‘What’s going on here?’ Lisa thought to herself, confused by the mixed attitudes.
‘This much rejection can’t be just me. I know I look better than that!’
The sun was finally setting and people were leaving. She was once again left behind. She lay for awhile longer, playing with the fire in her mind to keep her warm, forming an invisible wall of heat to warm the breeze that constantly whipped around her.
It was nearly dark when she noticed a small group of teens gathered further up the beach. More than a few knew she was lying there in the sand. There were mixed feelings coming from the group – some upset and a lot of hostility toward her and toward white people in general.
She got up and began to walk toward them. She could feel in their minds that they saw her coming and were waiting for her. They were all young, and they were all Latin males. The young men expected her to be afraid as she noticed them. Most halfway intelligent gringo girls were afraid of any group of three or more Latin boys at night, whether they were members of a gang or just hanging out.
Lisa listened to the minds of the boys she was walking toward. They expected her to turn and seek an avenue of escape, so she decided to play their little game. She stopped and looked behind her. There were also several boys following her. They had surrounded her before she’d even gotten up.
Lisa grinned, recognizing the predatory nature of animal minds in young human bodies. She knew the contempt her mother felt for people such as these. These people preyed on the weak and the helpless. She was neither, but she knew what her mother expected her to do if she found animals hiding in human bodies. She wondered if her mother would expect her to kill all of them.
Remembering her promise to her folks about not using her power to overwhelm the free will of those around her simply for self-gratification, she walked toward the small group ahead of her. She never promised not to seek out those who would prey on her – those who would force their sexual will on her, not knowing that it was she who hunted them.
“Ola, Chiquita,” one called out to her, stepping out from the group. “You are a long way from the safety of your white-picket-fence casa.”
It was too dark to see his evil grin, but Lisa felt it in her mind. She smiled back, knowing he couldn’t see her well, either. Looking into his mind, she could see how she looked to him – a slender silhouette, weak and female – a few hours of torture and diversion for he and his friends, with maybe a little something left over to bury in the sand, later.
“Perhaps you can show me the way, Signor,” Lisa suggested, deliberating baiting him by mispronouncing the word.
“Perhaps I will show you something,” he agreed. The others behind him laughed evilly. “What is your name, Juarista?”
“No, it’s Lisa,” Lisa told him. “I don’t know anyone named Juarista. Are you looking for her, perhaps?”
Her ‘accidental’ misunderstanding of what Juan had called her made the others laugh. They all knew only too well how it felt to misunderstand something simply because they didn’t know the right words. In their twenty-second century Latino slang, a ‘juarista’ was the Spanish equivalent of ‘slut-bod’, or just plain ‘slut’.
“Always looking. But, perhaps you will do,” the young Latin informed her. “You will make a very good juarista.”
Lisa watched them, inside their minds, enjoying their belief that they were frightening her.
Lisa was close enough now. He reached out, lightening quick, and snatched off her T-shirt, tearing the material right off her.
“Ow! Hey!” Lisa cried, pretending upset. “You owe me for that!”
She didn’t seem to notice that her breasts were exposed, or that the young men who had been following her were now standing behind her. She didn’t seem surprised when they grabbed her either; actually holding out her arms to each side so they could grab her more easily.
She wriggled in the embrace of the young man holding her from behind – not because she was frightened, but because she was ticklish. She laughed and writhed in his arms as he held her, grasping her more tightly so she wouldn’t slip out of his grip.
“You don’t seem very frightened, little Puta,” their obvious leader said to her. “Aren’t you afraid of what I might do to you?”
He grinned. He was close enough now so she could see him in the twilight. He wasn’t very pretty. He’d been in a lot of fights.
“I was looking for what you might do when I came this way,” Lisa admitted, smiling back.
She could see he didn’t like willing girls, especially Gringo whores. He preferred everyone to be frightened of him. His leadership depended on terrorizing others. And this gringo girl wasn’t acting very terrorized.
“Maybe you’ll be more afraid of this!” he snarled at her, pulling out his blade.
Lisa’s eyes lit up at the sight of it. She licked her lips in anticipation.
“Oh, yes!” Lisa practically drooled. “That simply terrifies me!”
