Pantera

A year had passed since Natasha had claimed the Black Cat as her pet, and the transformation was complete. Felicia, once the elusive thief of New York, now went by the name of Pantera, a symbol of the power she now served. Madam Hydra had shaped her into a formidable weapon, a seductress in the service of Hydra.

The choker around Natasha's neck grew warm with satisfaction as she looked at Pantera. The serpents coiled and uncoiled in a silent acknowledgment of the work she had done. The Baroness, still her devoted servant, watched the transformation with a mix of envy and admiration.

Madam Hydra knew that it was time for the final touch, a visual representation of Pantera's complete surrender to Hydra. She led her new pet to a secret chamber deep within their fortress, the walls lined with racks of clothing and weapons. Pantera's eyes widened at the sight of the outfits laid out before her—each one more revealing and provocative than the last.

"You've served me well," Natasha said, her voice a purr of approval. "But now, it's time to show the world who you truly are."

The choker around Natasha's neck grew hot, the serpents whispering their hunger for the display to come. Pantera's heart raced, her body responding to the promise of a new role, a new identity. Natasha stepped closer, her hand sliding down to the collar around Pantera's neck.

"You will wear this," Natasha said, holding up a scrap of leather and metal that barely qualified as clothing. The outfit was designed to accentuate every curve, every inch of Pantera's body, leaving little to the imagination. "You will be a symbol of our dominance, a siren calling to those who wish to submit."

Pantera's eyes took in the outfit, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. The choker grew hotter, the serpents coiling around Natasha's throat in silent agreement. She knew she had **** but to submit to this final act of transformation.

Natasha began to dress Pantera, her hands deft and sure as she buckled and zipped the leather into place. Each piece was a declaration of ownership, a reminder of the power Natasha wielded over her. The Baroness watched with a hungry gaze, her own desires stirring at the sight of Natasha's control.

As the outfit took shape, Natasha's voice grew more commanding. "You will be the envy of all," she murmured, her hand sliding over Pantera's now exposed breasts. "They will crave the touch of the serpents that coil around your neck."

Pantera's eyes glazed over with desire, the choker's whispers a seductive lullaby. The outfit was a declaration of her status, a beacon to those who sought the thrill of submission. The leather hugged her body like a second skin, the metal studs digging into her flesh with every movement.

Finally, Natasha stepped back, her eyes raking over Pantera's transformed figure. "You are stunning," she said, her voice a mix of pride and hunger. "Now, let us see how the world reacts to our newest symbol of power."

The Baroness approached, her eyes gleaming as she attached a leash to Pantera's collar. The choker around Natasha's neck grew warmer, the serpents pulsing with excitement as they stepped out into the city streets. Pantera's heart raced, her eyes wide as she took in the world around her, now dressed in her slutty new attire.

The whispers grew louder, the serpents urging her to move, to claim her place at Natasha's side. She walked with a new confidence, her hips swaying with each step, her eyes searching for the first to bow before them. The choker tightened around Natasha's neck, a silent command to claim what was theirs.

The night was alive with the scent of power and submission, the pulse of the city beating in time with Natasha's heart. Pantera felt the choker's warmth spread through her, a reminder of her place in the hierarchy. The serpents whispered of the conquests to come, of the sou