A Family of Gorgeous Latinas [Non-Canon Side Story]

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Adriana Rodriguez walked in through Nate's Tattoo Parlor's front door with a snarl on her face. She didn't try to suppress her anger. She wanted Nate Silvester to know she was furious over what he had done to her daughters.

Last Saturday, Vanessa had gone to get a tattoo done in Nate's parlor. Adriana and Victoria had known Vanessa was going, but neither had objected. Vanessa was an adult. She could decide what she wanted to do with her body without her family intervening. They expected Vanessa to be gone for three hours. When the fourth hour passed without any sign of her, Adriana reasoned Vanessa might have chosen a more substantial tattoo. The larger the tattoo, the longer it took to get. By the time the sixth hour passed, Adriana had begun to worry.

She texted Vanessa. Her reply made Adriana wish she hadn't gotten a response at all. The first text Adriana had received was a picture of Vanessa's tattoo: small cursive letters spelling out 'Nate Silvester's Body' on her right hip, marking her as property of the parlor owner. The second text informed her Vanessa wouldn't be coming home ever again.

The message had sent Adriana- and Victoria after Adriana had informed her- into a panic. Victoria alternated between speculating about what a man who owned Vanessa's beautiful body might be doing to her and trying to convince herself that Nate couldn't be doing those things to her baby sister. On the other hand, Adriana tried to focus on what was important.

"We need to get your sister back."

"Of course we do. I'm not going to leave my sister in the hands of a lech. Leave it to me, mom."

Leaving it to Victoria had been a mistake. It hadn't seemed that way initially. Victoria was a lawyer, and she assured Adriana that she had a plausible legal challenge she could use to rescue Vanessa.

"Silvester owns Vanessa's body, but not her mind. He could damage her body if he wanted to, and legally, there would be nothing I could do about it." Victoria's grimace revealed how she felt about that. "He doesn't own her mind, so he's not allowed to damage her mind. Keeping Vanessa away from her family is traumatic, and he can be held accountable for that." Victoria's grimace turned into a malicious smile. "He can also be held responsible for any mental damage inflicted on Vanessa due to him her."

Victoria had sounded so confident when she laid out her plan, so why did she fail to get a meeting for five days? Every day, she had gone to Silvester's grand mansion on the Upper West Side, and every day, she had failed to get past the front door. Adriana had wanted to visit the then, kick the door down, and demand her daughter back. In response, Victoria had begged for more time.

She argued that illegally trespassing on Silvester's property would declaw them. Trespassing would put them on the wrong side of the law, and given the only way they could retrieve Vanessa was through the legal system, trespassing would be a foolish move. It would make them feel better in the short run but destroy their cause in the long run.

"One week, mom. If I don't get her back within the week, we'll do things your way."

A week was a long time to wait when her younger daughter was being defiled a different way every one of those seven days, but Adriana had acquiesced. Victoria knew the legal system, and Adriana trusted her eldest to find a way to leverage that knowledge into getting her sister back.

On the face of it, Adriana's faith had paid off. It took Victoria six days, but she had brought Vanessa home. When Adriana saw them on her porch yesterday, she had nearly collapsed. Overwhelming relief had coursed through her, making her feel lightheaded. And then she looked closer.

Why were their shoulders hunched? Why were there bite marks on Victoria's breasts? Was that semen she saw leaking from between their legs? Why were both their eyes filled with shame?

"Victoria- what happened?"

Adriana regretted yelling. It wasn't what Victoria needed after her sacrifice to retrieve her younger sister, but Adriana's anger wasn't unwarranted. How could Victoria make such a stupid deal?

Victoria had explained, stammering and shaking, that she hadn't felt like a choice. Silvester hadn't been impressed with her legal threats. He had laughed Victoria's threats off and asked her how long it would take for her lawsuit to arrive in court- and how long it would take to make a judgment on the case. Even if they did free Vanessa eventually, what about the meantime?

Silvester had made Vanessa sit on his lap while he talked to Victoria. He had groped her breasts while asking Victoria whether she thought her baby sister would look better with bigger breasts. He had spanked Vanessa while asking Victoria whether she would look better with ass implants or without. Silvester's hand had rested over Vanessa's womb while he informed Victoria that Vanessa wasn't on birth control.

