Darkness falls as her hand wraps around you. It's soft and warm, but you desperately struggle to no avail. You feel yourself being lifted up quickly; suddenly, the hand releases you but you find yourself tossed in a dark, wet, and smelly cave. The floor beneath you trembles and lurches. It suddenly pulls up, sliding out from under you, then pins you beneath its slimy girth. You scream, near-drowning in the sticky, smelly fluid, but are suddenly tossed about, flattened against the roof of the cave. The monster slowly grinds past you, then coils around you, tossing you to the side.
You fall into an undulating crevice, half-filled with the viscous liquid. It slowly churns you, but is somewhat soft and yielding. Without warning, the cave seems to open up! The sac that holds you tightens as light pours in. A booming sound overwhelms your already-taxed senses.
"Haha! Nicky, if I knew you were such a tasty treat, I would've shrunk you down sooner!"
Your stomach drops...she's sucking on you like a hard candy! The tongue, as you now recognize it, wedges itself beneath you and plucks you up, grinding and sliding against you again. A slow "mmmmmm..." rumbles up from her throat as she savors you.
You feel yourself being pushed onto a hard surface. As you are flattened out along it, you notice others, as if you're on a row of them. You writhe and thrash, trying to escape, but the tongue holds you fast. In the dark, a ceiling comes down on you, pinning you between two rocks. You can't move, but you are unharmed. You try to wiggle loose, but they are immovable. Angela's lips part and her mouth lights up again. You look out into the world to see yourself in a mirror...pinned between Angela's molars!!!
You fight with every ounce of strength, but you are powerless. The lips seal again and you find yourself tossed back into her mouth. You nearly feel fortunate after what would've been a violent death. She continues playing with you; her tongue forces you forward, past her lips, which tightly grip you. You find yourself on the outside, finally breathing fresh air.
Restrained by her lips, you really only have a view, staring up her nostrils. Her breath washes over you rhythmically; her lips tighten and release as her tongue laps at your lower section. For a brief second, you entertain the thought that this isn't actually so bad...at least it's better than being ground up by her teeth.
Angela grins, then slurps you back into her mouth.
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