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."

[Nudity] Maskerada: Powerless! (Series 8)

 (Be sure to read an "interview" with Mr.S. at the end of this final episode!)


Maskerada sat there tied, naked, helpless with her luxurious hair covering her face. It was one final, desperate attempt to protect her true identity from being exposed to her worst enemies.

"Good try, Maskerada!" commented Mr.S. "I give you points for creativity -- and persistence. But now my helpless captive..." His fingers began caressing her hair. "...Now, it ends!"

Maskerada turned her head away from him. Mr.S. chuckled in triumph as he parted her hair with his fingertips, exposing her left cheek. His pulse soared. He was breathing hard, almost snorting like a bull. This was his ultimate conquest!

Maskerada remained silent, straining  to keep her face away from this fiend who was destroying her. But then the villain ran his fingers down her cheek again, parting her thick hair. The left side of her lovely face was now almost completely revealed!  Only the right half was still concealed. Now Mr.S. grabbed the edge of her remaining hair and began to lift it, as he had done with her mask a few minutes ago. His eyes were wide as her locks inched up. He could almost see what Maskerada really looked like! Just another inch...!

[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?"

[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??)

The Humiliation of Maskarada! (Chapter 3)

Chapter 3 of our story, "The Beautiful but Cocky Maskerada." Thanks for all the comments so soon yesterday. Remember, 8 or more comments, suggestions, drooling over Maskerada, criticisms, etc. moves us to the next chapter. YOU control our heroine's fate!!!

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With his arch-enemy finally in his power, Mr.S. has vowed to utterly break Maskerada down and destroy her completely. And she is powerless to stop him. He slowly reaches for her black bikini bottom...

Maskerada gasped. "No! No, please don't undress me!"

The wicked Mr.S. took the tie on the right side of the helpless woman's thong... and tugged. "I've always dreamed of capturing and interrogating you Maskerada, to learn your secrets. And now I have my chance. I'm going to find out every one of your secrets and vulnerabilities my dear... starting with the most intimate."

With a slight pull the ribbon of fabric loosened and came free. Maskerada flinched at the sensation of one of her articles of clothing being tugged open by a stranger. "No" she squeaked and pressed her legs together even more tightly.

"Now the other," Mr.S. murmured to his prisoner. He enjoyed slowly narrating every step of her degradation to her, describing in detail what he was doing to her. One gentle pull and the string came free.

Both strings lay dangling tauntingly from her thighs. The tiny slip of fabric that still barely covered her slipped down a little...

Maskerada's breathing was fast and sharp. Her arms thrust severely back and tied to the back of the chair, she could only squirm desperately but vainly as her enemy mercilessly toyed with her loosened thong. Panic consumed her. Her most intimate area had never even been glimpsed by a man. She had diligently protected her virtue throughout her career. But now Mr.S. could easily slip them off at his pleasure.  "Please... don't take them off," she pleaded pitifully. But she steeled herself inside for the inevitable unveiling she knew would come next. A single tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.

Mr.S. smiled. "We shall come back to this," he said softly. "You have other secrets I must learn too... Your mask for instance."

Maskerada's eyes grew wide beneath her mask. Being unmasked was her greatest fear. She even feared it more than the awful violation he had just threatened her with, though not by much. Her masked eyes locked in terror with his. He knew her thoughts, and savored them. She knew it.

"But," Mr.S. continued gloatingly, "But first, I am going to have a look at what you're hiding up here, Ms. Maskarada!." His hand suddenly forced its way behind her and grabbed the string of her bikini top! He yanked it roughly.

"No!" she cried.

"Yes, my dear! And now let's have a good look at the great Maskerada's breasts!!"

Will Maskerada's nubile body be completely exposed to Mr.S.' lecherous gaze? Will all her secrets be revealed -- including her face? A mere 8 comments gets us the answer to these and other titillating questions!

Arachni-Girl Unmasked by the Question!

Her famous proportional speed and strength of a spider gone, Arachni-Girl was now just an ordinary and very exhausted masked woman. But The Question wasn't done with her yet...

 "I have always wanted to ask you a question, my dear Arachni-Girl: Who are you behind your mask? Well now that I've sapped you of your powers and beaten you, it looks like I finally have the perfect chance to unmask you! C'mon heroine! The cameras are waiting!"

"C-- cameras?" the weak and bruised girl cried. "No! You can't! Please, if you take off my mask I'll be ruined!"

Ruined you say? Tell us more Arachni-Girl. You heroines are always so paranoid about having your true identities revealed. Tell us more about how this will ruin you. Inquiring minds want to know!"

"Please, Question, I'm begging you! You don't understand! If you unmask me on camera I'll be completely vulnerable.  People will discover who I really am and track me down! And my enemies will find me and take revenge on me. There's no telling what they'll do to me! So, Please! Whatever you do don't take off my mask!"

"Thank you. Thank you for explaining that, Arachni-Girl. It gives us all a better understanding of the terror you would go through... if I DID THIS!!"

"No, no! Question please NO!!"

With a quick movement Question grabs the powerless girl's mask and begins pulling it off her face. Arachni-Girl screams as though she has been run through with a sword.

"Ha Ha! So that's who you are, eh Arachni-Girl? Well, now let's stand you up so the whole underworld can finally see your pretty face! Here, I'll help you... heh heh heh!"



"Question! You monster! How could you do this to me?? You're destroying me -- and enjoying it! Please let me have my mask back before they see me!"

The heroine's eyes were filled with helpless tears as her tormentor tried to pull her in front of the camera and expose her secret to the world.

"When I'm having such a fun time with you beautiful! I hardly think so!"

"Gotcha!" The Question murmured into her ear. "Now look at the camera... Heh heh heh! I've finally won at last, Arachni-Girl!  And now... to throw you to the wolves!"

Squirming, crying and begging for some shred of mercy, the defenseless beauty was cruelly shoved into the waiting camera, exposed without her mask. 

"And now fellow criminals and super villains, I present your most hated foe as you have always wanted to see her: Unmasked! I am sure that some of you recognize her pretty face. Yes it's true! Arachni-Girl is actually Elise Graham, the District Attorney!!"

[Nudity] Scorpio Destroyed!

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[Graphic] Glamour Heroine: Exposed and Used!

Another from El Dentista!

Glamour Heroine, whose crimefighting uniform, pretty much consists of just her mask, finds herself at the mercy of two groups of bad guys with evil plans for her. Her powers, such as the are, come from her red mask. Her foes all realize that if they can take off her mask they not only will learn who she really is, but her powers will vanish -- leaving her just an ordinary, vulnerable nude woman in a very perilous position.

In the first part her captors have her down and are doing their best to have their way with her. Her attacker grabs her mask and after a struggle pulls it off, taking away her only hope of resisting his advances, and he takes full advantage of that. Naturally the leader goes for her mask, slowly slipping it up her face. Her hands are pinned and can't be used to fight him. She desperately tries to stop the inevitable by biting the edge with her teeth, but it's of no avail. He unmasks the helpless girl at  last.

There are also some behind the scenes shots.

[There is lots of nudity and she is violated after all, so I've put it below the fold. Click the 'Let Me See' button to see it.]

An El Dentista Extravaganza: Glamour's Mask Ripped Off!

The next several videos are contributions from the site of my fellow unmasker whose very name strikes fear into the hearts of masked women everywhere: El Dentista!

In this clip the lovely Glamour Heroine is grabbed by a guy in a power suit. She struggles somewhat valiantly but it is a simple matter for her foe to rip off her mask and see who she really is -- not to mention taking away her powers!!

Glamour Heroine Unmasked (mask ripped off!) by tusken_x