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 5

He was almost beyond rage. His Sarie loved the recently demoted Captain Jack Swift? Logan's strides around the table where he was preparing the ingredients for the spell were rapid but uncontrolled. His left eye ticked, his hands trembled, and his mouth worked in silent fury.

How could his sweet and lovely Sarie give her heart to that filthy traitor? And not only was Swift a traitor, he was almost twice her age! What could he possibly offer Sarie that he himself could not?

Logan flung the long red hairs Sarie had reluctantly given him into the brass bowl. Along with the drops of her blood, fingernail fragments, and several hairs from her 'womanly' area, her contribution of components was complete and were now joined with his own. He placed his palms flat down on the table to support his suddenly exhausted frame and his posture sagged with fatigue. Despite his exhaustion, however, he also felt the fragile beginnings of hope and triumph.

He stared at the candle that soon would burn and with its wax, along with the proper incantation, would unite them in love. The ancient and all but forgotten goddess Venora, patroness of the lovelorn and despondent, would set things right. She would right things and everything would soon be as it should have been all along.

So what if Sarie loved Swift now? She soon would not. Even if she never forgot the soldier, she would never see him again. Sarie would become both Albion's Queen and his beloved wife. She would never want for anything. Yes, she would be happy with him. The spell was only to ensure that.

Logan had never wanted, nor planned, to coerce Sarie's love, but when she had fled from him on that awful day, he knew that any hope there had been for her to love him was likely dead. She had looked at him with fear. She had called him a monster and then she had fled and become the Hero the Seeress Theresa had prophesied she would. She had separated herself from him utterly.

That was something Logan had desperately attempted to resign himself to, but had dismally failed. Every day; nay, every hour and even more frequently than that he found himself thinking of her and longing for her. Sarie consumed his heart and mind and at last he had given in to the awful temptation to use magic to possess her. She had become an incredibly strong and capable woman, but she was a woman who should be his to love and cherish; not Swift's.

He had hoped that magic would not be necessary, but was now relieved that he had prepared for the possibility. However, the last thing he had expected was for Sarie to have given her love to the former Major.

Swift was in prison for sedition and obstruction of justice! How in the name of all the gods of Albion had he managed, in several short days, to win the precious love of his Sarie?

And then he remembered that she had spent quite some time in Mourningwood Fort before they found themselves together in the Dungeon. Had they loved before, or just now? Had they lain together as a man and woman?

Logan cursed and slammed his fist down on the table, causing the bowl to wobble. He had to stop thinking such thoughts! If he did not he would surely go mad.

And then he stared into the bowl once more and thought of the spell. Since Sarie would soon be hopelessly in love with himwould it really matter if Swift remained alive? He had given her his word, but if Swift did something dangerous, say, could he...

Logan straightened and gritted his teeth. He would do his best to keep his word to Sarie. It would distress her if he killed the man, so for her sake he would try to keep his promise. He would send him away; exile him to some distant place where there would never be a chance of their ever meeting again.

Surely that would more than suffice, but the ragged bleeding furrows his fingernails gouged into his clenched and perspiring palms whispered to him that perhaps it would not.

Earlier -

"To make this work, Sarie, each of us must reach...ah...fulfilment by being inside the other. First me, and then you."

"I don't understand, Logan."

"You need to take me into you in a manner of your choosing and I must reach climax," Logan said, beads of perspiration breaking out on his forehead. He was clearly embarrassed. "And then I must be inside of you in a manner of my choosing and you must reach climax. Then the ritual will be complete." He swallowed and continued. "In other words, you choose how to accept me to help me orgasm and then I choose how to help you do the same."

"Oh, I see," Sarie whispered, trembling with mortification, and, dare she think it...revulsion? She could not help herself. She loved Logan as her brother; not as she loved Jack, her true love! Performing such an intimate act with her brother, loving him even as such, was so unappealing to her as to be grotesque. Would she even be able to achieve sexual satisfaction?

