At the sound of his own name, Superman gathered up enough energy to speak, the effects of the sedatives still wreaking havoc on his mind and body. He looked at the doctor and demanded to know, “What ... do ... you ...  want ... with ... me ... ?,” knowing full well that he wasn’t going to like the answer.

“I’m glad that you asked, hero,” the doctor answered, his demeanor returning to a more serious tone. “For many years I have been on the cutting edge of biological and technological research, trying to better the world through the advances of science and medicine. After decades of labor and sacrifice, it seems the world’s governments have decided that some of my theories are too ‘risky’ … my experiments too ‘unconventional’. Instead of seeing the value of my life’s work, their officials caved to political pressure and now they want to shut me down. Luckily, I had seen that day coming and had prepared myself.” The mad scientist then gestured to the laboratory surrounding them, specifically to his loyal guards stationed about the room. “I knew that they would try to stop me and I suspected that they would eventually send you, the illustrious Superman, to do it.”

“So that’s why … you lured me … into a trap …” Superman is slowly but surely starting to figure out what the doc is up to.

“Yes, that is the reason why I staged this preemptive strike … in order to keep you from interfering with my future plans, Superman.”  Sklavnmeister confirms. “Pretty clever, hey, superhero? Capturing you … ‘their great protector’ … before you could even pose a threat to me or my intended goal. But now that I have you in my clutches, hero, I have come up with an ingenious way to, … how do you say, ... kill two birds with one stone? Isn’t that what the phrase you Americans use?”

“I...don’t...underst.…,” Superman tried to say but the doctor rudely cut the superhero off before he was able to complete his sentence.

“Over the past few years I have accomplished what none of the others would even attempt. An advancement in biotechnology that even the world’s most ‘daring’ scientists were too unskilled or too self-righteous to try. I have, to be blunt, created a more perfect human being. Specifically, a scientifically advanced soldier to help me carry out my plans for world domination.” Sklavnmeister then called out to one of the troopers stationed near the back of the lab, “Come over here, Private. Let the prisoner get a good look at you!”

The soldier stepped forward into the light for the hero to see. The young man no longer knew his own name. He only answered to the rank and serial number the doctor had assigned to him.

“Witness my best handiwork for yourself, superhero! This is Private First Class #01979, currently the highest-ranking officer in my army of evil soldiers. Impressive, isn‘t he?,“ the doctor boasts.

Superman’s vision was still somewhat hazy but he could tell that this genetically enhanced soldier was undoubtedly one big brute, even bigger than he was. Private #01971 was indeed a genetic marvel. 6 feet 6 inches tall and 280 pounds of solid muscle mass. Not an ounce of fat could be found on this specimen. Unequivocally loyal and totally obedient, the soldier slave had been mentally conditioned by this mad scientist with one specific purpose - to carry out all of his master’s orders at any cost. He had been trained to serve, protect, and obey his creator without question. The private’s face showed no signs of thought or emotion as he stood at attention, staring off blankly into space. Unlike all of the other soldiers, a strange metallic device was coiled behind and into his ear. This allowed the doctor direct communication with this particular soldier-slave. At first this was designed as a way for Dr. Sklavnmeister to use Private #01979 to direct the rest of his charges in the field. But, with the arrival of Superman, the doctor suddenly had a change in plans.

“I thought that I had already found the perfect soldier … perhaps even the perfect man to suit my purposes. That is, until I laid eyes on you, hero. Watching you in action gave me new ideas, … new thoughts, … new possibilities on just how much more I could accomplish. And now that I have had a closer look at that positively breathtaking body of yours, Superman, you have made me realize how much farther I can go in my quest to create the ultimate warrior!” The evil scientist boldly announced as he sinisterly grinned from ear to ear.

Superman looked up at the doctor with a shocked expression on his face, “No! … You can‘t mean … ”

“That’s right, Superman!,” the doctor continued. “I am going to turn you … the world‘s greatest superhero … into my very own soldier-slave.”

The Man of Steel spoke up, “Forget it, you quack! … Superman is no one’s slave!“ The defiant superhero struggled against his captors but his body was still far too weak for it to do much good.

“Wrong, hero! Once I have completely reprogrammed your mind, you will consider it your duty to obey my every order. Yes, you, Superman, are about to take Private #01979’s place as my second in command. And with you, the mighty Man of Steel, soon serving under me, I will then lead an army of unbeatable troops with which I can rule the world!!!” The mad scientist then laughed maniacally as the restrained superhero tried in vain to free himself from his kryptonite bonds and the grasp of Dr. Sklavnmeister’s genetically advanced soldiers surrounding him but, alas, there was no escape.

Superman couldn‘t believe what he had just heard, “You’ll...you’ll never get away with this, Sklavnmeister! … This is madness!”

“Oh, I think I already have,” the doctor cackled. “You see, these kryptonite shackles along with my loyal, dedicated soldiers should be enough to keep you in line, hero. Now bring our new recruit to the table,” Dr. Sklavnmeister ordered his three troopers guarding our hero.

Sklavnmeister’s soldier-slaves firmly escorted their prisoner to the table set up in the middle of the lab. They turned Superman around so he faced away from the table and forced him to take a couple steps back until he was standing upon it, his feet resting on a small platform extending from its base.

“Now remove that silly superhero outfit of his!,” the doctor commanded.

A fourth soldier approached Superman and began to pull off his boots, then placed them on the floor. A sly grin came across the doctor’s lips as the soldier slid The Man of Steel’s red trunks down his muscular thighs without much difficulty and threw them next to his footwear. Then the soldier ripped off the humiliated hero’s blue tights, exposing his now bare body to the cool laboratory air. His large round nipples began to harden almost instantly.

“Stop it, you fiend! Don’t do this to me!,” the buck-naked superhero yelled at the mad scientist in frustration. “I am warning you!” But the doctor just ignored Superman’s threats, since his captive was currently in no condition to do him any harm  

After the disgraced superhero was stripped of his once-proud costume, the doctor ordered his soldiers to unlock his handcuffs and leg shackles, then restrain him to the table. Sapped of not only his super-powers but also his super-strength, Superman was held firmly in place as first his waist, then his ankles and wrists were bound to the cold metal slab by manacles made of green kryptonite that Sklavnmeister had especially constructed just for his honored guest. The Man of Steel was now practically immobile and, like it or not, completely at the mercy of his captor.