Mary Beth halfway comes to within that tight cramped space, lips above her tongue below, trapped in a mouth all around her that seems intent on testing what little sanity she has left, she can feel herself rolled up and down, tasted, taunted by the tongue, and drawn all about.<br/><br/>She flails about with her body, freed of the tentacles, bringing her fists down on that muscular tongue as she again tries to win her freedom.<br/><br/>The mouth does not give her a lot of room to move though and she is just one young girl against all this.  Her fight will be over quickly.