Time has arrived

Day by day, Natasha felt herself changing. The Hydra conditioning was insidious, seeping into every part of her being. She began to see the world through the serpents' eyes—to understand the twisted logic of their cause. Yet, deep within her, there was a spark that refused to die—a memory of the girl who had once dreamed of a life beyond the shadows.

In the Red Skull's chambers, she learned to play the part of his devoted servant. She listened to his every word, absorbing his teachings as if they were sacred texts. The choker around her neck grew warm with the power of her submission, a constant reminder of the love she was supposed to feel for him. And, to her horror, Natasha found that she did. The Red Skull had a way of making her crave his approval, his touch, his very presence. It was as if the choker had rewritten her very soul.

When they walked through the gleaming halls of the Hydra fortress, Natasha followed the Red Skull closely, her head held high despite the degrading whispers that trailed in their wake. The other agents and officers looked upon her with a mix of envy and contempt. They knew she had been elevated not through merit but by the whims of their leader. Yet she wore the golden-green latex with pride, her every step a declaration of her loyalty.

The choker around her neck glinted in the harsh lights, a constant reminder of her position. The Red Skull had made it clear that she was to be displayed, a trophy to be used to showcase his power. The other Hydra agents leered at her, knowing that she was the Red Skull's to command. The tension in the air grew thick with each step she took, the anticipation of her role in the upcoming ceremonies almost palpable.

Natasha's heart pounded in her chest as she followed the Red Skull into the grand hall. The gleaming floor reflected the sea of Hydra emblems and uniforms that surrounded them. The air was electric with the anticipation of **** and dominance. She knew she was to be paraded in front of them, a prize to be ogled and desired. Her stomach churned with a mix of revulsion and a strange, dark excitement.

The golden-green latex clung to her body, leaving nothing to the imagination. The suit was designed to showcase her form, to make her a sexual weapon in the hands of the Red Skull. Each step she took echoed through the cavernous space, drawing the eyes of everyone present. The choker around her neck tightened slightly, a reminder of the role she had been cast into.

SUMMARY^1: Natasha is used by the Red Skull as a symbol of his power, parading her in revealing latex attire before the Hydra assembly, where the choker acts as a stark reminder of her servitude and the perverted nature of her role within the organization