[Nudity] Maskerada: Lifting Her Mask!! (Series 6)

 (Next episode in 10+ comments. Mr.S. wanted me to include this: "Any comments are welcome, as clean as they are or as dirty as they want them to be.")

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"No, please, don't unmask me! Don't! Untie me, let me go! You've done enough, haven't you? Please, you've done enough to me!" Maskerada was totally engulfed in her terror that her true identity being revealed.

"Now, at last, Ms. Maskerada, your mask is going to come off!" Mr.S. reached for her chin and took the fabric of her mask between his thumb and index finger. Now even he was trembling -- with excitement! He had fantasized about this moment for years and now it was actually happening. He had to make this last as long as possible, remove her mask slowly, so he could savor it like a fine wine. Thank god it was being recorded. And the best part was that it would hideously torture Maskerada!

 He began to pull the mask up. In Las Vegas hundreds of criminals fell silent, their mouths hanging open at the sight they were finally seeing. On the Jumbotron the fingers in the tight close up slowly began lifting the iconic mask. You could hear a pin drop. And then, gradually, Maskerada's chin became visible. This was really happening! They could see that she was shaking, that her chin was trembling. The sound was perfect too and the thugs could hear her short, rapid breaths. Somewhere in the darkened stadium, someone whispered, "Oh... yeah!"

The nude, helpless heroine was frozen with fear now as she felt her mask actually being taken from her, being gently tugged upwards to finally expose her face. It was almost to the edge of her lower lip now. "P- p- please?" her shaking, jiggling, staccato voice said. She forced herself to speak through her fear. "P- please, Mister S --"

"That's Master S to you now, sweet tits!"

"Yes...M-master... S," she said. "P- please, can't we w- work something out? I'm begging... Master." Her eyes were squeezed shut as she spoke these words.

"Like what?" Mr.S. asked. His fingers still slipped her mask inexorably upwards, now revealing a delicious pair of lips. Cool air brushed against them, torturing her with the fact that hundreds of thugs could see them now. She only had seconds before she was fully unmasked!

"M-money! I can get you as much as you want!" she cried. Seeing that that didn't move her torturer she pleaded, "I- I could work for you... join your organization! Just please don't lift my mask any farther!"

"Yeah, your powers will eventually come back from what I hit you with, so you'd probably be a good addition to the organization. But... nah!"

Mr.S. resumed unmasking his powerless captive. He exposed her mouth completely and now the tip of her nose came into view. He was so close to finally seeing her face!

"Wait!" Maskerada screamed, almost hysterical. "Wait! Don't unmask me!" With a mighty effort she managed to calm her voice. "In addition to the other, I..." her voice choked as she fought back tears. "In addition... I will give you... myself. Master. For the rest of my life. To do with as you please."

A sadistic smile crept over Mr.S.'s face. "And what about my boys?" he demanded, sweeping his arm toward the cameras that connected to the Jumbotron.

Maskerada's eyes grew wide with horror. "Oh, god..." 

He had broken her.

Leaving the weeping girl half unmasked, the lower part of her face clearly exposed for all to see, the fiend stepped back to give his viewers in Sin City a wide view.

"So, what's your choice, my fellow enemies of our helpless guest? All the money we need, a supervillainess in the organization, and all of us get to take turns with Maskerada as much as we want! I get first dibs, of course.

"Should we take Maskerada's offer and let her keep her precious secret identity? Or yank this mask off her pretty face and find out who she is?"