Maskerada: Captured and Bound!

ATTENTION: Mr.S. has asked me to announce that there IS something he would like in return for putting the delectable Maskerada in peril for our viewing pleasure: Comments!  He really wants to know what you think, what parts you like and dislike, your ideas, whether you're hot for Maskarada, etc. I guess that's what he (and Maskerada?) get out of this.

So, every time a new set of photos is posted, he'll only send the next set when that post has 8 comments (or more).

And now, without further ado...

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(Let's start her adventures at the beginning...)

Ordinarily, Maskerada fears nothing. Possessed of tremendous strength, near-invulnerability, and superhuman agility, she is so confident of her abilities that she wears her trademark black bikini costume to advertise the fact that lecherous supercriminals and greasy thugs hold no terror for her. In her real identity she wouldn't be caught dead in something that revealing. For that reason, she wears a mask that fully conceals her face so that no one can recognize her. But if a criminal did manage to remove her mask and see who she really was... she shuddered at the though. That was her greatest fear.

Her greatest enemy, the merciless Mr.S., has been thwarted in dozens of crimes by Maskerada  Now he is obsessed with destroying her, and has vowed publicly to someday capture her and expose her secret identity. Maskerada always laughed at his threats!

But this time will be different. This time, through information he located in secret NSA docoments available to wealthy bidders on the black market, Mr.S. has learned her weakness. Utterly amoral but highly skilled mercenary chemists have synthesized a compound for him that will spell the end of the great Maskerada!

Patrolling the city at night, Maskerada is suddenly hit by a mortar shell out of nowhere. She absorbs the blast easily but she finds herself enveloped in a huge billowing almond-scented cloud of thick white smoke. As it fills her lungs and curls over her skin, Maskerada begins to feel all her strength slowly draining out of her. She passes out, teetering off the roof of the rundown building she was perched on, and lands on a stack of dirty, smelly cardboard boxes.

When she wakes she is incredibly dizzy and weak. She is aware of being in a small room and senses there is someone there with her, even though her sight is fuzzy. Instinctively she presses herself against a wall and stands. Her legs wobble like jelly.

"Turn around!" a voice barks, a voice that seems familiar. "Slowly! I want to look at you!"

Dazed and her will almost non-existent, Maskerada slowly obeys, displaying herself shyly, hesitatingly to the harsh voice.

Maskerada feels the man's eyes upon her. She notices that her confidence is gone now, and she feels vaguely threatened. At his command she showed him the front of her bikini-clad body, turning when he told her. She drew some comfort that her mask had not been removed while she was unconscious.

"Now turn again," his voice said sharply, "and show me your ass!" The heroine felt humiliated but obeyed nonetheless. "Wait!" she thought, "I do know that voice! It's... it's..." Her body began to tremble uncontrollably. "Oh God!"

All at once he was standing next to her! She felt his hand on his shoulder. "Mr.S.," she breathed.

"Maskerada... at last!"

She was in the hands of her oldest and cruelest enemy.

"You look weak, my dear," he murmured. "Why don't you sit down for a while." Without waiting for a response he shoved the defenseless girl down into a strait-back wooden chair.

The famously strong and cocky superheroine sat submissively in the chair with her head down, her arms and legs tightly clenched, feeling defenseless. "Wh-what are you going to do to me?" Maskerada asked softly.

"If you haven't figured that out yet, you must have inhaled more of that gas than I thought!" Mr.S. snickered.

"No... please no."

"You look rather wobbly, Maskerada. Might fall out of that chair. I'd better tie you up... for your own protection!"

Quickly he pinned the girl's arms behind her back and bound them tightly to her chair!

"No! No!" Maskerada cried, almost panicking. "You can't tie me! I've never been tied up! Please don't!""

"Can't stand being tied and helpless, eh? I must remember that so I can use it on you again, my sweet!" Mr.S. tapped that information into his iPad on a list titled "Maskerada's Fears."

"But for now, Masked Maiden, as long as I have you all to myself... let's use this time to get to know you better!"

A bolt of sheer terror shot through Maskerada! She knew exactly what this meant for her! As a superheroine she had always maintained her virtue to provide a good example to the public. No man had ever been allowed to see her body. Mr.S. was threatening to take her virtue, the very core of her being!

"Please," she begged weakly, "don't do this to me. You'll destroy me if you... if you..."

But her captor brushed her pleas aside. "Maskerada at my mercy... Now let's see what you've been hiding behind that tempting costume all this time. Yes, I'm going to learn all your secrets... Let's just begin with the bottom... heh heh heh...!

The helpless heroine began struggling and writhing against the ropes, straining despite her weakness to somehow escape. But it was worthless. She watched wide-eyed as his fingers slowly inched toward her bikini bottom, his fingertips reaching for the tie on her right side...

Will Maskerada's most precious secrets be revealed to the eyes of a filthy criminal? Could she suffer a fate worse than death at the hands of her most sadistic foe? Only 8 comments keep you from learning the truth!