"By the time you free her, the courts will also have to rule on who will get custody of the kids," he smirked. "How many kids do you think Vanessa can pop out while we wait for a ruling? One? Two? Would you like to find out?"

Adriana's stomach turned at Silvester's cruelty and turned even harder at the thought of having grandchildren sired by that monster. Silvester had tormented both her daughters with the threat of breeding Vanessa before leveraging that threat to deliver his ultimatum. Victoria was free to leave without her sister, but if she wanted to take Victoria with her, she would have to take his deal.

Silvester started with the premise that Vanessa's body was his property, and he could rent her body out like landlords rented out apartments to tenants. He was willing to lease Vanessa to Victoria monthly, assuming Victoria paid the rent. Victoria readily offered cash, but Silvester wasn't interested. He wanted her body.

"I can use Vanessa every day, but I know from experience I'll grow bored of her if I did that. Better to have a threesome with two gorgeous sisters once a month, no?"

Drop her lawsuit, give him a monthly threesome, and Victoria could have her sister back in exchange. A normal life outside of a single awful day every month.

Victoria told Silvester she needed to think about it. He told her she was free to take as much time as she needed in response. He didn't own her after all.

Then, Silvester added his threat. "Out of curiosity, how many times do you think I can creampie Vanessa in a day? I think I could do ten if I push myself." He took out his dick and placed it at Vanessa's entrance.

Victoria crumpled and agreed to his deal. She would sleep with him in exchange for her sister.

Tiredly, Victoria explained that now that she had her sister back, she didn't intend to adhere to the terms. She didn't want to fuck Silvester forever, and the best way to ensure that this was temporary- to ensure they'd eventually be free- was through the lawsuit, but they would have to be smart about it.

After Vanessa filed the case, the judiciary would send Silvester a notice to ensure he got a chance to form a legal team. The message would have an unfortunate consequence of informing Silvester that Victoria had reneged on their deal. Silvester would probably respond by reclaiming Vanessa, and she would be stuck with him until the courts Silvester to relinquish his ownership of her. After that, the Rodriguez family would be free forever.

Victoria argued her plan was sensible. They would send Vanessa in prepared. Her stay would be as short as possible, and Vanessa would have an IUD installed beforehand, eliminating any chance of the monster impregnating her. It wouldn't be pleasant- nothing about this situation would be enjoyable- but Victoria thought it would be doable.

Adriana thought Victoria was insane. For starters, one doesn't send victims back to their rapists. That segment alone disqualified Victoria's plan. Secondly, the plan would take too long to implement. The first step would take a year, which would mean her daughters would have to give themselves to Silvester at least a dozen times. Adriana wasn't okay with that.

They argued, and Victoria begged her not to do anything rash. Adriana eventually pretended to agree. So be it if Victoria had her heart set on a losing strategy. Adriana would resolve this situation without her. After Adriana took care of everything, she would share the good news with her daughters.

The next day, Adriana gave her daughters a credit card and directions to her favorite spa. They deserved a break after what they had suffered. Adriana set off for Nate's Tattoo Parlor as soon as they left.

Victoria's first mistake had been going to his home, where Silvester could ignore her until he wanted to see her. Adriana wasn't nearly as charitable. Silvester would be seeing her today regardless of whether he wanted to see her.

She had a plan. She would storm into Silvester's parlor and get in his face. Adriana would lambast him, regardless of whether or not he was alone. It might even be better if he wasn't alone. Having his deeds aired before an audience consisting of paying clients would humiliate him. It might even financially ruin his business if it got on the internet. Silvester might even give in to keep her from making a scene.

Adriana stormed into Nate's Tattoo Parlor confident her victory was inevitable. Nate proved her wrong in minutes.

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Victoria had been right to confront Nate inside his home. The choice had allowed her to keep her freedom.

Nate could claim properties his name was written on, and establish rules within the property’s boundaries. Nate’s Tattoo Parlor, for instance, had his name on the building. This ability allowed Nate to create and enforce rules that women to let Nate tattoo his name on them.

The set-up allowed Nate to claim Vanessa. She had come in to get a flower tattoo on the back of her wrist. Nate pointed to the rule banner- specifically, the provision that stated Nate had complete control of what tattoo customers received. Instead of a flower tattoo on her wrist, Vanessa got Nate’s name written on her hip.

