Unmasked at Her Most Vulnerable!

Another great collage from Batman Unmasked. She's so helpless.

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.

The Unveiling of Action Girl!

"And now Action Girl... let's just see who you really are!"

The Exposing of Panther Queen!

Another excellent unmasking collage from Batman Unmasked. I love the captions he adds. They really cut to the chase about what's going on here.

This one is from L.A.W's "A Heroine Unmasked!"

Batgirl: Her Identity Plastered All Over the Front Page!

Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Batgirl's life destroyed by Gotham City press -- over and over again!

These are fairly well-known so you may have seen these. But no collection is complete without them.

Movie Monday - Batgirl Paralyzed, Stripped, Abused, Unmasked... Almost everything!

This is probably my favorite Batgirl (or Sea-Turtle Girl? You be the judge.) unmasking video of all time. True, I do wish they showed her being captured and drugged and what happens to poor BG after this ends. And I can think of some better dialog, although this is pretty nice.  But overall, this is pretty fantastic in my book!

A couple of notes: This definitely needs to be under the fold. Also, due to the subject matter I'm using a (::Ahem!::) different site to host this video. Please let me know if it works ok and what you think of it in general.

Captives of Doctor Malevolent!

Star Bangled Bombshell and Solar Girl are gassed, tired and dreadfully abused by one of Dr. Malevolent's "Sexborgs. But Solar Girl has one more weakness that the 'foul physician' can exploit: her mask!

Batgirl: Betrayed by the Press!

From Dave the Dude!

I tell you, today's Reporters have no civic mindedness! Who cares how how it hurts the city add long as they get their story. Case in point: That time the Gotham Gazette outed Batgirl right there on the front page...

The Many Unmaskings of Spoiler (Part 1)!

Stephanie Brown is the most careless heroine with her secret identity that I've ever seen, especially when she was Spoiler. This post begins a series about Stephanie exposing her face in public like it's no big deal, or the occasional times when somebody else unmasks her.
 

Spoiler is trying to stop some crooks, but then discovers that the warehouse where she caught them is infested with rats. She has a fear of rats though, so she does what any superheroine would do: pull off her mask and jump onto a box.

 In this provocative picture it appears that both Stephanie and Batgirl have been unmasked by some fiendish criminals. Generously, they have left a mask on the floor so at least one of them can conceal her identity if she gets free.

Stephanie's dad was a thug who dressed like Robin Hood, and one night she and Batman tracked him down. During the fight the creep managed to pull off Spoiler's mask, revealing her to be his daughter! So she beat the crap out of him but was persuaded by Batman to spare his life even though he now knew who Spoiler really was and could tell every con in prison.  Good thinking Batman!

More of Spoiler's adventures being exposed in the near future.

[Nudity] Maskerada: I Have Your Mask at Last!!

Mr.S.'s cell rang. It was Johnny Diamond in Vegas. "Why hello, Johnny. How do you like the show so far?"

"It's a big hit! I hope you're planning to release it on Blueray -- you'll make a mint! Anyway, I was calling to let you know that me and the boys here have come to a consensus on Maskeboobs little proposition."

"Yeah? Let me put this on speaker phone so my guest can hear."

Maskerada sat trembling and bound in the chair, her face already half exposed. Now her fate was in the hands of hundreds of heartless fiends! If they choose to remove her mask, Mr. S. could have it off instantly.

"OK, go ahead Johnny", Mr. S. said.

"Hey, hi there hot tits. Just want to tell to that I really love your pussy! Yeah, a lot a guys here have been going wild over your little strip show. Maybe you can do one for me sometime, in the flesh if you know what I'm getting at!"

Maskerada turned her head away, trying to hold back a flood of helpless tears. She felt filthy.

"Anyway, we decided what we want to do with you! Yeah, we'll take all that money, and use you in the organization, and were all looking forward to a different guy having you every night."

There was a pause. Maskerada breathed a sigh of relief. "At least I've saved my secret identity from exposure."

Then Johnny continued: "Yeah, we'll take all that... AND YOUR MASK TOO! Ha ha ha! Go ahead, S.! Unmask the bitch!!"

"No! Not my mask!" Was all Maskerada had time to cry.

"Mr.S. seized her mask and pulled it up. "Now to see whose face is under the mask, Maskerada!"

"Alright here goes the the mask, and there's nothing she can do to stop it now!" Johnny Diamonnd thought as he watched the Jumbotron, mesmerized. "Just a little higher... a little higher... and now... Oh god! Her mask is finally off!

"What th-- ?? OK, nice trick Maskerada, but it won't save you. C'mon Mr.S., grab her by her hair and force her head up! She can't hide now! Not when she's so helpless!  Show us her face!!"

[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??)

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!"

Movie Monday: Spider Girl Tied up and Unmasked!

Spider Girl has been tied tightly and is completely defenseless. Before her captor goes there's just one more detail to attend to: unmasking her prisoner!! Now, with her face exposed and the cops and press notified mere minutes remain before her secret identity is exposed to the world!

Can our pretty heroine escape before it's too late?

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!

Defeated and Exposed to Planet Earth!

Having defeated Blue Bolt in an epic contest, Wondra, Mightiest Woman in the Galaxy, takes her revenge! "Now that I have defeated you, all the puny mortals of Earth who depended on you are going to find out who their feeble champion really is!"

"What? Not my mask!!"

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"No! Wondra! My mask is the only defense I have left! If I'm unmasked, I'll be helpless! Please!"

"You are already helpless, earth woman! Let them see how pitiful you  are! You cannot even prevent the removal of your precious mask!"

 "Show them! Show them your face!"

"No please Wondra! I'll be defenseless!"

"Humiliation is your fate, 'Blue Bolt!"

"On my world we humiliate beaten adversaries by stripping them completely where everyone can see! Now the earthlings will see you exposed completely as well! They will never respect you again!"

Unmasked and Tortured!

In this photo collage submitted by "Batman Unmasked" a captured masked woman is mercilessly tickle-tortured in a dank, dark dungeon. But wait... as long as I have you at my mercy, let's just see who you are behind that mask!

'Pretty Pussycat' Exposed by Scarecrow!

Catwoman's greatest fear is used against her -- unmasking!

[NSFO] Getting His Peak!

It's Movie Monday again! El Dentista donated this delightful clip of one of our favorite heroines!

So what would YOU do if you happened upon Glamour dangling unconscious from the ceiling after hours of abuse? Well, decent fellow that you are your heart would go out to her and you'd probably set the poor girl free.  But first... this is your chance to get a little peak behind the mask... after all, she'll never know...

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