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A Bird In A Cage	By : TheCrystalRoseBowie Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 9800 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN LABYRINTH OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS THEREOF, NOR DO I PROFIT FROM THIS STORY. THIS STORY IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION AND NONE OF IT IS BASED UPON REAL LIFE EVENTS. THIS IS A DARKER LABYRINTH FANFIC, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

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Jareth sat on his throne with his face buried in his hands, wondering what went wrong and why things soured so quickly between him and Sarah. He was so lost in thought, he almost didn't notice the entire noisy, chaotic throne room go deathly silent. He peered up from his hands and smirked at the sight in front of him.

A male Fae slowly trailed towards Jareth carrying a dismembered head, causing nearby goblins to gasp and scuttle away from him. The Fae paused a foot away from Jareth's throne and cast the head to the floor in front of him then drew a bloody sword from its sheath and threw it towards Jareth's feet.

Jareth grinned widely and straightened up on his throne. "Clear this room!", he spoke loud and authoritatively. All of the goblins tripped over each other to rush out of the throne room, leaving Jareth and the male alone within seconds.

"You did it, Azamos, and you completed your task so quickly", Jareth said, full of cheer as he stood and slapped Azamos on the back.

"It was nothing, you know a mortal man would be no match for me", said Azamos, haughtily.

Jareth chuckled and conjured them each a glass of brandy. "Of course not", he responded, handing Azamos his glass, each of them downing the brandy in one go. "But do tell me all the gory details. Did he beg for his life or did you kill him as he slept? Did you make him suffer? Were tears shed?", Jareth questioned quickly.

Azamos eyed him strangely. As Jareth's personal hit man of sorts, he was often sent on missions such as this, but Jareth never took such a personal interest. Azamos would present him the head of his victim and the bloodied sword, Jareth would congratulate him, then they would both move on without another word on the matter. Very strange indeed...

"I couldn't make him suffer, as you know my time aboveground is limited, but he did cry and asked me who I was and why I was doing this to him. He even got on his knees and pleaded with me to spare him. Pathetic mortal. Perhaps the most amusing part of the whole ordeal was that he did all of this in front of a woman he was bedding", Azamos said.

Jareth smiled devilishly and closed his eyes momentarily to savor the mental image, causing Azamos to crack a smirk of his own. "You seem to be taking great satisfaction from this, I'm surprised you weren't watching through one of your crystals as it transpired", Azamos commented, playfully.

"And I would have, had I not been entertaining my sweet Sarah", Jareth responded, cheekily.

Azamos chuckled. "So you have finally acquired your object of desire...Really, Jareth, what is it with you and your fixation over this labyrinth runner...Sarah?", he asked.

Jareth shook his head, his smile never faltering. "You wouldn't understand", he said lowly.

Azamos hummed in thought as he pulled out a pocket watch that belonged to the mortal man. "Did this man have any connection to Sarah?" Azamos asked inquisitively as he studied the odd 12 hour golden clock a moment, but he quickly abandoned his question and tucked it away when Jareth cleared his throat and averted his gaze.

"So why aren't you with your Sarah now?", Azamos asked with a sly smile.

Jareth's stance stiffened and he turned from Azamos abruptly then quickly took his seat again on his throne. "I am quite busy, there's much work to be done and...." Jareth mumbled, but was quickly cut off by Azamos. "So you mean to tell me listening to these irksome, squabbling creatures takes precedence over the woman you've been obsessed with for years?", Azamos interjected, crossing his arms and leaning against a pillar. "Or are you avoiding her? Trouble in paradise so soon?", he tacked on with a slight 'tsk'.

"As to be expected", Jareth admitted. "I had almost forgotten how troublesome and obstinate she could be, you wouldn't believe the fuss she made over the simple act of dressing this morning", he further ranted.

"Indicative of your leniency with her", Azamos commented with a shrug as he straightened away from the pillar he was leaning on. "Just like with a dog or show pony, women must be trained if you want them to do tricks", he added with a chuckle.

Jareth threw his head back and gave a throaty laugh, his dreary mood lightening some. "Ah yes, and she shall be. But, frankly she has soured my mood immensely and I didn't feel it to be a good idea for either of us to be in the presence of the other. If a battle of will or wit is what she's looking for, she shall lose. But for both of our sake, I hope her petty acts of defiance will be surrendered when she realizes the magnitude of what she has done and sees such foolishness will get her nowhere", Jareth said as he flicked his wrist to conjure a crystal to peer in on Sarah, then spoke, "Just look at that, still lying in bed, refusing to get dressed."

