new desire that had awoken within her. I know I am sinning as we speak my confessing this to you but I feel it is too much for my weak soul. I ask you Cardinal for help on how to guide this poor child of God.
She finds herself tormented by desire to have horrible things done to her. Things no decent woman would want. She tells me about these, things, and god help me she uses me as the example of her abuser. She always begins with “In my dream there was this man. Do you mind if I refer to him as you. I don’t mean it’s you in my dreams, but it will just be less confusing for me. Do you mind?” and then she cocks her head to the side and waits for my reply while her hair spills over her shoulder. The look is so innocent and non assuming that every time my voice catches in my throat and I feel a stir in my pants. I choke out “of course my child. If it is easier for you.” And then she launches into a tirade which though I know she is not speaking of me, I find that I can not separate myself from her fantasy. I see it from the perspective of the man she describes. I see myself doing these horrible things to her and god help me, I like it. I like thinking it is me tying her down. It is me telling her how wanton she is. Me beating her. I look at her creamy skin and I listen to her words and I can feel the smoothness of her rear as she bends over my lap. I can feel the sharp slap of her flesh as I bring my hand down. I can hear the crack of skin on skin. I bring my hand down again and again making her skin burn red. I feel the heat of the enflamed skin beneath my fingers. I pinch her rear and she squirms beneath me and the movement sends blood rushing to my pants. I pinch her again and she lets out a little squeal. I move my fingers between her legs and my fingers come away wet. She tells me sheis a salacious woman and needs to be punished for it.
I push her from my lap and she falls to the floor. She cries out but I do not bend down to help her up. Instead I order her to shut up and stand. She does so immediately. I ask her if she enjoyed herself. She looks at the floor and says No. Immediately I smack her across the face. The sting of my palm striking her cheek is so satisfying I feel it reverberating up my arm. She cries out. I grab her by the neck and turn her around, thrusting her at the wall. She hits it hard and begins crying. Her tears do not move me and truth be told they excite me all the more. I grab her again by her neck and press her against the wall, my legs forcing hers apart. I grab a vestment from my desk and tie it quickly around her wrists. I then loop the vestment over an iron cross affixed securely on the wall. She is held in place and can not move. She whimpers and whines and every sound brings forth new levels of excitement within me.
Oh God in Heaven! What is wrong with me? Cardinal I beg your forgiveness! I should smite the words I have written. Tear them and burn them but I think rather I will leave them as they are. Now you see how the evil that taints her has tainted my soul as well! I am lost! Please, your grace, please, I beg of you, instruct your lowly son. Show me the path for I am truly lost! Show me the way back to the Lord! Help me before it is too late!
Yours in the service of the Lord,
Father Benedict
To Cardinal Archibald Masterson.
Your Eminence,
My name is Father Benedict. I am the priest of Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow in the 2nd district of my diocese. It is after much prayer and with a heavy heart that I write this letter. I fear I may no longer be able to fulfill my responsibilities to my congregation. I find myself compromised by one of my congregants.
Her name is Mary.
Mary comes to my rectory every Monday at 2 pm for counseling. And every Monday at 1:30 I pray to the Lord to give me strength. Mary is unlike any of my other congregants. I believe evil exists within her. The evil that has threatened mankind since Eden. Temptation. It is my duty to help her purge this evil from her soul yet I fear I am may not triumph for the Lord. Each Monday I feel some inner wall within me crumble a little more. Her words eroding my safeguards. 17 times she has come now. 17 Mondays I have sat and listened to her tell me about the deviant thoughts that torment her. 17 times I have endured her graphic confession of the desires that plague her dreams. By confessing she cleanses her soul. By confessing she makes herself stronger. By confessing she does not give in to her perverted needs. But by confessing she taints me. I feel it within my soul. These disgusting words have nestled in my brain. I hear her when she isn’t there. God help me that the images her words conjure do not disgust me. These wicked acts she describes do not repulse me as they should. I do not feel condemnation as I should. How then am I to lead her upon the path of righteousness?
Last Monday she came to me and I nearly yielded. She was seated across my desk as ever. She began her confession in the usual way I did not hear a word she said. I could do nothing but stare at the hem of her skirt. It was pressed tightly against her leg, just above the knee. I hardly could breathe looking at the spot where the black of her tight skirt met the creamy paleness of her thigh. I began salivating and was seized by a strong impulse to run my hand across that spot. The impulse was so real I could feel myself leaning forward when reason returned to me and I was able to wrench my mind away from that sordid fantasy.
I focused instead upon her words but they brought me no comfort. No distance from the vision I had just had. Her demon had brought forth in her a whole new torment for me. She told me about a new desire that had awoken within her. I know I am sinning as we speak my confessing this to you but I feel it is too much for my weak soul. I ask you Cardinal for help on how to guide this poor child of God.
She finds herself tormented by desire to have horrible things done to her. Things no decent woman would want. She tells me about these, things, and god help me she uses me as the example of her abuser. She always begins with “In my dream there was this man. Do you mind if I refer to him as you. I don’t mean it’s you in my dreams, but it will just be less confusing for me. Do you mind?” and then she cocks her head to the side and waits for my reply while her hair spills over her shoulder. The look is so innocent and non assuming that every time my voice catches in my throat and I feel a stir in my pants. I choke out “of course my child. If it is easier for you.” And then she launches into a tirade which though I know she is not speaking of me, I find that I can not separate myself from her fantasy. I see it from the perspective of the man she describes. I see myself doing these horrible things to her and god help me, I like it. I like thinking it is me tying her down. It is me telling her how wanton she is. Me beating her. I look at her creamy skin and I listen to her words and I can feel the smoothness of her rear as she bends over my lap. I can feel the sharp slap of her flesh as I bring my hand down. I can hear the crack of skin on skin. I bring my hand down again and again making her skin burn red. I feel the heat of the enflamed skin beneath my fingers. I pinch her rear and she squirms beneath me and the movement sends blood rushing to my pants. I pinch her again and she lets out a little squeal. I move my fingers between her legs and my fingers come away wet. She tells me sheis a salacious woman and needs to be punished for it.
I push her from my lap and she falls to the floor. She cries out but I do not bend down to help her up. Instead I order her to shut up and stand. She does so immediately. I ask her if she enjoyed herself. She looks at the floor and says No. Immediately I smack her across the face. The sting of my palm striking her cheek is so satisfying I feel it reverberating up my arm. She cries out. I grab her by the neck and turn her around, thrusting her at the wall. She hits it hard and begins crying. Her tears do not move me and truth be told they excite me all the more. I grab her again by her neck and press her against the wall, my legs forcing hers apart. I grab a vestment from my desk and tie it quickly around her wrists. I then loop the vestment over an iron cross affixed securely on the wall. She is held in place and can not move. She whimpers and whines and every sound brings forth new levels of excitement within me.
Oh God in Heaven! What is wrong with me? Cardinal I beg your forgiveness! I should smite the words I have written. Tear them and burn them but I think rather I will leave them as they are. Now you see how the evil that taints her has tainted my soul as well! I am lost! Please, your grace, please, I beg of you, instruct your lowly son. Show me the path for I am truly lost! Show me the way back to the Lord! Help me before it is too late!
Yours in the service of the Lord,
Father Benedict
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Sunday Smut
Hey there kiddies. As I told you earlier in the week I bought a new bustier and garter. Well finally had it on long enough to take pictures. Here they are! Let me know what you think because even though I am a strong woman who doesn't need your validation, I still like it ;) Pics of the new strapon harness I picked up from Sam on Friday coming soon!
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Sunday Smut I want to fuck my friend...
I know I have been lacksidasical with my Sunday Smut. The Holidays have taken their toll. I will be returning to full on stories next Sunday I promise! In the meantime here is something I jotted down.
I have a confession to make. I want to fuck my friend. She shares a love of the flame so occasionally I get the pleasure of setting her on fire. I love watching the fire play across her skin. At first I am hesitant with the flame to ease her into the play but before long she is asking me for more. She wants the long burn. The deep burn. And oh the way she moans for it... It's usually at this time that my pervy little brain begins speeding up. Hearing her moaning for more my mind drifts to other ways to make her moan. I run my wand across her pert breasts and allow my other hand to extinguish the flame. I feel the way the barbell in her nipples heats up and I want more than anything in those moments to lean over and feel that heat with my tongue. To run my tongue languidly over her nipple and feel it harden in my mouth. I want to bite down and hear her breath catch. I want to be spread her legs and blow the hot flame onto her pussy. I want to reach out and feel the slickness between her legs that tells me she is enjoying herself. I want to barely touch her clit and see how she reacts. I want to brush her pussy so lightly that she pushes herself forward towards me, begging me with her body for more. I want to bury my head in between her legs and lick and suck until she screams and cums on my tongue. I don't want my fire to be the only thing that sets her off.
I have a confession to make. I want to fuck my friend. She shares a love of the flame so occasionally I get the pleasure of setting her on fire. I love watching the fire play across her skin. At first I am hesitant with the flame to ease her into the play but before long she is asking me for more. She wants the long burn. The deep burn. And oh the way she moans for it... It's usually at this time that my pervy little brain begins speeding up. Hearing her moaning for more my mind drifts to other ways to make her moan. I run my wand across her pert breasts and allow my other hand to extinguish the flame. I feel the way the barbell in her nipples heats up and I want more than anything in those moments to lean over and feel that heat with my tongue. To run my tongue languidly over her nipple and feel it harden in my mouth. I want to bite down and hear her breath catch. I want to be spread her legs and blow the hot flame onto her pussy. I want to reach out and feel the slickness between her legs that tells me she is enjoying herself. I want to barely touch her clit and see how she reacts. I want to brush her pussy so lightly that she pushes herself forward towards me, begging me with her body for more. I want to bury my head in between her legs and lick and suck until she screams and cums on my tongue. I don't want my fire to be the only thing that sets her off.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Sunday Smut....opps!
