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In Superman's Mind...

Clark tried to get his sense back as he react to the hit. However, 'Clarkie' wouldn't given him a moment's peace as he continued to sock Clark as much as he could. Even with all of the **** being done to him, Clark noticed more of the area of his mind.

Smallville was a whole, Americana look which held signs of Heartland of America living. Used in the images on posters, billboards and other visible media was images of Lois in various classical American virtures. At least as he saw them.

If Smallville was small town virture, Metropolis was big city vice. Darker and grimmer then even Gotham, with more crime on the streets and hooks on every corner. And instead of images of Lois, it was filled with Mindy in various states of undressed. Every image sexualized and displaying undisguised lust as well as all other sins.

Not wanting to have his world turned into that darker version of his world, he managed to get back to the fight and managed to get a few punches in on Clarkie. Sending the darker reflection back, who snarled with the change of events. He then inhaled and releashed a hurricane of icy cold wind. Which formed an layer of ice over Clark. He fell for a moment before breaking it with his strength. The heroic Superman's eyes glowed red as it shot forward to the evil counterpart.

The beam of heat pushed him back, till the man in black reacted by bring out his own heat beams, creating a beam war between the two of them. Pushing each other back and forth over the mixed landscape. Clark could swear he saw the landscape move slightly as they fought. Smallville and Metropolis moved over the centre line by a little bit, making Clark wonder if this was a sign of who was winning. Cause at this point, it looked like they were evenly matched. Which made him wonder how long this fight would take.

In the Real World...

Mindy's guards had taken Superman to the bed in her bedroom as she had them leave and stand guard till she needed them. She told them that Superman had given her knowledge of Krytonian first aid, with the Subliminator's help they believed it. The truth was she needed to get Clark exposed to more **** as soon as possible to netrualize the antidote Lois had spread.

She noticed that on her nightstand was a bottle of **** she didn't remember being there, and a card. Opening it up, she read it...

'For our best customer, a more potent version of your favourite perfume. Certain to make your man into your Superman. Willing it turn the whispering whim in his ears into his own Honey-Do-It-Now list. From your patron, T.'

Smiling as the note disappeared after she read it, she replaced her doses of perfume with the higher concentration. She then began to spray the new perfume all over. On herself, on the bed and the sheets, on Superman and especially over his mouth and nose to breath it in.

She also pulled out the Subliminator and used it as she whispered into the hero's ear, while occationally adding more ****, "I love Mindy more then any other woman. She makes me become my true self. I love and get aroused by being dominated by Mindy, obeying her every command. I exist to make her happy, to please her, to be her willing love ****..."

Inside Superman's Mind...

Clark saw the sky turned ruby red, red like Kryptonite, as a booming godlike version of Mindy's voice spoke commands. Worse, he was feeling weaker just as Clarkie was looking stronger.