Mark groggily woke up to find himself tied to a chair, one of the Cheersquad staring right at him. His helmet had been removed, but not his cape, gauntlets and armor. As he looked around, he found himself to be in a basement somewhere. It wasn't Drea's place, it was far too organized. The walls were lined with posters of Cheersquad's numerous schemes and plots, as well as all kinds of weapons, gear and equipment to presumably use in case of emergencies.
"Early bird catches the worm." the clone smiled.
Three more squad members walked down the basement stairs to meet an awakened Mark. "It's 3am, you woke up sooner than expected." clarified the one in the front.
"So, you're really serious about this whole villainy thing, huh?" you question.
"Of course." the replicant in the back replied. "Why should we feel bad about stealing? So much has been taken from us, we're just balancing the scales."
Drea wasn't wrong. She'd lost multiple family members and friends to violent tragedies, not to mention numerous opportunities to bad fate.
"You make a fair point," Mark admitted. "But I can't just let you hurt and steal from people just cause I get where you're coming from."
All the Cheersquad laughed simultaneously. Mark blushed deeply, his rosy cheeks no longer obstructed by his helmet.
"The way we see it, we can do whatever we want." assured the middle Cheersquad member. "You're welcome to try and stop us, but good luck using your powers with your arms and hands restrained."
Mark sighed deeply, his head laid back in embarrassment and exhaustion at his current predicament.
"Okay, so you have me in your lair, what're you gonna do with me?"
The Cheersquad leader (Presumably the original Drea) gave Mark a seductive, alluring look as she slowly walked up to him, kneeling down to eye level. She moves her lips directly next to Mark's ear.
"We're gonna do what I wanna do." she whispered. "And what I know you've been craving for a long time. So play along and I'll make sure we both have fun."
She nibbled Mark's ear and stands up, her massive, round bubble butt directly his face, bending over with hands at her sides. Before he could ask what she was doing, she ripped a massive fart right in his nose and mouth.
PFRRAAAAAAARP
It smelled like a rotting, festering Hell, but it was absolutely alluring and intoxicating all the same. Mark tried to feign revulsion and hide his interest, but he found himself unable to act against impulse. Instead, he dug his nose deeper between her supple, round ass cheeks held tight against those short shorts, inhaling deeply, earning an audible gasp from the Cheersquad leader.
Mark quickly pulled his nose out from her ass, trying to play it off as some kind of accident, ashamed beyond words. All the Cheersquad members saw right past his facade, however, shining a sinister smile in his direction.
"I hope you know that we've all got terrible gas tonight, Mark." the Cheersquad leader told him with an evil laugh. "All 35 of us. And you're gonna help every one of us deal with it."
How would Cheersquad handle this?
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