So it's Sunday and I am at your blog! I want my god damned SMUT!!!
Many appologies my rabid fans. Unfortunatly with the holidays being upon me I have not had a chance to work on my Smut. I will try to get it up next Sun though.
Tomorrow my sub is coming to work hard on my house. It will be the first big test. Making sure he is sure that he wants to work for me because I am going to wear his ass out. I am excited! I of course will keep you posted in my Julie/Julia theme.
But Keith is right, I need a Julia to my Julie.. Must steal pics of Tiny Bubbles!
Many appologies my rabid fans. Unfortunatly with the holidays being upon me I have not had a chance to work on my Smut. I will try to get it up next Sun though.
Tomorrow my sub is coming to work hard on my house. It will be the first big test. Making sure he is sure that he wants to work for me because I am going to wear his ass out. I am excited! I of course will keep you posted in my Julie/Julia theme.
But Keith is right, I need a Julia to my Julie.. Must steal pics of Tiny Bubbles!
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Sunday Smut Labyrinth Installment 4
Labyrinth Installment 4 (If you haven't read the first 3, check out the achieves!)
A dwarf was cutting up an apple with his knife. He sat on the stone floor leaning against 2 large intricately carved doors. The doors showed a mural depicting a beautiful woman with golden hair receiving the adoration of several dwarves. The dwarf on the floor seemed a living part of the mural, situated as he was at the woman’s feet. The dwarf took no notice of the mural and had eyes for nothing other than his apple which he cut large chunks from and shoved eagerly into his mouth. He took no notice of a clear bubble that floated through the window.
The bubble hovered beside the dwarf for a few seconds before drifting down to rest on the floor before the large double doors. The moment the bubble touched the floor it popped and in a rushing of material and feathers Jareth materialized.
The dwarf dropped his apple, knife still poking out from it, and jumped up. He grabbed his spear which he had propped up against the door and tried to stand at attention. Jareth could not suppress a small sneer. This dwarf reminded Jareth of another dwarf he had once known. A dwarf who had ruined his plans and helped Sarah escape his Labyrinth. From that day on Jareth had never been able to look at dwarves in quite the same way. They aroused anger in him. A shame that they were his sister’s subjects.
“Lord Jareth.” The dwarf guarding the double doors croaked. Small pieces of apple launched from his mouth as he spoke. At least Jareth was shielded from the flying debris when the dwarf bent his small body in half, attempting a lordly bow.
Jareth waved his hand dismissively. “I have come to see my sister.”
The dwarf jerked himself upright. “I’m, uh, sorry sir, but The Queen of the Dwarves is, uh, busy, yeah that’s it! She’s busy at the moment.” The dwarf was clearly trying to remember what he had been instructed to say. The prospect of discussing anything with the guard dwarf was absurd and Jareth merely brushed past him and pushed open the doors to his sister’s Throne Room.
Her Throne Room was the same as ever. The stone walls hung with red velvet. The floors were covered in brightly decorated thick plush rugs. On the rugs were little islands of pillows. Blue flames burned in braziers on either side of the room, filling it with a thin white veil of smoke. Jareth recognized it as Fairy Fire, the smoke of which could reach into minds and ensnare them, making them malleable to the force of will. Against the far wall was his sister on her throne. Though throne was hardly the term Jareth thought of when he gazed upon it.
Their mother had given a throne to each Jareth and Lilith when they had won their respective kingdoms. Each designed by their mother to best compliment her children. Jareth’s a marble curved throne, unfurling like a scroll. Lilith’s a jewel inlaid golden seat the exact color of her hair. Jareth loved his throne but Lilith had long since replaced her’s with one of her own design. Luxuriously upholstered in the deepest crimson and as big as a bed with another bed behind it, it looked like an oversized couch. Lilith had claimed to their mother that it was far more comfortable than the throne of gold for her to receive her subjects. And receive her subjects in it, she did. The throne could easily seat 10 dwarves side by side with their queen, though at the moment Jareth only saw 5 upon the throne. Or perhaps better stated, upon Lilith.
Lilith was laying naked flat on her back upon the throne. Scattered over her body Jareth saw 5 naked dwarf asses thrusting forward and back. It took Jareth a moment to discern what was happening. His sister seemed to be the epicenter of a dwarf cock storm. He could not see her face because there one dwarf was perched, his long fingers grasping his Queen’s hair while he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. He grunted on every other thrust. One dwarf appeared to be just sitting on her stomach but then he shifted slightly and Jareth could see he actually had his little penis stuck between Lilith’s breasts and was humping them breathlessly. Another sat beside Lilith and squeezed her tit’s together, tightly pinching her nipples while he rubbed his hard-on against her side. He looked as happy as he could be. Further down 2 dwarves were ass to ass while one pounded into her pussy while the other slammed her ass.
Jareth waited a moment but none of them seemed aware that he had entered. He raised his hand to his mouth and let out a small cough.
The quivering mass of flesh beneath the dwarves bodies stopped its movement. The dwarves themselves continued to slam into her as if they weren’t disturbed in the least by Jareth’s presence. Jareth hard a wet smack of lips and his sister’s face appeared beside a dwarf’s ass.
“Brother!” she said in surprise
“Sister.” Jareth replied flatly.
“What are you doing here?” She asked. She sounded genuinely happy to see him.
The dwarf next to her face began masturbating frantically, his cock still inches from her mouth. Lilith took no notice. Jareth rolled his eyes. “I came to discuss an issue of great importance. However I seem to have interrupted you during your gymnastics practice. I can return at another time if you would prefer.”
“Oh no need.” She clapped her hands and immediately the dwarves all ceased what their thumping. They climbed off of her and down from the throne and stood in a straight line with their hands behind their backs, naked except for their hats, their penis’s all standing straight out and shining slightly in the light from the torches. “I want to talk to my brother for a bit. I want those,” she pointed down the row at the dwarves erections “just as hard when you come back in here. Do you understand?”
“Yes my Lady.” The said in their gravely voices in unison. Then without another word they turned and rushed from the room.
Lilith reached behind her and grabbed a long scarf that she draped across her. The scarf did little to obscure her form. Jareth could still see every detail beneath the material. The curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, the rosy hard circles of her nipples, the golden tangle at the top of her legs. “Shall I wait while you dress?”
“Don’t be silly! I am dressed.” She said merrily as she secured a knot behind her neck and reclined back into a large pillow.
“I thought you might not be finished.” Jareth muttered.
“When did you become such a prude?” Lilith laughed. “You’ll never get Stacy…”
“Sarah” Jareth corrected.
“Sarah, Stacy, mortal, whatever.” Lilith rolled her eyes. “Anyway you will never get her if you don’t get a little creative. Perhaps if Stacy…”
Jareth laughed. “Is that what you were just doing with your subjects? Getting creative?”
Lilith sat up straight. As Jareth watched she arranged her face into one of complete innocence and said poured much dignity into her words “I make no excuses or apologies for my actions. I want what I want when I want it. I see nothing to be gained by waiting and denying my gratification. My good brother has shown me an exceptional example of that. Besides waiting is for lesser being. Not us.”
“Enough.” Jareth raised his hand and she fell silent. Immediately her face twisted into a scowl. Lilith had always envied him that power. It gave him the ability to always have the last word. Jareth smiled. “I did not come to discuss yours or my love lives.”
His sister crossed her arms in frustration. Jareth lowered his hand and immediately she retorted. “Then why are you here? Come just to ruin my day? Because you can go now if that was your intent. Mission accomplished.”
Jareth said calmly “I came because of your spy.”
A small blush appeared in Lilith’s cheeks. She uncrossed her arms and figited with a thread in her lap.“Opps!” She said. “You found her, didn’t you? Well I suppose I’m sorry.”
“Opps?” Jareth couldn’t believe her. “You broke the family truce. You risk war with my kingdom. You undermine me and plant a traitor in my realm, in my own castle, and all you can say for yourself is Opps?”
She smiled warmly. “And sorry don’t forget! I did say sorry. But in all fairness you were never supposed to find out about her. She was just supposed to slip into your little labyrinth, stay out of the way and then scurry on back here like the little mouse that she is. Where is she anyway?”
“You’re rat is caught in a trap at the moment.” Jareth said.
No outward sign of concern showed on her face. She just asked “Is she alright?”
“She’s being punished.” Jareth studied his sister as he spoke. “But she will survive. She may need some time to recover before she travels though.”
“Good.” His sister’s face was a mask. She was clearly trying to hide her relief. So the spy had been telling the truth. She meant something to his sister. That was interesting.
“Care to tell me why you placed someone in my castle to spy for you?” Jareth asked.
Lilith’s face broke and when she looked at him there was something like pity in her eyes. As if she felt sorry for him. Jareth searched her face for signs of insincerity but there was nothing. She smiled sadly and said “Oh my dear brother. I would never seek war with you. I did not break the family truce. I placed the spy within your walls but not out of animosity. I did it for the same reason mother has a spy in your castle. Because we are both worried about you.”