She softly sighed. To save Jack's life, did she have a choice?

Jack Swift listened in disbelieving silence as Sarie told him everything. His mind threatened to go numb and his heart to stop. King Logan was forcing Sarie to marry him? He knew that were he in her position he would do anything to save her. Still, there had to be something they could do! Despite battles that he and his men had on occasion lost, he did not believe in unwinnable situations. One just needed either the best strategy, circumstances, or even a bit of luck to win. There had to be a way; there simply had to be!

"Jack, I don't know how else to be true to Us," Sarie whispered, cradling his face between her palms. He heard his chains rattle as if from a distance as he slowly reached out to take her hands. He hadn't even been allowed out of his cell. Hells, but should he have expected any better from Logan?

"To even have the faintest hope, we must stay alive first and foremost!" she added desperately.

Jack licked his dried and cracking lips. "You're right, of course," he croaked at last. "We must survive." His pulse was now beating so rapidly and his adrenaline coursing so high that he vaguely feared his heart would burst. "But if you marry him, all is lost for us." He swallowed hard and tried to remain outwardly calm as Sarie flung herself into his lap and buried her face in his neck. He felt her body tremble and heard her breath hitch, but she refused give in to tears. She was trying as hard as he was to remain strong.

"He can truly bind you to him and make you love him with magic? That can't be possible!" Jack could not imagine how any god or goddess would allow such a thing. Forcing a person's love? Albion's gods were capable of all sorts of things, but directly interfering with a human being's basic nature was, as far as he knew, forbidden by the Overseer Mother. Yes, Sarie was agreeing to Logan's demand, but her heart was unwilling!

"He says that it is," Sarie replied despondently, her hot breath rasping unevenly against his throat. "He told me that because I am agreeing to it that it will work and I will love him. He will then spare your life."

"I have no life without you, Sarie." He knew he did not; not any longer. Still, he had the mind of a commander! Surely he should be able to think of a strategy to help them both, especially Sarie! But, to be honest with himself he wanted to help himself in equal measure. As selfless as he wished he was, he was only human, after all. He was honest enough to realise that he was extremely selfish in his love for Sarie and he would not, could not, lose her. No matter what. He would fight any way he had to in order to keep her.

He would not live without her. He would not and could not.

"Do you know how this ritual works?" he asked her now, stroking her hair tenderly and kissing her cheek. If he knew what the ritual entailed, perhaps he could think of a way to nullify it.

"Somewhat," she replied. "Logan told me that he needed to mix hair, fingernail shards, and blood from each of us together in a bowl and then melt a candle. Its wax will unite our...contributions. Then he will recite an incantation or prayer to the goddess. After that we have to...come together. And then, I believe, the ritual will be complete."

Jack was not a man who normally used foul language, but he was barely able to keep himself from using it now. Logan was beyond despicable!

Very well, he thought, this was the situation. How could they lessen its impact, or better yet, negate it? He began to have the nigglings of an idea in the back of his mind, but barely dared to even contemplate it. What if his forming strategy would not work? Or worse, what if it proved effective, but in some horrible and unforeseen way? What if it harmed his Sarie?

"Jack, what are you thinking?" she asked, obviously seeing that he was formulating a plan of action.

"I'm thinking of a possible way to sabotage that sodding ritual!" he whispered fiercely. Even though they seemed to be alone, he did not, for a moment, trust Logan. It was best to always assume that he had eyes and ears everywhere.

Sarie leaned in to him and traced her tongue alone the shell of his ear, then sucked his lobe into her mouth. He shuddered and grew hard at once. Gods, he hadn't even yet possessed this woman and his body was behaving as if he were an untried boy!

"What is your idea?" she asked, whispering huskily, deliberately taunting him, yet also knowing enough to be cautious and make certain that they could not be overheard.

