The Hutt's palace was full of terrible music, drunken scoundrels, and beautiful dancing slavegirls. A blue skinned Twi'lek was dancing in front of my table on a long gold chain that led back to the fat grubby hands of the disgusting slug, Jabba the Hutt. I was reluctant to return to the palace after my last mission went bad, I lost the Hutt's cargo and money but hoped I could weasel my way back into his good graces. I had met a young pantoran Jedi girl and made a plan with her to take down the gangster once and for all....either that or he will have a sexy new dancer that I can claim was a gift to him for ruining the smuggle effort. Win/win. As his attendant gave him news of my failed mission, his large eyes locked on me and squinted angrily. Before he could say anything a hooded character entered the room. The powerful Hutt called out to me in Huttese, however despite having worked with him and his kind for a long time I still didn't really understand what he was saying. Both gamoreans and hired guns of various races look at me right away, and begin to move towards me as the general rabble and non security employees/slaves scuttle away from you as fast as they can. Spears were shoved into my face from guards and blasters stood ready behind them. I slowly finished my drink, set down the glass, and raised my hands in a show of surrender. "I'm sorry, ummm...did I forget to pay my tab?"
 
 A large green hands grabbed my arms and another held me by the hair as I was dragged from my seat across the dirty floor. Now on my knees in front of the great slug, he begins accusing me of stealing his cargo and money, threatening immeasurable pain as punishment. Most of the words were gibberish to me, although Rancor and Sarlacc were two words I learned rather quickly over the years and I begin to panic a bit, begging for my life. The Twi'lek dancer removes my belt, taking away my weapons. The Hutt hears my pleas and smiles lecherously. I may be regretting begging for my life as he motions for his guards to take me somewhere, and meaty gamorean hands once again grab me roughly and begin dragging me away to the dungeon/slave processing. It seems wether I did steal his cargo and/or money or not, I was going to be paying him back in one way or another. At this point, as they’re dragging me through a doorway into a dark stairwell, I wonder where that damned Jedi went… had she double crossed me? Or was she just late?
 
 As I'm dragged away by the guards, the hooded figure blends into the crowd. She decides to wait and see what happens to me before she makes her move. I'm brought into a torture dungeon for slave processing, the gamoreans waste little time ripping my jacket and tight form fitting clothes off of me, using their only chance to do so, they get in a few gropes and squeezes on my ass and chest in the process. The first thing that happens is another slave girl latches a large gold ring around my neck, this collar will attach to a chain leash the Hutt will use to keep me in arms reach. After, still completely nude, I'm bent over a table and my hands are bound in place. The largest of the pig-like guards pushes the others aside and takes position behind me. Meaty hands grab my ass and a slimy tongue lubricates me for a moment, before he plunges his member into me. His thick meat stretched me painfully before my body adjusted and a filling pleasure followed, underlining my absolute disgust at being violated by such a creature. As he pumped away, another guard picked up a hot iron poker and pressed it into the side of my ass cheek, branding me with the symbol of the Hutt, showing his now ownership over me. I howled in pain as it sizzled against me. The Hutt watches my branding on a small screen in his throne set up, he enjoyed watching the failures and thieves like myself being processesed as new slaves. My face is pressed down into the table, drool coming from my mouth as my ass continues to be used. My now fully hard cock leaking a clear strand of 'drool' of it's own. Finally I feel the guard stop as his meat twitched inside me, filling my body before sliding out leaving a trail of white leaking out. My hands are freed from the shackles as I'm taken by a group of twi'leks to be bathed and fitted into my new clothing.
 
