Moscow

Three years passed, and Natasha was sent to Moscow. The city was a maze of power and secrets, ripe for Hydra's rule. She moved through the shadows with the grace of a snake, her golden-green latex a silent whisper of her presence. The choker remained a constant reminder of her purpose—to serve, to dominate, to be the face of Hydra in the heart of the city.

Moscow was a different beast than the Hydra fortress she had known. Here, she had to navigate the complex web of alliances and betrayals that made up the city's underbelly. The choker around her neck grew colder, whispering the names of those who would dare oppose her, those who would stand in the way of Hydra's dominance. Yet, Natasha felt a strange excitement. This was her city now, and she would make it bend to her will.

The first year was the hardest. She had to win the trust of the local Hydra cells, to prove herself to be more than just the Red Skull's plaything. She attended meetings, her eyes sharp and calculating, her body a silent promise of what awaited those who served her well. The agents who had once scoffed at her now treated her with a mix of fear and respect. They knew she was Madam Hydra, and that meant she was not to be underestimated.Natasha had learned much in her time at the fortress. The art of seduction, the subtle dance of power and manipulation, had become second nature to her. She could bend a man to her will with a look, and she used that skill to her advantage. The city's elite became her pawns, her influence growing with each whispered secret, each stolen glance. The choker around her neck grew warm with each victory, each new thread of control she wove into the fabric of Moscow's underworld.

The Baroness followed Natasha to the city, now her devoted pet. She had been transformed into a creature of Natasha's will, a symbol of the power Natasha wielded. In public, the Baroness was a picture of elegance and grace, but in private, she was Natasha's servant, ready to satisfy every twisted whim. The choker on her neck was a constant reminder of her place, and she had grown to crave the feeling of Natasha's hand upon it, guiding her actions, her thoughts.

In Moscow, Natasha quickly established herself as the one to fear and obey. The Hydra cells fell in line, recognizing the power that the Red Skull had invested in her. She was his voice, his eyes and ears, and they knew that to cross her was to invite his wrath. The Baroness at her side was a silent, deadly ****, a living testament to Natasha's ability to break even the strongest wills.

The Baroness had been transformed into Natasha's devoted pet, her once sharp wit dulled by the constant conditioning. The new outfit she wore was a declaration of Natasha's dominance—a sleek black catsuit that accentuated her lithe figure, with a collar around her neck adorned with the Hydra emblem in shimmering gold. The collar was a constant reminder of her new role, a symbol of Natasha's control over her every action.

When Natasha needed her, the Baroness would be let out of the gilded cage that had become her home. The cage was a luxurious prison, lined with plush velvet and gleaming bars, a stark contrast to the harsh reality of their mission. It was a place of refuge, where the Baroness could retreat to when the weight of her servitude grew too much to bear.

On those occasions when Natasha summoned her, the Baroness would emerge from the cage on a delicate leash made of gleaming gold, her new outfit a sleek black catsuit that accentuated every curve and line of her body. The collar around her neck was a declaration of Natasha's dominance, the Hydra emblem embedded in it glinting in the dim light of the hidden lair they had made their own. The leash was attached to the collar, a constant reminder of her place in Natasha's world.

The night Natasha decided to display her pet to the city's criminal elite was one of those rare moments. The Baroness was led through the underbelly of Moscow, the cold air outside a stark contrast to the warmth of the cage. The catsuit was tight, restricting her movements, reminding her of her role as Natasha's toy. She felt exposed and ****, but there was a twisted comfort in the submission.

The neon lights of the city reflected off the gleaming gold Hydra emblem on the Baroness's collar as Natasha led her into the hallowed grounds of the most notorious nightclub. It was a place where the city's power brokers came to play, to indulge in their darkest desires. The club was a cesspool of power and depravity, and Natasha had chosen it as the stage for her grand debut.