I do not own "Fable 3" or any of the "Fable" Series - Lionhead Studios does.

Based on the 2010 XBOX Game.

Rated M for Explicit Adult Content.

Special warning – rape, torture, and possibly incest.

The Princess and Major Swift are prisoners in the Castle's Dungeons. Can they find comfort and solace with each other, and more importantly, escape? Does Logan even know his sister is in captivity?

Jealousy and Possession

Chapter 2

Somehow they slept. Sarie awoke at intervals because her shoulders and wrists pained her so badly, but the warmth of Jack's body against hers was a balm that made the pain worthwhile. She may forever be denied his love, but she still had his affection and his presence. As sad as she was that he was in this miserable place at all, that comforted her.

Selfishly, she moved about very carefully so as to not wake him, yet enough to feel as much of his body as she could. His chest was broad and strong, his jawline was well-defined, his arms powerful and toned, and his thighs... Oh, gods! Sarie moaned and then sucked in an embarrassed breath as Jack shifted against her. To her immense relief he did not awaken. She snuggled back into her original position cradled against his chest and right arm and relaxed.

What was his body like beneath these clothes? From the feel of him and the skin that was visible in the dim light he was tanned, muscled, and very strong. His chest did not have much hair, she knew that much. But what about his legs? His belly? Was his manhood as broad and thick as the rest of him? Despite her horrible experience with Phillips, she longed to pull down Jack's trousers, take him into her mouth, and pleasure him until he begged for the sweet relief she could give him. The thought of worshipping his body and driving him out of his mind with bliss was enough to cause a knot of desire to form in her belly and spread out to heat her limbs.

How would he sound, caught in the throes of passion? How would he move? What was he like as a lover? Was he staid and disciplined, or wildly passionate? How she wished she could be the one to make this man moan, sigh, and cry out! Elliot had never aroused her so or even inspired such questions and thoughts. She was naked and wounded in a prison cell with Jack Swift and all she could think about was making love with him! Even though she was filthy and battered, she wished that he could want her. Others found her desirable, but Jack seemed to see her only as the Princess and the Hero.

Her eyes welled with tears. Anything special between them surely could never happen now. He had seen her used like a whore! He had seen her suck a man's cock and, worse, swallow his seed! How could Jack ever see her as a woman he could lay with, even if only for one night? Tears slid down her cheeks once again.

She had to find a way to overcome her love for Jack; that or somehow drive away the hope that burned incessantly in her heart. He would not, and could not, ever love her. If he could have once, there was no possibility that he could now. Not after this.

Even so, she could not help but wonder how many women had enjoyed his favours. Her tears were now a mixture of pain, fear, and jealous frustration. She was considered beautiful, Jack Swift liked her a great deal and respected her. She was even naked in his arms and he did not so much as try to sneak a peek at her body beneath the blanket! Yes, she conceded to herself, due to their circumstances he would likely not deem such behaviour appropriate, and even believed it could be insulting or hurtful to her. Still, she could not help but wish he would look at her as a woman; even just once!

Sarie sighed. She was thinking like a frustrated teen-aged girl. But Swift was enough to drive any woman of taste to distraction, so could she be blamed?

"Damnation, I've never been in such a position!" Jack whispered to her as the castle slowly came to life.

She still lay with her back against him with his arms wrapped protectively around her. "I've sworn an oath as a soldier and an oath to you," he continued, his voice slowing and deepening with melancholy, "yet I fear what will happen to you if I do not speak!"

"You mustn't!" Sarie replied. "It is very simple. As the Hero and your Princess, I order you to remain silent no matter what happens to me. Now, does that help?"

Swift smiled wryly and shook his head. "Not terribly."

"Jack Swift, listen to me. I never thought this would be easy, and I understand that it was difficult for you to see me interrogated. But you must not give in no matter what. Whatever that man does to me, I can bear it. Try to not watch or think on it. Do whatever it is you do when you have been in horrible circumstances in the past."

"Sarie, I have never been involved in something so horrible as this," he said, surprising her. "My entire career has been rather straight-forward compared to this. No battle or cause has ever been personal before."

"It is not personal now," she reminded him. "It is for Albion."