The scene flashed red and Jareth had to force himself to take a deep breath. He could not control his hands which began shaking slightly. Jareth had to reach deep within to muster the resolve to not scream his next words at his sister. “Pardon me. Did you say I have more spies in my realm?”
Lilith stood and reached out to Jareth taking his hands in hers. The moment she took his hand Jareth’s shaking ceased. He allowed her to steer him to the side of her throne next to her. “Just one more.” She said. Jareth could hear the truth in his sister’s voice.
Jareth could barely think. He had to wrench the word from his mouth. “Mother’s.”
Lilith gently pushed him down to sit on the edge of her throne. She sat down beside him still holding his hands gently. “Yes. Mother’s. And before you start formulating a plan to discover who the spy is, stop. You will never find their identity. You know that. Mother would have made sure of it. So there is no point in getting angry. No point in worrying over it.”
“I have been betrayed.” Jareth’s words were bitter. He did not see his sister raise her hand and was very surprised when she smacked him hard across the face. Jareth attempted to react but he felt his sister’s will holding him in his seat. He looked down at the hand she still held. He had been so shocked by his family’s betrayal he had allowed her to touch his skin. His sister’s powers were strongest when she could touch her victim. Jareth concentrated hard and was just able to tear his hand from hers. He felt the pressure cease immediately.
“Get a hold of yourself Jareth.” She said. “You haven’t been betrayed by anyone. Well not by your family in any case. We did it because we are worried about you Jareth. No other reason. We wanted to know what was wrong. You won’t talk to us. You aren’t yourself lately. You don’t attend balls. You never come round. You spend all your time pining over some mortal who’s humiliated you. You have stopped seeking a wife. You seem completely uninterested in siring an heir for your kingdom. Even you must admit that the old Jareth would have simply killed my Michelle and have done with it. Instead you, what? Dipped her in the bog? Stuck her in your oubliette?”
Her words cut Jareth. Each slicing him deeper and deeper. Through the pain of her statements he realized his sister had brought the conversation back to Michelle. She wanted to know what he had done to her. Lilith cared what became of the woman. Anger turned his blood cold. In that moment he wanted to hurt his sister. To make her experience some of the pain he was feeling. He conjured upon his fingertips a bubble. Jareth smiled bitterly and blew the bubble towards her.
It drifted gently close enough for Lilith to gaze into its depths. In the bubble she saw Michelle bent in half at the waist. Her head and shoulders were encased in a wooden stockade. Clumps of hair stuck out in matted chunks all over her head. Though you could not hear what was going on it was clear that she was screaming at the top of her lungs. Every few seconds she would seem to choke and struggle for breath. Jareth knew that the fumes of the Bog had overtaken her at these times. A barrel of ale had been placed under the woman’s stomach. Her torso rested uncomfortably upon it. Her dress was ripped and already very dirty but getting dirtier from the hands of the tall goblin who stood behind her grinding. Michelle let out a particularly vicious looking scream and the goblin laughed, and smacked her ass so hard it immediately brought up a bruise.
Lilith reached up and touched the image. It popped as if it were an ordinary bubble. For a moment pain showed clearly upon her face. Then it was gone and she turned, glared at her brother. “There was no need for all of that.”
Jareth spat “I disagree.”
Lilith waved her hand and persisted as if she hadn’t been disturbed by the vision. “Regardless you know what I said is true. Even if you don’t want to admit it. You need to think of the future. Not dwell in the past. Find someone new. Anyone. Any of the immortal court would give their teeth to be your bride. I know an elven princess from the Northern Realm. Or a nymphomaniac Duchess in my realm. For the love of your kingdom just let that girl go! She disgraces you. She humiliates you. Your subjects will never accept a mortal as your wife. What you seek is a fantasy. She can not rule by your side. She controls you. Everyone can see it but you. She calls and you jump. She has you on a string brother! Why can you not see it?”
Anger surged in Jareth. Part of him wanted to wrap his fingers around his sister’s throat and squeeze until he could no longer hear her voice. He stood up and walked away from her to lessen the temptation. Her words rang in his ears. Half formed thoughts floated across his mind. What does she… How could she… But still a small part of him heard the truth in her word. The longer he went without refuting her accusations the more weight they seemed to have.
Jareth was paralyzed by the confusing mixture of emotions he was experiencing. For the first time in his long life he did not know what to do or say.
Then a voice cut through his confused fog. A voice more precious to him than his jewels, or his castle, or even his kingdom.
“Jareth” Sarah’s voice filled Lilith’s throne room and reverberated off the walls.
“Ah.” Lilith voice was as cold as ice. “She commands your presence I see. Better get going then. Mustn’t keep her waiting.”
Her words aroused no anger in Jareth’s breast this time. Not when Sarah wanted him. Instead he smiled at his sister and said “Jealousy does not become you sister.” Then he disappeared leaving behind only a quick glimpse of a burst bubble.
“Nor does stupidity become you brother.” Lilith said. She reflected for a moment upon the sad state of affairs her brother found himself in. Then she sighed and clapped her hands.
The 5 dwarves returned to the room, running forward and standing in a line before her.
“You.” Lilith pointed at the dwarf who had been attending her breasts. “Michelle is being held in my brother’s bog. Go and bring her back to me.” Immediately the still naked dwarf turned and ran from the room.
“Would you like the rest of us M’lady?” the shortest of the dwarves asked her.
Lilith considered for a moment and then said “I suppose so.”
She reached behind her neck and pulled on the knotted material. It came loose and fell away as she lay back on the bed. The dwarves rubbed their hands together expectantly and then jumped on the bed.
Lilith’s last thought before 3 cocks filled her holes and distracted her was “Enjoy her my brother. You will find out soon enough.”
A dwarf was cutting up an apple with his knife. He sat on the stone floor leaning against 2 large intricately carved doors. The doors showed a mural depicting a beautiful woman with golden hair receiving the adoration of several dwarves. The dwarf on the floor seemed a living part of the mural, situated as he was at the woman’s feet. The dwarf took no notice of the mural and had eyes for nothing other than his apple which he cut large chunks from and shoved eagerly into his mouth. He took no notice of a clear bubble that floated through the window.
The bubble hovered beside the dwarf for a few seconds before drifting down to rest on the floor before the large double doors. The moment the bubble touched the floor it popped and in a rushing of material and feathers Jareth materialized.
The dwarf dropped his apple, knife still poking out from it, and jumped up. He grabbed his spear which he had propped up against the door and tried to stand at attention. Jareth could not suppress a small sneer. This dwarf reminded Jareth of another dwarf he had once known. A dwarf who had ruined his plans and helped Sarah escape his Labyrinth. From that day on Jareth had never been able to look at dwarves in quite the same way. They aroused anger in him. A shame that they were his sister’s subjects.
“Lord Jareth.” The dwarf guarding the double doors croaked. Small pieces of apple launched from his mouth as he spoke. At least Jareth was shielded from the flying debris when the dwarf bent his small body in half, attempting a lordly bow.
Jareth waved his hand dismissively. “I have come to see my sister.”
The dwarf jerked himself upright. “I’m, uh, sorry sir, but The Queen of the Dwarves is, uh, busy, yeah that’s it! She’s busy at the moment.” The dwarf was clearly trying to remember what he had been instructed to say. The prospect of discussing anything with the guard dwarf was absurd and Jareth merely brushed past him and pushed open the doors to his sister’s Throne Room.
Her Throne Room was the same as ever. The stone walls hung with red velvet. The floors were covered in brightly decorated thick plush rugs. On the rugs were little islands of pillows. Blue flames burned in braziers on either side of the room, filling it with a thin white veil of smoke. Jareth recognized it as Fairy Fire, the smoke of which could reach into minds and ensnare them, making them malleable to the force of will. Against the far wall was his sister on her throne. Though throne was hardly the term Jareth thought of when he gazed upon it.
Their mother had given a throne to each Jareth and Lilith when they had won their respective kingdoms. Each designed by their mother to best compliment her children. Jareth’s a marble curved throne, unfurling like a scroll. Lilith’s a jewel inlaid golden seat the exact color of her hair. Jareth loved his throne but Lilith had long since replaced her’s with one of her own design. Luxuriously upholstered in the deepest crimson and as big as a bed with another bed behind it, it looked like an oversized couch. Lilith had claimed to their mother that it was far more comfortable than the throne of gold for her to receive her subjects. And receive her subjects in it, she did. The throne could easily seat 10 dwarves side by side with their queen, though at the moment Jareth only saw 5 upon the throne. Or perhaps better stated, upon Lilith.
Lilith was laying naked flat on her back upon the throne. Scattered over her body Jareth saw 5 naked dwarf asses thrusting forward and back. It took Jareth a moment to discern what was happening. His sister seemed to be the epicenter of a dwarf cock storm. He could not see her face because there one dwarf was perched, his long fingers grasping his Queen’s hair while he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. He grunted on every other thrust. One dwarf appeared to be just sitting on her stomach but then he shifted slightly and Jareth could see he actually had his little penis stuck between Lilith’s breasts and was humping them breathlessly. Another sat beside Lilith and squeezed her tit’s together, tightly pinching her nipples while he rubbed his hard-on against her side. He looked as happy as he could be. Further down 2 dwarves were ass to ass while one pounded into her pussy while the other slammed her ass.