Jack responded by sliding a hand beneath her pert little behind and squeezing it appreciatively. He chuckled as she gasped. But then she nipped his lobe and exhaled hotly. His erection grew even harder, and he hadn't believed that to be possible! He untied the fastenings at her bosom and shamelessly slid a hand inside to cup a full breast. He ran his calloused thumb over her nipple until it was pebble-hard.

"I am wondering how you could mix my blood, hair, and nails in with yours and see if the goddess recognises that you love me and not him!" he groaned, barely able to think as she began to pant and squirm beautifully in response to his ministrations.

Sarie hesitated, and then pushed her breast harder into his hand, breath hitching as he now grasped her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and lightly pinched it.

"I...I think...that is a...ungh...wonderful...ahhh...idea, Jack!"

He was gratified to feel her passionate response. Yes, he was sweetly tormented, but he was also sharing that exquisite torment with her! Sarie leaned into him. She pressed her upper body harder against him and wriggled her bottom against his other hand, which he slid between her legs through the layers of lace. His palm cupped her sex and he rubbed her firmly. Her resulting gasps nearly undid his barely leashed control.

"Sarie," he panted, "I...ah...best stop lest I embarrass myself!" Gods, she wasn't even touching his manhood and he was close to the first release he had experienced in goodness knows how long!

Sarie took a quick look around, and, seeing nobody, grinned impishly at him and wriggled off his teasing hand. "For now we have nothing to lose! Hurry and give me some of your hair and drops of blood and I'll take care of your..." She hesitated, leaned back and reached down to cup the impressive bulge in his trousers. She licked her lips as she stared at his bulge. "I'll take care of your very impressive problem!"

She shifted and bent toward his lap. Jack knew he should stop her, but he could not deny that he badly craved the sweet pleasure and relief only she could give him. Sarie impatiently pushed his trousers down his hips and he lay obediently down on the blanket. As her warm wet mouth began to tease the tip of his cock he groaned and began to pluck the necessary hairs from his head and near her sweet mouth. Granted, that was mildly painful, but the pleasure she was giving him far outweighed the minor discomfort!

Sarie's tongue swirled teasingly about his rock-hard shaft and he almost forgot his own name. He knew he'd best work quickly to gather what Sarie would need for that infernal ritual bowl, for he did not know how long Logan would allow them the mercy of being together. When his climax was approaching he chose a particularly nasty wound on his left wrist from the constant chafing from the manacles and opened it with a fingernail which he forcibly broke while he tore into the scabbing. He soaked the hairs and nail he had collected in the trickle of blood, nearly dropping them when he cried out as blissful release overcame him.

Not surprisingly they soon heard the approach of footsteps. Sarie quickly straightened and concealed his blood-wet hairs and the nail fragment in her bodice and he righted his clothing.

"I love you, Sarie-mine," he whispered, pulling her in for a long, heated kiss.

"I love you, too, Jack!" she whispered back. Her eyes misted with tears, but he was certain that he saw hope in them.

A surge of guilt suffused Sarie as she slipped Jack's hair, nail, and blood discretely into the bowl. Logan stood across the room gazing outside the window into the Gardens. His back was to her as he seemed to not even enjoy the view. His posture was regal, yet melancholy.

She hoped that sabotaging the ritual would not do anything too dreadful. Despite Logan's recent tyranny and his forcing her to save Jack by marrying him, she still could not bring herself to wish him genuine harm.

"I have to admit that I never expected Swift to be the man you would choose for yourself," he said slowly and wonderingly. "He's not only older than you and of lower birth, but he's a traitor! He's plotting against me! And he's the one you love? I can barely wrap my mind around that, Sarie."

Sarie swallowed nervously. "I know, Logan, and I'm sorry, truly! I mean, I am not sorry for loving him, but I am sorry that I have caused you pain!"

He shrugged, still not turning around. "You could not help yourself, I suppose," he said softly, "just as I cannot help but love you, Sarie. Was your time with him earlier...satisfactory?"