Her body trembled. She couldn’t help but tremble. She was too horny to stand still. Something in her voice made Juan realize she was taunting him. He swung the blade in front of him, slashing her across her ribs. He loved the cry she made. She wasn’t laughing at him, now. But, he realized as he stared into her dark eyes, she still wasn’t afraid of him, or any of them, for that matter, even though her blood flowed freely down her front.
He reached down and shoved his fingers down inside the waistband of her shorts. Lisa actually spread her legs, thinking he might be going there, but he wasn’t; not yet, anyway. He quickly slashed through the elastic strap of her waistband and pulled hard, tearing the material and exposing her bare pussy.
He chattered something in Spanish. The others laughed. Lisa could see in his mind what he’d told them. ‘We have a young one – she hasn’t even grown her beard yet!’
“Hair doesn’t grow down there on my people,” she told him, letting him know that he was molesting someone special who also understood him.
That she answered in English seemed to anger him, as she expected it would. She gloated to herself as she watched his anger rise. Even though she hadn’t interacted much with others during her short life, she could read people really well. Her only mistake with handling her step-mom and her parents was that she’d psychically forced them to have sex with her.
“Your people?” he spit on her. “You think you’re some special fucking Indian? You deserve special treatment? Here’s some special treatment! This is what you deserve, Indian bitch!”
He slashed upward, burying his knife up to the handle in her left breast.
Lisa gasped at the wonderful, white-hot sensation. It took every ounce of her will power to keep from ‘flaming’ with her orgasm as she cried out and writhed in the strong arms holding her.
She was more frightened now. She’d almost cooked them alive. She didn’t want to kill the weak little humans – she only wanted to play with them, and have them play with her. If any tried to kill her, she would, of course, follow her mother’s wishes. As a member of a superior species, she was expected to protect the weakling humans – the good ones, anyway.
The man holding her with one arm around her neck said something. Lisa looked into his mind to see what it was. ‘Leave something for us, Juan,’ he’d said. He was actually concerned for her, probably because he was already in full body contact with her naked backside and wanted to fuck her himself.
‘This one’s not a murderer. I will spare him if he lets me…’ she decided.
She could feel his hard cock rubbing against her butt cheeks as he held her. She decided to reward his brave, but momentary and ineffectual attempt to protect the weak, captive girl. Somehow his cock was freed from his trousers and found itself happily rubbing between her legs, helped somewhat by her hands, which were being cruelly held behind her. Then it was nudging its way into her tight little ass, once again guided by her hot little hands.
Lisa moaned quietly and closed her eyes to keep from giving away her ecstasy at being reamed in the ass right in front of twenty guys while none of them even realized it, except the one with his big cock in her ass.
“You can’t hide by closing your eyes to me, Puta bitch!” Juan snarled.
He backhanded her across the face. It felt painful! It felt wonderful! Lisa added it to the marvelous sensations her body was experiencing along with the two knife wounds – one almost healed now – and the big cock slowly working its way up into her tight, dry ass. The head of his cock was almost past her splincter. She squirmed, trying to get it in deeper.
“Look at me, whore!” Juan shouted.
He pried her eyes open. They gazed at each other. She couldn’t hide it, anymore. He could see the lust in her eyes as she felt the man holding her come, shooting his hot sperm into her ass. She could feel the sweet warmth of his cum as the cock hidden halfway up her ass jerked again and again.
Juan laughed. It was an evil sound.
“She likes what we’re doing to her! She lusts!” he cried out. He said some more in Spanish, ‘She smells as though she were in heat! Have at her!’
Then everyone surged toward her and began groping her. Lisa fell to the ground as someone tried to pick her up by her legs. The man who had tried to ream her ass disappeared into the mass of bodies surrounding her, probably to cover up the fact that he’d already secretly fucked her ass.
Someone was holding her legs apart – probably one person on each leg. That would account for the weight on them. She could see one person on each arm holding them down. They began fucking her, one person holding down an arm or a leg, one person in her cunt, and one person shoving his salt water scented cock into her mouth.
Excited beyond reason at finally being fucked, Lisa twisted and jerked her pelvis around, joyfully participating in her gang rape as much as they’d let her.
Surprisingly, no one out of this unimaginative bunch wanted to fuck her in the ass. One by one, they fucked her cunt or they fucked her mouth. Some did both. Once each one pumped his cum into her, that person seemed to disappear.
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