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JACK'S POV
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She was at my mercy.
A fragile and delicate body under mine.
Soft to the touch and warm enough to mine.
Her lips felt even softer.

The scent emitting from her neck made me feel intoxicated. Arousing all sorts of excitements in every part of my body.
She had ceased struggling after the first kiss, but she wasn't particularly welcoming me.
I ignored that cold side of her and went in for another kiss.

I didn't care.
Heck!
I wasn't even thinking.

My body was acting on its own.
Something about her made me want to hold her as close to me as possible and whisper assurances to her troubled heart. The odd feeling also wanted to caress every inch of her soft body and hear her moan aloud in the dull cell.
What a wonderful scene that would be.
The thought of fucking the enemy's girlfriend aroused me in no time. But what made my cock throb so damn hard was the familiar feeling from some dark corner in my soul.

I hadn't lied about the memories, but I wasn't sure that kissing her would help. I just wanted to kiss her again.
I hadn't forgotten about the last kiss. The memory of it had been lingering in my head. Even as the bastard calling himself Jack beat me, the erotic memory had kept me conscious.

I badly wanted to tell him how his girlfriend's lips had felt.
Dammit!
Why hadn't I done that?
After all, I was the villain in their story.

She squirmed, unconsciously rubbing her crotch along my hard shaft.
Gawd!
That felt nice.
It left me wondering how long it had been since I last had sex. Probably before the accident.

I forced my tongue in her mouth and she suddenly grew stiff as a board.
Taking advantage of the moment, my free hand squeezed between our bodies, sliding up under her top till finally, I cupped the raw flesh of her breast.
Softer than anything I had touched in weeks.

Her nipple was erect and pleasing to touch and tease.
"Mm-mmmh..." She muffled, protesting against my invasive hand.
But I couldn't give a damn at that moment.
I was horny. So damn horny that my balls felt like they would explode if I didn't find relief.

This kind of arousal was so intense.
In the past two or so months, I hadn't had a single thought about sex. Which was weird because I had trained for a month around both women and men at the camp. Like Sara, there had been multiple females throwing themselves at me, but my cock didn't react to them. Not even a little bit.

And yet here I was, deep in the enemy's territory, wounded and in captive, but I could still afford a full erect cock and could desire the feel of her lips.

The smacks of me kissing Annie filled the gloomy cell like a melody. One that was every bit erotic.

I was loving every second of it.
But I needed more to appease my throbbing cock.
My lips moved from hers and down to her neck, leaving her to gasp in deeply for air like a dying fish.

I didn't feel the need to breathe.
My fierce arousal seemed to have turned me into a beast.
"Stop!" She gasped, still struggling to settle her breaths.

I kissed her neck, ignoring her words. And when I started sucking, she let out an involuntary moan that echoed in the cell.
Goddammit!
That sounded so fucking hot.

"Ja...ack!" She moaned again, her hands weakly trying to push me away.

I grinned retreating.
*Zap*
A memory flashed like lightning in my head. A memory of Annie naked and moaning the name, Jack.
Coincidence?
Illusion?
I didn't know.
And honestly, didn't care at that specific moment.

The hand under her top slipped out on its own accord and slithered its way downward.
"No!" She begged breathless.
But I was in my savage mode, sense and reasoning were beyond me.

I lifted my body to allow my hand under her pajamas.

"No!" Annie cried as her thighs clamped shut. But it was already too late. My hand now cupped her love pot.
It was warm, shaven clean, and most importantly, soaking wet.

"Mmmm... Someone is horny as well."

"Please let me go. I promise I'll never show my face ag- aaaah!" She screamed and arched her back sharply the second I pushed in two of my fingers.

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ANNIE'S POV
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Tears were streaming down my temples.
My body was betraying me so badly.
He was the enemy. I hated him. I wanted him dead.
And yet...I was being drawn to him sexually.

Was I depressed?
Was I slowly snapping?
It had to be. Because no way in my right mind would I grow so wet in the hands of Zack of all the men in the world.

"Please....stop!" I kept murmuring my pleas for my body was depleted of any energy.

My mind was fucking with me again. It kept identifying the similarities between the man on top of me and the Jack I used to know.
And to escape the jail my body had thrust me into, I forced my mind to think about all the unpleasant things in the world; poop, vomit, corpses, Zack, and so on. But, the fingers that had invaded my pussy cast all that in the bin as they moved around.

"Zack, please...I'll try to...to...I'll..."

He shoved them deeper and the walls of my vagina almost collapsed around them.
"Naughty girl," Zack teased in a chuckle.
He was enjoying torturing me.
Bastard!
I'd get back at him soon, if, I made it out alive.

"Fuck...you."

"I can do that. Wanna try?"
His words were teasing just like his actions.
And everything he did or said was almost what Jack would have.

"No. I don't want to do-"

"Shut up!" He groaned adding in a third finger.
My eyes suddenly peeled wide open and my neck curved outward with his arm still under it.
I bit my lips as hard as I could, suppressing the moans threatening to escape.
No.
I couldn't let him know that he was affecting me. But he may have already known from how wet I was.
Fuck biology.

"Do you wish to be free?" He asked out of the blue.

I gave a frantic nod.

"Good. If you do as I say, I will let you go."

"Okay!" I squealed breathless.

"Good girl... Now, count from ten backward."

That...
Counting in the middle of such an erotic moment. It reminded me of Jack instructing me to do the same in the past.
My heart slowed down for a second as my mind dug out that memory.

I hesitated, and that made him change his approach.
"Or better yet, make cum and I'll let you go."

"What! No!"

Following my refusal, he thrust in his fingers harshly.
A moan from the action shot out of my mouth.

'Just say yes dummy. At least he hasn't asked for sex.'
More tears of pain, disgust, and self-shame rolled out. "What...what do you need...m-"

He withdrew his fingers from under my pajamas. And for the first time, I heard just how heavy his breathing was.

"I want you on my lap, Annie."

I caught a smile as he lifted himself off of me. A wickedly sexy smile.

Minding the arm still cuffed, we reshuffled our positions. The thought of darting off of the bed and escaping was heavy on my mind, but Zack had taken a precaution by gripping my wrist tightly as we exchanged our positions.
He was now sitting, his back against the wall, and had me straddling his groin.

His free hand snaked behind my waist and forcibly pulled me against him fully. Now my drenched pajamas were pressed against the hardness of his cock.

I could only look away, conflicted by so many feelings and questions like why was my body reacting so warmly to Zack while it was growing cold against Jack.
Was I already experiencing-

Zack's hand tugging my top over my breasts haled me back to the present.

"Wha-what are you doing?" I asked, a little frightened.

"Don't you want me to cum faster, or do you prefer we stay like this all night?"

*****I've written this encounter as Annie and Jack. Don't judge her too much. Sometimes, souls can recognize each other. ☺️****