"It is personal, Sarie," he replied, looking deeply into her eyes. "It is very personal to me."

She shifted around to face him. She had to be strong. She understood that watching a woman be tortured was almost unbearable for him, but she did not want him to feel guilt on her behalf. She would not allow him to develop any weakness because of her, now now; not when Revolution was within their grasp.

"Jack, it is not. I am simply another casualty, that is all. I am just another prisoner to be interrogated and locked away if she does not cooperate. Even if Logan discovers that I am here and decides to have me executed for treason, you must not speak! You will simply have to do your best to carry on in the Revolution without me."

He grasped her arms and the blanket slipped down her chest just a little, but neither acknowledged it.

"Damn it, Sarie, I know you are saying what you believe is correct and just, but it does not change the fact that..." He stopped and drew in a ragged breath. "It does not change the fact that I don't think I can endure seeing you suffer again as you did last night!"

"What can you do?" she challenged him. "You cannot tell them anything! If you do, all is lost!"

"If I don't, then all is lost. At least if I do you may yet survive even if Albion is conquered!"

His retort shocked her. She did not understand him, so she pressed on. "Jack, I don't know what you mean! If Albion loses this upcoming battle, conditions all over will be very bad! Who knows how many will die? The way I see it is if that happens and you are still here to lead and inspire people, there will always be hope for recovery. I am no leader of men, and certainly no leader of soldiers. Between the two of us, your life is the more valuable if one of us must be sacrificed."

She felt his hands massage her sore shoulders as he pondered her words. "It is possible that Logan may spare me because I am his sister. But he may be enraged and execute me as an example to others. If that is the case, the Crown will remain Logan's. People like you, Walter, and Page must carry on in my stead. I was angry and had some hope last night that escape for us could be possible. But I must be realistic and realise that such may not happen. If not, I need you to carry on, Jack, as best you can. I...I also want you to be as happy in your life as possible."

Swift sighed and pulled Sarie into a gentle embrace. "You ask more of me than you know, Sarie."

"Then what don't I know?" she asked, wincing at the pain in her wrists and aching arms as she leaned into Swift's chest. She felt his lips brush her forehead and his hands move to her shoulders in at attempt to alleviate their cramping.

"That I cannot tell you. As your soldier and as a gentleman, I cannot. Just know that you ask, perhaps, more than I can give, but I shall do my best to acquiesce to your wishes."

"You are not my soldier," Sarie said, groaning at the pain shooting up and down her arms. Her wrists were no longer bleeding, she was sure, but the metal encircling and trapping them was tight and unrelenting. "You are, as of now, Albion's soldier, and your own man. Consider yourself relieved from my service. If we both survive and escape this place, we can renegotiate."

Jack chuckled softly. "The problem with that statement, Sarie, is that I am, and always will be, at your service. There is no room for renegotiation."

His face dipped downward and his lips tenderly caressed her bare shoulder. "Sarie, why don't we simply focus on survival for the present. Between the two of us I feel hope for the first time since I was arrested."

Sarie closed her eyes and savoured the feel of his kiss on her cool flesh. Did he have any idea how his simple gesture, meant to comfort her, truly made her feel? It wasn't as upsetting to her as she would have feared normally, as she had no illusions that his kiss meant anything more than comfort, but she suddenly felt the same as he did.

She felt hope. No, not hope that he could love her, but hope that they could indeed escape this hellish place somehow. The very fact that Jack cared enough for and respected her so highly as to pledge himself to her regardless of their circumstances reinforced the fact that she was supposed to be a Hero! Not just any Hero, but The Hero meant to save Albion from a coming Darkness that would soon sweep the land. Surely a Hero would be able to survive and overcome this Trial.

With the care and support of Jack Swift, she would survive. They both would.

"Jack," she whispered, "we'll survive this. We will. I promise you."

"Just promise me that you will," he replied, pulling her closer.

"No, Jack. I promise that we both will." "In that case, Sarie, I swear to you that you won't regret placing your faith in me."

"I've decided that since further interrogation of Swift will prove to be pointless, I'll continue to try with you, Louisa. The fact is, either you'll break and tell me everything, and thus the King, what he wants to know, or Swift will finally break when he sees just how imaginative and merciless I can be with you."

