Beast's Female Feast

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Beast was hungry, very hungry.  And the DJ robot had his eye on one specimen in particular. . .
She was wearing a dress.  It was a tie-front cutout dress, a neon neko one to be precise, with a midriff on top and a skirt on the bottom.  And she looked absolutely delicious.
Beast smiled and walked up to the woman.  “Hey there,” he said, putting on his sexiest voice.  “You’re cute.  I was wondering if you wanted to have a private dance with me at the DJ booth?  We can play some music, have some fun.  If you’re up for it~.”
Clara turned to the robot with a inquisitive frown.  He had been DJing the place all night, giving music to this party.  But she got an uneasy vibe from him, a weird feeling. . . So she decided to turn him down.
“Um, thanks, but it’s ok,” she said shyly.  “I’m fine right here.  It’s ok.  But thank you!”
A twitch of anger almost broke Beast’s smile, but he managed to say, “No worries, darling.  But I’m going to convince you.  Just you wait!”
“Um, ok?” she said, as he walked back to the booth.
The night went on, Beast played his music . . . and then he tried again.
“Liking the party?” he asked Clara with a smile.
“Yeah, it’s nice,” she replied, taking a sip of her drink.
“You know, I bet we could really party it up,” he said, bending down and putting a soft hand on her cheek.  “You and me, together.  What do you say?”
Clara gently removed his hand.  “That’s fine and all, but I’m alright where I am.  But like I said, I appreciate it.”
Beast just managed to smile.  “It’s alright.  Perhaps another time?”
“Perhaps,” she lied.
The robot walked back to his DJ booth and continued to party it up.  But he kept an eye on Clara, waiting for her to separate from the rest of the party to he could grab her.  Come on, come on. . .
Ah!  Clara stepped out of the club for a cigarette break, in the little smoking area outside the club.  That’s when Beast got his opportunity.
She walked outside and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it and bringing it to her lips.  She didn’t notice Beast step out of the back door nearby, didn’t see him creeping up to her—until it was too late.
When he was close enough, Clara noticed the robot out of the corner of her eye, but before she could do or say anything, she was grabbed by two strong hands—one which went over her mouth—and dragged back inside the club.  “HELP!” she tried to scream, but her shouts were muffled underneath Beast’s hand.  She tried to bite down on his fingers, but couldn’t get a good enough grip to do so.
Beast, in the meantime, was greatly enjoying this.  His prey was putting up a real good fight, and he liked it when they put up a good fight—made things more exciting.  
The DJ booth was right next to the back door, so the journey wasn’t too long.  And Beast had already turned up the music so no one could hear any screaming or noise coming from there.  He was all set to feast upon her.
Clara continued to struggle in Beast’s hands, but the robot’s grip was much too tight.  Her heart was pounding, and her mind was racing.  How was she going to get out of this?!  That’s when Beast lifted her up, up into the air, and she moved her legs as they hit open air, confused.  What was he doing?!
She continued to writhe and fight as the robot brought her up to his mouth.  Turning  her around so that his head was facing her, Beast smiled and said, “Darling, I’m going to enjoy this.  Have fun going down the hatch~!”
Clara shivered.  Down the hatch?  Did that mean he was going to. . .?  No, no, that couldn’t be; that was impossible!  But what if he was really about to. . .?
Her questions were answered as Beast opened his mouth, revealing his terrifying maw.
She shivered as she looked inside.  Saliva dripped all around the place, dribbling from his teeth and getting onto the robot’s tongue, which was itself already covered in drool.  And behind it all, his throat loomed terribly, foreshadowing Clara’s destination. . .
She struggled some more, trying to get out of this, but Beast merely chuckled at her resistance.  Then he uncovered her mouth, and shoved her head inside of his maw.
Clara tried to let out a loud cry for help, but it was cut off as she was pushed inside of the horrifying maw.  The tongue immediately greeted her, lapping up her head and covering the woman in more saliva.  It didn’t spare any part of her, and licked up every inch: nose, cheeks, ears, and the rest of her whole face.  Clara whimpered as she was eaten alive, racking her brain and trying to think of a way she could get out of this.  But she couldn’t.
Beast, in the meantime, was greatly enjoying the first taste of his prey.  She had a sweet flavor, almost like caramel, one he delighted in tasting and wanted more of.  He sucked down on her head like it was a lollipop, trying to get every bit of that taste he could before swallowing her down.  
Clara flinched as the mouth bore down on her, smushing her face against the tongue as her head was sucked by Beast.  She really was being eaten alive right now. . . It was unbelievable to fathom, that everything had led to this moment, of her being just food for a hungry robot.  Maybe she should just give up. . .
