Title: The Incarcerated King

Authors: Leelee and Jade

Summary: Um. . . yeah. lol

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It was a beautiful winter evening. The scene was an idyllic park on the outskirts of an English town. The trees sparkled with snow glistening off the branches.

Sitting on a park bench, staring aimlessly at the calm water, Jareth contemplated his life. 'So many years, so many children.' Not once did he have what he truly desired. And now his desire was laced with disgust at what he had become. Day in and day out, he stole the children, he kicked the goblins, and he seduced the women. When would *he* ever have any fun, feel any excitement? When would *he* be catered to?

Sitting there, staring at the water, watching his breath freeze and curl in the cold winter air, he contemplated what to do. Would any brats be wished away on this day, Christmas Eve? Would he find a virgin to despoil? He could hear the kids running, playing, through the park, and hoped that perhaps one of them would make a welcome addition to his goblins. Yet one thing still remained the same. Letting a sigh escape his lips, he glanced up to see someone off in the distance. Were they actually walking toward him? Were they foolish enough to bother a Goblin King?

The figure drew closer and closer. Slowly, Jareth began to make out details. A dark blue hat, dark blue coat and pants, with a badge in a black glove-covered hand.  'Badge?' Jareth wondered. 'Oh, bugger.'

"Hullo, there, officer!" he called as soon as the dark-haired woman with green eyes and short brown hair was close enough to hear him.

"Hello, sir," she replied. "Is there a reason why you are out here today?"

"No, no particular reason, ma'am."

"I think maybe you had better move along," she stated firmly, glancing at the children playing in the snow nearby.

"When I am ready to, I shall," he replied arrogantly. Jareth looked the officer up and down. There was something strangely, disquietingly familiar about her that he couldn't quite place.

"If you don't move along sir, you will give me no alternative but to take you downtown." she replied sternly.

Jareth tried to get to his feet, but lost his balance only to land back on his arse on the bench. Smiling, he realized his legs had gone to sleep. Unfortunately, the officer was not amused.

"Have you been drinking, sir?" she asked.

"Of course not. You think me a fool?" he bit back rather harshly.

"Can you get to your feet?" she asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Of course I can," he muttered, but again he lost his balance and hit the bench with his backside. "It seems as though my legs have fallen asleep."

"Likely story, sir," she replied, pulling her cuffs from her belt.

"Hey now, there is no cause for that!" Jareth shouted, leaning away from her. He felt her hand grasp his arm and yank him back. He felt the metal of the cuffs snap around his wrists.  Pulled to his feet, she pushed him along in front of her toward her squad car.

Opening the door, she shoved him in, locking both of his hands in separate cuffs to the metal cage of her cop car. Staring at him brazenly, a wicked smile crossed her face. Pulling off her hat, she tossed it on the front seat, then turned her attention back to him.

"Finally the odds have changed in my favor, Jareth." she stated, a mischievous smirk on her lips.

"Do I know you?" he asked, finally taking the time to really look at her. "By my mother's grave!  Not you!" he exclaimed, shocked by whom was standing in front of him.

"Of course it's me. And do you know what?" she asked, reaching into the car and grabbing his tights.

"What?" he asked, his voice almost a shriek. He wriggled against her grasp.

"Well...I want you, Jareth," she whispered simply. Giving his tights a yank, she pulled them down around his knees and admired the view. "Very nice. Very, very nice," she remarked with a leer, leaning into the car. She brought her face close to his and smiled.

"Don't you dare!" he managed to bite out, just before her head dipped down to his crotch.

She took him into her mouth, her lips closing around his rod. Working her tongue back and forth along his length, she could feel his manhood stiffening. Increasing her intensity, she heard him groaning out of sheer pleasure. Withdrawing her mouth, she looked up upon his face. He appeared confused. She unfastened her belt and swiftly removed her pants, after checking to make sure no one was close enough to see what she was doing.

Jareth stared at her in utter shock, until she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and grabbing his shoulders roughly. "You wouldn't dare!" he remarked, straining against his bonds.

