n! .... Do you hear me, hero? .... " Spellbinder put his hand under Superman' s and lifted his head. "Look at me when I am speaking to you, boy!"
Under normal circumstances, Superman would have never allowed himself to do what he was about to do. But in his weakeate, Superman couldn' t help himself. When he looked directly into Spellbinder' eyes, his face suddenly went slack. It would be the last decision Superman would ever make on his own from this day forward ......
"Yes, you look at me when I' m talking to you, boy. Just look deep into my eyes! .... Deeper, my sexy super-stud, deeper!"
Superman started to feel dizzy. Those deep blue pools in Spellbinder' eyes kept calling to him, holding him in his stare. No matter how he tried, he could not look away. Soon it was being harder for Superman to think for himself .... to trate .... to remember. His head started to sway from side to side and his eyes began to roll into the back of his head. All that Superman knew was the last of his free will was quickly leaving him.
The evil villain held his helpless prisoner in his memserizing thrall, "That' s right, Superman. Do not resist. Just submit to me pletely! The Amazing Spellbinder ands you!!!"
The Spellbinder had used his hypnotic powers over many men before, but it had never worked on Superman .... up until now, that is. But from the dumb look on his face, it was clear to see that the one man that he could never hypnotize had finally succumbed.
"Are you still with me, Superman? ... you hear me?" The Spellbinder inquires.
Obviously in some kind of a trance, Superman spoke very softly as he slowly replied, "Yes .... I hear you, Spellbinder. ...."
"Oh no, that will never do. You' re now my slave, Superman. So from now on, you will address me as Master." The Spellbinder insisted.
Now uhe villain' s spell, Superman must follow his instrus, "Yes, ..... Master. ..... "
"That' s much MUCH better! Now I'