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 3

Sarie was lying on her side bundled in blankets with Jack snuggled behind her. He had an arm draped over her middle and held her protectively against his chest.

"Are you all right?" he whispered, his voice choked with grief. "I know what a foolish question that is, but I desperately want to help you somehow!"

"Just hold me and try to not be disgusted by me," Sarie whispered back hoarsely.

"Disgusted?" Jack sounded taken aback. "Why ever would I be disgusted by you? You've done nothing! It's Logan's man who has done this, not you!"

"Thank you, Jack, but you know as well as I do that no man will ever have me now. I am officially 'damaged goods.'"

Silence. Sarie felt Jack's arm tighten around her, but he did not speak. How could he deny the truth? She was damaged now. It did not matter if a woman was willing or not in her defilement; she was marked for it and had to pay the price for the rest of her life.

His other hand gently brushed her hair over her shoulder and his lips caressed the back of her neck. He finally spoke and his voice was filled with conviction.

"Sarie, I could not disagree more. Any man worthy of the name would be honoured to have you, and divinely blessed to also have your love. I've never known a stronger, more honourable, incredible, and beautiful woman than you."

His warmth and sincerity soothed away a little of her self-loathing. Part of her wished that he knew how she felt about him, but what good would that do either of them? On the other hand, if one or both were to die, she would want him to know.

"Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"I want to tell you something. Please, hold your peace and just let me speak. When I am finished, I beg you to say nothing about it to me, ever. I...I need for you to know something, but I cannot bear to know your thoughts about it."

"Sarie, you can tell me anything."

"I know, but that doesn't mean that I am being wise to tell you what I am about to."

He shifted to kiss her cheek. "Very well, I'll not interrupt you, but I cannot promise to say nothing after you finish. What if what I have to say would please you, or soothe you?"

Sarie laughed softly, her voice still hoarse, but Jack's words made her feel better, even if he proved to be incorrect. She could now at last unburden her heart. At the very worst he would know and not berate her. At best he would sympathise with her and still be her friend.

"Very well, I suppose I'll have to accept your well-meant assurances, Major," she replied, trying to lighten the mood a little.

She took a deep breath and began. "Jack, we are, and have been, close friends for quite a while now." She felt him nod in agreement. "But over time, I have not been able to help but develop deeper and more intense feelings for you."

He froze behind her for a moment, but his arm then pulled her more tightly again him, encouraging her to continue.

"I am not an innocent, Jack, but I've only ever been with one other man. His name was Elliot, and I think you know about him and what happened to him." She felt him nod once more. "He loved me, but I did not love him; at least not the way he wanted me to. Still, we expected to marry some day, so I allowed him...liberties, but not until I was well over twenty years old. I never gave up hope for true love, you see. But when no other man entered my life who I cared for or could be considered suitable for me by my brother, I expected Logan to simply marry me to Elliot, but that never happened. I'm angry and miserable that Elliot died, but I have to admit that I'm relieved I didn't have to marry him."

She paused, leaned her head back against him and shifted her body. Even though the light was dim in the dungeon, she did not want to risk Jack seeing her eyes or she seeing his, so she fixed her gaze on the floor.

"I've met many men, of course, but none inspired any feeling in me, were approved of by Logan, or who were interested in me beyond my title. Besides, I never found any other man to my liking. But when I met you, Jack, all that changed."

He did not move or utter a sound, so Sarie did not know whether or not to be pleased that Jack was remaining silent or not. Were her words welcome to him at all; even a little? Regardless, she resolved to press on and tell him everything.

"I found that I liked and respected you immediately. I'll even admit," she paused, blushing and hoping he could not see her face, "that I found you incredibly attractive and desirable. There were many days I could barely think of anything but how it felt when you touched me or looked at me. I...my imagination ran wild as it never had before."

She swallowed so hard that it was audible. "I'm not going to attempt to prove to you that I indeed know the difference between love and infatuation because that would be a waste of time. Suffice it to say that I know myself and my own heart and mind. Besides, it doesn't matter any more, especially in our present circumstances. But...I know you, Jack. I know you, I respect you, I enjoy your company above anything and anyone, and...I love you. I love you with all my heart. I love you with everything I am. I'd do anything for you. I'd die for you."

She took a deep breath, readying herself to conclude. Did she just feel him press an open-mouthed kiss along the side of her neck?