No, no, she couldn’t think like that!  She had to get out of here!  Clara tried to lift her head and pull it out of Beast’s mouth, but his grip from sucking her was too tight—and upon feeling her resistance, he sealed his lips around her neck, trapping her inside.  She was stuck in this situation, unable to get out.
When he had finally sucked every drop of flavor from her, Beast lifted his jaw up, just to see what she’d do.  Immediately, Clara tried once again to get her head out, but the sealed lips prevented her from escaping.  The robot chuckled, and sent his prey down his throat with a /gulp/.
Clara screamed in surprise as she was shoved forward, the /gulp/ echoing around the mouth and pulling her down into the vortex of the throat.  The esophagus sucked her inside, and before she knew it, she was sealed in.
She was surrounded by tight, compact cylindrical walls, ones that gripped her head tightly and gave her little room to move or breathe.  Clara tried to pull her head up and out, but found that the throat’s grip was too strong around her—she couldn’t move!  Another whimper of fear left her as she lay there in the esophagus, helpless to do anything but wait for what Beast would do next.
The robot grinned and felt the bulge in his throat, loving the indentation his prey was making there.  Then he continued eating her alive.
He lapped up her neck and shoulders, getting saliva all over them as he tasted more of his prey.  The caramel taste spread all over his tongue, and he smiled, licking with fervor.  Drool soon completely covered his prey, and Beast grinned, then swallowed again.
/Gulp!/  Clara was shoved deeper into the throat.  She felt her neck and shoulder join her inside, expanding the top of the area, but sadly not improving things for her head—she still could barely breathe, and couldn’t even open up her mouth to scream.  She tried to struggle and writhe, but thanks to the cramped space, she couldn’t really move.  And she could hear some faint growling sounds below her. . .
Beast smiled as his prey’s chest entered his maw, and he smirked.  He licked up her shirt, soaking it with his saliva and tasting that caramel flesh underneath.  Then he teased and played with her breasts, poking them through the wet shirt.  The robot flicked her nipples and toyed with them, smirking as Clara squirmed in response.  Oh, did he love this.
“No fair!” Clara wanted to say—she certainly would have if the space wasn’t so tight (she couldn’t even open her mouth in here)!  She tried to move away from the robot’s tongue, stop him from playing with her breasts, but there was nothing she could do—there was nowhere for her to go.  All she could do was wait for him to swallow and pray that it would happen soon. . .
Beast continued to lap up his meat, but he finally grew tired of it—and he was hungry.  So he gulped down more of his meal, sending her chest into his throat.
Clara was forced further down the esophagus, and she shivered in fright.  Here she was, being eaten alive by a hungry robot, and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop him.  She wished she had been more vigilant somehow, seen him coming!  But here she was, being food.  And those growls were getting louder. . .
Beast licked up her belly, thankful that the midriff was out of the way and he could taste her flesh again.  The fresh flavor of caramel hit his tongue anew as he licked her, not holding back as he lapped up his prey.  Then, with a smirk, he swallowed her down.
That was when she reached it.
Clara was shoved down the esophagus, and her head popped out of the throat and into an open space, one where she could actually breathe.  She let out a sigh of relief, happy to move her mouth again . . . but then, she heard the loud /groooooowl/ sounds around her.  She sniffed the air, and the smell of acid hit her nose.  Oh shit.  She was in his. . .!
“HELP!”  Clara screamed as loud as she could, praying somebody would hear her.  “I’M IN HS STOMACH!  SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!  GET ME OUT OF HERE!”
Beast heard her quiet, muffled cries from the outside, and he smirked.  “No one can hear you now, dearie,” he purred, laughing.  “I’m afraid you’re nothing more than my meat now~!”
Clara heard his voice through the stomach walls, and another whimper left her.  Was this all she was now?  Food for Beast?  She didn’t want to be food. . .
The robot licked up her legs, loving the taste of her thick thighs, even as she squirmed and struggled, trying to get out.  She was kicking and putting up a real fight, but nothing she did was going to stop him from eating her.  He gulped down her thighs, and moved on to her calves.
Clara was shoved deeper into the stomach, so that her body was curled up at the bottom, with her head against the dripping wet walls.  She could feel gooey slime getting on her skin, and she gulped.  What was going to happen to her in here?
Beast savored the last bite, licking and sucking the human’s calves and feet, almost not wanting to let her go.  But all food had to go down eventually, and so, he gulped down the last of her, grinning.
Clara’s heart filled with dread at the final swallow.  “No no no!” she cried, trying to push her feet back up.  But there was nothing she could do, and soon, the rest of her joined her body in the stomach.  She was all curled up inside.
The woman whimpered and hugged herself, feeling the belly squeeze in around her and emit its juices.  This was a terrible situation indeed. . .
Beast patted his big belly and let out a /buuuuuurp/.  He grinned.
“Mmmm . . . you were delicious.”