In The Belly of the Beast

Leia was alive. Uncomfortable, but alive.

The beast's tongue dragged her down his gullet. She fell far enough down to limit most hope of climbing back up. The strange internal guts of the create contracted around her, entrapping her in a disgusting prison of flesh. Everything was shrouded in darkness. No light pierced this far into the monster's belly. All she could so was wait, cramped and covered with an ever thicker layer of slime.

What seemed like hours passed. Time enough for her to consider her predicament. She wasn't dead. She wasn't in horrible pain. All of the facts that had made execution implausible were still true. There was a good chance that whatever this creature was, she was not fed to it to kill her. That was a cold comfort. That slug Jabba could hardly be planning anything good.

The fluids around her grew thicker. It was now pooling around over her entire lower torso, covering the remainder of her body. A lake of mucus. The disguise she wore started to vanish into the muck. Her skin felt more and more exposed by the moment. But, it was not burning her. If it was an acid, then it was not a lethal one. The seconds passed away. Before long she was naked from head to toe.

Then the contractions started. She was sucked from this mucus chamber deeper into the monster. She fell, landing on a pile of living tissue. She rose to her feet. There remained no light, but the chamber she was in now was far larger. Large enough to hold at least several living bodies. How large was this creature exactly?

It was then that she first felt something brushing against her. Some kind of fleshy appendage. It must have been flailing around, probing for whatever it had just arrived. Leia stiffened herself. Whatever was about to happen to her couldn't be good. Another appendage made contact with her around her neck, and as opposed to retreating, it started to wrap around her throat.

She gripped the tentacle with both arms, trying to pry it lose. However, the grip was too tight. The one small mercy was that it did not appear to squeeze hard enough to **** her. That was a small comfort, considering what happened next. She felt a gentle prodding on her lips. Leia swore internally and sealed her jaw. But, again her strength proved useless. The appendage **** itself into her mouth, forcing her to suck and gag on it's disgusting mass. It tasted of seafood that had been left in the sun too long. Leia gagged forcefully, but she could not dislodge it. It was deep in her throat, and based on her strange increasingly bloated feeling, it must have been feeding her something.

Leia's eyes fluttered. It was hard to stay focused.