Greeting treasured readers. This little one-shot my muse insisted I write. And how could I resist? This will not interfere with my ongoing stories. Enjoy!

This story deals with mature themes and will contain descriptions of sex acts. Please be aware this story contains dub con/non con situations. 18+ recommended.

I do not own the Labyrinth story or the characters. This little tale, however, is the product of my twisted imagination.

Breaking Glass

A sad and defeated Sarah Williams sat in the holding cell of the Rockland County lockup. She was sitting between a drunk, homeless woman and a scantily clad, strung-out prostitute. How had this happened to her? Oh, Sarah knew very well how she ended up on the destructive path she currently found herself. A lot had happened to the twenty-two year old high school dropout and it could all be traced back to that night she foolishly wished Toby to the goblins.

After the celebration in her bedroom, Sarah tried to turn her attitude around but, let's face it, she had been a silly, spoiled fifteen year old. Even the labyrinth and it's mysterious monarch could not affect that kind of change overnight. And so, still at odds with her step-mother and feeling taken advantage of by her living situation, she had impulsively packed up as much of her possessions as she could carry in a backpack and duffel bag, and had run away from home. She bought a one way ticket on a Greyhound bus to Los Angeles. It was the single biggest mistake of her young life.

Upon arriving in L.A., she quickly discovered she wasn't old enough to get a legitimate job. So, living on the street, staying in shelters when she could and stealing whatever she could just to survive; these things had precipitated the slow descent into the life of a sex worker. She was pretty and young and got turned out by Jeannie, a female pimp. Jeannie catered to a select clientele: females looking for other females for sex. And Jeannie had seduced Sarah herself, something she rarely did, but she was very attracted to Sarah.

(Jeannie's apartment seven years ago)

"Come on, Sarah, sweetheart. Have a seat and dig in. My chicken and dumplings are legendary." Jeannie was in her late thirties, blonde and pretty. She looked at Sarah like she was a piece of cheesecake, something sweet she wanted to eat on the spot. "Here, have a drink." She handed Sarah a wine spritzer.

"Um, I can't. I'm only fifteen. Thank you for offering to help me find work and giving me a meal and a place to stay for the night. You're the first friend I've found since coming West." Sarah cautiously ate the food, the first real hot meal she'd had in weeks.

"Don't be silly, girl, drink the drink. It's mostly Seven-up anyway, with a little wine. No one is going to call the cops if you drink it." Jeannie licked her lips as she watched the naïve young woman drink the spritzer in three big gulps. She mixed her another drink right away, adding more wine, knowing as she became intoxicated, the inexperienced child wouldn't notice the increase in alcohol. And after cleaning her plate and drinking four more wine spritzers, Sarah was very drunk and was easy prey for the vastly more experienced lesbian. "Come with me and I'll show you where you'll be sleeping." She grabbed her hand and pulled her into the only bedroom in the apartment. Sarah was so drunk she didn't question it.

Once she had the girl seated on the bed, she made her first move: a simple hug, rubbing her back and neck to help relax Sarah and have her become accustomed to her touch. This was almost too easy, so she had to find out a bit more about the green-eyed beauty. "So, you took off for the Golden coast? Were you running away from an abusive boyfriend?"

Sarah giggled, the wine having made her feel warm and loose. "No, no boyfriend, abusive or otherwise. There was a guy but he was out of my league." Sarah, unbuttoned and pulled off her jeans and grabbed the nightshirt out of her bag. She got up off the bed and stumbled into the bathroom to changed into the nightshirt and brush her teeth. When she came out of the bathroom, Jeannie was not in the room and the bed had been turned down along with the lights. On the bedside table was yet another glass of wine without the soda. Sarah drank it down and climbed into the bed, sighing contentedly. Her first night on clean sheets since leaving home.