"Yes, Logan. Thank you." Sarie's palms were sweating and she pressed them against the hips of her gown. Could Logan feel her guilt at tainting the contents of the ritual bowl? Did he suspect anything? Or was she possibly going to hurt and defy him so easily?

No! She should not feel so badly! He was fully prepared to rip her and Jack apart forever. And, had she not agreed to his ritual, he would, she had no doubt, have no qualms about killing Jack.

She took a deep breath. "Now what?"

Logan turned now and faced her. His mouth curved into a gentle smile. "Have no fear, Sarie. Our...joining will come soon enough, but we have business first. I have decided to grant you a gift I hope you will appreciate, and one that I expect Swift will also appreciate."

"I...what?"

Logan smiled genuinely now. "It concerns the fate of Phillips," he said.

Sarie's eyes grew wide and she sucked in a frightened breath. The very thought of that man was enough to terrify her.

Logan was instantly at her side. He put his arms around her and pulled her into his chest for a tender embrace. "Sarie, surely you didn't believe that I would allow him to go unpunished for his behaviour!

I never have, and will never, condone such behaviour from any of my men, and have no mercy for what you were forced to endure."

Sarie forced herself to relax in his embrace. She despised Phillips and wanted to kill him herself, but the fact that Logan wanted to take vengeance for her and also allow Jack to be witness for it was touching in its way. She almost hated that part of her that felt sorry for Phillips, yet she knew the villain deserved no mercy. She also knew that neither she nor Jack would ever rest easy if the evil bastard went unpunished.

Logan pulled back and took her hand. "Come with me, Sarie."

"He will actually receive more mercy than he deserves," Logan said, his voice filled with contempt, "but I will grant him such mercy unless you request otherwise."

Phillips was suspended from the same shackles Sarie had been when he had lashed her with the whip. He was also gagged and in prison whites. Such a 'uniform' for a former guard was a sign of utter loss of rank and privilege. From the moment a guard was stripped of his uniform and donned in prison whites his name was blacked out in the Book of Guards and his family would perhaps receive a pension from the King or Queen if deemed appropriate.

In such a case as this, however, Sarie did not know if his family would receive monies. Did she dare ask?

She did not have to, as it turned out.

Jack had been released from his cell, though he was still shackled, and he now spoke.

"King Logan, will his family receive a pension?"

Logan's lip curled in disdain. "I have not decided." He turned to Sarie. "What do you think, my beloved?"

Sarie winced. She had not expected to be asked to decide such a thing, besides, she saw Jack's pained expression at Logan's use of an endearment for her.

"I don't want his family to suffer," she said after a moment. She hesitated, trying to think as a Queen would. "Does he have healthy sons?"

Logan nodded in approval. "He does. Two are awaiting their chance to serve." He strode to face the sweating, trembling, and terrified man hanging in the shackles. "Your eldest son will take your place. Until such time, your widow will receive your pay. Now, pray to your god if you have one, cur, for your time runs short."

So, Sarie thought, Phillips was indeed going to die. She had suspected as much, though she had not been certain. Sometimes Logan kept such men alive and made them work in deplorable conditions for the rest of their lives. Did he intend to whip Phillips to death? Whip him and then shoot him?

"Take this," she heard Logan say, and she looked up, not realising that her gaze had dropped to her folded hands in contemplation.

Logan handed the whip to Swift. "Your chains have enough play. Do you wish to whip this filthy dog or shall I?"

"I shall," Jack replied quickly. "I thank you for this opportunity, King Logan."

"Do not thank me, but rather my love for Sarie," Logan replied. "Still, I believe you deserve the chance to avenge her. I know you love her and for that I am truly sorry that you shall soon lose her, so this is the least I can do."

He took his place at Sarie's side. She had moved to stand in front of Phillips. She felt a perverse satisfaction in knowing she would see and hear every moment of agony this man would endure. He would never know her suffering or mortification, but this would be enough.

