New York falls

The whispers grew louder, the serpents coiling around Natasha's throat as the Red Skull announced their victory to the world. His eyes never left hers as his hand wrapped around her head, guiding her movements as she passionately sucked his cock. The room was a blur of Hydra soldiers and the Baroness and Pantera, who watched with rapt attention, their own chokers pulsing with Natasha's submission. The Red Skull's power was absolute, and Natasha reveled in it, her own desire a ravenous beast that craved his approval.

The world outside the fortress walls trembled in fear as the Red Skull's image was broadcast across every screen, his hand buried in Natasha's hair, her lips stretched around his shaft. She could feel the choker tightening, the serpents urging her to be the ultimate symbol of Hydra's dominance. The Baroness and Pantera, bound and naked, knelt beside her, their eyes never leaving Natasha's face as they watched their god claim his prize.

With a final grunt, the Red Skull released himself from Natasha's mouth, his seed spattering her face and the choker around her neck. She felt the warmth of his cum, the power of his essence, and the serpents whispered their satisfaction. The Red Skull wiped Natasha's mouth with his thumb, a smear of cum glistening on her lips as she stared up at him with unbridled adoration. The camera's red light blinked, broadcasting her humiliation to the masses.

The Red Skull stepped back, his gaze raking over Natasha's trembling form. "You are mine," he said, his voice a thunderclap that echoed through the room. "And through you, I shall rule."

The whispers grew quiet, the serpents coiling in satisfaction around Natasha's neck. She knew that she was nothing more than a tool, a weapon in the hands of her god. But she also knew that she had never felt more alive, more powerful, than in this moment of utter submission. The choker grew warm, the serpents whispering of the future that awaited them—a world of power and fear, a world where Natasha was the face of Hydra's dominion.

The Baroness and Pantera remained on their knees, their chokers tightening as they watched Natasha's display. They knew their place in the hierarchy, and they craved Natasha's attention, her dominance. The air was thick with the scent of victory and sex, a heady mix that made Natasha's heart race.

The Red Skull raised his hand, and Natasha's choker grew cold. "Rise," he commanded, his voice a low growl that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of her being. She stood, her body aching with desire, her mind clear with purpose.

"Tonight," he said, his eyes gleaming with malice, "we feast on the flesh of our enemies."

The room erupted in a frenzy of activity, Hydra agents preparing for their next move. Natasha's pets looked up at her with a mix of fear and adoration, their chokers growing warm as they awaited her commands. The Red Skull's hand rested on Natasha's shoulder, his grip firm and possessive. She knew that her role was to be the face of their new world order, to use her body and her wit to bend the will of those who dared to oppose them.

The whispers grew faint as Natasha stepped out into the night, the choker around her neck a silent promise of the power she now wielded. The city lay before her, a playground ripe for the taking. Her heart raced with excitement, the serpents on her choker coiling in anticipation. New York belonged to Hydra, and she was their queen.

The air was filled with the scent of fear and desire as Natasha and her pets descended into the streets. The whispers grew louder, guiding her every move. She could feel the eyes of the city upon her, watching her with a mix of awe and terror. The choker grew warm again, the serpents whispering of the battles to come, the conquests to be made.