Opening crawl:

In a galaxy held under the boot of the tyrannical empire, the crime lords of the out rim have found great wealth in the black market, everything from weapons, valuable items, drugs and even slaves.

On such slave is owned by the hutt crime lord jabba. Unfortunately for him his recent bid for freedom has led to a fate worse than slavery.

I look out at the empty sand dunes and the clear blue sky, the only thing breaking apart the continuous blue are the twin suns burning down mercilessly onto the barron world, the brewze from the moving skiff hits my almost naked body and blows the thins strips of fabric that barely cover my crotch and ass. I guard pushes my forwards towards a gap in the railings as the skiff barge comes to a stop. Looking down at the giant pit lined with endless rows of teeth I can't help but think back to how I got here.

Years ago I was young and stupid and got into trouble with the empire and tried to have myself smuggled off world but the smugglers who I hired turned out to be slavers and I found myself locked in a cell on board their ship. I got away from the empire but the situation I found myself in wasn't any better. I was brought to this backwater planet and sold to a slimy hutt named jabba, a huge, fat, greedy, smelly, slug like crime lord. On my first day I saw him feed a slave dancer to his pet rancor, he watched with joy and laughed at her screams of terror and pain. The experience sent shivers down my spine and quickly taught me not to cause trouble. Having little use for male slaves I'm normally kept locked in a cell, only brought out for specific clients and also used by the gamorrean guards, disgusting pig like beings, not very bright but very horny, I get visited a lot.

One day a smuggler who had double crossed jabba was captured and placed in the cells near mine and was sentenced to be thrown into the sarlacc, I'd only heard rumours about it from other slaves but apparently it's a fate worse than death. It slowly digests you over a thousand years and you're alive for all of it. The smuggler begged me for help and agreed to take me with him if I help him escape, only as we reached the getaway speeder the nerf herder left me behind. As I had helped him escape I'm now to be punished in the same manner.

I gulp as I see tentacles rise up as if the creature senses prey nearby and is trying to ensnare it. A platform slides out like the plank on old sailing ships and I'm forced onto it, unable to fight back with my hands bound in front of me I step onto the narrow platform, my legs wobbling and shaking as I do, the nightmare below opening to consume me. I hear jabba make some grand speech about my crimes of wanting freedom and I'm commanded to jump into the sarlacc pit. My legs stiffen and refuse to move as I stare down at horrifying monster beneath me. I hear jabba's annoyed yelling and feel a push from behind as the floor suddenly disappears from beneath me and the large open mew of the sarlacc grows closer.

With some luck I land in the sand close to the pit. Panicking I frantically try to climb up the steep sandy slope, my bound hands making it hard as the sand falls away beneath my feet. I cry in terror as a slimy tentacle wraps around my ankle and pulls me towards my gruesome fate, my bond hands clawing at the sand hoping to find something to grip on to as I'm dragged down into the fleshy hell below. Reaching the edge of the fleshy pit the tentacle let's go and I roll helplessly down into the waiting jaws of my eternal prison l. As I fall into darkness with a terrified scream the last noise from above the sands I hear is the deep bellowing laugh of jabba, before the jaws of the sarlacc slam shut and leaves me in darkness.

I land hard in a squishy surface covered in a burning pool of acid, my skin immediately burning and stinging with pain on contact. Out of the darkness several flashy vines wrap around my limbs and pull me into a wall, I scream as what feels like thousands of tiny needles stab into my back and my vains feel like they're on fire, forever fusing me to the gross fleshy wall, one that reminds me of the one horrible time I was chained to jabba's throne and had to lay against his body as he played host to a guest who took delight in using male slaves. Suddenly I feel a think tentacle slowly slide up the inside of my leg and across my ass cheek. I cry out and pull on my fleshy restraints as it forces its way into my ass, stretching it out painfully, my agony only made worse by the acidic air burning my lungs and mouth with every breath as I cry out in pain as the intruder continues to force itself deeper inside. I rest and breathe heavily as it finally stops, my ass now ripped open by the now 6 inch thick tentacle. I feel it pulsate, filling my insides with burning stomach acid, and move slightly in and out causing me to moan and my cock to harden, as it moves my breathing quickens, causing my lungs to feel on fire, as my body is wracked with a strange mixture of pain and pleasure, I quickly cum, my load landing in the pool of acid below and immediately boiling away, only to be aroused almost immediately by the never ceasing motion of the tentacle, cumming over and over as the acid and digestive juices slowly and painfully eat away at me, both inside and out.

Epilogue:

I moan in painful agonising orgasmic bliss as I cum once again. I have no idea how long I've been down here, my mind a constant swirling mixture of agony and pleasure, as I'm slowly digested but continuously brought to orgasm over and over again, somewhere along the way my mind started associating the pain with pleasure and I crave it now.

My body is now mostly buried in the flesh of the sarlacc, only my face, genitals and bloated stomach, filled with digestive juices, remain visible, the rest is either trapped under a layer of flesh or eaten, all of my muscles are gone and my bones are fraile and painfully ache, my skin is thin and smooth, constantly feeling on fire and my nails and hair no longer exist. My eyes are glassy, misty and no longer work and my mouth hangs in a toothless drooling grin as I'm brought to yet another orgasm, by the tentacle or pain, I no longer know or care. My moans echo through the fleshy, damp, acidic chamber is I continue to enjoy my slow and painful digestion.