Jareth waited a moment but none of them seemed aware that he had entered. He raised his hand to his mouth and let out a small cough.
The quivering mass of flesh beneath the dwarves bodies stopped its movement. The dwarves themselves continued to slam into her as if they weren’t disturbed in the least by Jareth’s presence. Jareth hard a wet smack of lips and his sister’s face appeared beside a dwarf’s ass.
“Brother!” she said in surprise
“Sister.” Jareth replied flatly.
“What are you doing here?” She asked. She sounded genuinely happy to see him.
The dwarf next to her face began masturbating frantically, his cock still inches from her mouth. Lilith took no notice. Jareth rolled his eyes. “I came to discuss an issue of great importance. However I seem to have interrupted you during your gymnastics practice. I can return at another time if you would prefer.”
“Oh no need.” She clapped her hands and immediately the dwarves all ceased what their thumping. They climbed off of her and down from the throne and stood in a straight line with their hands behind their backs, naked except for their hats, their penis’s all standing straight out and shining slightly in the light from the torches. “I want to talk to my brother for a bit. I want those,” she pointed down the row at the dwarves erections “just as hard when you come back in here. Do you understand?”
“Yes my Lady.” The said in their gravely voices in unison. Then without another word they turned and rushed from the room.
Lilith reached behind her and grabbed a long scarf that she draped across her. The scarf did little to obscure her form. Jareth could still see every detail beneath the material. The curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, the rosy hard circles of her nipples, the golden tangle at the top of her legs. “Shall I wait while you dress?”
“Don’t be silly! I am dressed.” She said merrily as she secured a knot behind her neck and reclined back into a large pillow.
“I thought you might not be finished.” Jareth muttered.
“When did you become such a prude?” Lilith laughed. “You’ll never get Stacy…”
“Sarah” Jareth corrected.
“Sarah, Stacy, mortal, whatever.” Lilith rolled her eyes. “Anyway you will never get her if you don’t get a little creative. Perhaps if Stacy…”
Jareth laughed. “Is that what you were just doing with your subjects? Getting creative?”
Lilith sat up straight. As Jareth watched she arranged her face into one of complete innocence and said poured much dignity into her words “I make no excuses or apologies for my actions. I want what I want when I want it. I see nothing to be gained by waiting and denying my gratification. My good brother has shown me an exceptional example of that. Besides waiting is for lesser being. Not us.”
“Enough.” Jareth raised his hand and she fell silent. Immediately her face twisted into a scowl. Lilith had always envied him that power. It gave him the ability to always have the last word. Jareth smiled. “I did not come to discuss yours or my love lives.”
His sister crossed her arms in frustration. Jareth lowered his hand and immediately she retorted. “Then why are you here? Come just to ruin my day? Because you can go now if that was your intent. Mission accomplished.”
Jareth said calmly “I came because of your spy.”
A small blush appeared in Lilith’s cheeks. She uncrossed her arms and figited with a thread in her lap.“Opps!” She said. “You found her, didn’t you? Well I suppose I’m sorry.”
“Opps?” Jareth couldn’t believe her. “You broke the family truce. You risk war with my kingdom. You undermine me and plant a traitor in my realm, in my own castle, and all you can say for yourself is Opps?”
She smiled warmly. “And sorry don’t forget! I did say sorry. But in all fairness you were never supposed to find out about her. She was just supposed to slip into your little labyrinth, stay out of the way and then scurry on back here like the little mouse that she is. Where is she anyway?”
“You’re rat is caught in a trap at the moment.” Jareth said.
No outward sign of concern showed on her face. She just asked “Is she alright?”
“She’s being punished.” Jareth studied his sister as he spoke. “But she will survive. She may need some time to recover before she travels though.”
“Good.” His sister’s face was a mask. She was clearly trying to hide her relief. So the spy had been telling the truth. She meant something to his sister. That was interesting.
“Care to tell me why you placed someone in my castle to spy for you?” Jareth asked.
Lilith’s face broke and when she looked at him there was something like pity in her eyes. As if she felt sorry for him. Jareth searched her face for signs of insincerity but there was nothing. She smiled sadly and said “Oh my dear brother. I would never seek war with you. I did not break the family truce. I placed the spy within your walls but not out of animosity. I did it for the same reason mother has a spy in your castle. Because we are both worried about you.”
The scene flashed red and Jareth had to force himself to take a deep breath. He could not control his hands which began shaking slightly. Jareth had to reach deep within to muster the resolve to not scream his next words at his sister. “Pardon me. Did you say I have more spies in my realm?”
Lilith stood and reached out to Jareth taking his hands in hers. The moment she took his hand Jareth’s shaking ceased. He allowed her to steer him to the side of her throne next to her. “Just one more.” She said. Jareth could hear the truth in his sister’s voice.
Jareth could barely think. He had to wrench the word from his mouth. “Mother’s.”
Lilith gently pushed him down to sit on the edge of her throne. She sat down beside him still holding his hands gently. “Yes. Mother’s. And before you start formulating a plan to discover who the spy is, stop. You will never find their identity. You know that. Mother would have made sure of it. So there is no point in getting angry. No point in worrying over it.”
“I have been betrayed.” Jareth’s words were bitter. He did not see his sister raise her hand and was very surprised when she smacked him hard across the face. Jareth attempted to react but he felt his sister’s will holding him in his seat. He looked down at the hand she still held. He had been so shocked by his family’s betrayal he had allowed her to touch his skin. His sister’s powers were strongest when she could touch her victim. Jareth concentrated hard and was just able to tear his hand from hers. He felt the pressure cease immediately.
“Get a hold of yourself Jareth.” She said. “You haven’t been betrayed by anyone. Well not by your family in any case. We did it because we are worried about you Jareth. No other reason. We wanted to know what was wrong. You won’t talk to us. You aren’t yourself lately. You don’t attend balls. You never come round. You spend all your time pining over some mortal who’s humiliated you. You have stopped seeking a wife. You seem completely uninterested in siring an heir for your kingdom. Even you must admit that the old Jareth would have simply killed my Michelle and have done with it. Instead you, what? Dipped her in the bog? Stuck her in your oubliette?”
Her words cut Jareth. Each slicing him deeper and deeper. Through the pain of her statements he realized his sister had brought the conversation back to Michelle. She wanted to know what he had done to her. Lilith cared what became of the woman. Anger turned his blood cold. In that moment he wanted to hurt his sister. To make her experience some of the pain he was feeling. He conjured upon his fingertips a bubble. Jareth smiled bitterly and blew the bubble towards her.
It drifted gently close enough for Lilith to gaze into its depths. In the bubble she saw Michelle bent in half at the waist. Her head and shoulders were encased in a wooden stockade. Clumps of hair stuck out in matted chunks all over her head. Though you could not hear what was going on it was clear that she was screaming at the top of her lungs. Every few seconds she would seem to choke and struggle for breath. Jareth knew that the fumes of the Bog had overtaken her at these times. A barrel of ale had been placed under the woman’s stomach. Her torso rested uncomfortably upon it. Her dress was ripped and already very dirty but getting dirtier from the hands of the tall goblin who stood behind her grinding. Michelle let out a particularly vicious looking scream and the goblin laughed, and smacked her ass so hard it immediately brought up a bruise.
Lilith reached up and touched the image. It popped as if it were an ordinary bubble. For a moment pain showed clearly upon her face. Then it was gone and she turned, glared at her brother. “There was no need for all of that.”
Jareth spat “I disagree.”
Lilith waved her hand and persisted as if she hadn’t been disturbed by the vision. “Regardless you know what I said is true. Even if you don’t want to admit it. You need to think of the future. Not dwell in the past. Find someone new. Anyone. Any of the immortal court would give their teeth to be your bride. I know an elven princess from the Northern Realm. Or a nymphomaniac Duchess in my realm. For the love of your kingdom just let that girl go! She disgraces you. She humiliates you. Your subjects will never accept a mortal as your wife. What you seek is a fantasy. She can not rule by your side. She controls you. Everyone can see it but you. She calls and you jump. She has you on a string brother! Why can you not see it?”
Anger surged in Jareth. Part of him wanted to wrap his fingers around his sister’s throat and squeeze until he could no longer hear her voice. He stood up and walked away from her to lessen the temptation. Her words rang in his ears. Half formed thoughts floated across his mind. What does she… How could she… But still a small part of him heard the truth in her word. The longer he went without refuting her accusations the more weight they seemed to have.
Jareth was paralyzed by the confusing mixture of emotions he was experiencing. For the first time in his long life he did not know what to do or say.
Then a voice cut through his confused fog. A voice more precious to him than his jewels, or his castle, or even his kingdom.
“Jareth” Sarah’s voice filled Lilith’s throne room and reverberated off the walls.
“Ah.” Lilith voice was as cold as ice. “She commands your presence I see. Better get going then. Mustn’t keep her waiting.”
Her words aroused no anger in Jareth’s breast this time. Not when Sarah wanted him. Instead he smiled at his sister and said “Jealousy does not become you sister.” Then he disappeared leaving behind only a quick glimpse of a burst bubble.
“Nor does stupidity become you brother.” Lilith said. She reflected for a moment upon the sad state of affairs her brother found himself in. Then she sighed and clapped her hands.