 Jabba noticed the cloaked figure who entered before and sent his protocol droid over to confront her. "I'm here to meet a friend, and then I would like an audience with your master, once he is done with his entertainment of course. I would not be so bold as to inturrupt such things." She tells the droid as she takes my former seat and motions for a drink from a server girl. Content with her answer, the droid returns to the Hutt, who is now watching me as my body is being scrubbed and felt up by the beautiful slave girls. The hutt laughs, nodding in her direction as he goes back to watching. She will be meeting her “friend” soon enough, when I am returned to the stage as the slave I am now. The padawan will in this time be served a drink, one a little stronger than she may have anticipated, as one of jabba’s informants sneaks over and whispers to him, informing him of her true purpose. After a few sips, she finds that her mind is starting to feel cloudy. She looks up at the crowd and feels like the room is starting to spin. She noticed that they were all looking in the same direction and groggaly followed their gaze. All eyes were in me, be led by chain and collar to the Hutt by one of the other slave girls. I felt so vulnerable walking in with all the hungry eyes focused on all the flesh on display. I was wearing a small metal bikini top and a long loincloth style skirt along with dangling gold anklets on each foot. My eyes stayed locked to the floor as my body burned in embarrassment.
 
 The hutt grabs and immediatly yanks the chain, pulling me into his slimy clutches. He immediatly forces me against his body as he lecherously licks my sheepish face, causing the room to laugh at the shameful display. Their attention and mine are only taken away from the abuse by the robed figure stumbling up before falling in the floor. She stumbles up again and draws her lightsaber before nearly falling backward and dropping it, watching as it slips through one of the holes in the floor. I watch in horror as the person who was supposed to rescue me drunkenly flails about yelling slurred threats about taking down the Hutt and his followers. A hefty laugh erupts from the slug. Jabba speaks in a booming voice, his protocol droid translates as he goes on. “The Great and Powerful Jabba is amused at your attempt of betrayal and subterfuge, he is always in search of novel ways to amuse himself. He is most grateful that you have provided him such. However, you are still an assassin, and for that you much be made an example of.” With the end of his speech Jabba punches the button, causing the grate to drop the drugged Jedi into the pit below, before sealing and moving Jabba, and by extension me, into prime viewing position. The would be hero exited the shoot they slid down and rolled across the dirt floor. Staggering to her feet, she threw off her black robes revealing a slightly uncharacteristic outfit for a Jedi. Much of her smooth blue skin was showing as she attempted to dress like she thought a femme fatale bountyhunter would. A fishnet bodysuit under a leather crop top and leather hot pants with thigh high black boots, it was impractical but sexy. Getting to her wobbly feet she looked up through the grates and saw Jabba and his crowd, including me, watching on in anticipation. She was about to yell threats to the Hutt about paying for this, but her words were cut off by the sounds of chains spinning and a massive door opening.
 
 The rancor roars in hunger and impatience as the portcullis rises slowly. It can smell the fresh meat, and knows it can't get at it until the giant slab of plasteel is mostly out of the way. The young jedi could see bones in various states of decay, from various humanoid species. A couple of jedi robes are in tatters laying in a few spots, it seems clear she is not the first jedi to find herself here, and the past ones certainly did not meet a pleasent fate. As the gate moves ever higher her vision moves down from the prying eyes above to the 2 huge eyes glowing in the darkness before her. A huge hand with long claws is seen breaking into the light, followed by more of the huge brown monstrosity as it spilled into the chamber with her. She stumbled a little backwards as it slowly moved toward her and roared. She looked around for a weapon to use or a place to hide, but there were neither, she would need her wits to get out of this one, and those had been all but disabled by the drugs in her drink. A large hand stopped at her, but she was able to dodge it, same with the next one. She wasn't at 100%, but the beast was slow and stupid giving her the slight edge. With the next dodge she landed wrong and ended up face down on the floor, something metal hitting her face. It was the lightsaber. Her eyes widened and she smiled briefly as she reached for it, then she flew away from it at rapid speed as the distraction have the rancor the upper hand. She beat her fists against the beats fingers as they gripped her body tightly, spinning her around to be face up again. She looked down at the gaping maw before her and then up at the voyeurs above.... and then directly at me. Ours eyes locked, hers screaming at me for help, mine sympathetic but also curious, my excitement for the situation hard to mask under the skimpy loincloth. The cavernous, toothed maw gapes beneath her. In her stupor she cant do much, but she juts her free arm out and attempts to force push the creature or herself away. She cannot properly concentrate, but the force push works a bit. She pushes herself back enough that her body is not in the maw when it chomps down, but the pushing arm is. She screams as the rancor annoyedly pulls her body away with the mouth still closed, easily ripping her arm from her shoulder. Even with the drugs she can feel this pain in all its glory. The rancor turns the arm over a few times in its mouth, atleast one snap can be heard before it swallows. Warm, purple blood spurts from her ruined shoulder, painting part of the large hand as she screams and cries, and the onlookers laugh at her attempt
 
