" 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...
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