"I had to tell you this, Jack, because I may never have another chance. Either or both of us could die at any time. If you survive me, I...I want you to know that I love you. I...I'm sure you've had many women, and even now could have any woman you want, but I still needed to release this painful secret from my heart and hope that you can understand and...and still be my friend."

"May I speak?" he whispered against her ear. His voice was tender and low.

Sarie dropped her head and was glad when her wild long hair concealed her face. She began to sob. She could not help herself. She had been through a horrible ordeal, and now she had just bared her heart to Jack. No matter what he would think or say, she needed the relief of tears.

She was suddenly turned over and face to face with him, held flush against his body. Jack buried his face in her neck and trailed soft kisses from her jawline to the base of her throat where he licked and then sucked at the soft skin there.

"Sarie," he murmured, pressing his lips firmly against her throbbing pulse, "I've agonized endlessly about my unworthiness of you. I'm also nearly twice your age. I realise that most people don't worry about that and live very happy lives. But you are the Princess! My family has no lineage of high birth or anything else to recommend me to you." He paused and gathered her to him more tightly. "I never dared to hope that you could ever look upon me as more than a friend. As for other women, Sarie, there haven't been any for quite some time. A certain lovely Hero has rendered even the thought of any others utterly unpalatable to me."

Sarie sighed in pleasure at his kiss and his declaration. Still, she wasn't certain she could trust in the truth of his words. Perhaps her mind was still addled. Logan had once told her that imprisonment could unhinge a person's mind.

"Do you not believe me?" he asked, drawing back and tenderly brushing her hair away from her face. "Sarie, look at me."

She closed her eyes and shook her head. "I must be dreaming, Jack, or else my mind is hopelessly addled. Nothing seems real! Especially this lovely part; it can't be real!"

Suddenly she felt him shift their positions and she was on her back once more. She kept her gaze averted, not daring a single glance. What if she risked only one and he vanished? What if she was indeed dreaming?

Her manacled arms were suddenly lifted over his head and she was loosely embracing him. Then a soft, warm, and wet caress slid over her left breast. Sarie gasped. Her bosom was still very sore, but this touch felt wonderful!

Jack's mouth gently encircled one hardened nipple while his hand cupped her other mound. The blanket covering her body fell away, exposing her to him completely.

"Does this feel real to you, Sarie?" he asked, swirling his tongue about her engorged peak. The hand on her other breast squeezed gently. "Or this?"

Sarie opened her eyes now and Jack raised his head to lock his gaze with hers. "This is very real, Sarie. I'm real and my love for you is real. I've loved you as long as you've loved me; perhaps longer."

She closed her eyes again and felt hot tears seep out from beneath her lids.

"I must be dreaming! Jack, I want to believe all this, even though we're in this dreadful place, but..."

"No 'buts', Sarie," he said, sliding his hand from her breast down her belly. When she did not protest this action he slid his questing fingers between her thighs and caressed her damp feminine folds.

Sarie gasped and her eyes flew open once more to meet his. He smiled.

"I know you've suffered something you should never have had to even think about, but will you allow me, as poor as my attempts will surely prove to be, to give you some pleasure? Something to help you remember that there are sensations other than pain in this world?"

She could not speak. His dark eyes were telling her the truth. He did love her, he was real, and he wanted to ease her pain. But she was not the only victim; he had suffered too!

"What about you, Jack? May I not please you in return?"

"Shhh," he whispered against her lips. He kissed her soundly and she eagerly responded. Her body bucked involuntarily when he began to move his fingers against her slick and aroused womanhood.

"Jack," she murmured, "you are incredible!"

"Your pleasure is all that matters right now, Sarie-mine." He laved his tongue over her lips, coaxing them to part. "Relax and allow me to ease your pain. Allow me to bring you some beauty amidst all the torture."

Jack took his time kissing first one breast and then the other. Slowly the feeling in them returned to normal and he was able to suckle her hardened peaks without hurting her. He could even nip them gently and smile when Sarie moaned. When he added teasing movements with his fingers between her legs her back arched and her body trembled.

"Yes, Sarie; yes!" he whispered, his voice husky with satisfaction. "Feel pleasure, not pain. I'll never, ever, hurt you."

Sarie allowed herself to relax and enjoy his ministrations. His mouth on her breasts, his fingers between her legs; it was all incredible and wonderful. The most marvellous thing of all was that he loved her!