 I close my eyes and try to look away, but the white clamy skinned hand of Bib grabs my head and chin forcing my vision down into the hole, he lands in and warns me of similar fates as her if I do not obey the mighty Hutt. I wat h in horror as the young jedi screams in anguish. She attempts to focus once again and pull her lightsaber to her and as it inches across the sand and the takes flight a little hope returns to her ever so briefly. The hope fades and she feels her lower half dampen quickly with saliva and the force of teeth clamping down into her body. The lightsaber flies past the rancor and his prey and bounces harmlessly off the wall. She sticks straight out of the beasts mouth, still having her hand outstretched and eyes wide in shock, then falls forward limply. The force of the bite didn't sever her, but it crushed her back and ruptured organs. With a few hard swallow her legs disappeared down its throat and her torso slid into its mouth, then her pink hair, then just 1 blue hand limply reaching for freedom before the final gulp. Cheers erupted from the onlookers. The Rancor's mouth slightly opens as the creature swallows one more time, and my one time compatriot, now packet of protein, slides down to her doom. The rancor's midsection doesnt even change, if we had not just watched her be consumed, one would not know that the jedi was now fighting for her life against the harsh acids of the desert carnivore. Inside, despite the rancor's size, the stomach is tight, and hreavily restricts her movement. She can feel her mashed up former arm pressing against her as the stomach walls begin kneeding her, and the acids beginning to be secreeted over her. The acids fill the tight churning chamber as the jedi whimpers in fear of what comes next. She tried to meditate but the pain of her missing arm and her crushed bone was too much. As survival instinct kicked in, she tried to focus her force abilities to keep from bleeding out, not realizing that this effort will prolong her suffering. I lay across the front of the mighty Hutt as the dancers resumed their entertainment and the poor girl below was forgotten as so much meat by everyone, except for me. The horrors of being digested alive playing through my head. The rancor just kind of wanders around in the arena, a sapient woman dying like an animal in it’s gut. The hutt laughs at my enraptured state, and presses a slimy hand against my bare ass. I rise to my knees and turn to face him, a long, thick greenish tongue runs across his lips and I try to pull away in disgust. In response he pulls me closer, scolds me in huttese, and then drags the vile thing across my stomach and face, tasting me. I try not to wretch, and try not to think about how wildly it turned me on for some reason.
 
 I can hear, through the horrid wrinkly skin and inches of fat, a grumbling. I wondered if his licks were simple lecherous and sexual, if I may find myself a meal for the slug… but no… he wasn’t able to eat anything bigger than those animals, right? I wondered to myself as Jabba grabs one of said frog things and absentmindedly tosses the wriggling thing past my face any into his maw, where he gulps it down easily and without even thinking. Watching him swallow the little animal while and alive, I gulp nervously and thought of the Jedi. In a break between songs I thought I heard a muffled scream of agony... maybe it was just my imagination. As the new song starts, he pushes me off the platform and the protocol Droid pipes up, "His mightyness wants you to dance for him and his friends." Nervously I start to say my arms and gyrate my hips to the sounds. The Hutt smiled wide and nodded along. I tried to be as sexy and seductive as I could be, and this would have been easier if I could actually dance. Jabba’s compatiots laugh at the erection under my skirt. Jabba nods, clearly amused as well as he stuffs another wriggling creature in his maw.I think I can hear crying below as the pantoran teen, the upstart Jedi, was being churned into a meaty ball of flesh inside the giant predator still wandering around below. As I dance I can't help but steal glances down at the holes in the floor, seeing the beast pacing back and forth. It would let out little belches and satisfied grunts. My attention would quickly refocus to my new master but I couldn't put the fate of my would-be hero out of mind. Inside the flesh prison, the jedi clung to life, her head and shoulders the only things not submerged in the mostly full sack of acids and enzymes, her blue skin was sizzling away more and more as the muscles massaged her flesh and attempted to crush her down further. After another of many moments of distraction, Jabba quickly realizes that I am familiar with the would be assassin and whispers something to his droid, who approaches me on the floor. It discreetly asks me, "His greatness wonders if you wish to join your former associates fate? You seem quite enamored by the beast below."
 