And that was indeed true. It had been hours since Jareth left the room, and there Sarah lay nude, in a heap on the large bed, under a mass of blankets. Immediately after Jareth's departure, Sarah wallowed in self pity, but that was quickly replaced with sheer and utter anger. Rage, but not quite hatred. No, she wouldn't lower herself or care enough to hate him, but she would continue to seeth, fight, and drag her heels anytime he wanted her to do something. And that included something as simple as getting dressed, if it meant she would be his doll and he controlled what she wore. Initially Sarah just tossed the blood red dress to the floor and was going to find the first thing she could to wear, then storm out of her room, the castle, and possibly find her old friends Hoggle, Ludo, and Sir Didymus and stay with them if she was going to be stuck underground, but she found the door was practically nailed shut, Jareth being as petty as her in their power struggle. So that plan would have to wait until another day.

As Sarah looked up at the ceiling, studying all of the fine designs, with the blankets pulled up to her chin much like a child would, she was perturbed by a loud knock on the door. She was sure it wasn't Jareth, he certainly wouldn't knock, he would just materialize in a fucking puff of glitter or burst through the door smugly. Then the knock came again, this time louder and more insistent, so Sarah popped out of bed as quickly as possible and was forced to throw on the despised dress and undergarments, though she left the corset and heels on the floor, then slowly creaked open the heavy door.

On the other side of the door stood a daunting...man? Creature? Fae? Sarah was unsure. He resembled a man, but definitely looked inhuman in ways upon her closer examination, such as his eyes; they were almost a glowing, emerald green, and he had slit, cat like pupils. The male towered over her in height, possibly even Jareth, and had long, waist length black hair that was neatly french braided and pulled over his right shoulder. Sarah let her eyes scan over his masculine form, all of his muscles bulging through his black, skintight attire. "Hello, Sarah", said the mysterious male through thin, rosy lips.

"Um....hi?", Sarah responded, puzzled. Before she had time to ask who he was, how did he get here, and how he knew her name, he read her expression and the confusion on her face and spoke again, "I am Azamos. Jareth sent me to fetch you for him". Azamos' loud, booming voice, laced with a thick, British accent was enough to almost make Sarah's knees shake. But she stood firm. "There's no way in hell I'm going anywhere near that bastard", Sarah said matter-of-factly, as she crossed her arms defiantly. Until this point, Azamos had a nonchalant expression, and didn't seem to look at Sarah, but her words effectively made his eyes snap to hers and his face now bore an expression of disgust.

"Pardon?", he remarked in a tone that showed his disapproval.

"So we are going to ignore the elephant in the room and pretend Jareth hasn't kidnapped someone?", she asked, swiftly turning on heel and pacing the room.

Azamos rolled his eyes and traipsed in the room after her. Biting back his annoyance, he answered, "Kidnapped you say?"

"Snatched-me-from-my-room-in-the-middle-of the-night kidnapped. Fucking bastard....", Sarah said as she continued pacing, working herself up in a frenzy, replaying the events of the previous night for hundredth time.

The annoyed Fae mockingly clapped a hand to his cheek and gasped, "You don't say."

"....Not to mention the motherfucker has been spying on me for who fucking knows how long or at what times...It must have been pretty damn often because the dick knew all of my life details and insisted upon expressing his disapproval. What a sick fuck...", she ranted not catching Azamos' exaggerated and condescending expressions, such as unhinging his jaw in an 'O', clapping a hand over his heart in an irreverent manner, and the derisive 'awws' he let out.

"....And I didn't arrive here with these bruises", she said, gesturing towards her face and arms.

Azamos sighed loudly and began to irritably tap his fingers against a nearby desk. "Why EVER would Jareth want to strike you? Such a pleasant and cheery demeanor should be rewarded", he commented sarcastically, and again, it went unnoticed by Sarah, who fisted her hands by her sides, irritably. Azamos shifted and groaned as he listened to her continue talking and unloading on the him, until he realized her list of complaints were likely never-ending.

"Enough. Forgive me for giving you the impression I actually care, in fact I don't find anything you're saying surprising. With the way you referred to your king just now, you should be glad he doesn't have your head on a pike! And as for the alleged 'kidnapping', I know that to be impossible. If the Fae could just pluck up mortals at will, I assure you, there would be none of your kind left. So, that begs the question, why wish for him if not even a full day later you were going to whine and moan and stamp your foot to go home? Did you think Jareth and his kingdom to be a revolving door for you mortals?", he asked, rhetorically. It was more of a jab to get her to understand her foolishness, and to accept personal responsibility for her position.