"Sure I would Jareth," she replied with a grin. Lifting her hips, she brought herself down upon him, sheathing his length inside her core. She pushed him in deeper until he could go no further. She began to move, his rod running in and out of her. His hardness took up every last space within her essence, and that pleased her. She heard his breathing increase as she picked up momentum. Moving faster, impaled upon him, she intended to draw out every last ounce of energy she could from him. Driving him deeper within her depths, she could feel her muscles tightening around him.

Spasms started deep with his body as she pushed him deep. Crying out in bliss, she felt his hot liquid spill into her as he moaned her name.

"Sarah!"

Sarah collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily. Pushing herself up, she looked into his eyes and smiled, knowing that she had taken advantage of the Goblin King. Moving from him, she pulled on her pants, and tugged his tights more-or-less back into place.

"Time to get you downtown, Jareth." she said, shutting the door and climbing into the driver's seat. Starting the engine, she glanced at Jareth in the rear view mirror and then pulled the car out of its place. Driving through the traffic, she remained silent, although Jareth did not. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of an explanation, no matter how much he threatened or begged.

Pulling the car into a space, she got out and pulled the back door open. Grabbing Jareth's arm, she pulled him from the car and all the way into the station. He fought her every inch of the way. Once inside, she pulled him to a desk and pushed him roughly down on a chair.

"Book him," she stated, turning and walking away.

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Some time later, after a mug shot had been taken, and his fingers smeared most inconsiderately with black ink, Jareth found himself in a cell. Stark, and bare, save for a bed, it would be a most inconvenient place to spend the night. However, it would have to do. Sighing loudly, Jareth lay down on the cot and yanked a faded army blanket over his bony shoulders. What seemed like hours later, he fell into a dreamless sleep.

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The sound of a key turning in the jail door lock awoke Jareth. It was pitch black, and all he could make out was the shadowy outline of the person with the key. 'Rather shapely figure,' he thought reflexively.

"Wake up, Goblin King," a female voice snapped harshly. Sarah prodded him with her foot. "Wake up and do what I say."

'What happened to the whiny, frightened teenage girl who didn't know why I wore tight pants?' he wondered, as he sat up and pulled the blankets off.

"What do you want this time, Sarah?" he demanded. In response, quick as a fish, she slapped a piece of duct tape over his mouth. Smirking, she reached out and quickly cuffed his hands together.

"Mmmmph! MMMMPH MMPH MMMMMMMMPH!" Jareth tried to speak through the tape, fighting the bonds on his hands.

"Now, now, my pretty little man," Sarah whispered with a quirk of her lip, "there is no need to fight this. If you do, you might not ah, 'enjoy' it!" She cackled, a harsh sound to Jareth's ears. Hooking his cuffs to a handle on the wall, she stretched out the Goblin King. He fought, trying to kick his legs out and remove her from the bed, but she was stronger than she looked. Pulling a rope from *somewhere*, Sarah tied each of his feet to the corner of the little cot.

Leaning in close, she whispered in his ear, "Now who's upping thestakes, m'boy?" Jareth's eyes went wide at having *his* line thrown back in his face.

Sarah's hands snaked down to the band of Jareth's tights, and she gave a mighty tug, revealing his naked stomach and thighs, and everything in between.

"Tsk, tsk." She shook her head. "That will not do at *all*." With a swiftness Jareth was not expecting, she lowered her head, and clamped her juicy mouth around his dick. He gasped, aroused, despite his nervousness. He *knew* that he was growing; his ah, 'pouch' enlarging and straightening up. Sarah began to suck, moving her head up and down. She reached out with one hand and wrapped it around the shaft, squeezing in sync with her sucking. Jareth moaned, feeling a climax building inside of him that he just couldn't suppress. He strained his arms and legs against his bonds, struggling to break free, but to no avail.

Jareth moaned louder into the tape around his mouth, warning Sarah that he was about to come. She pulled away, and to his dismay, he didn't orgasm at all. Knowing he couldn't force it, he resigned himself to whatever torture she would do next.

Sarah got up off of the prone Goblin King. In the darkness of the cell, with only a little light filtering in from a room far away, she unbuckled her pants. Jareth heard the snap and the zip, then the shushing of fabric against skin, as she pulled them off. He shut his eyes, knowing what was coming next. He waited in the darkness for her to take advantage of him again.

He waited.

And waited.