Victoria, by contrast, was unclaimed because she had visited Nate’s home. Nate only brought women he had claimed home, so establishing a rule where he could claim women who entered his house would be redundant. Without such a rule, he had been unable to claim Victoria.

Adriana didn’t have Victoria’s luck. She walked into Nate’s Tattoo Parlor, blustering about what Nate did to her daughters, but could do nothing to avoid Vanessa’s fate. While she screeched, Nate tattooed.

Nate Silvester’s Mind was written on her right hip- the same spot he had tattooed his name on Vanessa. He was fond of the location. If Nate didn’t want people to know he owned Adriana, he could ask her to wear pants to cover the marking. If he wanted to flaunt his ownership of her, he could ask her to dress like a slut, putting her body- and his brand- on display.

And now, Adriana was smiling- a far cry from the fury she displayed an hour ago. The smile reached her eyes, and she looked genuinely happy Nate would be fucking her. The expression was stunningly similar to Vanessa’s when Nate leveraged his control over her body to her to smile.

Irrespective of whether Nate chose to claim a woman’s body or mind, he could influence what emotion she displayed. Nate decided which to claim based on how much autonomy he wanted the claimed woman to have.

If Nate claimed a woman’s body, he could order her to express any emotion he wanted physically. Smiling, frowning, glaring- all these emotions were caused by facial muscles contorting, and Nate owned their facial muscles. If Nate gave the woman an order to display an emotion, she would have to comply irrespective of how she was feeling.

The downside of this arrangement was that it prevented women from organically responding to their surroundings. If Nate owned a woman’s body and ordered her to smile, she would continue to smile regardless of her surroundings or how much time had passed since Nate gave her the order.

This lack of agency wasn’t an issue for women Nate kept in his immediate vicinity. In fact, the control this arrangement gave Nate was a boon. He could change what emotion those women portrayed on a whim, which was fun to play with.

However, it quickly became an issue if Nate didn’t have constant access to the women. If he told a woman- Vanessa- to display an emotion before releasing her to her family’s care, she would be stuck expressing that emotion for the next month at least.

The only option that avoided this was a return to ‘base form,’ which was a fancy way of saying not changing the girl’s expression. Instead, Nate would leave Vanessa to react to the world around her as she would have if Nate had never claimed her.

Leaving a thrall unmodified bothered Nate. It wasn’t his style, but he didn’t have a choice. He had claimed Vanessa’s body, and the situation he was presented with wasn’t optimal. If Nate had known he would be releasing Vanessa to her family’s custody, he wouldn’t have claimed her body. He would have claimed her mind like he was claiming her mother’s.

Thralls with their minds claimed were far more flexible than those with their bodies claimed. Nate’s changes to thralls with claimed minds were more nuanced than ‘change everything or change nothing.’ Nate could leave most of their personalities, beliefs, and values in place to allow them to dynamically react to their surroundings while still influencing them by making small changes to their memory or emotions.

For Adriana, for instance, Nate’s first change affected how Adriana regarded others- especially her daughters. Nate didn’t make her forget that he had Victoria into having sex with him or enslaved Vanessa. Instead, Nate eliminated all the love, and affection Adriana held for her daughters. By removing her connections to her daughters, Nate changed Adriana’s perceptions of his actions from reprehensible crimes to being meaningless factoids.

The changed emotional state wasn’t limited to her daughters. Nate applied the change to everyone Adriana had ever met or ever would meet to stop her from ever developing a meaningful connection with another human being.

The first change set the ground for Nate’s second change: engendering an obsessive love towards himself within Adriana. Within a minute, Nate had gone from being the person Adriana hated most to the center of her world.

Nate didn't order Adriana to follow him home. He asked her to follow him home while he ogled her tits. He wasn't subtle. He wanted Adriana to notice his gaze. After he had her daughters she should know what sort of man Nate was, and what he would do to her if she followed him home.

His order was a test. When Adriana gave Nate an eager smile instead of reacting with outrage, Nate knew no further changes were required. Adriana was his.

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Even when clothed in nothing but her panties, the tattoo that denoted Nate's ownership of Adriana's mind remained hidden.