Sarie saw Jack's face whiten as Phillips hauled her out of the cell by her hair and back toward the chains dangling from the ceiling. The chains she had been hung from the day before frightened her so badly that her knees weakened and she sagged to the floor. Phillips yanked her back to her feet.

"Don't worry, Louisa, I'll not be chaining you today. See this table? I'm going to allow you to lay down. Yes, you'll be in some pain from lying on your bound arms, but what else can I do? I can't risk you using your magic!"

"What sort of interrogation is this, Phillips?" Swift demanded. "And why don't you have any of your other so-called 'men' here?"

Phillips sneered at Swift. "Not that it's any of your concern, 'Captain," but I'll be using my own methods on her first. If she, or you, for that matter, still refuse to cooperate, I may then call in more for their...ah...assistance."

Sarie sucked in a terrified breath. This man intended to rape her, didn't he? At the very least he intended to sexually torture her, she was certain.

"Say nothing!" Sarie mouthed to Swift as her tormentor dropped her on her back on the rough wooden table. Jack's face registered horror and fury at his helplessness, but he neither nodded nor shook his head. Sarie didn't know whether he'd stand firm on his silence or not. But he was, first and foremost a soldier, so surely he would not betray the Revolution before it could even begin!

Phillips went to a nearby shelf and retrieved several pieces of rope and something that Sarie could not identify. It was black and looked like leather. He dropped the rope on the table and went to Swift's cell. Sarie was relieved when she saw what Phillips intended. He was going to gag Jack. Granted, the act was cruel, but she couldn't help but be pleased that the Major wouldn't be able to say anything to betray the planned Revolution, no matter how he would feel at whatever Phillips had planned for her. Also, however, it was likely that Phillips did not want to give Jack the opportunity to speak. He wanted his way with her and if Jack spoke he would have no excuse to do so.

Their tormentor entered Jack's cell and used a pair of handcuffs to loop together two links of chain behind the Major's back so that his arms were rendered useless. After Swift was gagged with the leather strap Phillips returned to Sarie.

She had been frightened before, but now she felt true terror begin to flood her body. The guard seized her right ankle and tied the rope around it and then tied it to the nearest leg of the table. He then did the same to her left ankle. She was now fastened down with her legs spread widely. But her hands were behind her back, so he wouldn't be able to reach her wrists! Still, Sarie wondered if she could do anything by attempting to sit up. Almost as soon as that thought crossed her mind Phillips came up with something worse to hold her upper body down.

"You've got really nice melons, as I said yesterday. Did you know that I can enjoy them and use them against you at the same time?"

He brushed the third piece of rope against her quivering breasts and grinned. His foetid breath wafted over Sarie's face and she hoped she wouldn't be sick. She saw Jack's anger and worse, his fear for her in his eyes. She knew she could not allow herself worry about Jack now, so she tore her gaze from him. She had to get through whatever awaited her now and do so without breaking her resolution of silence regarding Page and the Revolution. Also, if she was able to take her 'interrogation' with dignity and a minimum of fear Jack wouldn't be so traumatized. He was an honourable man and seeing a woman, especially one he was close to harmed and humiliated, was something he may not be able to bear.

Since her breasts were thrust upward lewdly due to her wrists being manacled behind her, Phillips wasted no time in using that to his perverted advantage.

"Nice and ripe, my little one," he said with desire fairly dripping from his tone. He seized her nipples firmly and twisted them harshly enough to make Sarie gasp. Her eyes filled with tears as he twisted them again. He climbed atop the table and leaned down so close his breath hissed into her ear. "Now, kiss me, Louisa, and if you do it nice and good, I just may spare you some of the fun I have planned for us."

Sarie didn't know what to do. A kiss was not much to ask, for this man would still do whatever he wanted with her. But if she did kiss him, what could he spare her from? She thought she knew a great deal about sex, but what if she did not and he had something horrible planned that was worse than rape? His lips hovered over hers. Fighting back nausea, Sarie kissed him. In but a moment he had his foul tongue between her lips and plundering her mouth. Not only did she despise him, but the intimacy of the act was too vile for her. Against her will she gagged and resisted. Of course this angered Phillips. He drew back and slapped her, snapping her head to one side.