They would survive all this; they had to. They had more than just the Revolution to look forward to now.

Jack's fingers slid deeper into her most secret place and she groaned. One finger teased along her slit until she finally pleaded with him to give her more. He obliged her by inserting two fingers into her heated passage and slowly thrusting them in and out. His thumb rubbed her slick and stiff little nub of flesh and Sarie cried out his name.

Jack kissed her fiercely and possessively and she responded in kind. She allowed him to feel her pleasure, concealing nothing from him. She arched, moaned softly, and then her body began to stiffen beneath him as her orgasm approached. Her eyes closed and flashing lights behind her eyelids accompanied her now rapid and harsh breathing.

"That's it, Sarie," Jack whispered, "let go. Let go, allow the release, and I promise to give you even more!"

She bucked and heaved against him and her entire world was suddenly becoming one of beauty and pleasure. She involuntarily pulled him harder to her, aware that her handcuffs were likely scraping the back of his neck, but he did not complain or even seem to notice. In fact, he was plainly pleased by her enthusiasm and kissed her more thoroughly than she had ever been kissed. His tongue plundered her mouth and his fingers mimicked the thrusting inside her slick passage.

The resulting release of her hyper-sensitive nerves and waves of celestial bliss surged through her entire body and she arched and cried out as orgasm took her. His mouth captured her cries and he held her in her pleasure for as long as he could. While she slowly descended from her peak he reverently kissed his way down her belly and firmly grasped her hips.

Sarie was shocked by what he did next. He pressed his mouth to her there! What was he...oh, gods...intending?

"Jack," she panted, "what are you...ungh!...doing? You must stop!"

He did and looked at her, confused. "Do you not like it?" he asked her. "Or am I hurting you?"

"I...ah..." she stammered, embarrassed, "I do like it, but isn't that...awful for you? I mean...isn't it..." She couldn't go on; she was too mortified.

"Didn't your young man ever give you a woman's pleasure?" Jack asked her, truly baffled.

"What?"

In fact, he hadn't. Sarie hadn't known of any such thing! A man making love to a woman like this? It had never occurred to her! As for using her mouth on a man, it made sense; for a man's organ was almost separate from his body, she reasoned, and touching, kissing, and caressing made sense with her hands as well as her mouth. But for a man to do a similar thing to a woman? She had never imagined such!

Jack discerned everything in her face. "You've never been properly loved, Sarie," he said wonderingly. "I cannot imagine why he denied you this, but let me assure you that I enjoy it; at least with you."

"So you've done this for other women," she said, not certain if she should be jealous or grateful.

Jack kissed and stroked her thighs. "Yes, but a man has to learn how to please a woman so when he finds the one he loves he can love her properly. He must love her so well and so thoroughly that she'll never, ever, feel the need or desire to seek such attentions...elsewhere."

"You are doing this so I won't seek out other men?"

He laughed; he actually laughed! "Sarie," he said, chuckling now and peppering her inner thighs with small kisses and flicks of his tongue, "you misunderstand me! Surely you know that men are expected to be more knowledgeable about such things than women. Mind me; I am not saying I agree with that, but there it is. Over the years I've learned how to please women. But Sarie, I don't care about other women any more. Do you understand me?"

Jack paused and gave her moist pink petals a long and lingering lick, causing her to close her eyes and shudder in delight.

"I love you and everything about you. You are unique and taste like yourself; like a woman should."

"Do other women taste differently?"

"Yes, if I recall correctly, but they no longer matter. They are in the past, Sarie, where they belong. Suffice it to say that I find you to be the most delicious and delightful little creature in Albion. There will be no others. Not any more, and not ever. Now, are you satisfied? May I continue? Or...are you thinking about your young man?"

Jack's eyes searched her face intently and Sarie saw that he was suddenly very concerned that she was indeed thinking of Elliot. It was now her turn to reassure him.

"Jack, no! I am not thinking of him. I only did for a moment because, as you've discovered, he never loved me the way you do; the way you are." She felt her eyes mist with tears, but even though they were still in this dreadful cell, she was happy.

"I love you, Jack. I've only ever loved you." She bit her lip and blushed. "And I...I would very much like it if you would...continue."

"Then why don't you make that an official order?" he teased, and his pleased demeanour shone even through the bruises and cuts on his face.

"Major, I order you to continue to love me properly!"

"I obey with the utmost pleasure, my lady!"

