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."

Spider Woman in His Power!

Dave the Dude unmasks Spider Woman!

Spider Woman Tricked!

"OK Spider Woman! That's it! Sell it girl! Show us what you've got!"

Spider Woman struck dynamic poses on the roof of an office building in downtown Manhattan. Even though she was a well known superheroine, she couldn't help but be flattered to be in this photoshoot. Especially since she was asked personally by Peter Norman himself, the world famous fashion photographer.

But unfortunately, even famous fashion photographers can be blackmailed...

"Alright Spider Woman, let's go inside and take some shots there too. I have a portable studio all set up on the floor below us."

"Certainly, Mr. Norman," replied the heroine.

Once more she struck every pose the photographer requested... unaware that her enemy the KingPin had arranged for this room to be rigged with small gas jets. As she obediently posed she was also inhaling an odorless, colorless gas that slowly sapped her mind's ability to resist suggestions.

"Alright Spider Woman, now I would like..." The poor man didn't really want to do this. But the Kingpin had made it quite clear that this was the only way to save the lives of his wife and daughter. He had to.

"I would like to get a few pictures of you without your mask."

"Wha-- what did you say?" She asked almost timidly.

"Just a few of you... unmasked. I'm afraid that I must insist. It will be, um, perfect for this spread," Norman said.

"But... I... I..." the helpless heroine protested, weakly. And then, "Certainly, Mr. Norman."

"I've been instructed to shoot some sexy photos as well, Spider Woman. How about a saucy pose with you glancing over your shoulder. Smile my dear..."

Photo after photo was taken. Finally, after a half an hour, the voice of the Kingpin blared out over a hidden speaker.

"Lovely, lovely, quite lovely my dear Spider Woman... Or should I say Jessica Drew! Yes, that's right. I now know your secret identity. Not to mention possessing dozens of very professionally done photos of you, masked and unmasked... I've gotten what I need to to finally have you under my thumb, Ms. Drew -- at my mercy!"

"Oh yes, you are right to shiver, 'Spider Babe!' I have you right where I want you!

"Now, you will go with these men who just entered the room. They will bring you to my penthouse where I will... 'entertain' you for the rest of the night!"

Thief Reveals Spider Woman's Identity!

The lovely Spider Woman discovers an art burglary in progress but is quickly gassed into unconsciousness. The thieves carry her over to a secluded corner and tie her securely to a column so they can get on with their business. But one of the criminals is a little more curious than the others about their masked prisoner. He slips away from the gang for a few moments with the sleeping girl.

"So, just who are you anyway, Ms. Spider Woman..." he murmurs as he slowly lifts her mask... revealing the pretty face of Jesssica Drew!"

Spider Woman: In Danger of Being Exposed!

Death Web tears half of Spider Woman's mask off!

Spider Woman: Unmasked While Paralyzed!

Spider Woman is confident she can defeat the Puzzler, but she couldn't be more wrong. Her arch enemy quickly hypnotizes the masked heroine, leaving her paralyzed and vulnerable to being unmasked. Knowing Spider Woman is totally aware of what is happening  to her but powerless to prevent it, Puzzler savors the moment as she slowly, deliberately lifts Spider Woman's mask!

A Citizen Takes Advantage of Spider Woman

Hit by a sniper while answering a false report of burglars on a roof, Spider Woman slumped unconsciously into the nearest living room window on the 34th floor. The woman inside saw the blood and knew who Spider Woman was. On instinct she dragged the powerless heroine into her bedroom and tried to bandage her wound.

But then, as reality set back in, a wicked thought crossed her mind: "Waitaminute, what am I doin'? This is my big break at last! There are guys who would give their eye-teeth to get their hands on this chick. She's nothing to me. Ah, this towns full of super guys to protect us. One less isn't gonna hurt anything -- except her. Heh heh."

"The thing supervillians always want is the heroine's secret identity. Where's my camera? Ok then... Now then Spider Babe, let's just see who's hidin' behind that mask, shall we?"