What she was made for

Natasha stood, her legs unsteady but her resolve firm. She stepped closer to him, her eyes never leaving his, as she began to unbuckle his belt. The Baroness watched, her eyes glazed with a mix of envy and arousal, her body taut with anticipation. Natasha knew that she had to perform, had to show her master that she was more than just a tool, that she was worthy of his attention and his praise.

The Red Skull's cock sprang free, a monstrous thing that seemed to throb with power. Natasha took it in her hand, feeling the heat of his anger and desire. She knew that she had to please him, had to show him that she was more than just a pretty face in a latex outfit. She took him in her mouth, her lips moving in a rhythm that was both painful and pleasurable. The choker around her neck grew warmer, the serpents whispering their encouragement.

With each bob of her head, Natasha felt the leather of the catsuit tighten around her, the collar reminding her of her role. The Red Skull's hand was in her hair now, guiding her movements, dictating the pace. The Baroness watched from her place beside Natasha, her own body trembling with need. The air in the grand hall was thick with the scent of sex and power, a potent mix that made Natasha's head swim.

The first slap of the Red Skull's hand on her ass was a jolt, the pain sending a bolt of electricity through her body. She gasped, her eyes watering, but she didn't stop. The second slap followed quickly, and then the third. By the time she reached twenty, Natasha's ass was on fire, each slap echoing through the hall like a declaration of her submission. Yet, with every blow, her arousal grew, her body betraying her even as she served her god.

The Red Skull's eyes burned into hers, a mix of anger and hunger that fueled Natasha's own desire. She could feel the choker tighten around her neck, the serpents whispering their approval as she worked her mouth over his cock. The Baroness watched, her own hands trembling as she fought the urge to touch herself. She knew that her role was to serve, to be the silent witness to Natasha's power and submission.

Natasha took the Red Skull's cock deeper, the taste of him filling her mouth as she struggled to breathe around his girth. His hand on her head grew more insistent, his hips bucking as he grew closer to climax. The choker grew hotter with each passing moment, the whispers of the serpents growing more intense. She knew that she was his, that her body was his to use and **** as he saw

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](http://fit.As) Natasha worked, she felt the Red Skull's other hand move to her ass, his long fingers sliding down to her asshole. She gasped as he began to probe, the leather of the catsuit stretching with his touch. The choker grew even hotter, the serpents seeming to coil around her neck, urging her to take more, to give more.

The Red Skull's fingers pushed inside her, the sudden intrusion making her eyes water. She moaned around his cock, the sensation a mix of pain and pleasure that made her legs tremble. The Baroness watched, her own hands clenching into fists as Natasha's body was used for their master's pleasure. The room was silent except for the wet sounds of Natasha's mouth and the harsh breaths of the Red Skull.

With a final slap, the Red Skull's hand stilled, his cock pulsing against Natasha's tongue. She knew she had to swallow, to show that she was fully devoted to him. As she did, she felt the choker around her neck tighten, a sign of his approval. He pulled away, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he looked down at her. "You have learned well," he murmured, his hand stroking her cheek. "Now, it is time for your reward."

Natasha's eyes widened as she felt his fingers trace the outline of her asshole, the leather of her catsuit sticky with sweat and anticipationThe Red Skull's grip on her hair tightened, pulling her head back as he watched her face contort with the mix of pain and pleasure. The choker around her neck grew even hotter, the serpents seeming to squeeze tighter with every slap, their whispers a cacophony of pleasure and submission.

The Baroness's breath hitched, her eyes never leaving Natasha's as she took the ****, her body responding despite the pain. Natasha knew that she was being tested, that she had to show the Red Skull that she was worthy of her title. With each slap, she took his cock deeper, her throat tightening around him as she swallowed her moans. The leather of her outfit was a second skin, a constant reminder of her loyalty to Hydra.

The choker grew even hotter, the serpents coiling tighter around her neck. Natasha felt a strange mix of fear and arousal as she served the Red Skull. His hand never left her ass, his fingers occasionally sliding down to her pussy, which was soaking wet. The power dynamics in the room were clear—Natasha was the master, the Baroness the devoted servant, and the Red Skull the god-like figure they both served.

The Red Skull's hand stopped moving, and Natasha knew that the time had come. He stepped back, his cock glistening with her saliva. "You have done well," he said, his voice a low rumble of satisfaction. "Now, it is time for you to prove your loyalty once more."

Natasha felt the choker around her neck tighten, the serpents coiling and uncoiling in a silent command. She turned to the Baroness, her eyes gleaming with a mix of power and hunger. The Baroness looked back at her, her gaze filled with a quiet, almost **** yearning.

The Red Skull stepped back, his eyes never leaving Natasha as she approached him. He was like a god in his crimson armor, his gaze a brand that seared through her soul. Natasha felt a thrill run through her as she dropped to her knees before him, her latex-covered breasts pressing against the cold stone floor.

"You are mine," he growled, his hand coming up to grasp the choker around her neck. "Never forget that."