"Bitch! You can't even kiss me? Well, you'll soon learn to cooperate!" He then moved down to her breasts and laved his tongue over one reddened nipple. "And don't even pretend you don't like this, you whore!"

She didn't; she despised it. The man was vile and even if his touch was meant to be romantic or gentle, she would still despise it. But he had no such intentions, and that was clear. He was a cruel man who enjoyed his job 'interrogating' prisoners. Obviously, he either never, or seldom, had a woman in his power.

"I wonder if your friend Swift will be able to look at you with anything but disgust once I've had my way with you, you traitorous wench!"

He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, hard. Sarie couldn't be silent any longer. She cried out in pain and Phillips laughed.

"So, you do have your limits today, eh? Well, this is just the beginning!"

He had obviously planned how to make today's session as unpleasant for her as possible and it didn't seem likely to Sarie that he cared about any information she may or may not have. He just wanted to toy with and torment her body. He wound a length of rope around one breast and tied it off so tightly that it hurt. He repeated the procedure on the other. By the time he was finished binding her breasts they were deep pink in colour and aching. Another rope was placed across her mouth and pulled harshly downward to separate her lips while also effectively holding her head down. He leaned over to tie it off to something beneath the table. The final piece of rope was used to encircle her neck. He grinned and held the dangling leftover section above her frightened face.

"Now, you give me any trouble and I'll choke you, you hear? And if an 'accident' happens, well, I won't be to blame, will I? Prisoners die all the time down here, so another corpse won't be anything new."

At that Sarie heard a furious kicking at Swift's cell door. She could not see him at all now, but she could imagine his horror and anger. Manacled to the wall as he was, there was nothing he could do to help her; still, she knew he felt he had to try. Phillips ignored him. He slid downward on the table between Sarie's spread thighs and blew on her helplessly exposed centre. He grinned widely when the young woman cringed.

"So, I wonder if you're a virgin or not. Not that I care, really, but you might. By the time I've had some fun with you today, if you were before you won't be after. And not to worry, just in case you're a filthy whore, I ain't risking infection. I have plenty of condoms." He chuckled. "So, we'll also be able to have lots of fun, you and me!"

Sarie's lips quivered around the rope between them and tears began to seep down her temples. True fear mixed with revulsion swept over her and her entire body broke out in goose-flesh. She was relieved that this man may rape her simply and in a straight-forward manner, but for the first time in her life, the fact that the choice was taken from her completely made her understand how the victims of rape felt. He had not even violated her body yet and terror, disgust, and self-loathing permeated her entire body. And her mind. Now she realised how rape was not only a physical trauma, but a mental and emotional one. Still, she would handle whatever this vile creature did to her as well as she could. So far, she was remaining silent and not begging, pleading, or crying.

"Now, I wonder," the disgusting man drawled, "how should I enjoy you first? Just in case you're a virgin, let me clarify."

Sarie's skin prickled with dread and she had an idea of what he was going to say.

"You've several very nice places for a man to use, you pretty little morsel. I've already sampled one yesterday. You've two left. You've the 'front' and the 'back' doors left. Now, I'll be real nice and give you the easiest option. I'll take you by the front door today if you tell me something that the King would be pleased to hear. If you don't, I'll take you by the back, and let me tell you, you won't like that at all! Whore or not, I'll make sure you're very well-used before throwing you back into the cell for the day! I'm beginning to think I'd enjoy having you here with me for a very long time. So, feel free to not say a thing!"

He smugly looked up and over at Swift, who Sarie could not see.

"You don't look well, Captain. In fact, you look downright sick. Do you have something to say?"

Sarie frantically shook her head as best she could. She didn't know how Jack was trying to respond, if he was at all. Knowing him, he was trying to and if nothing else, he hoped to buy her time or perhaps even an opportunity to escape, slim as that chance appeared to be at the moment. Phillips looked back down at Sarie's tear-streaked face.

"Well, I'll trust you then, Louisa. I'll assume he has nothing of value to say. So, do you? Do you have anything you'd like to tell me? Remember, front door or back, it's your choice."