The 5 dwarves returned to the room, running forward and standing in a line before her.
“You.” Lilith pointed at the dwarf who had been attending her breasts. “Michelle is being held in my brother’s bog. Go and bring her back to me.” Immediately the still naked dwarf turned and ran from the room.
“Would you like the rest of us M’lady?” the shortest of the dwarves asked her.
Lilith considered for a moment and then said “I suppose so.”
She reached behind her neck and pulled on the knotted material. It came loose and fell away as she lay back on the bed. The dwarves rubbed their hands together expectantly and then jumped on the bed.
Lilith’s last thought before 3 cocks filled her holes and distracted her was “Enjoy her my brother. You will find out soon enough.”
Monday, December 7, 2009
Sunday Smut
A word on my stories. Just an fyi that some of these don't just contain sex scenes but scenes that deal with many different types of sex acts including some rather extreme stuff. You have been warned!
I will also be posting smut on Sundays so I hope you tune in religiously every Sunday!
Kisses!
I will also be posting smut on Sundays so I hope you tune in religiously every Sunday!
Kisses!
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Labyrinth FanFic Installment 3 Sunday Smut! NSFW
A knock resonated through the Throne Room.
Jareth answered it with a commanding “Enter.”
Two goblins entered frog marching a human girl between them. The goblins armor made a cacophony of metallic chinks and clunks as they marched. In their hands they clutched short staffs topped by sharp lethal spikes. The goblins themselves might have been comical with their oversized armor and mismatched weaponry but Jareth knew better. Goblins by nature were vicious, barbaric creatures prone to drunkenness and fits of rage. It made ruling over their species tedious, with the endless bickering and in-fighting. But Jareth endured all the headaches. The benefits of his subjects’ obedience far outweighed any annoyances Jareth might be forced to endure. Goblins men were fierce fighters that never questioned or disobeyed an order. Their loyalty was absolute. The women made able and energetic servants and served Jareth in most aspects of his life. Goblins themselves had no magic save one ability. They could hear wishes. Jareth had made ample use of their one talent over the years. Goblins were extremely susceptible to magic. In particular, his, magic. Jareth smiled to himself as these two approached his throne. Their armor continuing to creak and groan until the goblins came to a halt grabbing the girl roughly by the arm and forcing her to stop as well.
“The 4th maid of the chambers as you requested M’Lord.” The goblin to Jareth’s right heralded. His oversized lips making the goblin’s words come out soft and babyish.
“Yes, yes.” Jareth said waving his hand. “You may leave.”
The goblins quickly turned and double time marched from the room.
“All of you.” Jareth commanded. From every corner of the room there were hushed whispers and the sounds of small bodies shuffling. The noise ended abruptly with the sound of a small door shutting.
Sitting on his throne Jareth regarded the girl. Though girl was hardly the right term. Without the wig up close she looked at least 20 years older. He couldn’t believe he had been fooled. When first he realized the maid’s duplicity he had thought the girl might have tricked him with a minor glamour or a charm but one look at her and it was easy to surmise that the maid had no more magic than his subjects. Was it simply his own desire that had fooled his eyes? It was possible, Jareth concluded, but not probable.
The maid stood head bowed, eyes appropriately downcast. Her expression full of anxiety. Jareth studied the woman. Her hands fidgeted with her apron. He saw the crease on her forehead. The tilt of her head. She exuded nervous energy. It really was quite convincing. However Jareth could just make out the ever so slight smile at the corners of mouth. Had her life taken a different course Jareth had no difficulty in imagining her upon the stage and he her patron.
So apparently she was pleased with herself. Perhaps she though he had called her here to apologize. To grovel before her and beg her for absolution. In that little glint of a smile Jareth could see her plan laid out before her. It disturbed him that this woman had a plan at all. She was supposed to be a maid. Who was she?
“What is your name?” Jareth asked. His eyes continued to roam across her form.
The maid hesitated ever so slightly before answering. The effect was wasted upon Jareth. He heard the deliberateness of that hesitation. “Maggie sire.” Her voice quavered delicately.
“Don’t lie to me.” Jareth warned her.
“S..sire?” The maid seemed confused.
“What is your name?” Jareth asked again.
“I’m sorry sire. I told you. Me names Maggie.” The confusion in her voice was so genuine as was the gentle tremble of her chin. Jareth felt it tug at his heart. So she wasn’t just some scheming maid. She was a skilled liar indeed.
Jareth let out a sigh. “And I told you. You are lying.”
“I’m not m’lord. Me name’s Maggie. On me mother’s bones sire.”
“If you insist, Maggie, but I will hold you to that oath.” Jareth saw fear cloud the maid’s eyes but the next instant they were clear again. “Maggie, I have a problem.” Jareth said.
The maid’s eyes darted towards his face for a fraction of a second. “What’s that m’lord?”
“I have come across a situation that I simply don’t know how to handle. I’ve been mulling it over all day and I just can’t figure it out. I was hoping you might help me.”
The maids face shifted from innocent confusion to bewilderment. Almost rehearsed. “Me, sire?”
“Yes, you Maggie. You’re good at helping people when they need it, aren’t you?” Jareth tilted his head slightly to the side and smiled at the maid.
The maid stammered “I.. I try, m’lord.”
Jareth sank back into his throne. He threw an arm over one side of the giant curved arm of the throne and he let his leg dangle over the other side. “Oh you need not convince me of that. I know how very… helpful… you can be.” He laid delicate emphasis on the word ‘helpful’. The maid’s gaze followed the line of his body, flashing hungrily when her eyes rested on his crotch. “Which is, of course, why I wanted your opinion.”
This time true confusion showed plainly upon the maid’s face.
Jareth pushed himself up from his throne and approached the maid. “You see, I have been deceived.”
“Deceived?” The maid seemed to have blurted it out without thinking because for a brief second she looked angry with herself. But in a flash her face was rearranged into a somber and curious expression. “I mean. Deceived sire?
So she had a script and she hadn’t stuck to it. That was interesting. Jareth had closed the distance between them and began walking in a slow deliberate circle around her.
“Yes, deceived, dear… Maggie. See I try to be a just and fair ruler, not only to the goblins in my charge, but also the humans whom I allow so graciously to live within my kingdom. I want them to feel like the realm of the Labyrinth is their home. That they are safe within its walls. I want them to feel like I keep them safe. I want every subject to feel a personal connection to me. I want to be more than just their King, Lord and Master. I want to be their protector too. That each night they sleep easy because they feel my presence, my arms, wrapped around them, making sure that no harm befalls them.” As he described the sensations he focused upon the maid so that she might feel what he was describing. “I want them to hear my voice whispering in their ears telling them ‘You are safe.’” She had felt his arms around her, his breath on her ear. “Do you know what I mean?” Jareth came to a halt before the maid. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were slightly out of focus. After a lingering second the maid shook her head and her eyes cleared.
“I uh..I do…sire.” The maid said. Her tone was not that of a girl coming out of the light trance Jareth had wound through her brain with his words. Her tone was that of a soldier who had been caught neglecting their duties. How interesting. What had he caught? He could see her muscles were rigid. She would fight his influence and resist his trance. But she was too slow to hide her weakness from him. Jareth had already seen her undoing. Her desire. The unformed wish upon her lips. He had power over her and her flimsy will would not stand before him. He began circling her again.
“You see… Maggie, how hard I try. You see how my every thought and every action are for no other purpose than to protect my subjects. It is difficult. A life full of unfulfillment. A life of denying my wants and my desires for the sake of others. A life of loneliness and longing. To forever be tormented by that which is just beyond your fingertips. I know you understand me. I know you understand longing. I feel it within you.”
Jareth poured more than enough power into his words. This time when he stopped in front of her, her eyes remained slightly out of focus and her mouth hung limp. Jareth waved his hand in front of the woman’s face. Her eyes remained relaxed and unfocused. Jareth regarded the woman. She had made an effort to fight his magic. That took special training.
“Tell me your name.” Jareth commanded.
Without hesitation the maid said “Michelle.”
“Who do you work for Michelle?” Jareth asked. Discovering a spy within his castle walls was disconcerting but Jareth had many enemies. He must know who had been able to slip this past his watch.
“Lilith.” Michelle said. The words came out thickly, as if her tongue had fought revealing the truth even if her brain was his.
“Show me your wrist.” Jareth commanded. Michelle held her hand up. Jareth grabbed the sleeve of her dress and yanked it roughly down revealing the inside of her wrist. There, raised from the skin, was a small spiral brand. Jareth ran his finger slowly over the scarred skin.
“Ahh. And did you report our last encounter to her?” Jareth was both relieved and annoyed by this turn of events.
The girl’s voice was as distant as her eyes. “No.”
“Good. That makes things much simpler.” Jareth said and he clapped his hands. The woman blinked her eyes trying to bring them back into focus. At the same moment the Throne Room’s doors pushed open and the two goblin guards rushed in resuming their positions on either side of the woman. Jareth turned from the woman and returned to his throne. The woman blinked her eyes a few more times and closed her mouth as if she had just become aware that it was hanging open. After a second her eyes began darting around the room suspiciously. She knew something had happened but she didn’t know what. She could not remember. Jareth’s trance had been too strong.
Jareth smiled languorously at the woman as he seated himself. “You have proven most helpful Michelle.” At the mention of her name fear was plainly readable upon her face.
“S.sire?”
