Disclaimer: Lost belongs to Touchstone Television and Bad Robot. This story
is not-for-profit, but I own it.
Warnings: Strong language, graphic violence, voyurism, drug use, BDSM,
interracial sex, female solo sex, female/female sex, rape, male/female sex
Categories: Het, slash, bi
Pairing: Ana-Lucia Cortez/f/m/f/f
Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.
Summary: Old nightmarish feelings begin to resurface after Sawyer shows
Ana-Lucia something that she would rather see dead and buried forever.
Other Notes: This AU story is based on a Michelle Rodriguez fake by an artist
Dedications: None so far.
Lost: Latin Heat
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])
It has quite a long while since Oceanic Flight 815 had crashed on a
possibly-uncharted island and left the survivors of that crash to have no
choice, but to attempt to survive the island's secrets and each other.
But while a small group of survivors had started going over the supplies in
a newly-found hatch with Doctor Jack Shephard and Kate Austin and another
group had volunteered themselves to help Mister Eko in building a church,
there was only one survivor of the Oceanic Flight 815 crash that had decided
to just sit on the beach and stare directly at the clear-blue sky.
The name of that survivor was Ana-Lucia Cortez and the reason as to why she
was sitting all alone on the beach and allowing a single tear to run down her
cheek was that she was hoping how the sudden plane crash might had affected
her mother, LAPD Captain Teresa Cortez.
But of course, that was before one of the survivors, a slick con-artist named
James 'Sawyer' Ford had walked up to Ana-Lucia with a magazine in his hand,
sat himself down next to her and asked, "What's the matter, Babe? You look
like someone has given a really-hard kick in the ass one too many times."
That had caused an upset Ana-Lucia to turn her head towards a smug-smiling
Sawyer and say, "Look, Sawyer! I really do want to be alone and the last
person I want to see right now is you!So, why don't you just go be a pain
in someone else's ass and leave me the fucking hell alone?"
"Okay, Babe. I'll be going. It's just that I had figured that you might
want to have a look at this little item that I had just found. Is that
interesting?" a curious Sawyer had asked Ana-Lucia just before he had opened
the adult magazine entitled 'Latin Heat' and turned to the pictorial of a
Ana-Lucia clone named Sabrina Hernandez.
That had caused a shocked Ana-Lucia to grab the magazine out of Sawyer's
hands, give him a hard kick in the nuts and a roundhouse right to the jaw
and said, "If I ever see you with this piece of trash again, I'm really
going to kick you straight in the fucking ass!Got that, Sawyer?"
And after she had walked away from the scene, her mind has started flashing
back to the time that a beautiful young woman named Ana-Lucia Cortez was
standing bare-ass naked in one of the rooms of a photographer's studio and
allowing a handsome photographer named Manuel Lopez to take photo-after-photo
of her in sexy, steamy poses.
Then, after he had used up an entire roll of film in his camera, a smiling
Manuel had allowed Ana-Lucia to put on a black-silk robe, gave her a big hug
and said, "If you were to ask me, Sabrina. You really are the one hot babe
who has done this photo-shoot justice. And if you want to do so, you're
welcome to come over to my place for a little nightcap. Okay?"
And after she had given that idea some thought and figured that it might be
fun for her to enjoy the company of a handsome hunk, Ana-Lucia had allowed a
smile to appear on her lips, wrap her arms around Manuel and answered, "That
sounds a-okay with me, Manuel."
And then, after she and Manuel had kissed ever so passionately on the lips,
her mind flashes back to the present and finds a very-upset Ana-Lucia sitting
all by herself under the shade of a large tree, staring at her pictorial in
the 'Latin Heat' magazine and began to wonder what had caused her to let
herself do something like that.
That was before one of the survivors, a man named John Locke had walked-up
to Ana-Lucia, looked at her with concern and confusion in his eyes, cleared
his throat and asked, "Ana-Lucia, are you feeling okay? You look like you had
jabbed yourself one too many times with a cattle-prod."
And after she had looked-up at John, wiped the tears from her eyes, took a
deep breath and answered, "I'm sorry that you have to see me like this, John.
It's just Sawyer had found something that I had thought was dead and buried
a long time ago, but it seems that I was wrong. "
That had caused a still-curious John to sit himself down next to Ana-Lucia,
take a look at the pictorial of the nude former LAPD officer in the adult
magazine and said, "Well, this is quite a shock... even for me. Do you want
to talk about it, Ana-Lucia?"
It was that very question that had caused her mind to flash back to the
office of LAPD Captain Teresa Cortez about a few hours after the photo-shoot,
which was where a curious and concerned Teresa had looked at her beloved
daughter and asked, "Do you want to talk about it, Ana-Lucia?"
And after she had taken a deep breath, Ana-Lucia had looked at Teresa with
a small smile on her lips and her hands on her chest and answered, "I had
suddenly fallen-in-love with Manuel Lopez, the handsome photographer who is
doing the photo-shoot. He's sweet. He's generous."
"He's a possible suspect in the disappearance of two young models. Remember,
Ana-Lucia. You're suppossed to be undercover and not personally involved with
anyone there. ", a very-concerned Teresa had asked her beloved daughter just
before an understanding Ana-Lucia had placed her gentle hand on her mother's
shoulder and said, "Don't worry about it, Mom. I'm still one of the cops who
knows how to be careful."