Of course Sarah didn't see it that way. Though no one technically 'made' her say the right words, it made no difference to her. She utterly and vehemently wouldn't even acknowledge having any blame in this situation. As far as she was concerned, it was all Jareth's fault she wished for him and was here.

Sarah puffed. "Goddamn, are all of the Fae total assholes?", she mumbled under her breath.

Azamos' jaw clenched and and he growled lowly.

"Look, Azlo...Azaza, or whatever the fuck your fucking unpronounceable name is; if you think I'm going to let you take me to him, then you're just as stupid as he is, so you can run along back to sucking Jareth's dick now. Be sure to tell him I said he can fuck himself sideways for all I care, even if it will be met with abuse and pain."

"Oh yes, that can be arranged", came a familiar, baritone voice from behind Sarah causing her to nearly jump out of her skin and quickly turn to face him. Jareth glared at her something fierce, eyes unblinking. "Leave us", he told Azamos, regarding Sarah intently.

Sarah's gaze didn't leave Jareth's, but she could hear Azamos shuffling behind her in the room, then he paused. "You had better watch out, people may begin to question your capabilities as king if you can't even control your mistress. I would suggest a muzzle and locking her up tight, the last thing you want is for the other kingdoms to find out a woman is leading you around by the nose", Azamos said, angrily before the door slammed shut, causing the chandelier above her to clatter and shake.

Sarah began to realize the brevity of her shit-talking as Jareth's hands fisted by his sides, his nostrils flared, and his eyes....still unblinking. He just stared at her. Stared through her, to all her depths. She felt her knees begin to knock and almost wanted to throw herself at his feet and beg for his mercy...almost. Instead, she decided to straighten her stance and remain stubborn.

"Well?", Jareth finally prompted, stretching his arms out to rest on an archway, drumming his long fingers.

"Well...well that's what happens when you eavesdrop. You hear shit you don't want to hear", Sarah said, wincing at her own words after they escaped her lips. She knew now wasn't the time to further goad him. But, it was too late. In the blink of an eye he disappeared, then as she stood in shock and began to glance around the room, she heard his voice behind her, a hairs width away from her ear whispering "Wrong answer".

Before she could react, he already had her locked in his grip and dragged her to a desk in the corner of the room, ripping her dress off of her as he walked. Sarah blushed at just being in her silk panties, covering her bare, bra-less chest. Jareth was quick to rip her arms away from her chest and positioned her over the desk. "If you are concerned for your modesty, you shouldn't have gotten yourself punished in the first place", Jareth growled lowly, noticing her distress.

Why she couldn't gracefully accept her new position Underground was beyond him, he had given her a great honor, just for her to spit on it and his authority as king. A wiser woman would be kissing his feet.

Jareth bit the inside of his cheek, his inner thoughts piquing him as he pulled Sarah's arms behind her back, brandishing a long rope and began to tie them as she lashed, flailed around, and dead weighted her body, but he effortlessly held her in place. He was furious, and was sure by the end of her punishment she would be begging for his forgiveness.

A smirk spread across his face when he tied the last knot and he stood back admiring his kinbaku creation. Sure, he could have had her pinned to the desk and chained before she could open her mouth to scream more obscenities at him, but he much rathered the ritual of it all. Sarah was in desperate need of punishment, and he would be more than happy to give it to her. While he knew she more than deserved a firm backhand, he thought this time he would go about this in a different way. There was no reason he couldn't make it more pleasurable for himself.

He sat back and folded his arms as Sarah exhausted herself, her fight slowly burning out as she lay slack against the desk. Now he could begin.

She was breathing hard as she watched him slowly trail around the desk in circles. When he disappeared out of view and she didn't see him circle around again for several moments, she began to push her chest away from the desk in an attempt to look around. Did he just leave? Was this her punishment? She quickly had her answer when she felt his hand roughly push her back down against the desk.

Sarah huffed and was about to begin flailing about again, but stopped when a Jareth laid a familiar leather flogger down in front of her face on the desk. He drummed his fingers next to her, as if in thought, then materialized a thin switch and laid it next to the flogger, then a paddle. Realizing what he was about to do, Sarah began trying with all her might to lunge off of the table, but it felt as if her chest was glued in place. She began to blush furiously. Sure, she had gotten naughty with boyfriends in the past and has been spanked, but never in the form of discipline. She wasn't even spanked as a child for fuck's sake!

Her breath quickened and she squeezed her eyes closed. The fact that he wasn't saying or doing anything was making her nervous. What seemed like minutes passed and still nothing happened at all, so Sarah relaxed slightly and peeked an eye open. Just as she was going to sigh a breath of relief, she felt a gloved hand come down hard on her semi-bare behind.