Jareth held up his hand. “Spare me your act. You have been caught. I will not kill you. It’s not worth the headache Lilith would inflict upon me. However I do not suffer spies in my land. Even if they are my sister’s property.” Jareth clapped his hands again and the goblins grabbed each of her arms. Michelle struggled to throw off the goblins hands, but they held her firm in their vice-like grip.
Jareth stood and walked to the balcony window that overlooked his kingdom. The goblin guards dragged the woman behind him. She began resisting, trying to pull away from her captors but their hands were like iron and could not be budged.
Jareth raised his hands to the world beyond his window and the world fell silent. The goblins below felt his influence. They stopped what they were doing and gazed upwards at their King. Once the square below his window fell still Jareth addressed his subjects.
“This woman,” Jareth reached behind him and grabbed the woman by her hair pulling her forward. The goblins released her but stayed immediately behind her. Once her arms were released she began grasping at her hair where Jareth held it firm. Jareth continued “has been discovered to be a spy.”
Below him the crowd of goblins jeered. Goblins especially hated disloyalty.
“She seeks to undermine our kingdom and destabilize my throne.” Jareth paused to allow his words to permeate the crowd. Anger quickly rose to the surface. The goblins grew louder in their indignation. Jareth heard one yell ‘Gut her!’ and another screamed ‘Rip her arms off!’. A few brandished what they were holding: brooms, sticks, a cat.
Jareth continued “I have decided to be merciful and spare her life.” As one the goblins groaned showing their displeasure. There was very little they liked more than a good execution. Jareth raised his free hand again and the crowd’s disappointment quieted. “No death would be too easy a punishment. To quickly finished. Instead I have decided upon torture.”
Below him the goblins screamed in delight. Jareth pushed the woman back into the goblin guards standing behind her. They grabbed her before she had time to struggle. Jareth bent down and pulled from his boot a dagger. He straightened up and held it above his head. The light reflected off the blade and the crowd yelled in excitement. Jareth turned to face the spy. Her eyes darted between his face and the dagger’s blade. She no longer fought the guards holding her tight. The sight of the blade had paralyzed her. She had obviously been threatened with a knife before. She began stammering “You…you..you pr..prom..promised..Youu…”
Jareth took a step forward and rested the tip of the blade on her lips. “Shhhh..” Jareth was mere inches from her. He could feel her whole form quivering. He looked deeply into her eyes, her pupils wide with terror. Jareth breathed her terror in and felt it strengthening him. With a wicked smile he moved the dagger from her lips to her chest, pressing the point of the blade into her skin. He pressed only for her to feel the pressure. It was not her skin he sought to cut. In a quick, fluid motion Jareth brought the dagger down. Plunging it down the length of her body. He moved too fast for her to see. Instead she had felt the sensation as the blade cut through every layer of clothing she had on. She felt the tip of the blade pressing into her skin just before the point of cutting, dragging down between her breasts, the length of her stomach, and past her swollen pussy. Jareth’s blade had plunged all the way to the floor leaving no part of her clothing connected. Her dress fell open, exposing her entire front to the gaping crowd of goblins below who cheered, screeched, and wolf whistled.
“Strip her.” Jareth commanded. Roughly the goblin guards yanked on her sleeves and the remnants of her dress fell to the floor. Jareth watched Michelle blush from head to toe as she tried in vain to cross her legs and cover her breasts with her hands. Jareth raised his hand towards her, fingertips together. As Jareth spread his fingertips the limbs of Michelle’s body began spreading and straightening. Michelle screamed as the invisible bonds stretched her tight while the vines that clung to the side of the castle began to grow towards her. Jareth willed the vines to ensnare her wrists and ankles. The vines continued to grow until their stalks were thick and tough as leather.
Jareth dropped his hand and admired his handiwork. The vines held Michelle stretched across the entire arched window. Her arms secure against the marble arch and her feet spread wide across the 4’ base of the window. Below the goblins surged with fresh enthusiasm. Even those across the square could see the slit between her spread legs.
Michelle’s skin began blotching bright red across her face and stomach. In her humiliation her entire breast had turned the most marvelous shade of magenta. Jareth slapped her tit. She cried out and the crowd’s excitement swelled again. Jareth watched where he had smacked turn white and then burn an even brighter red.
“You know, something isn’t quite right.” Jareth said as he raised his hand to the level of her eyes. Resting lightly on his fingertips was a bubble. Michelle raised her eyes and tried to look at the bubble but before she could clearly see the image within Jareth had dropped it at her feet. It smashed on the rock floor like glass. The fractured bubble did not dissolve into mist but remained jagged splinters on the rock. However most were obscured by the deep brunette wig that now lay upon the floor. Jareth bent down and picked up the wig. He then placed it gently on her head. Her eyes remained locked on him as he straightened the wig and tucked her blonde hair in. When he finished he said “There. You have no idea how cathartic this will be for me.” He smiled and then quickly climbed between her arm and leg to stand behind her.
Jareth extended his hand and a bubble fell lightly into his palm. Jareth closed his hand around the bubble and it transformed. Lengthening into a heavy leather flogger. Jareth hefted the flogger and began bringing its’ falls down across her back and ass. She screamed and tried to throw herself forward, away from the stinging leather but the vines held her tight. There was no escape. Jareth let the falls rain down until her back was as red as her front.
Jareth stepped into her body and ran his hand along her back, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. He spoke into her ear “This is only the beginning.” He then stepped back from her and squeezed the handle of the flogger. Immediately the flays stiffened and came together. They wound themselves and lengthened until they formed a 4’ long bullwhip. Jareth took a few more steps backward and without remorse let the whips tip bite across her back, bringing up red welts. Where his whip marks overlapped the redness of the skin took on a wetter sheen and streaks of red began following the whip. Each time the lash fell Michelle screamed with fresh pain. And each scream brought forth a cheer from the goblins. They were salivating in the sight of the human woman being whipped. Every time Jareth brought down the single tail the woman’s whole body took the impact causing her chest to lunge and her breasts bounced constantly. They loved how helpless she was to keep the lash from coming up between her legs, striking at her unprotected pussy. They cheered and screamed and stomped their approval.
Jareth continued to squeeze the handle and the instrument he was holding would begin to squirm in his hand until it took on another shape: A paddle, a cane, a ruler, rope. He brought down each instrument with acute precision. Again and again and again until Michelle stopped resisting. Until she hung limply from the vines. Only then did Jareth let the whip fall from his hand. It dissolved into mist before it hit the floor.
Jareth climbed back from her limp arms to stand in front of her. He faced his subjects who continued their tumultuous approval. Jareth yelled above the chaos “And thus to all spies in my kingdom.” The crowd went wild.
Jareth turned back to Michelle. When he had stopped she had hung loosely by the vines. Now she was unsteadily supported by her feet. To Jareth’s surprise she raised her head. Jareth could tell it took most of her strength but she held her head high and looked him directly in the face.
“You have had your fun.” Her voice trembled slightly from the beating she just received but it was stronger than Jareth would have imagined possible. “You don’t dare kill me. So send me back to you sister so I can tell her what you did to me, yesterday AND today.”
Jareth laughed and his laughter felt like nails raking across all the fresh wounds upon her back. “Ahh.” Jareth said, the laughter clearly evident in his voice. “The arrogance of humanity. You think that my sister will care what I have done to you. She will not.” To illustrate his point Jareth punched the woman in the stomach. Her body lurched forward. This time it took her a minute to regain her unsteady footing.
Jareth was surprised to hear a choked laugh coming from the woman. “She will. Do you think that you are the only one I tricked into my bed. You assume I am nothing but a spy to your sister. But you’re wrong. So send me back and let me tell her what you have done.”
Jareth laughed at the defiant look on her face half covered by the wig that had come loose and had shifted. Jareth reached out and pulled the wig free and let it drop. It dissolved into mist as it touched the floor. He then ran his finger along Michelle’s chin. “Oh Michelle. You assume I am done with you.”
Jareth turned back to his subjects who had grown restless during their exchange. “The spy will be taken from here to the Bog of Eternal Stench. She will be there shackled in the stockade and available for use by all loyal to their King. Let’s show her what we do to spies in the Labyrinth, shall we?”
The goblins went into hysterics, shrieking, throwing themselves and others around. They threw what they were holding in the air in jubilation. Spears, bread and chickens rained down upon the crowd now surging towards the eastern gate which led to the Bog.
Jareth clapped his hands and the two guard goblins reappeared on either side of the woman. They clamped their hands on her arms and Jareth waved his hands. The vines released her and began retreating. The woman’s face showed her shock.
“You..You wouldn’t dare.”
Jareth simply smiled as the guards turned her away from him. She began struggling and the guards began pulling her from the Throne Room. Jareth watched as she screamed and cursed him, trying to throw off the goblin’s hands. Jareth waved his hand and her scream ceased.
“Save your voice. You’ll need it. The boys love a good screamer, don’t you boys?” Jareth asked the goblin guards. They began chuckling darkly by way of answer.
Tears poured down the woman’s cheeks as she continued to struggle mutely. Jareth studied her for a moment. “Take her.” He said as he walked passed her to his throne.
The goblins began dragging the thrashing woman away. Just before they reached the door Jareth said “And boys. Make sure you tell the lads that she likes it rough. Trust me.”
The guards chuckled again and then pulled her from the room. Jareth saw her body buck one last time before she was pulled out of sight. Once the door closed Jareth released her and he heard her screams growing fainter and fainter as she was removed from the castle.
