Prolonged , squashing him.

" Vell!" She asks softly, " vat iss your choice, little man?"  " Oh, please.. please..." He sputters, in terror,  " Verry whell!!  As you vish... i SHALL!" With a wicked grin, she pretends to misunderstand his pleas. " Oh, no! NO! No!Please, Mistress, I beg you, please don't!"   Helga frowns in mock bewilderment, " Pliss don't? Pliss don't vat? ' she asks.  " Please don't, please don't... " he babbles.  " Pliss don't VAT?" she bellows at him, pressing down a little more, " Please don't ..don't crush me"He begs in a whisper.
    Helga grins with delight, she loves this part, he is well and truly broken...