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Sarah was in the Labyrinth— again…
Falling…
Falling…
Falling…
Until the coarse and heavy Helping Hands stopped her descent. Still looking up at the glaring square of daylight above her, the only illumination in this chasm… she could feel their fingers pressed deep into her skin, holding up her bodyweight over the oubliette below. The countless Hands supporting her and holding her— and suddenly she was naked.
She looked down to see the deep blue Hands all over her. They held her bare ankles and her feet, they gripped her soft calves, hooked under her knees, lifted up her pale thighs. Hands held firm on her hips and ass. They supported her back, pressing hard against her ribs and shoulder blades, tightening around her waist. Hands extended from her smooth shoulders, under her upper arms, her elbows, wrapped around her wrists, even held her hands. She was completely supported and lifted up.
Then they began caressing— stroking — touching…
The first one she noticed was the gentle brush of those rough fingertips of a Helping Hand at her soft belly. Starting at her belly button, dragging up to her sternum between her breasts and back down. The next hand came from behind her, over her shoulder, to drag its way over her collarbones. Another was drawing up and down her neck, until Sarah let her head fall back. Hands were stroking her long brunette hair. One drew a thumb over her lower pouty lip.
For Hands that looked so rough and dirty, they felt so good.
Dozens of Hands now began moving over her body. Two rose from between her legs and squeezed the fair flesh of her inner thighs. Yet another started at her hip and slowly crept its way over her little belly and touched the small patch of hair between her legs. Two hands were cupping her breasts, fondling, kneading… One very daring hand gently separated the two small lush mounds of skin to rub her labia, slow up and down strokes, then circles and more pressure.
Sarah began to breathe faster. Her nipples were hardening. Her skin was flushing.
One particular hand down between her legs became two. The first continued to focus on her lower lips, spreading them. A second hand was hooking up and found her clitoris. Sarah’s whole body arched, the Helping Hands intensified their attentions.
Her legs were pulled and spread wide by the other Hands, and another Hand joined the other two in the small triangle of her groin, but it focused solely on gently pushing its way to the one location it seemed they all wanted… Sarah felt the thick finger locate her vagina… It wiggled there for a moment, not entering, just teasing…
All of the Hands seemed to be sharing the same mind— as if a coordinated attack, every hand on Sarah’s body simultaneously had a task. One wrapped around her throat, pulling her up and back against them— stretching her body long. The Hands on her breasts pinched her nipples hard. The finger rubbing her clit started to practically vibrate with lightning fast minute movements, making her whole body quake as the central Hand thrust its thick finger into her. There was no pain as she was overwhelmed with pleasure from the infinite number of Hands currently pleasuring every inch of her body! She started to moan and gasp.
—
Jareth sat in his empty throne room alone save for a single goblin at his feet, brooding.
Since The Girl Who Ate the Peach and Forgot Everything had fooled and defied the Goblin King, much had changed. Word of Sarah’s escape from his Labyrinth and Jareth’s defeat had spread quickly. Those goblins who had doubted Jareth’s power to best even a simple 16-year old girl had attempted to stage a coup. The war had been bloody and long. Jareth had won, but at a great cost. While he retained his title of Goblin King, his reign was shaky.
The goblin with him now was a whiny little brat that Jareth had stolen from another teen who’d called upon him to take her sibling away. When he’d appeared to her to explain how to get her baby brother back, the girl had thrown herself at the Goblin King and said she had no desire to save him, only wanting to be with the king. He’d gone back to the palace frustrated. The child had been so young that it hadn’t even learned how to speak. Now Jareth was saddled with this imbecile goblin forever.
The Goblin King sensed a strange disturbance in his Labyrinth. Someone was inside. He tried to brush away the feeling, probably just some idiotic creature that fell into one of his traps. Jareth didn’t care. But at that moment, the massive doors of his throne room were thrown open by one of his goblins. The goblin bowed from a respectful distance and announced that someone had fallen into the shaft leading to the one of the oubliettes.
Back when Jareth commanded hundred of thousands of goblins, he’d have just sent one of them to deal with it. The goblin standing in front of him looked at the king with a certain level of distain. The Goblin King grit his teeth. The goblin was defying him. Whatever it took, Jareth would restore his former prestige! He would be feared and respected once again… It was what occupied all of his time now, contemplating ways to demonstrate his power to the lowly goblins he ruled and revive his reign.
He looked down at the imbecile at his feet. Sending him would be pointless— though Jareth entertained the idea of the little goblin getting himself stuck in the oubliette and never being seen again. It was a very appealing idea.
“I will go and deal with it myself.” Jareth rose and left the vile creatures behind.
He appeared in the dark nest of Helping Hands, expecting to find some pathetic goblin crying to be freed by the king. What he saw instead froze Jareth instantly.
It was Sarah.
Sarah, completely naked, illuminated by the light from above, was laid out before him, dozens of Helping Hands touching every inch of her supple, fair and wondrous body. She had matured since the last time he’d seen her! She was older, taller, fuller…
Her eyes were closed, her whole body was flushed in the full throes of pleasure. Hands were touching every inch of that precious flesh! Her pliant breasts were nestled in large dark Hands, the pink swollen nipples were being twisted and teased. Hands stroked every single inch of her ribs, stomach, shoulders, arms, legs. And there, in the center, several Hands focused on her warm, wet deep core. Fingers stimulated her and thrust into her. She moaned around two fingers that were submerged deep in her mouth, wet with her saliva.
Her body began to buck. Jareth was transfixed.
Sarah’s head turned and her deep dark eyes, glazed and hazy in lust and desire, opened. Their eyes locked for an instant as she climaxed.
—
Sarah bolted up from the bed, gasping and panting. Her body was covered in a sheen of fine sweat, making her thin pajamas stick to her skin. The sheets on her dorm room bed were twisted and in knots.
She had been having that dream again… The Helping Hands dream. But it had felt so different this time! They’d never gone that far before! She could still feel the phantom feeling of the hands on every inch of her body. Inside her! She felt her heart beat pulsing between her legs.
Then JARETH had showed up! Sarah was still trying to calm her frantic breath. God, it had felt so real! Yet, the Goblin King had looked surprised— why would he…?
Sarah felt wet. She looked down at her underwear. She was soaked!
She shakily stood up, grabbed fresh clothes and her towel and headed into the bathroom. She desperately needed a shower! A very cold shower.