She might’ve been asked a question, but Violet was given no time to answer, as a massive hand clasped around her head, and she was suddenly thrust forward.

Having the redhead’s crotch at her eyeline was bad enough, but things quickly got worse when it was wrapped around her face. With itchy hair poking her from about every angle, and searing heat emanating from within like a musky fireplace, she was powerless against her captor.

And from The Minimiser’s casual demeanour, moaning softly as she ground her pussy against Violet’s face, it wasn’t her first time doing this.

Struggling was useless. All she could do was push against endless thigh. Kicking made no difference either, and probably hurt her more than her target.

 And yet the computer behind her was whirring with excitement. Jingling noises were rattling almost constantly as various creeps watched, and she supposed this was her life for the next while, or at least until The Minimiser got bored.

At least she knew where she stood like this. Dangling and helpless as pubes scratched up her face like chicken wire, and various sticky juices oozed out, soaking the pair of them. 

Her arms fell limp. There was no point in fighting back, and she was a fool for believing she could bring the good out of The Minimiser.

But she was a villain, wasn’t she? Even if there was good in her, she had no reason to show it. Why release all her captives and become a model citizen when she could shrink and assault vulnerable kids, then sell them off to the highest bidder?

Something told Violet she wasn’t going to get that far. As bright pink pussy flesh swallowed more and more of her face, it was clear this wasn’t going to stop any time soon. So what was a girl to do?