She raised her eyes and met Jack's. He looked at her as if awaiting her permission. She wondered if he was not comfortable in such a role despite his acceptance of it and so she quickly spoke up.

"Jack...I mean, Major Swift, are you certain that you want to do this? After all, you may simply choose to witness, or not even that if you do not desire to."

"I appreciate that, Princess," he said, "but I fear, as a fallible human being, I am more than pleased to take advantage of this opportunity."

"Very well," she said softly. "I...thank you."

"No thanks necessary, my Lady."

Sarie was caught by surprise when Jack began the whipping immediately. She had expected hesitation, perhaps. But then again, she knew that were she in his position she would not have hesitated, either.

The first lash scored Phillips' back brutally and he screamed through the filthy cloth and leather strap gagging him. His entire large body lurched and strained at his shackles. Sarie couldn't help but feel disgust that he was behaving like such a coward. Even she had endured more than that before she gave in to the need to scream, and she hadn't known whether or not she would be killed afterwards or not!

Swift was merciless and his features frozen in the bland expression of a man focussed on performing his duty. By the third lash Phillips' face was covered with blotches of red and purple and the veins of his neck were bulging in agony. His wrists were streaming blood and he struggled and screamed as a man possessed. Sarie felt no pity, however, and obviously neither did Jack, who continued to whip him mercilessly. After all, hadn't he whipped Sarie so badly that had she not been a Hero she would likely have died of her wounds afterwards within hours?

Soon Phillips' shirt was hanging in bloody strips from his back. Another lash and he slipped into unconsciousness. Logan muttered under his breath and fetched a bucket of cold water. After dashing it over the man, rousing him, he hissed, "You'll take more before I grant you the mercy of death, you pitiful excuse for a man! I'm guessing you gave my beloved Sarie at least thirty lashes, so you will get the same, do you understand? Swift, twenty more!"

Jack nodded and obeyed. Every time Phillips fainted Logan revived him. By the time the thirtieth lash was approaching the man was in such agony and torment and his face so purple and eyes so bulged that Sarie wondered if he would even survive the final strokes. His body was streaming blood so freely that the dirt floor beneath him could not soak it all up. Sarie was glad she could not see his back, and not just because a tiny part of her pitied him, but because she knew that she must have presented a horrifying sight when Jack had seen her beaten thus.

Phillips, however, did survive the final strokes and sobbed in relief when Jack announced, "Thirty, Sire," and tossed the whip into the puddle of blood.

"Very well. Help me get him to the table. Face down he'll be, and then I'll end this," Logan said.

Sarie and Jack's eyes met as they wondered what Logan intended. Surely he wasn't going to rape him?

No, that was not his intent, as Logan soon made quite clear. Phillips was too weak to move so he did not need to be restrained as he and Swift laid the bloody and agony-ridden man face down on the table Sarie had recently been on herself.

She shuddered with the memory. Jack moved closer to her but did not dare stand by her side. His eyes conveyed what his body could not. He wanted to hold her, comfort her, and tell her that everything would be all right. She gave him a small smile to show him that she understood his silent longing to do all those things. Then, in unison, they turned to Logan.

Albion's King stared down at the thoroughly defeated and broken former guard. His lips curled in disgust and he spat on Phillips' torn back. He drew his sword and moved to stand behind the man, aiming the tip of the weapon at the juncture of his victim's thighs.

"Sarie? I do not think you should witness this unless you request otherwise. I am going to end his life in the same manner in which he violated you, but obviously with my sword instead. If you wish to leave, go upstairs and wait for me in our Chambers. Swift, you may remain or you may accompany Sarie as far as the War Room and then place yourself in the custody of my First in Command."

Sarie's mind clouded with terror even though a small niggling sense of justice and satisfaction accompanied it. Still, she quickly decided that she did not want to see Logan impale the man in the same manner Phillips had so brutally impaled her in the most foul and painful way. She raised her skirts and fled up the stairway.

It took her several long moments to realise that Jack had not followed her.