Maskerada: Nearing Humiliation (Series 4)

Maskerada is in severe peril now! Eight comments could reveal some of her most precious secrets... getting us even closer for her ultimate defeat -- the removal of her tempting mask!!

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Mr.S. had all but exposed her womanhood and now the brute had untied the string to her bikini top. Maskerada was totally consumed with panic now, writhing wildly in her chair, straining against her bonds. Her masked head rolled back and forth in terror at her plight!

"No, Mr.S., don't do this to me. Dear god, don't!"

Her captor stepped back and savored the almost nude body of his arch enemy, the frenzy of dismay he had worked her into. Feeling the flush of his victory, he took a Flor de las Antillas Toro cigar from his coat that he had been saving for just for this occasion, and lit it, blowing a thick blue cloud of smoke at his helpless captive. "Ha! The great Maskerada, champion of law and order! Now I've almost got you stripped and exposed for my viewing pleasure! Who would've known you would be so simple to conquer!"

Maskarada glared at him, her eyes filled with hate and loathing for this fiend who had her at his mercy. "You'll never defeat me," she spat, "Not the real me! Not really!"

"Maybe not Masked Maiden, But I'll have the next thing: Your secret identity and your defenseless body!"

Mr. S. slowly moved closer and to her left side. The heroine felt menaced, intimidated. She struggled not to show it, but she was barely holding the panic back.

"You should try not to breathe quite so deeply, my sweet," he whispered in her ear, his breath reeking of smoke. "Each time you do, the cup covering this breast slips down just a bit more." Maskerada blushed beneath her mask. She was so vulnerable to him... and there was nothing she could do,"

"S., I - I'm begging you... please, torture me any other way, kill me if you must. But please..." her voice was whisper now. "...Please, leave me my dignity. I couldn't bear it if you... if you..." Tears filled her eyes. She was unable to finish her sentence.

"Why, that touches my heart, it really does. You're an old fashioned girl, aren't you?" Maskerada looked down. Well, my little prude... we certainly have to ween you of that!"

His hand began inching toward the back of her neck. "And now 'modest Maskerada,' let's just have a look at that magnificent chest of yours!" Wildly, Maskerada squirmed in horror to get away! "Oh don't be shy, beautiful! Soon everyone will get to see them!"