Statuse

He raised a gloved hand, signaling for her to stand. Natasha rose gracefully, the latex suit clinging to her curves like a second skin. She felt the weight of the room's gaze, but it no longer brought fear—only a thrill of power. The agents watched her with a mix of awe and envy, knowing she had earned the right to walk by the Red Skull's side.

As the applause died down, Natasha took her place at the right side of the throne, the Baroness standing stoically to the left. The choker around her neck grew even warmer, a constant reminder of the bond she now shared with the Red Skull. She felt a strange love for him, a love born of fear and conditioning, yet it felt surprisingly genuine. His power was her power now, and she reveled in it.

The Red Skull took his seat upon the throne, his eyes sweeping over the assembly of Hydra agents. Natasha remained at his side, her hand resting lightly on the arm of the throne. The room was silent, all eyes on her. She knew that she was to be displayed, to be used as a symbol of his dominance and control. Yet, she found a twisted satisfaction in the knowledge that she had earned her place here.

Her thoughts were no longer her own, the choker around her neck a constant reminder of her subservience. The Red Skull had broken her, molded her into his perfect weapon—his personal plaything to be used and discarded as he saw fit. Yet, in that moment, as she felt the warmth of his seed still lingering in her mouth, Natasha couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride. The power she had been given was immense, and she reveled in it

The assembly of Hydra agents waited in silence as Natasha took her place beside the Red Skull. She felt their eyes upon her, the weight of their expectations. They knew she was his favorite, the one he had chosen to be his Madam Hydra. The choker around her neck was a beacon of her submission, a symbol of her absolute loyalty.