Ms. Marvel and Spider Woman: Forced to Perform!

Ms. Marvel and Spider Woman finally were defeated and captured! The criminal gang cheered and gave cat calls as they were securely manacled and chained together. "We got ya' now, super babes!" they taunted the gagged women. "C'mon boys! Now let's unmask 'em and see who they really are!!"

The filthy thugs swarmed over the helpless women, knocking them both back to the floor. They could do nothing as they felt men's hands grasping at their masks, tearing them and their costumes like wild animals! Fear shot through them! In a few seconds they would be unmasked! Their secret identities would be known to all!

But then a commanding voice rang through the room and the merciless attack stopped instantly. It was the Big Boss.  "Gentlemen, gentlemen! Is this anyway to treat our lovely guests? Come, raise them to their feet now."

Spider Woman and Ms Marvel both exhaled. They were shaking like they never had before. They had thought they were doomed at the hands of all those men. Now they stood before the  head of the east coast's biggest crime syndicate. However gentle his talk, they both knew he was a sadistic, psychopathic killer who loved more than capturing and torturing his enemies. What would he do to the two superheroines now?

The boss slowly walked over and silently examined his prisoners, fingering the battle damage in their costumes, including their masks. Would he expose them then and there? Then he smiled tightly, and moved away.

Taking his plush recliner, calling to his men to take their seats too. The two women stood before them in front of the screen of a large, state of the art home theater, complete with theater seats. The heroines were in the Big Boss' personal Man Cave, and tonight they were the show.

"Just sit back and relax for a while, boys. Help yourselves to my eats, drinks, and cigars. These two lovely women will be providing our entertainment. Let's just see how long they can stand there like that... especially if I activate some of the "tools" hidden the walls, floor, and ceiling. Remember the Wasp? Yeah, she didn't last too long before we knew all of Ms. Van Dyne's secrets."

"Keep your heads still ladies... or those masks might just slide right off... exposing your pretty faces to the criminal underworld. There's no telling what could happen if they find out who you are... Heh heh heh."

Batgirl: In Bad Shape!

Honestly, I don't like to see Barbara suffering like this. Especially since she's about to have a part of her body amputated. I'm kind of a softy that way, I guess.

But... Her costume and mask are heavily battle damaged and you can almost see what she really looks like! So I'm duty-bound to publish it.

Omega Woman Forced to Unmask!

"Alright Omega Woman, here's the deal! Either you remove your mask and let us see who you really are or your pretty little partner will meet a very bad end!"

"You fiends! I- I have no choice."

Slowly the trapped heroine reached reluctantly for her mask...

The gang of vile thugs stirred impatiently as her mask slowly slid upwards."Heh heh heh!" one of them chuckled evilly. "We've finally got Omega Woman right where we want her!" "Yeah," the guy next to him whispered. "Once we know her secret identity, she'll be at our mercy!"

"C'mon! Take off the mask, beautiful!" some in the crowd yelled. "Show us who you are!" "Yeah, we wanna see your pretty face!" "Take it off babe! All of it! heh heh heh!"

Finally, the heroine removed her mask completely and stood exposed before a room full of the city's worst villains. It took only a few seconds before one them recognized her face. "Hey! I don't believe it! Omega Woman is actually the Mayor's wife -- Wren Andrews! Man, this is sweet!"

[Nudity] Maskerada: Nude Before Her Enemies! (Series 5)

Maskerada had acquired her powers at a young age so she never experienced many things that unpowered girls did. She had never been hurt, she had never felt afraid or even intimidated, and she was always the one in control. That's why she wore her famous bikini uniform, modest as she was. It was a way of saying, "Even dressed like this I am not vulnerable. I am the powerful one here!"

She always assumed that meant that she was a strong person. She never dreamed that with her powers gone she could be reduced to a weak, trembling, terrorized, weeping woman begging for mercy. But the hideous thug leering at her through a smelly haze of cigar smoke was sadistically and methodically stripping away every last shred of dignity that she had. And he wouldn't stop until he broke her completely.

Holding the loosened last string from her bikini top, Mr. S. jiggled it just a bit, causing the black cups to slowly slide up and down against her breasts.  She gritted her teeth as he laughed at his captive's helpless discomfort.

"Stop," she whispered.

He didn't stop. Instead his voice grew cold and hard. "OK, enough fun, Maskerada! Now we're finally going to do what I brought you here for, and what about 500 of your worst enemies have paid good money to see on this video hook up!"

Maskarada gasped!  Other men would see this? Dear god --no!

"That's right, my dear. There's an actual Jumbotron rented in Vegas so they won't miss a single detail! And now Masked Maiden, I'm going to expose all your precious secrets and everybody's going to see it!! Ha ha ha!"

With that Mr.S. let go of the remaining string of her top and let it lightly slip of and fall to the floor! Maskerada cried out involuntarily as her chest was suddenly revealed. No man had ever seen her breasts, ever! And now they were on full view for the criminal underworld to ogle! Filled with horror she struggled mightily to some how cover herself, but of course she could do nothing.

Mr. S. took up her breasts in both hands! "Fellow enemies of Maskerada, have a good, long look at her tits!!" He squeezed them, kneaded them, and teased her defencless nipples. She yelped and clenched her teeth. Her nipples were extremely sensitive. Tears came as he did what he pleased with her bosom. A constant stream of perverse suggestions appeared via a TwitterFeed beside them, and he gleefully fulfilled them one by one for several minutes. Maskerada hung her head in shame.

"The cocky Maskerada -- now sitting here bound and helpless on live TV with the secret of her breasts exposed!! Ha ha! Now to reveal one of her most delicate secrets to you -- her pussy!!"

"No, not that!" The helpless girl screamed. "You don't understand! You can't do that! You can't! Please, I'm begging you.."

But it was too late for pleading as the fiend quickly reached down and pulled her bikini bottom off!

"Let's zoom in!" Her captor announced sadistically.

"Noooooo!" Maskerada cried in dispair. Mr.S. eagerly ran his hands over her most vulnerable area. She tried her best to clamp her legs tightly closed, but his fingers were able to gain access. Her squeals when he did delighted the audience.

Finally he stood. Actually there was one thing Maskerada had always feared. Even with all her powers at their height, if someone had pulled off her mask it would destroy her career. She depended on her mask to protect her friends, and to protect herself. She was mostly invulnerable, but not immortal. Being unmasked was her Achilles heal.

She stared at him with all-consuming hate as Mr.S. moved close.

"And now, what you've all been waiting for," he announced. His hand began inching toward her mask. "So, Maskerada... let's just see who you really are under that mask!"

(DARE YOU PEEK??)

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!"

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!