Not A Toy 079

Maisie's adrenaline forced her through her injuries.

She was sure to have a couple of bruises from this afternoon's insane events - from falling from a doorknob, to tumbling off a plastic crate, to being dropped in a handbag to now; feeling demeaned as she fell across a stranger's lap only to land between their gigantic thighs. 

Yet for all that, the brunette had no time to lament. In an instant she weighed her options; staying put just invited further degradation, and trying to talk to this stranger was clearly useless. Maisie recounted her whirlwind of a journey through the car, racking her brain for any sight of the device. Earlier she had been petrified at the mere idea of touching that thing again, but desperation had renewed her courage, and she was eager to try her luck rather than be at the mercy of this woman. 

Maisie had to move. She barely acknowledged the clearly frustrated tone of who had essentially become her and Jenna's captor. Perhaps the device had made its way under the seat, or somewhere accessible to the graduate. Surely luck had to end up tipping towards the tiny women at some point. Maisie took a breath and sprinted for the edge of the seat, her shoes pressing only slightly into the leather as she ran.

Sophie risked a glance downwards as she manoeuvred the phone in her hand. "Where are you going?!" The scientist nearly groaned at the absurdity of it all. Just what did the twenty-something think she was going to achieve? Worse yet, if Sophie's car was in an accident the shrunken women was not at all secured -she'd simply soar from the impact. 

As Maisie's legs took her as fast as she could, she looked upward at the redhead's question and the younger woman couldn't help but feel somewhat infantilized by the scolding tone. 

'Just ignore her! You're nearly there!' Came the voice in Maisie's mind. Just a few more steps! 

Sophie didn't have a free hand to retrieve the panicking woman, and opted for the only solution she had. Her tight-clad thighs crawled along the leather, in what was a simple movement all things considered. To the tiny woman though, that simple movement was terrifying. She gasped as the 'walls' around her seemed to cave in, rushing to engulf her. In a moment her path had become obstructed, and in fruitless defiance her tiny hands shot out to halt the stranger's action. Her tiny palms pressing against the woman's thighs with all the might she could muster.

And for all her determination, it availed her nothing.

As the woman's legs pressed together, Maisie felt her form utterly ensnared. She was twisted by the imprisonment, and felt waves of body heat spill over her as she was pinned in place. Maisie squirmed, wriggled, struggled - trying to budge free! Her hands pressed against the woman's legs to lift herself free but no matter how Maisie applied her meagre strength, she couldn't break out! After the initial shock, humiliation spilled over her as she realized how pathetic this was. In what was her natural response, she fought against that rising shame, trying to drown it with anger.

"Hey! Let! Me! Go! Fucking hell!" Maisie roared, exasperated.

The tiny graduate balled her fists and slammed them against the woman's thighs, her skin barely deflating against the strength of her blows. Maisie had to ignore how petulant this act of defiance felt, but given how she had been restrained, she saw no other option.

Sophie rolled her eyes as she felt tiny fists thud against her legs, her thighs firmly in place as Maisie squirmed and struggled. The tiny woman's voice drifted up to her ears as the redhead finally pressed the answer button on her phone.

"Hello?!" Sophie said, it sounded more like an accusation than a friendly question.

On the other end of the phone, there was silence for a moment before a hushed voice spoke.

"Sophie. Its me. What did you do?"