Try to run

"No way am i cleaning this bitch's asshole" you think to yourself. "She's at a disadvantage being naked and all, she can't chase me out the alleyway". Looking down at your feet, preparing yourself Poppy speaks "well? my ass is itching to have a tongue deep inside it, i'm getting hard again just thinking about it" Poppy then begins to fondle her golf size balls "don't worry after i'll deposit all this pent up spunk into your stomach, you'll like that wont you, sissy bitch" grasping at her balls she cups them in her hand and flaunts them off to you. They look swelled up with cum, and for a moment you think it would all be worth it, but no, you have some dignity and your not cleaning this dirty, rugged thieve's ass. A passing seagull squeaks from above and you make your move.

You dash quickly towards the way you came into the alley, head up, you think you've pulled a fast one where your so focused on whats ahead of you. Unknowingly Poppy is right behind and kicks your legs from under yourself "little fucker, you didn't think i would notice? I've been on the streets forever, i've gotten pretty good and reading people. Another plus from the Devil Fruit was its made me quite athletic, I could probably out run any one of the Straw Hats" she jokes to herself. "No, please. I don't want too, I beg" pleading with tears in your eyes. With each leg by your side Poppy towers over you "Oh no your not going to, i gave you a chance and you fucked it up. Time to get what you deserve" Poppy sighs "Im not really the merciful type after everything i've been through". Poppy grabs your leg and drags you back deeper into the secluded alleyway.

The light gets darker as your dragged back into the grimy alleyway. Your dragged through trash and water as you reach the wooden box where earlier you was enjoying having Poppy's sweaty feet dominate your face. Poppy lets go of your leg and you scurry to the wall opposite her, sitting up you watch her every move, scared. She pulls her shorts up and clips the button in after rearranging the softening length "didn't even get to finish" she says throwing her cloak over herself. "W-what are you gonna d-do?" you manage to say, she looks down at you with her hands on her hips, hood down she flicks her dirty blonde hair behind her ears, "the same thing what happens to everyone who tries to play me". Looking up in awe of this towering figure you wait for her next words, but they don't come. So focused on her mouth you don't see her right leg swing around as her boot clad foot smashes into your face "AH! FUCK" you squeal, the powerful kick has sent your brain spinning as you lie on the floor "weaker than i thought, better take my boots off I don't want to get blood on these" pulling off her boots you can see the size 10 foot hovering high above your head, "I don't think your going to enjoy having my feet on your face this time, prick". Poppy begins to smash her feet against your head with the same **** as the previous kick, she was right, this is the opposite of enjoyable. Losing count of how many times she's stomped on your head, your vision goes black. You can only hear the sounds of her soles slapping your face before the sound of your head rebounding of the ground over takes it.

It stops, at least you think. You don't know what to think. "Smashed like a pumpkin, fuck, look all this blood. Gimmie your shirt i need to clean my feet" Poppy says out of breath, clearing talking to herself she whistles a sweet tune to herself as you feel her pulling at your shirt wiping your blood off her powerful feet. You can hear fidgeting around and assume the onslaught is over "Mh, if you can still hear me boy i better not see you around again, and if your dead...well i'll see you in hell, pervert" Poppy whispers in your ear. Her footsteps echo in the distance as your brain struggles to make sense of whats happening, slowly less and less activity flows around your brain and you begin to lose conscious, only to never awake.