When at last her screams died out Jareth sat on his throne. He took a deep breath. Above him Jareth heard a muffled shuffle. With slight annoyance he called out “Come out, come out, wherever you are.” All around him was a flurry of movement as small goblins crowded back into the room. They returned to their usual positions and quickly the room was filled with their din. Jareth was in no mood for his subjects antics at the moment though. He stood up. Immediately one of the goblins asked him “Where are you going sire?”
Jareth sighed. “To see my sister.” And he disappeared.
Jareth answered it with a commanding “Enter.”
Two goblins entered frog marching a human girl between them. The goblins armor made a cacophony of metallic chinks and clunks as they marched. In their hands they clutched short staffs topped by sharp lethal spikes. The goblins themselves might have been comical with their oversized armor and mismatched weaponry but Jareth knew better. Goblins by nature were vicious, barbaric creatures prone to drunkenness and fits of rage. It made ruling over their species tedious, with the endless bickering and in-fighting. But Jareth endured all the headaches. The benefits of his subjects’ obedience far outweighed any annoyances Jareth might be forced to endure. Goblins men were fierce fighters that never questioned or disobeyed an order. Their loyalty was absolute. The women made able and energetic servants and served Jareth in most aspects of his life. Goblins themselves had no magic save one ability. They could hear wishes. Jareth had made ample use of their one talent over the years. Goblins were extremely susceptible to magic. In particular, his, magic. Jareth smiled to himself as these two approached his throne. Their armor continuing to creak and groan until the goblins came to a halt grabbing the girl roughly by the arm and forcing her to stop as well.
“The 4th maid of the chambers as you requested M’Lord.” The goblin to Jareth’s right heralded. His oversized lips making the goblin’s words come out soft and babyish.
“Yes, yes.” Jareth said waving his hand. “You may leave.”
The goblins quickly turned and double time marched from the room.
“All of you.” Jareth commanded. From every corner of the room there were hushed whispers and the sounds of small bodies shuffling. The noise ended abruptly with the sound of a small door shutting.
Sitting on his throne Jareth regarded the girl. Though girl was hardly the right term. Without the wig up close she looked at least 20 years older. He couldn’t believe he had been fooled. When first he realized the maid’s duplicity he had thought the girl might have tricked him with a minor glamour or a charm but one look at her and it was easy to surmise that the maid had no more magic than his subjects. Was it simply his own desire that had fooled his eyes? It was possible, Jareth concluded, but not probable.
The maid stood head bowed, eyes appropriately downcast. Her expression full of anxiety. Jareth studied the woman. Her hands fidgeted with her apron. He saw the crease on her forehead. The tilt of her head. She exuded nervous energy. It really was quite convincing. However Jareth could just make out the ever so slight smile at the corners of mouth. Had her life taken a different course Jareth had no difficulty in imagining her upon the stage and he her patron.
So apparently she was pleased with herself. Perhaps she though he had called her here to apologize. To grovel before her and beg her for absolution. In that little glint of a smile Jareth could see her plan laid out before her. It disturbed him that this woman had a plan at all. She was supposed to be a maid. Who was she?
“What is your name?” Jareth asked. His eyes continued to roam across her form.
The maid hesitated ever so slightly before answering. The effect was wasted upon Jareth. He heard the deliberateness of that hesitation. “Maggie sire.” Her voice quavered delicately.
“Don’t lie to me.” Jareth warned her.
“S..sire?” The maid seemed confused.
“What is your name?” Jareth asked again.
“I’m sorry sire. I told you. Me names Maggie.” The confusion in her voice was so genuine as was the gentle tremble of her chin. Jareth felt it tug at his heart. So she wasn’t just some scheming maid. She was a skilled liar indeed.
Jareth let out a sigh. “And I told you. You are lying.”
“I’m not m’lord. Me name’s Maggie. On me mother’s bones sire.”
“If you insist, Maggie, but I will hold you to that oath.” Jareth saw fear cloud the maid’s eyes but the next instant they were clear again. “Maggie, I have a problem.” Jareth said.
The maid’s eyes darted towards his face for a fraction of a second. “What’s that m’lord?”
“I have come across a situation that I simply don’t know how to handle. I’ve been mulling it over all day and I just can’t figure it out. I was hoping you might help me.”
The maids face shifted from innocent confusion to bewilderment. Almost rehearsed. “Me, sire?”
“Yes, you Maggie. You’re good at helping people when they need it, aren’t you?” Jareth tilted his head slightly to the side and smiled at the maid.
The maid stammered “I.. I try, m’lord.”
Jareth sank back into his throne. He threw an arm over one side of the giant curved arm of the throne and he let his leg dangle over the other side. “Oh you need not convince me of that. I know how very… helpful… you can be.” He laid delicate emphasis on the word ‘helpful’. The maid’s gaze followed the line of his body, flashing hungrily when her eyes rested on his crotch. “Which is, of course, why I wanted your opinion.”
This time true confusion showed plainly upon the maid’s face.
Jareth pushed himself up from his throne and approached the maid. “You see, I have been deceived.”
“Deceived?” The maid seemed to have blurted it out without thinking because for a brief second she looked angry with herself. But in a flash her face was rearranged into a somber and curious expression. “I mean. Deceived sire?
So she had a script and she hadn’t stuck to it. That was interesting. Jareth had closed the distance between them and began walking in a slow deliberate circle around her.
“Yes, deceived, dear… Maggie. See I try to be a just and fair ruler, not only to the goblins in my charge, but also the humans whom I allow so graciously to live within my kingdom. I want them to feel like the realm of the Labyrinth is their home. That they are safe within its walls. I want them to feel like I keep them safe. I want every subject to feel a personal connection to me. I want to be more than just their King, Lord and Master. I want to be their protector too. That each night they sleep easy because they feel my presence, my arms, wrapped around them, making sure that no harm befalls them.” As he described the sensations he focused upon the maid so that she might feel what he was describing. “I want them to hear my voice whispering in their ears telling them ‘You are safe.’” She had felt his arms around her, his breath on her ear. “Do you know what I mean?” Jareth came to a halt before the maid. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were slightly out of focus. After a lingering second the maid shook her head and her eyes cleared.
“I uh..I do…sire.” The maid said. Her tone was not that of a girl coming out of the light trance Jareth had wound through her brain with his words. Her tone was that of a soldier who had been caught neglecting their duties. How interesting. What had he caught? He could see her muscles were rigid. She would fight his influence and resist his trance. But she was too slow to hide her weakness from him. Jareth had already seen her undoing. Her desire. The unformed wish upon her lips. He had power over her and her flimsy will would not stand before him. He began circling her again.
“You see… Maggie, how hard I try. You see how my every thought and every action are for no other purpose than to protect my subjects. It is difficult. A life full of unfulfillment. A life of denying my wants and my desires for the sake of others. A life of loneliness and longing. To forever be tormented by that which is just beyond your fingertips. I know you understand me. I know you understand longing. I feel it within you.”
Jareth poured more than enough power into his words. This time when he stopped in front of her, her eyes remained slightly out of focus and her mouth hung limp. Jareth waved his hand in front of the woman’s face. Her eyes remained relaxed and unfocused. Jareth regarded the woman. She had made an effort to fight his magic. That took special training.
“Tell me your name.” Jareth commanded.
Without hesitation the maid said “Michelle.”
“Who do you work for Michelle?” Jareth asked. Discovering a spy within his castle walls was disconcerting but Jareth had many enemies. He must know who had been able to slip this past his watch.
“Lilith.” Michelle said. The words came out thickly, as if her tongue had fought revealing the truth even if her brain was his.
“Show me your wrist.” Jareth commanded. Michelle held her hand up. Jareth grabbed the sleeve of her dress and yanked it roughly down revealing the inside of her wrist. There, raised from the skin, was a small spiral brand. Jareth ran his finger slowly over the scarred skin.
“Ahh. And did you report our last encounter to her?” Jareth was both relieved and annoyed by this turn of events.
The girl’s voice was as distant as her eyes. “No.”
“Good. That makes things much simpler.” Jareth said and he clapped his hands. The woman blinked her eyes trying to bring them back into focus. At the same moment the Throne Room’s doors pushed open and the two goblin guards rushed in resuming their positions on either side of the woman. Jareth turned from the woman and returned to his throne. The woman blinked her eyes a few more times and closed her mouth as if she had just become aware that it was hanging open. After a second her eyes began darting around the room suspiciously. She knew something had happened but she didn’t know what. She could not remember. Jareth’s trance had been too strong.
Jareth smiled languorously at the woman as he seated himself. “You have proven most helpful Michelle.” At the mention of her name fear was plainly readable upon her face.
“S.sire?”
Jareth held up his hand. “Spare me your act. You have been caught. I will not kill you. It’s not worth the headache Lilith would inflict upon me. However I do not suffer spies in my land. Even if they are my sister’s property.” Jareth clapped his hands again and the goblins grabbed each of her arms. Michelle struggled to throw off the goblins hands, but they held her firm in their vice-like grip.
Jareth stood and walked to the balcony window that overlooked his kingdom. The goblin guards dragged the woman behind him. She began resisting, trying to pull away from her captors but their hands were like iron and could not be budged.
