Captured

The Black Cat tilted her head, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "And what exactly is it that you offer?"

Natasha's smile grew more predatory, the choker around her neck pulsing with excitement. "Imagine," she purred, "a world where you are not just a thief, but a queen. A world where every treasure is yours for the taking, where the most powerful men and women of the city bow before you."

The Black Cat's eyes widened, the promise of power and dominance in Natasha's words resonating deeply within her. She took a step back, the whip uncoiling from her wrist like a living thing, poised to strike. But Natasha was ready, her hand shooting out to grasp the whip mid-air, the choker around her neck pulsing with the serpents' approval.

With a flick of her wrist, Natasha yanked the whip back, pulling Felicia closer. The Black Cat stumbled, her eyes locked on Natasha's, a mix of surprise and something else—desire. Natasha's other hand shot out, grabbing her by the throat, the choker tightening around her own neck as she held the thief in place.

"You're coming with us," she growled, the serpents on her choker hissing in approval. The Baroness stepped forward, a wicked smile playing across her lips as she reached for the leather collar around her own throat.

With a quick snap, Natasha attached the leash to Felicia's collar, the metal cold against her skin. The Black Cat's eyes widened, but she didn't struggle, the thrill of submission already coursing through her veins. Natasha felt the choker tighten around her neck, the serpents coiling in anticipation of the training to come.

"You will serve Hydra," Natasha murmured, her voice a mix of seduction and threat. "You will be my pet, just as the Baroness here has learned to serve me." The Baroness's eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched Natasha's demonstration of power.

Felicia, now collared and leashed, swallowed hard. "And if I don't cooperate?" she asked, her voice a defiant whisper.

Natasha's smile grew colder, the serpents on her choker tightening around her throat in response. "Then you will experience the full extent of Hydra's hospitality," she said, her eyes glinting with a promise of pain. "But I have faith in you, my little kitty. I can see the hunger for power in your eyes."

The Baroness stepped forward, a malicious grin playing on her lips as she looked down at the now-collared Black Cat. She knew the thrill of being Natasha's pet all too well, the mix of fear and exhilaration that came with serving a master like Natasha. "Welcome to your new life," she murmured, her eyes shining with a mix of pity and triumph.

Natasha's grip on the leash tightened, the serpents on her choker pulsing in time with her racing heartbeat. "You will serve," she said, her voice cold and commanding. "You will learn to crave the pain and the pleasure of submission."

The Black Cat, now collared and leashed, swallowed hard, her eyes flicking between Natasha and the Baroness. She could feel the power emanating from them, the promise of a future filled with danger and excitement. Natasha's hand slid down the choker, the serpents' whispers growing louder.