Sarah yelled out, though it didn't hurt her, the dull thud of his hand just caused her to become startled. He brought his hand back again and again, delivering a smack to the same spot. It was beginning to grow very uncomfortable, though still not sore. Then it stopped again.

Jareth stood behind her, staring down at the beautiful red hand marks he imprinted on her ass, trying to regain his composure. This was a punishment. Yet here he was already rock hard and aching to touch and caress her already bruising skin. Restraining himself, he picked up the leather riding crop, letting his hand linger in front of her for a moment, taunting her. He slid it down her sides and over her ass a moment and delighted in the way she shivered under him. Whether it was out of fear, desire, or a mixture of both, he wasn't sure, but he relished the quiver of his own it caused before he brought it down again on the opposite cheek.

She lurched forward across the desk, a knot of desire tugging below the belt. Each strike he delivered actually felt quite good. It was like a scene out of some of her most perverse dreams of him.Even better, actually. Every time he slapped the riding crop down on her she suppressed a moan, her skin beginning to flush and heat up. "You will learn to mind that double edged sword that is your tongue", she heard Jareth husk out....And then the feeling was gone. Sarah had never had such an intense arousal snatched from her so quickly.

"You will be my wife, and you will love...", he said winding back his wrist to make the impact more intense, "...honor...", he said bringing the riding crop down harder, "...and obey.", Jareth added lastly, delivering a smack causing her to scream out in pain. He smirked as he tossed the riding crop back on the table.

Sarah felt herself begin to shiver. She felt so helpless and weak. Before at least hit back and try her best to fight him off of her, but now she was restrained and useless. She had been afraid since he showed up in her room last night, fearful of the unknown, but in this moment for the first time she felt afraid of Jareth. Truly petrified, and he was only spanking her. Just earlier that day he bruised her face and split her lip, this was nothing compared to that, and yet only now she found herself trembling.

That was, until she felt his face nuzzle against her thighs, then his flattened tongue give a slow lick from the back of her knees, then up and over her ass. At first, it stung the battered skin badly, then it felt healed. She was sure of it, the throbbing from the welts felt good as new.

Jareth let himself linger over her skin a moment, allowing himself to become intoxicated. Sarah couldn't help but feel herself relax against his lips. It just felt so soothing. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning as wetness pooled in her panties against her will.

Right as the pleasure of his touch started to become overwhelming, Jareth ripped himself away from her and picked up the paddle in the flogger's place.

"You will learn obedience", he said before bringing the paddle down on her, roughly, then continued speaking, "You will submit to me."

Sarah's quickly once again found herself afraid and surprised. She had mistakenly thought the punishment was over. She thought he surely wouldn't heal her just to do it again, but he did. It became a pattern. Each time he spanked her ivory skin crimson, he healed it before swapping instruments to do it all over again, taking pleasure in marring her skin repeatedly.

Jareth developed a rhythm, each strike came down precisely three seconds after the last. He noticed Sarah picked up on it and began to arch and brace herself right before he struck. He did not like that one bit, he preferred her writhing and expectant. Jareth tossed the paddle to the floor and paused before he picked up the switch, the object Sarah was dreading the most, and immediately slapped her thigh with it three times swiftly.

"Ahh!", she cried out, tears brimming in her eyes. It stung like a bitch and she could feel herself bleeding from small gashes.

Once again, Jareth stopped briefly to lap at Sarah's wounds, then would continue on spanking her as if he hadn't been tender just a moment ago.

Pain. Kisses. Pain. Kisses.

Sarah didn't know what to feel anymore. One moment she was in great amounts of pain and others arousal and pleasure was tugging in the pit of her stomach. She just wanted it to end...or never end.

Sarah had been keeping count the entire time, he was at more than two dozen strikes altogether, and she was wondering when it would end. Little did she know, he had no intention of stopping until she apologized on her own, without any instruction. Her punishment could have stopped at one lash if she just would have swallowed her pride, but hell would first have to freeze over before she groveled to him for forgiveness. That was, until he started whipping the switch down her legs. Unable to handle the pain, tears poured from her eyes and she buried her face in the desk to suppress her cries. "J-Jareth...", she muttered.

"Sarah", he said, cocking his head to the side, pausing briefly, hoping to hear an apology, yet dreading it at the same time. When she said nothing else, the switch resumed its vicious onslaught.

"God, Jareth, please stop, I'm fucking sorry, okay?", she said quickly, words beginning to slur together from her gritted teeth.