Jareth raised his hands to the world beyond his window and the world fell silent. The goblins below felt his influence. They stopped what they were doing and gazed upwards at their King. Once the square below his window fell still Jareth addressed his subjects.
“This woman,” Jareth reached behind him and grabbed the woman by her hair pulling her forward. The goblins released her but stayed immediately behind her. Once her arms were released she began grasping at her hair where Jareth held it firm. Jareth continued “has been discovered to be a spy.”
Below him the crowd of goblins jeered. Goblins especially hated disloyalty.
“She seeks to undermine our kingdom and destabilize my throne.” Jareth paused to allow his words to permeate the crowd. Anger quickly rose to the surface. The goblins grew louder in their indignation. Jareth heard one yell ‘Gut her!’ and another screamed ‘Rip her arms off!’. A few brandished what they were holding: brooms, sticks, a cat.
Jareth continued “I have decided to be merciful and spare her life.” As one the goblins groaned showing their displeasure. There was very little they liked more than a good execution. Jareth raised his free hand again and the crowd’s disappointment quieted. “No death would be too easy a punishment. To quickly finished. Instead I have decided upon torture.”
Below him the goblins screamed in delight. Jareth pushed the woman back into the goblin guards standing behind her. They grabbed her before she had time to struggle. Jareth bent down and pulled from his boot a dagger. He straightened up and held it above his head. The light reflected off the blade and the crowd yelled in excitement. Jareth turned to face the spy. Her eyes darted between his face and the dagger’s blade. She no longer fought the guards holding her tight. The sight of the blade had paralyzed her. She had obviously been threatened with a knife before. She began stammering “You…you..you pr..prom..promised..Youu…”
Jareth took a step forward and rested the tip of the blade on her lips. “Shhhh..” Jareth was mere inches from her. He could feel her whole form quivering. He looked deeply into her eyes, her pupils wide with terror. Jareth breathed her terror in and felt it strengthening him. With a wicked smile he moved the dagger from her lips to her chest, pressing the point of the blade into her skin. He pressed only for her to feel the pressure. It was not her skin he sought to cut. In a quick, fluid motion Jareth brought the dagger down. Plunging it down the length of her body. He moved too fast for her to see. Instead she had felt the sensation as the blade cut through every layer of clothing she had on. She felt the tip of the blade pressing into her skin just before the point of cutting, dragging down between her breasts, the length of her stomach, and past her swollen pussy. Jareth’s blade had plunged all the way to the floor leaving no part of her clothing connected. Her dress fell open, exposing her entire front to the gaping crowd of goblins below who cheered, screeched, and wolf whistled.
“Strip her.” Jareth commanded. Roughly the goblin guards yanked on her sleeves and the remnants of her dress fell to the floor. Jareth watched Michelle blush from head to toe as she tried in vain to cross her legs and cover her breasts with her hands. Jareth raised his hand towards her, fingertips together. As Jareth spread his fingertips the limbs of Michelle’s body began spreading and straightening. Michelle screamed as the invisible bonds stretched her tight while the vines that clung to the side of the castle began to grow towards her. Jareth willed the vines to ensnare her wrists and ankles. The vines continued to grow until their stalks were thick and tough as leather.
Jareth dropped his hand and admired his handiwork. The vines held Michelle stretched across the entire arched window. Her arms secure against the marble arch and her feet spread wide across the 4’ base of the window. Below the goblins surged with fresh enthusiasm. Even those across the square could see the slit between her spread legs.
Michelle’s skin began blotching bright red across her face and stomach. In her humiliation her entire breast had turned the most marvelous shade of magenta. Jareth slapped her tit. She cried out and the crowd’s excitement swelled again. Jareth watched where he had smacked turn white and then burn an even brighter red.
“You know, something isn’t quite right.” Jareth said as he raised his hand to the level of her eyes. Resting lightly on his fingertips was a bubble. Michelle raised her eyes and tried to look at the bubble but before she could clearly see the image within Jareth had dropped it at her feet. It smashed on the rock floor like glass. The fractured bubble did not dissolve into mist but remained jagged splinters on the rock. However most were obscured by the deep brunette wig that now lay upon the floor. Jareth bent down and picked up the wig. He then placed it gently on her head. Her eyes remained locked on him as he straightened the wig and tucked her blonde hair in. When he finished he said “There. You have no idea how cathartic this will be for me.” He smiled and then quickly climbed between her arm and leg to stand behind her.
Jareth extended his hand and a bubble fell lightly into his palm. Jareth closed his hand around the bubble and it transformed. Lengthening into a heavy leather flogger. Jareth hefted the flogger and began bringing its’ falls down across her back and ass. She screamed and tried to throw herself forward, away from the stinging leather but the vines held her tight. There was no escape. Jareth let the falls rain down until her back was as red as her front.
Jareth stepped into her body and ran his hand along her back, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. He spoke into her ear “This is only the beginning.” He then stepped back from her and squeezed the handle of the flogger. Immediately the flays stiffened and came together. They wound themselves and lengthened until they formed a 4’ long bullwhip. Jareth took a few more steps backward and without remorse let the whips tip bite across her back, bringing up red welts. Where his whip marks overlapped the redness of the skin took on a wetter sheen and streaks of red began following the whip. Each time the lash fell Michelle screamed with fresh pain. And each scream brought forth a cheer from the goblins. They were salivating in the sight of the human woman being whipped. Every time Jareth brought down the single tail the woman’s whole body took the impact causing her chest to lunge and her breasts bounced constantly. They loved how helpless she was to keep the lash from coming up between her legs, striking at her unprotected pussy. They cheered and screamed and stomped their approval.
Jareth continued to squeeze the handle and the instrument he was holding would begin to squirm in his hand until it took on another shape: A paddle, a cane, a ruler, rope. He brought down each instrument with acute precision. Again and again and again until Michelle stopped resisting. Until she hung limply from the vines. Only then did Jareth let the whip fall from his hand. It dissolved into mist before it hit the floor.
Jareth climbed back from her limp arms to stand in front of her. He faced his subjects who continued their tumultuous approval. Jareth yelled above the chaos “And thus to all spies in my kingdom.” The crowd went wild.
Jareth turned back to Michelle. When he had stopped she had hung loosely by the vines. Now she was unsteadily supported by her feet. To Jareth’s surprise she raised her head. Jareth could tell it took most of her strength but she held her head high and looked him directly in the face.
“You have had your fun.” Her voice trembled slightly from the beating she just received but it was stronger than Jareth would have imagined possible. “You don’t dare kill me. So send me back to you sister so I can tell her what you did to me, yesterday AND today.”
Jareth laughed and his laughter felt like nails raking across all the fresh wounds upon her back. “Ahh.” Jareth said, the laughter clearly evident in his voice. “The arrogance of humanity. You think that my sister will care what I have done to you. She will not.” To illustrate his point Jareth punched the woman in the stomach. Her body lurched forward. This time it took her a minute to regain her unsteady footing.
Jareth was surprised to hear a choked laugh coming from the woman. “She will. Do you think that you are the only one I tricked into my bed. You assume I am nothing but a spy to your sister. But you’re wrong. So send me back and let me tell her what you have done.”
Jareth laughed at the defiant look on her face half covered by the wig that had come loose and had shifted. Jareth reached out and pulled the wig free and let it drop. It dissolved into mist as it touched the floor. He then ran his finger along Michelle’s chin. “Oh Michelle. You assume I am done with you.”
Jareth turned back to his subjects who had grown restless during their exchange. “The spy will be taken from here to the Bog of Eternal Stench. She will be there shackled in the stockade and available for use by all loyal to their King. Let’s show her what we do to spies in the Labyrinth, shall we?”
The goblins went into hysterics, shrieking, throwing themselves and others around. They threw what they were holding in the air in jubilation. Spears, bread and chickens rained down upon the crowd now surging towards the eastern gate which led to the Bog.
Jareth clapped his hands and the two guard goblins reappeared on either side of the woman. They clamped their hands on her arms and Jareth waved his hands. The vines released her and began retreating. The woman’s face showed her shock.
“You..You wouldn’t dare.”
Jareth simply smiled as the guards turned her away from him. She began struggling and the guards began pulling her from the Throne Room. Jareth watched as she screamed and cursed him, trying to throw off the goblin’s hands. Jareth waved his hand and her scream ceased.
“Save your voice. You’ll need it. The boys love a good screamer, don’t you boys?” Jareth asked the goblin guards. They began chuckling darkly by way of answer.
Tears poured down the woman’s cheeks as she continued to struggle mutely. Jareth studied her for a moment. “Take her.” He said as he walked passed her to his throne.
The goblins began dragging the thrashing woman away. Just before they reached the door Jareth said “And boys. Make sure you tell the lads that she likes it rough. Trust me.”
The guards chuckled again and then pulled her from the room. Jareth saw her body buck one last time before she was pulled out of sight. Once the door closed Jareth released her and he heard her screams growing fainter and fainter as she was removed from the castle.
When at last her screams died out Jareth sat on his throne. He took a deep breath. Above him Jareth heard a muffled shuffle. With slight annoyance he called out “Come out, come out, wherever you are.” All around him was a flurry of movement as small goblins crowded back into the room. They returned to their usual positions and quickly the room was filled with their din. Jareth was in no mood for his subjects antics at the moment though. He stood up. Immediately one of the goblins asked him “Where are you going sire?”
Jareth sighed. “To see my sister.” And he disappeared.
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