[EPILOGUE: "PRETTY LITTLE DOLL"]

"She's a pretty little doll. Unbroken but very weak. I fought her myself and she didn't even last a minute... yes, and it can be all yours for... one box of condoms, two rolls of toilet paper and... that half-empty pack of AA batteries." That's Smotherella's closing to her sales pitch for you.

An older woman holds your face in her wrinkled, worn hands. "Oh, she is a pretty thing..." She licks her lips and you see a devilish grin appear on her face. "It's a deal."

The older woman loads you in her cart wrapped up like a rug and bound from head to toe. After nearly a day and a half of riding in the back of her buggy, you're taken into your new home. You've been purchased by what appears to be a lonely cougar living in a shack in the middle of the wasteland. The first thing she does is throw you onto the bed as she slowly undresses over you. You writhe in your bindings to no avail. It's completely hopeless.

You close your eyes and wait for this new nightmare to end, but it never will. The woman sits on your face, pulling your head into her crotch by your hair. Eventually, you relent and begin licking in circular motions around her clit, tears in your eyes as you make her moan over and over. Finally, when she cums on your face and in your mouth and hair, you accept your fate.

As a gladiatrix, you were an utter failure. But as a human sex toy, you make an old woman very happy.