 "N-no, no sir. No master, I've just, never seen such a thing live, it's replaying in my head. I'm sorry. I didn't know who that was, some sort of jedi I presume, I-" If the Droid could it would have rolled its eyes at my obvious lies. "Very well, then maybe focus on the task at hand, if not I may have to suggest a trip to the Sarlacc with you. Digested, alive....1000 years......understood?"
 
 Jabba chuckles at the droid's threat. He directs one of his other slaves to go obtain something. He watches me, clearly arroused, as he tends to be with such dancers. A while later the twi'lek slave returns with a small box. Jabba opens it, smiles, and hands it back, motioning to me. The slave approaches and asks me to stop dancing. She kneels and opens the box, revealing a small, metal cage. She looks up and says "Almighty Jabba has asked I fit this to you, please hold still a moment". She puts the box on the ground, takes out the cage and without any further asking, she begins to go about putting it on, something rather uncomfortable considering my erection. The slave girl gets frustrated at the inability to fit the device in a throbbing erection so she wraps her lips around my cock and starts milking it like a vacuum, I could tell she was well practiced. My face turns red and my eyes roll back, it doesn't take long before I gush a river into her mouth. She leans back, smiles up at me and swallows. My member already was deflating, allowing her to snap the device on me and lock it with little resistance. She stands and walks back to Jabba, handing him the key..... which he immediately throws down one of the grate holes into the rancor pit. I stand there in disbelief, there's only one way to get it back....
 
 Jabba, and soon after everyone watching, laughs uproriously, before jabba yells at me angrily, the protocol droid commanding me to continue dancing. As the post orgasm haze fades, I begin shaking my hips and dancing around again. A little awkwardly at first because I had to get used to my new situation, having this hard metal cage bouncing around between my thighs, bit I soon got used to it and the guys and girls around me were whooping and cheering, enjoying the sight of my ass legs flexing and moving, my hips and stomach wriggling seductively. Jabba began to lick his lips again. He reached for another froglike creature and then hesitated because the song stopped right about the time a final defiant, painful scream came from the arena below....followed by silence. The poor young jedi was no more, crushed and mostly dissolved in the guts of the brutal beast. The crowd cheers at the sound of the young woman being reduced to a meatball in the rancor's guts. After a bit though jabba commands the music to begin again, and motions me to go back to what you were doing. A few onlookers laugh as they notice the drool dripping between my legs as I think about the jedi.
 
 As the night rolls on, my body is now glistening with sweat, my legs aching from the constant motion of dance to entertain the scoundrels and villains that fill out Jabba's entourage. Some bought me drinks, some got handsy, some had me grind on the bulges in their laps, I was reduced to a spectacle with no humanity left. My poor little cock was being tortured in it's cage, straining and wanting to break free, drooling from the excitement of the early night feeding and the abundant attention I was receiving. I began to show fatigue and my dancing vigor slowed when suddenly my chain was jerked and I stumbled up to Jabba, face to face. He placed a meaty hand on my ass cheek and ran his tongue once again across my salty, slick skin. I notice the others were being served food, my eyes caught the Hutt's snack bowl and noticed it was empty. Jabba chuckles and almost whispers something to me, the protocol droid leans in and almost hushed, says “The great Jabba has finished his appetizer, and now he does not wish to go hungry while his court feasts.”
 
