No, please! Not like this!

Lip trembling, you give in to fear and drop the tough act. You wanted fame and money and a place of relative safety in the wasteland... but you never thought signing up as a gladiatrix would end up like this. As Dirty Dakota's dirty soles touch your face, you shudder and gag.

"Gugk... N-no, no please! Not like this!"

Dakota just laughs as she presses her feet flat against your face, covering your head completely and cutting off your oxygen completely. You continue to beg, plead, gag and cry as she cruelly pushes them deeper, flattening your nose and smearing the dirt and sweat into your mouth and nostrils.

Not like this...

Leaning back and crushing your abdomen with her ass, she stretches her legs as far as they can go and forces you to inhale nothing but the rank odor of her dirty feet. You're about to die one of the most humiliating deaths possible in the arena, and Dakota intends to drag it out and make it as agonizing as possible.

"LOSER!" she taunts while making an 'L' with one hand over your forehead as your eyes start to roll back, your body goes numb and the world goes dark.

The last thing you hear is her laughing along with the entire crowd in the arena. The last thing you see, hear, smell or taste is Dakota's feet.