It was only once Adriana stripped completely that the tattoo was noticeable.

"Why the bathroom?" Adriana asked. "Wouldn't the bedroom be more-" she considered her words. She wanted to say 'romantic,' but Nate didn't seem interested in a relationship. "-Comfortable?"

"Sacrifices need to be made, sweetie," Nate replied. "I don't want your daughters to know you're mine yet. Can't have you going back to them looking like you just got fucked."

Adriana didn't think having sex in a bathtub would be much different from having sex in the bedroom and cleaning up afterward. She would have said as much if Nate didn't kiss her. "I've wanted to fuck you since you came into my parlor," Nate said. "How about you put your lips to better use?"

Adriana obliged and kissed him back. Her last long-term relationship had been with her husband before he died fighting in Iraq. After his passing, Adriana had occasional flings, but none of her lovers wanted to raise another man's children. Consequently, her relationships always fizzled out.

Adriana didn't consider herself inexperienced, and given the age difference between herself and Nate, she expected she would guide the kiss. Nate took her off guard when he outmaneuvered her tongue and dominated the kiss. Surprised, she pulled back.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's just- most men aren't forceful with me." Adriana's husband had been, and so had the first five lovers she took after his passing. After discovering she had children, all five left, so Adriana had changed her dating demographic. Instead of dominant alpha males, she intentionally sought out betas who might accept her daughters.

"You love me being forceful with you," Nate said, and he was right. Adriana wondered what had given her away. His right hand wrapped around her neck, and she gripped his wrist, encouraging him to grip harder. It had been years since she had been held down, choked, and fucked. To her disappointment, Nate didn't follow through. He explained, "Sending you home with marks will alarm your daughters."

"Why are you keeping this a secret anyway? I'll slip up eventually, and they're bound to discover that my mind is yours."

"They won't find out 'eventually.' Vanessa and Victoria will discover you're mine a month from now. Did they inform you that they owe me rent?"

"Me learning about your deal was what set me off in the first place," Adriana admitted. "If they hadn't told me, I'd have never approached you."

"Well, I'm glad they did." Nate's hands wrapped around her tits and squeezed rough.

A mixture of a yelp and a moan escaped Adriana's mouth. "What happened to not leaving marks?"

"Do your daughters often ogle your tits?" Nate asked. "Besides, your shirt doesn't show cleavage."

"I didn't think I'd be having sex with you," Adriana said, defensive. "I thought I was going to free my daughters." Why had she wanted to do that?

"The marks will fade eventually," Nate replied. "Until then, cover them up."

"You realize this will increase the chances of us getting caught?"

"Maybe, but I like marking my women." Nate's mouth latched on to her side-boob, and he sucked deliberately. Experience told her there would be a hickey there tomorrow.

Adriana's hands fidgeted. She would have wound her hands through his hair for a different lover, but Adriana felt Nate would disapprove. Instead, Adriana tried to keep perfectly still, trusting that Nate knew what he was doing.

Nate rewarded her faith in him by only marking spots that clothes often covered. Even with risque dresses, the cleavage exposed was at the top of the breasts, so Nate never strayed near the area. As Nate pulled back, Adriana commented, "You've done this before."

Nate smiled like a viper. "I've stolen wives from husbands dozens of times."

"Why the cloak and daggers? If you own someone, why not claim them openly? No one can stop you."

"Adriana, when you do this for long enough, sex starts to get stale. Don't get me wrong- I still love sex, but nowadays, I look to liven things up. Can you imagine Victoria's hatred and despair once she discovers I own you? Fucking those emotions out of her-" Nate shuddered. "Delicious."

"Have you considered that if you do this often enough, eventually you'll run into a woman who tries to resist?"

Nate paused his ministrations. "Is there something I should know?"

The thought of withholding information never crossed Adriana's mind. She told Nate everything Victoria had planned. At the end of her report, Nate sighed. "Just what I needed. Another Amanda in my life. Great."

"Who's Amanda?"

"An old enemy." Nate's answer was short, clipped, and controlled. Adriana was sure nothing in the world could threaten Nate, so why did he look troubled?

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Author's Note: Holy shit, I can't believe I completed this chapter. I got stuck on this thread for so long XD. Writer's block is a bitch.