Finally, he sneaked open one eye. Just in front of his face were breasts. Big breasts. Sarah had removed all of her clothes now. She leaned before him in only her socks. He gasped, shock running through him, laced liberally with a growing lust. He was a seducer, after all.

The female cop smiled a cheshire smile, and slowly rose up before him, letting the Goblin King view her totally. His eyes (one of two things he could move) raked slowly up her body, pausing on her crotch and the dark curls of hair, and the breasts that he had yearned to squeeze, years ago, when she had wished her brother away and traversed his Labyrinth.

He nearly came then and there, as Sarah straddled his hips. She posed above him, the tip of his manhood pressing into her cunt just a *tiny* bit. He strained against his bonds, feeling the need to go further, *much* further. Sarah laughed at his efforts, and began the torture anew.

She slowly, almost painfully (to Jareth) rubbed her body forward and backward, working up *her* desire. Jareth never went more than an inch inside, and never lost contact with body, which was becoming wetter and slicker.

With a cry, Sarah sat down on him, impaling the Goblin King within her. She closed her eyes, and licked her lips, then began to rock back and forth, back and forth. She picked up speed, rocking intensely, with a need Jareth couldn't fathom. After a few minutes, she gave a cry, and Jareth felt her liquid ooze down onto his groin and upper thighs.

Sarah stood, and pulled on her clothes once more. She made no effort to tease Jareth with a reverse striptease.

The Goblin King whimpered loudly and pushed against his cuffs and the rope. He wanted - *needed* - release desperately. Sarah gave him her wicked smirk once more, and leaned down, her hands just about to touch...her mouth was so close...

She pulled up his tights, roughly yanking them into place over his erection. Jareth whimpered into his gag, and sagged back against the cot, defeated. Sarah hastily untied his feet, and unlocked the handcuffs, taking them off the wall hook. Lastly, she ripped off the duct tape on his mouth, causing him to gasp at the pain of it.

Sarah strode out of the cell, and locked it, leaving Jareth in darkness.

"You'll leave soon," she promised him. Weary and frustrated, Jareth fell into an exhausted sleep.

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As Jareth was led from his cell, he couldn't believe the night he was having. How much longer will this nightmare be? The officer led him to a chair and sat him down roughly. Unlocking his cuffs from one of Jareth's wrists, they locked the other to the desk drawer. Jareth was shocked.

"This is not necessary. It was my understanding that I was being processed to leave," he said as nicely as possible. When the officer didn't reply, but instead turned to leave, Jareth's anger got the better of him. "Where do you think you are going? Get back here and get these cuffs off me right now, do you hear me?" he bellowed. He watched the door shut behind the officer, leaving him alone cuffed to a desk. "This just isn't my day," he murmured, shaking his head in despair.

A noise caught his attention and he glanced up to see Sarah walking towards him holding a cup in her hand. Pulling against the cuff with no use, she came to stand in front of him with a wicked smile upon her lips. Pulling the set of cuffs from her belt, she slapped it on Jareth's free hand.

Jareth jumped to his feet, fighting her every inch of the way until he found himself sprawled across the desk like a trophy. He felt his tights slowly moving down his legs, then her hands on the buttons on his shirt. Glancing down at her, she just smiled back at him. Jareth strained against the cuffs once again.

"Now, now Jareth" she said softly as he felt the touch of metal around his ankles. "There, now that is much better, isn't it?" she asked, resuming her attention on his buttons.

"No it is not better!" he bit out. "Let me up now Sarah!" he demanded.

"Or what? You are hardly in a position to demand anything from me Jareth.  In fact, I rather like the position you are in now," she stated, giggling softly.

Jareth felt his shirt open and her fingers tracing the outline of his muscles. Her hands moved lower until he felt her fingers wrap around his length. An audible groan escaped his lips and he felt sheer pleasure as she stroked his rod, pulling and rubbing more than she should. His head felt dizzy at all the sensations she seemed to bring out of him. He hated her for it. He should be the one to pleasure her. That thought quickly left his mind as he felt her lips close around his searing length.