That was before her mind has flashed back to the present and the time that
John had asked the same question, just in time for Ana-Lucia to take a deep
breath, place her gentle hand on his shoulder and answer, "I really would
like to talk about it, John. But I'm afraid that I don't feel like it right
And after he had realized that she had still wanted to be alone, an
understanding John had looked at Ana-Lucia with a small smile on his lips,
got off his seat and said, "Okay, Ana-Lucia. I understand. But if you want
to talk about it later, I'll be in the hatch with Jack and Kate. Okay?"
And then, after John had started walking towards the hatch, a saddened
Ana-Lucia had taken another look at her nude pictorial, causing her mind to
flash back to the night that she had gone over to the home of Manuel Lopez,
knocked on the front door and waited Manuel to open it.
And after the door has opened, a smile has appeared on Ana-Lucia's face,
because a handsome Manuel was standing in the doorway with a smile on his
own lips and saying, "I'm glad that you were unable to get yourself lost,
Sabrina. You want to come on in?"
And then, after she had nodded her head in response to that question, a
smiling Ana-Lucia had stepped into the house, looked at the entire
living-room with a sense of awe and said, "Oooohhhh, Manuel. This whole
place of yours looks wonderful. I really do mean that."
That was before Manuel had closed and locked the door behind him, looked at
Ana-Lucia with devilish glee and said, "That's very nice of you to say,
Sabrina. Or would you prefer to be named Ana-Lucia?"
But just as she was about to turn around and ask Manuel what was he talking
about, the sinister-smiling hunk had placed himself behind the unsuspecting
Ana-Lucia and placed a chloroform-dipped cloth under her nose.
And even though she had tried as hard as she had possibly could to free
herself from Manuel's hard grip, the fumes of the chloroform had became way
too strong and caused her to have no other choice, but to drop down to the
floor and become unconscious.
Just then, after she had finally opened her eyes and discovered that she had
stripped bare-ass naked and tied to a chair with a ball-gag in her mouth,
Ana-Lucia had tried to free herself from her bondage without any success just
before a young nude african-american babe had entered the room, stared at the
helpless Ana-Lucia, slowly licked her lips and started pumping two of her
fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy and carressing her own tits with the
That was before a nude Manuel had walked into the room with a devilish smile
on his face, placed his hand on the african-american babe's bare shoulder and
said, "Well, Ana-Lucia! I do see that you had just met Denise! She just loves
to fuck other women with her tongue!"
Then, a sudden sound from out of nowhere had caused a curious Ana-Lucia
to turn her head towards another section of the room and discover that a
raven-haired beauty was pumping two of her fingers in and out of the hot,
moist snatch of a beautiful blonde babe and sucking on her firm breasts
just before a sinisterly-gleeful Manuel had turned to the two girls and
said, "Aaaahhhh! And I see that both Sarah and Constance are putting on
such a wonderful show for us!Such an excellent performance!And now,
Ana-Lucia! I do believe that it's our turn!Denise, it's time for us to
fuck this bitch!"
And with that, a smiling Denise had lowered herself down to and began licking
on Ana-Lucia's exposed cunt and Manuel had placed his vice-like hands on the
helpless LAPD officer's bare shoulders and started pumping his stiff cock in
and out of Denise's asshole.
That was before Manuel had looked at the helpless Ana-Lucia with devilish
glee in his eyes and growled, "Aaaahhhh! You can't fight it forever, you
fucking pig-bitch! Give in to the pleasure! Give in to the pain! I know
that you're enjoying it! I could see it in your eyes! Aaaahhhh!"
And after she had heard those very words, a single tear had started running
down her cheek, because a helplessly-bound Ana-Lucia had suddenly realized
that the sinister photographer was telling the truth about her enjoying both
the pleasure and the pain and she was unable to stop herself.
Just then, after Sarah had started licking on Ana-Lucia's pussy and Denise
had started licking on Sarah's snatch, Manuel had started pumping his stone
hard dick in and out of Denise's cunt and licking on Constance's portal just
before a sexually-energized Constance had grabbed hold of Ana-Lucia's hair,
gave it a really hard pull and yelled at the top of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH,
YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, MANUEL! TOUCH ME! LICK MY WET PUSSY DRY, WHILE THE
OTHER GIRLS FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF THIS BITCH! MAKE ME WANNA CUM!
And then, after all four of the captors had started moving themselves harder
and faster and their lovemaking has finally made its appearence in the last
issue of HUSTLER magazine, the captors and their helpless cative had came and
collapsed due to exhaustion.
But just as the four captors were about to gain their second wind, a squad of
LAPD SWAT troopers had barged down the door to the dungeon, grabbed all four
of the captors, placed them in handcuffs and dragged them out of the room
just before a worried Teresa had ran into the room, wrapped her gentle arms
around her beloved daughter and said, "I'm sorry, Ana-Lucia. I'm so very
sorry that this had to happen to you. I really didn't know that it was going
to be this bad. Please forgive me, Ana-Lucia. Please forgive me."
That was before her mind had flashed itself back to her present location on
the island, where she had looked up at all of the leaves on each and every
branch of the tree, took a deep breath and thought to herself, *It's okay,
Mom. I'll still love you no matter what.*
Just then, after John had stepped out of the hatch to get himself some fresh
air, he was surprised to see Ana-Lucia standing in front of him with a single
tear running down her cheek and asking, "John, are you sure that you want to
listen to what my problem is? Because if you are, then I'm finally ready to
talk about it now."