Superman flew at a moderate pace along the Metropolis skyline, looking down at the many waiting women he'd conquered. From Themyscira all the way to the top of The Daily Planet he'd bred at least forty women across the world. Superman smiled to himself. Conquest was getting easier and easier every time. He landed on the rooftop of his former job and went in through the door.
The place was strangely quiet. Superman stepped slowly around the many cubicles and discarded office carts.
"Hello? Anyone here?"
No answer. He heard the faint shuffling of a chair on the third floor. He used his superspeed to get there, knocking down papers and sticky notes. Superman found Lois sitting at her desk with her back to him. She wore a pink suit jacket with black pants. Her hair was tied up in a neat bun. His voice got caught in his throat. Despite being brainwashed, and them being broken up, he still turned into a boy crushing on a classmate when he was around her.
"Lois..." Superman's voice was a whisper, but it wasn't low enough for her to not hear him. He figured she was ignoring him.
"Lois. It's me." Superman walked towards her. Still no response. Lois sat still like a statue, except for the rocking of her feet every few seconds.
"Lois." Superman grabbed her shoulder. A bright light flashed all around him, blinding Superman. It felt like everything was collapsing around him. The blinding white forced him to keep his eyes closed until the empty void around him turned black. Superman opened his eyes and reached out to nothing. Floating and swimming in nothing.
"What's going on!? What is this!?" Superman shouted. After a minute of floating in the void Superman was pushed backward into what looked like a planet with a purple sky and golden stars. Vines of a long dead tree wrapped around his body, trapping him to the cold ground.
"Ahhh!" Superman shrieked in pain. He broke the grip that the vines had on him to hold his head. He spasmed on the ground until the pain stopped briefly. He was pushed back into the black void for a few seconds until he was dropped in the middle of the Sahara Desert.
Superman quickly got to his feet but couldn't say anything. The pain was too much. He knew if he was transported again the pain would flare up. He punched the sand, but it shattered like glass. Another illusion that sent Superman falling through what felt like an ocean. He held his breath even though he already found out this was fake. The pain was not.
Superman was pushed into the depths of the deep blue sea until the waves carried him away. Another blinding white light.
"Who are you!?" Superman shouted with his eyes squeezed shut. After a few seconds, he ended up in a familiar childhood bedroom. He was in Ma and Pa Kent's house, but different. Very different. There was no light coming from the open windows despite the midday summer sun outside. The room was pitch dark. Superman got to his feet and tried to open the door, but the knob disappeared in his hands.
"Stop this!" Superman screamed. His head rang and his vision was nothing but purple. Brainiac's words filled his mind.
"I want you to rule the world. Take control." Brainiac's voice faded near the end. Superman was forced back to the black void again until he was led to the rooftop of The Daily Planet. Right back to The Daily Planet. Superman tried to fly away, but he crashed into an invisible barrier that ended right along the top of the big bronze globe. He didn't know if this was another illusion until he heard a familiar voice call his name.
"Clark." Zatanna Zatara stood on the rooftop. Her face was stern, and her body was stiff. Superman stared at her, but he didn't immediately think about what she'd look like naked. His head was no longer pounding, and his mind was clear. Superman floated down to the Mistress of Magic with a nervous look in his eyes.
"Is this another trick?" Superman asked.
"No. This is reality. Does your head hurt?" Zatanna asked casually.
"No." Superman answered.
"Good. Tell me," Zatanna put her hands up. "Is Brainiac still influencing your mind? Do you still feel it?"
"What?" Superman said. "Zatanna, what are you talking about?"
Zatanna smiled to herself. She spent a lot of time creating a series of illusions to break the grip Brainiac had on Superman's mind. She wasn't sure if it would work fully, and it certainly wouldn't reverse what Superman had done to the many women around the world. It couldn't reverse time, but it could do something.
"Clark, what do you remember?"
"I remember... I remember... AGGH!" Superman fell to his knees. He felt like he was shot in the head by a Kryptonite bullet. Flashes of his conquest zoomed through his mind. Zatanna felt her spell breaking. Brainiac was stronger than she thought.
"etercnoC part mih! dinB mih!" Zatanna cast her spell, causing jagged concrete to shoot out of the ground and trap Superman's legs in a magic bind that wrapped around his arms.
"Let me out." Superman's voice was cold and menacing. The purple glow returned. Zatanna's mind-clearing spell was overworking itself to the point where it began to fatigue Zatanna. As Superman lost control of his mind, he watched Zatanna's breasts heaving inside her white blouse. He licked his lips thinking about the creamy skin behind her fishnets and the little beads of sweat that fell down her pretty face.
"Zatanna! Free me! Free me and I'll let you become a part of my breeding stock!" Superman shouted at her. Zatanna noticed his cock growing in his trunks. His thick bulge strained the material.
"nehtgnertS eht dinb!" Zatanna grunted.
"Stop this! You know I have to do this! It's what I was made for!" Superman cried before firing a concentrated blast of heat vision to burn two buttons off of Zatanna's blouse, revealing her cleavage. Her braless breasts stood high on her chest, and her pink nipples were poking through the now sweat-soaked shirt.
Zatanna felt her knees getting weak. Her body and her spell were losing the fight. Superman flexed his way out of the magic bind, slowly stretching out the pressure of the bind. He bent down to destroy the concrete that trapped his feet. He quickly zoomed toward the exhausted Zatanna and wrapped his hands around her slim waist.
"Do you give up, Zatanna?" Superman smiled.
"No... You must be... stopped..." Zatanna huffed.
"Why? Why should I be stopped? Did Bruce put you up to this?"
"It's... it's wrong... We're not... You can't just..." Zatanna's hand brushed over Superman's bulge. Her eyes shot open.
"You want this. Break the spell around the building and let me breed you" Superman whispered in her ear while sneaking a hand in her shirt and groping her soft breasts.
"Mmhh... I..." Zatanna clenched her fists. Superman broke the grip he had on her waist, letting the beautiful magician fall to the rooftop. She knew she had more fight in her, but Zatanna didn't want to fight. She refused to fight. When Zatanna spent days crafting the spell to free Superman, she practically entered his mind. Seeing women much more physically powerful than her getting filled turned her on. A lot. If she wanted it to last forever, she could.
Superman slipped his suit off of his body. His cock brushed over Zatanna's hair.
"Service me, Zatanna." Superman spread his arms. Zatanna drooled.