He squeezed her now purple breasts and involuntarily she shrieked in torment. The blood flow was so restricted in her bosom now that even his lightest touch would have been excruciating. She heard Swift's muffled anguished voice attempting to plead for her, but Phillips ignored him once again.

"Do you, my pretty little captive? Do you have anything to say about the Underground and Page?"

Closing her eyes and steeling herself as best she could, Sarie shook her head.

"No? Well then, I guess you've made your choice. It's been a while since I've had this particular pleasure. Even street whores don't usually allow this. But you're my whore now, aren't you? I can do anything I like to you and there ain't nothing you can do about it, unless you're willing to talk. But I'll admit that I'd be disappointed if you do. I can't wait to enjoy you."

He seized her nipples and twisted them so hard that Sarie's resulting shrieks echoed around the room. The sounds sickened even her and she feared how Jack was feeling. His frustrated helplessness was likely eating him alive. But she couldn't allow the Revolution to fail! She had to be strong, and so did he.

Phillips hopped off the table and he pulled a condom from his pocket. "Now, this is just to protect me from any disease you may have, but be grateful. It will also make this a little easier on you. Not that I like that, but we can't have everything, eh?"

He unfastened his breeches and Sarie could see that he was sliding a condom onto his cock. Did this man ever think of anything besides sex? He climbed back onto the table and leaned over her.

"I'd say you've already lost your right to speak what you know and get out of this, so I guess I'll just have to plough you good. First, though, I wonder how these must feel for you now."

He twisted her abused nipples yet again and it took all her strength of will to keep from screaming. She wanted to be as brave as she could for Jack's sake. Phillips edged his erection to her nether entrance. Even though the angle was not ideal, he would still be able to enter her with relative ease. Sarie closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable, but the vile man was angry and slapped her face.

"You watch me as I plunder you, whore! No closing your eyes and escaping this! Try that again and I'll do much worse, I promise you that!"

Swift's cell door rattled again and his muffled cries of distress and protest went unheeded. Phillips pressed against her tiny nether entrance and he paused, licking his lips.

"This is going to be so much fun...for me."

He braced himself above her so that his face was over hers. His tongue snaked out to lap at her tears. "Crying? Well, you really shouldn't, you know. You could have avoided all this if you'd just talked to begin with!" With that he pressed the tip of his swollen member against her virgin entrance and pushed hard. The pain was immediate and so sharp that Sarie couldn't help but scream again. She was angry at herself for doing so, but nothing had ever hurt so badly! The brute pushed again and forced more of himself inside her, causing her passage to spasm and cramp with almost unendurable agony. She had never felt anything so horrible before. She began to sweat profusely and her body trembled violently. Gods, it hurt!

He pushed harder yet. When she emitted another agonized shriek he barked out a laugh of triumph and with a final shove, slapped his belly against her pelvis. Sarie's body shook, trembled, perspired, and her almost deafening screams barely registered in her brain. She was so enveloped in pain that all sound was muted, her vision swam and her belly heaved. She barely heard Jack's roars of anguish and the rattling of the door, nor Phillips grunts of pleasure as he used her as roughly as he pleased. She didn't know how much time passed as he pumped in and out of her, slapped her injured breasts and occasionally her face, but blessedly her agony began to numb and her brain to have difficulty discerning reality from a world filled with torture and pain.

Sarie was barely aware when he climaxed and roared his pleasure. She vaguely saw him climb off the table. A moment later she was suddenly doused with a bucket of cold water and he was moving around the table.

"Can't have you with broken arms," she heard him say, but didn't know what he meant. She was picked up and carried to Jack Swift's cell. Why, she didn't know. Why would he allow them to be together?

Her mind was still trying to align itself with reality as Phillips unlocked the door and tossed her inside, where Jack caught her against his chest. She sagged in exhausted suffering as the agony in her backside returned anew.

Jack pulled her firmly against his chest and began whispering something. Vaguely she realised that her hands were now manacled in front of her instead of behind her. That was surely a relief. And her breasts were still purple, but free of the rope, as was her neck. And Jack's gag and handcuffs were gone. When had that happened?

"Have fun together. I'll be back later. Or tomorrow. I hope you have enough bread and water left, because I have plans and worrying about food for traitors like you ain't on my priority list."