Mary Beth is coated and filled with  slime, even as the phallic tentacle pulls from her face she can feel it sliding down her throat and as it slides from her face another load is spewed onto her.<br/><br/>She can feel similar happening to her now loosened ass, that feeling of withdrawal followed by a rush of slime coating her body with a warm wet sloshing.<br/><br/>She coughs a little, slime drooling from her mouth, and squeaks softly as she feels herself again being drawn down, down into that mass of tentacles.  Her eyes grow wide as they now begin to wrap around her neck and head.<br/><br/>Her eyes tear up again, but she is no longer able to sob.  Her mind has been broken like the rest of her, and all she can do is wait for whatever to happen to happen to her, lacking even the will to fight anymore.