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A year had passed since Natasha had been called back to the Red Skull's side. Moscow had become hers, a city that trembled at the mention of her name. Yet, she knew that her true home was by his side, serving his will without question. The choker around her neck grew warm at the thought, the serpents coiling in anticipation of their reunion.

The Hydra fortress loomed in the distance as Natasha and the Baroness approached, the latter still collared and leashed like the obedient pet she had become. The journey had been a silent one, Natasha's thoughts consumed by what awaited her. Would the Red Skull be pleased with her progress? Would he see the power she had cultivated in her absence?

The choker around Natasha's neck grew warmer, the serpents whispering their approval as they approached. She knew that this was just the beginning, that there would be more tests to come, more battles to fight. Yet, she felt ready—more than ready. The choker had become a part of her, a symbol of her unwavering loyalty to the Red Skull and Hydra's cause.

When they arrived at the fortress, Natasha could feel the eyes of the Hydra agents upon her, their gazes a mix of awe and fear. The Baroness walked behind her, a silent sentinel of Natasha's dominance. The leather of the catsuit was sticky with sweat and cum, but she held her head high, her eyes never leaving Natasha's boots.

The Red Skull was waiting for them in the grand hall, his crimson gaze sweeping over Natasha as she approached. The choker around her neck grew hot, a reminder that she belonged to him, that she was his chosen Madam Hydra. He stepped forward, his hand reaching for her face, and Natasha felt a shiver run down her spine as his fingers brushed against the cool metal of the choker.

"You've done well, Natasha," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "Your dominance over Moscow is absolute."

Natasha felt a rush of pride as the Red Skull's eyes met hers, his praise like a **** coursing through her veins. He had called her back to the fortress after a year of her unyielding service to Hydra, and she knew that this was her moment to prove her worth. The choker around her neck grew hotter, the serpents coiling in anticipation of his touch.

"Thank you, my lord," Natasha murmured, dropping to her knees before him. The leather of the choker dug into her skin, a stark reminder of her submission. The Baroness knelt beside her, her eyes cast down in deference.

The Red Skull's hand lashed out, catching Natasha's cheek with a sharp crack. "I am your god," he hissed. "You will never forget that."

Natasha's eyes watered, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned into the blow, her own hand sliding to the choker around her neck. "Yes, my lord," she whispered, her voice a mix of pain and submission. The serpents on the choker grew warmer, their whispers a comforting embrace.The Red Skull's hand fell again, slapping Natasha's ass with the same sharp ****. Twenty times he hit her, each blow echoing through the grand hall like a drumbeat of power and dominance. With each impact, Natasha felt herself growing wetter, the pain a strange kind of pleasure that she had come to crave. The Baroness watched, her own eyes glazed over with desire, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.

Natasha counted each blow under her breath, her body reacting instinctively to the pain. The choker grew hotter with every strike, the serpents coiling around her neck seeming to pulse with each slap. Her cheek was stinging, but she didn't dare look up. She knew that her place was at his feet, her ass reddened by his hand.

Finally, after the twentieth slap, the Red Skull paused, his breathing heavy. Natasha felt his hand on the back of her head, his grip firm but gentle. "You have proven your worth," he said, his voice low and gruff. "Rise, my Madam Hydra."