 Jabba squeezes my ass cheek and my cage twitches as my mind ponders what this means for me. "Should I go prepare him a meal? What does he enjoy?" I ask the droid who simply responds, ".....You'll do nicely." " Wait, wha-" The hutt's tongue wrapped around my neck and jerked me forward into his maw. My shocked face disappearing between his massive lips, now covered in saliva. I slap and punch at his face and body as I can, but it doesn't affect the slug in the slightest. The room sees me bent forward with my head now fully taken into his maw and they let out a cheer. Jabba’s icky, slimy tongue runs over my body as a slave comes forwards and unclasps my metal garments, except for the cage on my cock. His mouth and saliva is an uncomfortable temperature, he’s not warm blooded, but not exactly cold. The feeling is particularly upsetting. The amount and viscosity of the saliva makes it hard to breath without feeling waterboarded inside his maw. The flesh is cool and soft, it reminds me of the various cheap canned meats that is have to chow on while traveling from job to job for days at a time in my ship. The smell is indescribable, unwashed death and seafood. I'm trying to plant my hands on the hutts slimy body but can't get a grip to try to push myself out of the mouth. To my horror, he swallows and my shoulders join my head in his disgusting maw. He throws his head back, as if to laugh. At the same time he lifts his tongue and opens his lips, tossing me up and in. My arms are pinned to my side and I'm pulled in up to my tummy. My legs, toned ass and little caged cock are left outside, wiggling and thrashing as I search for any purchase on the giant kingpin
 
 Tight muscles press into my face, neck, and upper chest as I enter the throat, each swallow a powerful sensation pulling me further inside. A long clear trail drips down from my jiggling cage as I struggle in vain, lips holding my torso firmly in place. His hands grasp my thighs and play with my ass a little, much to the delight of the captivated audience. I can feel his tongue eagerly exploring and tasting my toned, sweat marinated body. Clearly this had been my fate since I failed him, I just hadn't known it. If I had just not made that one mistake, maybe the jedi would be here, and I would be in the crowd watching...
 
 I can hear the soft rhythmic thumping of the Hutts heart coming from somewhere just preside of where my head currently was jammed in the fleshy tube of his throat. My chest and shoulders were wracked with a crushing pain everytime the powerful muscles around me undulated in the process of dragging me further down into the mobsters gullet. My bones creaked and popped and my breath caught in my throat, starining to pass through. Another series of sounds appeared to me, groaning and gurgling of a ready to be filled stomach anticipating it's meal. My mind raced back to the jedi's screams. I teared up. However, my body was not agreeing with my minds assessment of the situation. My hips bucked and flesh tingled as the huge wet tongue tasted every inch of me. A globe of white dripped down from my twitching cage before it disappeared behind the slimy appendage. He shot his tongue out straight and wrapped it up around mu crotch and ass, pulling me forward with another mighty swallow.
 
 The mighty jabba suddenly swallows again, and because of my position, I basically fall into his greedy maw, pulled by strong muscles and gravity, he doesnt have to work for it by the time my feet pass his lips, and I am sealed inside the disgusting slug entirely. I'm pulled by crushing muscles down, down past a tight sphincter into his stomach. Somehow it smells worse than the rest of his body, strong, carnivorious acids are already half filling the chamber, I am covered entirely as I'm forced in then curled up. On the outside one couldn't tell at all that a human being has been reduced to a meal within.
 