Jeannie stood in the doorway, in just her camisole and bikini panties, already touching herself, she was that turned on just looking at the brown haired beauty. She was going to enjoy this. A virgin: God really had smiled on her with this one. She tiptoed over to the bed and climbed in next to the almost sleeping Sarah and kissed her gently on the lips. She watched as Sarah's eyes popped open and looked shocked and confused. Jeannie dropped all pretense. "Time for you to pay for your room and board, little dove." She clamped her mouth over Sarah's before she could protest and pushed her tongue into her mouth.

Sarah lay there, frozen in shock and mortification. She was going to be forced to engage in sex for the "kindness" Jeannie had given to her. She just lay there, stiff as a board, terrified.

"Okay, we can do this the nice way or the hard way, both work for me. Either you relax and go with this or I get out the handcuffs and rope. Which would you prefer?"

The sound of her throaty chuckle made Sarah want to hurl! She took in three deep breaths and forced herself to relax.

"Good choice. Trust me, you are going to enjoy this. I'm good at what I do." The grin she flashed at Sarah was supremely confident and triumphant. She pulled the nightshirt off the trembling girl and covered one breast with her hand and the other with her mouth, sucking on the nipple, hard. The girl squirmed which made Jeannie more bold, seeing this as consent rather than an attempt to escape. She moved her mouth to the other breast while her hands moved over the girl's stomach and to the tops of her panties. Her slender fingers slipped under the waistband and honed directly in on the clit, stroking and playing it with expert skill. "Oh, honey, you're already a little wet. You are enjoying this, aren't you?" When she got no reply, she pinched the bundle of nerves, causing Sarah to cry out. "Aren't you?" She growled in anger.

"Yes. I am…enjoying it." She whispered the words, feeling dirty and disgusted.

"And we've only just started." Jeannie ripped the panties off of Sarah and pounced on her, thrusting her tongue in between her lady lips. The sound of Sarah's gasp drove her further. She quickly moved down between Sarah's thighs and pulled her legs open and proceeded to lick and suck her hot, little muff. "Mmmm, you are a sweet little morsel, girl. We are going to pull an all-nighter. So just lay back and enjoy the ride." She added her fingers to help her tongue work Sarah's clit and the increase in sensations started to cause a tight feeling to coil in Sarah's belly. Sarah couldn't help it: Jeannie was playing her body like an expert and her untried body was responding of its own accord. When the older woman started thrusting her finger into her tight, virginal punani, Sarah had the first orgasm in her life that she hadn't give herself. A high pitched keening sound escape her lips as she rode out the intense sensations, while Jeannie kept working her mouth, tongue and finger to draw out the pleasure. When the orgasm finally faded into a complicated memory, Sarah opened her eyes and saw that Jeannie was now naked and straddling her hips.

"Your turn." She grinned lasciviously at her and started to move her crotch closer to Sarah's face.

"You can't! I don't, I mean, I've never. NO!" She shrieked. The harsh crack of the slap across her face snapped Sarah out of her hysterics and she stared at Jeannie in fear.

"You can and you WILL!" She growled angrily at Sarah and lowered her cooch onto Sarah's mouth. "Now use your tongue and mouth on me just like I did on you. If you get me off, I'll let you stay here and you can be my newbie. Make it good or I'll give you to Titus and he'll put you on a corner to get fucked by any guy with twenty bucks in his pocket. My way is so much better, believe me." She rotated her hips, encouraging Sarah to mimic what she had done to her. Tentatively, she licked at the clit being pushed into her mouth and was surprised when she heard moans of delight from the woman above her. "Oh, yeah, do that. Ooo, it feels good. I bet I taste good to you, don't I?"

Sarah nodded her head out of fear that if she didn't agree she'd be introduced to Titus.

"Put a finger in me." Jeannie moaned when Sarah complied right away. This girl was the best and most agreeable newbie she'd ever initiated. "More, suck on it and put in another finger. Thrust in and out. Ooo, yeah, that's it. I'm starting to feel it. Come on, little dove, make me cum."