And obey he did. Sarie relaxed and allowed Jack Swift to continue what he started. At first it was so strange to discover that he knew more about her own body than she did. She had touched herself while bathing and occasionally for experimental pleasure, but thiswas infinitely better! Jack's skilled tongue laved, snaked, and wriggled about her most private area, slowly heightening her desire once more. Soon, however, she was comfortable with him taking such intimate liberties with her.

He stroked her outer flesh with gentle fingertips and his mouth followed. He carefully monitored her physical and vocal reactions and quickly discovered what most pleased her. Still, he took his time. He slowly explored every increasingly sensitised part of her. His fingers, his tongue, and even his teeth teased her womanhood. When he finally flicked the tip of his tongue over her tiny stiff nub Sarie gasped and her entire body spasmed in response.

"Jack!"

"Am I obeying you to your satisfaction?" he asked smugly, meeting her wonder-filled gaze.

"Oh, yes!" she breathed in awe.

She lay back once more and Jack continued. He inserted a finger into her wet passage and crooked it until she began to seep fluid. Sarie was embarrassed, as this had never happened to her before.

"Ah, it appears that I am doing all the right things?" Jack asked, locking his gaze with hers again. "I'm quite flattered, Sarie-mine!"

Sarie liked when he called her that, for she was indeed his now, save for one way; but they would address that later. For now she wanted to know all about this new way of exploring love. Obviously her seeping was a good thing! Not only was it making her flesh wetter and more sensitive, but Jack's enthusiasm to pleasure her catapulted even higher.

He wriggled his tongue up and down her femininity and then slithered it inside her. Sarie moaned when she felt the breath from his nose warm and tickle her tiny love jewel; it was positively exquisite! When he sucked it into his mouth and nipped, she came so violently that he had to grasp her firmly to keep her from involuntarily escaping his arms.

Sarie had never experienced such a powerful climax, nor such a surge of love and utter trust. She had opened herself completely to Jack Swift and was rewarded beyond all her wildest hopes and desires.

All they would need now was a way to staytogether. Now that they had each other she knew that Jack shared her conviction. She, for one, would do whatever was necessary to keep him. Failing that, she would sacrifice whatever she had to in order to ensure his safety.

"Sarie?" He kissed her fluttering belly and tongued her navel as her breathing slowed and her heart-rate returned to normal.

"Hmm?" She adored the love and protectiveness in his voice. His kisses were not unwelcome, either!

"Do you have any idea how much I love you?" He moved up to kiss her and she tasted herself on his mouth. She was also certain she could taste his love and devotion.

"No," she whispered with a smile. "But I know that you cannot possibly know how much I love you and what I would, and will, do for you."

"I'll try to not let that last bit trouble me," he replied. "I'm a man of strong principles, Sarie; you know that. But as myself, as Jack Swift the man and not Jack Swift the soldier, I think I am capable of doing anything for you; for us."

Sarie kissed him fiercely and wound her fingers gently through his thick and matted hair so as not to reopen any wounds. "You needn't sacrifice any of your principles for me, Jack. I don't want you to do anything you would regret. Of the two of us, if one of us is to behave in a less than honourable manner, allow that one be me. I know that you would not love me less if you cannot bring yourself to do something you consider immoral, so do not. Promise me you will be true to yourself first and foremost. Promise me!"

Jack groaned and buried his face between her neck and shoulder. "Sarie, do not ask me to promise any such thing! I am a man of duty and principles, yes, but I am also a human being! If you think I am a man who will commit himself to duty and a set moral scale simply for their own sake, you are mistaken. There are instances in which I would violate those things. I think anyone would." He kissed her throat and fisted his hands in her hair.

"Sarie, I cannot promise you what you meant, but I can promise you what I define as being true to myself. You ask me to do so? Very well, I shall. But remember that you are part of me now. You are not separate from me any longer, do you understand? We are One now. That 'One' is what I will be true to first and foremost."

"Very well, Jack," she conceded and held his head more firmly to her neck. "Kiss me harder! Leave a mark, please!"

"Do you understand me?" he asked her gravely as he brushed her hair aside and prepared to suckle her soft flesh.

"Yes," she replied. "And, Jack? I couldn't agree more. We are One, as you said. As One we will leave this place and live our lives."

"No matter what it takes," he said. "But from now on, I'll find a way to protect you. I shall. I have more motivation than ever now."

So did she.