Sarah took him into her mouth and worked his rod with an intensity with her tongue. Working back and forth along his manhood, his groans made her smile against his organ. Picking up momentum, she could feel him lifting his hips, trying to thrust into her.  She felt his manhood grow hard and withdrew her sumptuous mouth from him before he had a chance to reach his climax.

Picking up the cup, she pulled a piece of ice from it and brought herself to cover Jareth's body. Smiling, she traced the outline of his nipple with the ice, making it good and cold. Pulling the cube away, she bent her head down and suckled at his nipple, warming it with all her attention. She followed with the other nipple, slowly breaking down his resistance to her. She felt him move beneath her and knew she could have him at any time.

"Sarah, don't toy with me," he said as sternly as possible. He felt her moving the ice cube down his chest. "You wouldn't dare?" he stated, shocked that Sarah would do this to him, of all people.

"Wouldn't I?" she giggled as the coldness of the ice met his manhood. Pulling the ice from him once again, she popped it into her mouth and smiled. "Care to guess what comes next?" she questioned.

Jareth knew exactly what she was up to. "No!  Don't you dare Sarah!" he commanded.

Sarah bent her head and once again worked his manhood with her mouth. Warming his rod with her tongue, she felt him grow and knew she wouldn't put it off much longer. Feeling him move within her lips, she perceived him as being ready for the advanced treatment.

Removing her mouth from his manhood, she stood up and slowly began to get undressed. She felt his eyes burning into her as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Pulling it open, she glanced at him to see him staring back. She removed it, followed by her bra, then went to work on her pants. Unbuckling the belt, she proceeded to move with agonizing slowness.  She observed the need for release in his eyes. Letting them drop to the floor, she placed her hands on her hips and looked at him long and hard.

"What?" he asked, after a few minutes of her close scrutiny.

"I don't know if I want you now," she replied, walking over to him.

"Please, Sarah" he pleaded, the need for release building within him. "You started this, now finish it," he said, eyeing her closely. His gaze lingered on her breasts.

Sarah grabbed the band of her panties and slowly shimmyied them down her legs. Stepping from them, she crawled on top of Jareth and straddled his hips. Grabbing his manhood, she lifted herself and guided him inside of her. She pushed him as deep as he could go, bringing her loins to connect with his.

Jareth pulled against the cuffs once again to no avail. He felt himself sheathed deep within her. He felt her rock slowly and he couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips. Looking up into her face, he could see elation there. Closing his eyes, he felt her move up and down his shaft, the friction between them arousing a lust that was buried deep within. A fire coursed through his body as she began to pick up momentum. Lifting his hips, he tried to pump into her in an effort to finally come and have the pleasure of climax fill his body.

Sarah felt her muscles tighten around him and pulled herself almost all the way off his rod, when suddenly she brought herself back down quickly setting off the spasms deep within her core that rocked her body. She felt Jareth's seed spill into her and collapsed on his chest.  Breathing heavily, she turned to look at him.

Jareth felt exhausted. His breathing now ragged, he could feel his sweat-covered body still covered with Sarah. He noticed that he was still inside her. Moving his hips slightly, he heard her gasp. A wicked grin crossed his face as he pushed himself up and into her.

Sarah sat straight up with a look of shock and surprise.  Sitting as still as possible, she could feel him trying to push himself deep within her. "So you think you can go again?" she smirked, moving slowly back and forth.

Jareth groaned beneath her and felt helpless at her mercy. He felt as though he was on fire, lifting his hips toward her. Each time he tried to thrust into her, he was met with the agonizing reality that he couldn't move. He felt her moving on his length and felt a burning deep inside of him begin slowly at first until it hit him all at once.  He came as his hot liquid poured from him into her essence.

Sarah pulled away from him, leaving him to mull over what had just happened. Pulling his tights back up, she fastened his shirt and began picking up her clothes. Giving him one last look, she walked from the room and didn't look back.

"Merry Christmas Jareth," she said softly, not looking at him, the door closing behind her.

"So it is," he remarked, trying to catch his breath. Jareth closed his eyes lazily, feeling exhausted. When Jareth woke up, he was uncuffed but still on the desk. Looking around, he saw no sign of anyone and grinned. Getting to his feet, Jareth strode toward the door. Pulling it open, he glanced back over his shoulder one last time, before walking from the building.

~End~