Sarah pumped her fingers in and out, feeling the walls contract around her fingers. Her tongue and lips worked feverishly, wanting to get her to orgasm so this would be over so she could throw up and shower.

"More! Add another finger. Yes, yes, yes! Oh I'm going to cum. Get ready for it because I'm a squirter."

And the very next thing that happened was warm liquid squirted over Sarah's face and she shuddered at the odd sensation. Jeannie collapsed next to the shaking girl and words of praise filled the air.

"Oh, I'm keeping you for me. You are so gifted for someone who's never had sex before." She saw the girl was now crying. "Don't cry, little dove. You're still a virgin: your cherry hasn't been popped. Just think, if you find Mr. Right, he doesn't even need to know you've been pleasured before." The cruel edge to her laughter drove Sarah out of the bed and into the bathroom where she puked her guts out and took the hottest shower of her life, scrubbing until her skin was red and raw.

(Back in County lockup)

Sarah shook her head, tears falling onto her bare thighs. All those years being used by women who paid Jeannie for her services. It took two years for Sarah to run away and she went the only place she could go: home. The reception she received was certainly not warm and welcoming. Her father had had a stroke and was in a nursing home and Irene didn't want the "bad influence" under her roof. So, Sarah did the only thing she could: She sold her body to women looking for pussy. And as a free lance sex worker she made pretty good money. She rented a studio apartment and lived modestly. That is until tonight.

She was hanging out at the local lesbian bar, looking to get picked up when two manly looking women got into a fight over which of the two was getting Sarah's pussy. The fight brought the police and since she had been busted for soliciting before, she got hauled in with the fighting women. She now looked around her at the other women and realized she was a complete loser. And for the first time in seven years, she considered that being the prisoner of the Goblin king was preferable to the life she currently had. She stood up, pulled the mini dress down over her lower half and smoothed her hands over her hair and in a loud, clear voice spoke the fateful words, "I wish the goblins would come and take me away…Right now!" The lights flickered out and when the guards turned them back on, there was one less woman in the holding cell.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked upon the Goblin king sprawled out on his throne. "Hello, your majesty." She sounded so timid and unsure. Gone was the defiant teenager.

"Well, little Sarah, not so little anymore." He smirked as he let his eyes slip over her womanly figure. "I must say, that is a short dress you have on, my dear. Not that I'm complaining, but I must ask how much do you charge for your wares, hmm?" He grinned the kind of grin Sarah had seen too many times. He was thinking of her just like all the other johns and janes did: she was used goods, good enough to be used if the price was right. He observed the tears that now fell and he felt a slight twinge of regret. "I'm not looking for company at the moment, but perhaps we can come to some sort of arrangement?"

Sarah sobbed as she collapsed onto the dirty floor of the pit in front of his throne. This wasn't going to be any better. Different path but just as destructive. Through her tears she managed to grind out the words. "I only ask for food and a place to stay, your Highness. I will be whatever you want me to be." She looked up and saw he was leaning forward, a look of intense interest on his gorgeous face. He was still the most beautiful creature she'd ever beheld.

Jareth couldn't believe his pointed ears. She had just given herself to him for nothing more than room and board? He knew what her life had been but he could only watch her through his crystals; watch her get paid for sex. She had blocked him from going to her when she uttered those hated words. And he couldn't go to her, no matter how much he had wanted to since she never called for him. He would make the offer again, but only after she was made to pay for her destructive acts upon himself and his kingdom. He did still love her and wanted her as his queen, but not until she learned the lesson she failed to learn the first time she was here.

"You will be given appropriate clothing, a room to stay in and food to eat. I expect you to act respectful and appropriate at all times. As to what I want personally, that we can discuss tonight in my bedchambers." He smirked and raised one slanted eyebrow at her soft gasp. Yes, he would be cruel but he did fully intended to be equally generous in time.

(The end?)