 Without any kind of clothing to protect my flesh, my body begins to immediately tingle all over after being saturated with corrosive fluids. Unlucky for me, I managed to be curled up onto my back so my face was just above the caustic juices working quickly away at my submerged ass and groin. Tears stream down my face as I lay there in disbelief. How could my plans go so wrong, the jedi was supposed to be here, or Jabba was supposed to be dead, I was supposed to walk away and start a new life....this isn't fair! Now I was just another piece of meat for entertainment and then nourishment for the greatest lowlife in the galaxy. My body is sore from the endless dancing, then crushing force of the throat, and now from the squeezing force of the stomach walls massaging more acids and enzymes into my skin. The overwhelming sensations, both mental and physical drive me to orgasm. My enslaved member strains against its little metal prison as ropes of cum pitifully squirt out into the digestive soup. My body shudders as the acid level continues to rise, now submerging all but my legs which are pulled up to my chest, and my face. I cry out as the juices around my ass begin to increase in their burning sensations, attacking my most sensitive areas. Jabba lets out a belch, and I can hear the muffled chears of the crowd upon his meal being finished. The world outside goes back to normal, I am all but forgotten. But within the slug I'm fighting for my life, as the acids burn I can feel the walls rubbing and pressing in on me moving and beating the bone remains of the little fish snacks, now repurposed into a digestive aide that beats and gouges at my flesh. Patches of exposed muscle and fat appear across my thighs, back, and sides. Tiny bones scrape and stab into me taking newly softened chunks out of my ass and sides. The roof of the stomach presses down squishing my legs down until I hear an audible 'Crack'. My shins snap under the pressure and my knees sperate inside. I let out a blood curdling scream. This was met by a deep laugh from my predatory tormentor. I hyperventilate as the pain isn't allowed to subside, just continues to build and build as more of my body separates into nutritional mush to be absorbed by the fat slugs body.
 
 His stomach well and truly sees me, an accomplished smuggler, a person, as just a pack of meat, and frankly, that is all I am now. It continues packing in on me, breaking me down into a conscious ball of flesh in his gut, simply waiting in pain until his gut finally puts me out of me misery. I lay there crying in agony, wondering why I hadn't at the very least passed out from the unbelievable pain, little did I know that there was a good reason for that. Before I was swallowed whole, Jabba's protocol Droid handed me a drink, a drink that was drugged with adrenaline to keep me awake and focused throughout the process of being digested alive. Jabba was several steps ahead of me the entire time, plotting this fate for me long before my ship touched down in his docking bay. The stomach lining continued massaging into my shattered bones and my flesh continues to sizzle and separate and I felt every agonizing bit of it. The only respite I had was that some parts of my lower body went numb as my nerve endings burned away.
 
 I can feel as my legs and hips shatter before it all goes numb, my arms are still mostly whole, but they are stuck against me in an odd angle. I can feel all the meat and bone mashed into the lower part of where my torso should be, basically just a head and shoulders discernable on top of a pile of ruined flesh as it continues pressing in. Mercifully my consciousness begins to fade from the loss of blood and the pressure of the squeezing walls making it nearly impossible to breath. Before I fade completely I notice something metal brush my cheek....the cage that was so humiliatingly slapped on me was now floating empty at the top of the pool of acid. With another sickening crunch, my life fades out, now nothing more than a ball of gnashed up flesh to be digested down and power the evil mobster for another day.
 
 Jabba let’s out a slight belch, an unceremonious period to my life’s sentance. The party continues without any further thought of me as a person, and the final impact I make on anyone is the feeling Jabba feels when he releases my remains later that night. The Hutt ordered a gamorean to sift through the macabre pile and find his treasures, then slithered off to his throne room. The pigman sighed and got to work. A few days pass and my ship had been sold off to a no questions asked scrapper that Jabba trusted to make sure no one would see it again. The cage had been retrieved, cleaned, and prepped for the next slave fem that Jabba fancied. The other treasure was brought out to the mobster, a staff with a cleaned and polished white skull fixed to the top of it. Jabba took the staff and admired it, remembering the delicious salty flavor of my soft flesh. Suddenly his nostalgia is broken by a throat clear. He looks up at a beautiful curvaceous blonde with piercing eyes, her pale skin clad in tight leather pants and a leather crop top. The bounty hunter, Blixx....my sister, had come looking for me. Jabba smiled at her, the protocol Droid piping up, "Of course we've seen her, his mightyness would be happy to show you her exact whereabouts, please step forward....."