Stand still in fear.

Your body paralyzes, and a cold sweat breaks out. The door swings open, her drunk wobbly eyes look at you with disdain. "The Fu'ck do you think you're doing little elf? Not only is your lot, a bunch of..." she stops herself a moment to burp very ostentatiously, then she continues her stride. "tree fuckers but now you are perving over my feet!? Well then Bitch," she kicks you to the ground, and then stomps on you, culminating with her feet poised to crush your throat.

For a moment you admire her muscles, the thick worked legs capable of crushing a hunk of iron between them. "Beg me. Bitch I said beg me to not crush your fucking throat!" She begins to apply pressure, and then uses your neck as a leverage point for some swift kicks to your balls. Unfortunately, your penis does show itself to harden slightly even amongst the fear and pain. Even worse, she notices and presses onto it with her foot till it collapses in a great flurry of pain.