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A Wish Awry	By : PhantomAngelofMusic Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 3534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Jim Henson's the Labyrinth, any and all characters found in said movie, nor do I make any money off of this work.

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Warning: Potential mild trigger warning/ Icky Kink Warning, if you don't like feet, move along. Thank you.

She groaned softly behind the gag. Her body felt heavy and unresponsive, and yet, somehow, she felt like she was floating. It took her a moment to understand why her eyes weren't working, before something clicked in her brain. Her eyes weren't working because she was blindfolded, which would mean that that terrible feeling wad, which was cramping her mouth was a ball-gag.
Which would mean that the slickness on her thighs that was forming a puddle beneath her would be...

A shiver ran down her arms, spine, and legs, the skin visibly twitching, though who would see, she had no idea, as, to her knowledge, she was alone in the room. No sound of breath, or rat-a-tat-tat of boots clicking on the marble floor, nor weight of the Goblin-King's form on the massive form gave away his presence to her senses.
Sighing softly to herself, she twisted, stretching her exhausted limbs as best she could, feeling the ropes stretch and strain with her every movement, creaking slightly as she squirmed.
Settling once more back into the plush folds of the bed, as memories of the King's last visit flooded her memory, her face flushed a bright red, desire flooding her senses briefly, before all that came to a screeching halt as the memory of her Owner's face flashed into her mind, just as it had at the last moment of conscious thought, as His Majesty had wrung every last drop of pleasure possible from her bound body.
She shifted slightly, uncomfortable with the strange mix of shame and desire warring within her. Though only hands, lips and teeth had been used on her, and he had come no where near to taking her fully, still, somehow, he had managed to take her to a place she'd never been before, which was rather frightening in away, almost as much as it was strange.
Thoughts began to plague her mind, destroying the serenity and peace of her afterglow. Had she been unfaithful to her owner? She wasn't sure. She was trained to please all men, and never to refuse to serve... but she was also restricted sexually. Then again... she'd been taken captive, stolen technically, and it wasn't like she'd really had a chance to refuse... right?
Had she consented? Arguable. Had she been accomplice to her own illicit sexual use? She had no idea. Had she been... assaulted? Mm... she doubted it, as she'd enjoyed it far too much... but then... she hadn't really been given a choice either... had she?
She whined softly in the back of her throat, as her body began to tighten, to tense from head to toe, at the uncertainties and doubts plaguing her, undoing all the relaxation and good that had been done to her previously.

"She thinks of you, you know." A snide, too self satisfied voice, rang out, shattering the stillness.
"FUCK!" He jumped, inadvertently smacking one hand on the stone corridor. He'd not made much in the way of progress. Indeed, he'd been scouting a few different corridors at a crossroads, contemplating if he should go down one of them, or towards a set of doors; the guards of which had greeted him with jeers, and some falderal riddle.
"Dammit! Do you have to do that, every goddamned time!"
"Well, that depends, must you greet me each time with such an uncouth and vulgar tongue? A little bit of manners might make me less inclined to harass your sorry self."
"You've got what's mine, and you expect me to be polite?" He paused, about to start another rant, on the stupidity, when he realized that the annoying son of a bitch had said something, something important, rather than just popping in for the sole purpose of scaring the living hell out of him.
"Who does the what now?"
"Your girl. Your precious one? She thinks of you. Your face flashes across her mind, each time I bring her to a peak, just before her mind loses its grasp on everything. I thought you'd like to know."
"You what!? You've actually... what fucked her then?" His face was blank at first, slowly though, ever so slowly, disbelief, and then rage, distorting his features, before charging forward, and taking a blind swing at the evil bastard.
Gloved fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, as the king sighed softly, side stepped the blow, and looked at the insipid twit who stood before him. "Once more with the crude vernacular. To answer your question: no. I have not had my way with her, yet, at least not fully. However, thanks to the little stunt you just pulled, I believe I shall."
With a smirk, and an evil laugh hanging in the air, he vanished.

Meanwhile, back in the King's bedchamber, the girl had been left to her own thoughts for what seemed an eternity to her, her own doubts and worries, playing havoc on her mind. As she lay there, brooding, unable to settle one way or another, on whether she was at fault or not, and feeling terribly guilty as well; she was nearly on the verge of tears, when a familiar warmth and weight settled into the bed beside her.
Soft leather gloved hands stroked her hair, and as he evidently noticed her distraught state, he shushed her softly, his leather clad fingers moving gently from her hair to tenderly stroke one cheek.
"Now, now, lovely one? What seems to be the matter?" He whispered into her ear, as he nuzzled her gently, all the while ignoring the fact that she could not answer him, nor would she be permitted to do so. He liked her just the way she was: gagged and helpless.
"You've gone all tense," He said, running his fingers over her bound form, with a sigh." "And after I've gone through all the trouble to help you to relax, that you might rest in my absence. Now, I can't have that, now can I?" Settling himself down by her feet, using his teeth to remove the gloves, he gently laid hold of her feet, running his thumbs gently over the soles to find the most tense regions.
She jerked at first, and he thought that it was from being ticklish, but she made no sound, and he realized that she simply wasn't accustomed to having her feet touched whatsoever. Curious at her apparent hesitancy at such platonic intimacy, that could be so soothing, he tilted his head slightly, as he allowed her to become accustomed to his touch, if there might not be something more to this than met the eye, as it were.
Once she got used to the foreign feeling of hands on her feet, a sensation which normally made her squirm and freak the hell out, she was able to relax, and enjoy the attention. Settling into the bed, she soon submitted to his machinations, and began to squeak slightly when he found a particularly tender spot.
At one point, she left out a soft, barely audible moan behind the gag, causing him to smirk. Continuing his wicked ways, knowing she was barely paying attention to what he was doing, he focused on the most tense area, her toes.
By this point, she was long lost, her mind unable to focus on a single thing, except that she was relaxed, and that whatever was being done, felt really good. She had lost track of everything, by the time that she felt teeth grazing the arch of her foot, causing her to come completely undone.
A few moments later, once sense had returned to her, somewhat, she realized what had just happened. Struggling within the bonds of rope, squeaking indignantly, as his mocking laughter rang in her ears.
'What the fuck?' She thought, as she squeaked, and screamed indignantly behind the gag, 'Did that bastard really just make me come from playing with my feet?!'

To be continued...
Author's Note: Ew... I totally squicked myself out trying to write this chapter. Hope y'all appreciate the effort.
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Warning: Potential mild trigger warning/ Icky Kink Warning, if you don't like feet, move along. Thank you.