"My, you sound so sincere", he tutted before whisking the switch over her bound arms.

"No! I am sorry. It won't happen again", she said, knowing full well it was a blatant lie. "You're hurting me", she winced, and he abruptly stopped.

"I'm correcting you", he rectified, tossing the switch down in its previous place in front of her then waved a hand over her restrained arms, freeing them. She tried straightening herself out, but her legs and her arms wobbled and ached, so she just tumbled back into the desk.

She jumped an inch up the surface when Jareth appeared in front of her, not knowing what he intended to do next or whether he accepted her poor attempt at an apology.

"Now tell me, what are you sorry for? I want to hear you say it", he prompted, stroking her hair. Surprisingly, she found herself leaning into the gesture, and it didn't go unnoticed by Jareth.

"For disrespecting you", she said simply, her voice wavering, as she attempted to hide her face behind her curtain of dark hair, like a scolded child.

"So you understand why you needed correction, therefore I expect it not to happen again", he said, smoothing her hair and laying gentle kisses on her temple.

Sarah didn't know why, but she was comforted by his embrace. She wanted him to wrap her up in his arms and say everything would be okay, and she was disgusted by it. Disgusted by the fact that the same hand that caused her pain is the same one she wanted touching and stroking her now.

"Now thank me for your punishment, precious", she heard him say. She shot up from his arms, angrily. "What?", she growled.

"You heard me, my love. You did wrong, you were corrected, you claim to have acknowledged your foul, now thank me", he instructed.

She gritted her teeth, wishing she had the strength and fight in her to rebuke him, but she simply didn't. All she could do was bite out an insincere "Thank. You." He smiled. Glad that this fight was over. He knew he shouldn't have let her insincerity go, but he just desperately wanted to move on from this. He knew this would bite him in the ass later. But it just felt so nice to have Sarah curling into him instead of looking at him like something foul stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

He dared press his lips to hers, and though she didn't kiss back, she didn't push him away, so he continued on. He gently deepened the kiss, prying her lips apart with his tongue, massaging the orifice while looking deeply in her eyes for approval, though he didn't need it. Not fighting him was enough to continue this delightful exploration.

Her face was delicately taken between his hands and he deepened the kiss. She closed her eyes and exhaled into his mouth and didn't realize she began to kiss back and everything melted away. All his anger, all of the angst, gone. These were the moments he lived for, the moments that made the pain worth it. Times like this and the ones to come made the poison that spewed forth from her mouth bearable. It couldn't be fight all of the time, right?

The kiss was much too brief, Sarah ripping herself away from him as if his lips and embrace sent jolts of electricity through her, and the venomous anger reappeared on her face. He raised an eyebrow, just defying her to say anything and she would be pinned back on his desk before she could blink.

Jareth stared Sarah down, awaiting her next move for a moment, and when she did nothing, he lunged towards her and gripped her wrist tightly, snatching her lithe body to his. Her body was shaking like a leaf, her bottom lip quivered, and yet she stared him in the eye as if she was unafraid.

His gaze on her was unwavering, not taking his eyes from hers as he ran a rough hand down her body and let it find its way to her panties. It gripped them firmly and he twisted them around his hand, giving the fabric a hard tug until they gave way and snapped, effectively causing Sarah's eyes to fall away from his and making her jump.

He smirked menacingly as he slowly brought them to his nose and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. Sarah wanted to curse him and snatch them out of his hands, in fact, she likely would have if his eyes didn't snap open just then and a salacious look didn't light up his features.

"Yes, just as I thought, you enjoy this", Jareth said, throatily then shoved the material to Sarah's face. She raised her hand to strike him, but it fell when she felt the dampness and pungent, unmistakable smell of her arousal on them. What in the goddamned hell was wrong with her?

Jareth forcefully and purposely laughed evilly at the shame that was so expressively written across her face. It had been easy for her to push and prod at him when he wasn't pushing back.

He decided to leave her with that and come back to her later.

Sarah just stared blankly at the empty spot he was once standing in. She was left confused, disgusted, humiliated, and...turned on. So many emotions swirling her at once was overwhelming. All she could do was fall back on the bed, curl herself in a ball and cry.

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A/N- Wow, I know I haven't updated this in forever, but 2016 has been a hectic year! Then writer's block hit, and well, here I am updating this 8 months later. I hope I get around to writing the next chapter sooner, but even if it takes awhile for me to update, I won't forget about this story. As always, feedback and comments (positive or negative) are appreciated, let me know what y'all think. ;)
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