You settle into position, arms poised at the sphincter, waiting for her to take her next drink. The stomach's churning has begun to take a toll on you and you curse yourself for not trying this sooner. What were you thinking, did you actually want to become her food?
Then it opens, and midway through the rain of wine you thrust both your hands through the opening to her esophagus with enough power to reach her mouth. She doesn't react, surprised at the resistance of her formerly willing meal, and her hesitation gives you the opportunity to push yourself up out of your fetal position. You can feel the cold air of the outside against your drenched hands and after a mighty effort your head emerges from her mouth, allowing you to once again see the outside world. With your hands and head free, and your breasts now in her mouth instead of her throat, you feel like you have just enough leverage to start making real progress
Unfortunately for you the elf manages to break out of her stupor before you can make the most of your advantageous position and swallows. You feel her rippling throat try to pull you back down but you push back, only slipping an inch backward. You flail your hands looking for something, anything to grab but all there is is the elf. She gulps again, sending you another inch back, and grabs your arms as they continue to search for something to grasp. Her third swallow is stronger, sending your head back into her mouth, and despite your continued squirming you know that it is now truly over.
Her throat pulls you down even further and your last glimpse of the outside world is cut off. She still has your arms in a death grip, unwilling to take any chances, and slides them down her throat with careful precision. At last all that's left of you on the outside are your hands, fingers twitching in her mouth, before she clacks her teeth shut and seals you in with a final, heavy gulp.
As you settle back into the stomach, now working even harder to process you, the elf slaps her stomach and you can tell that her previous friendliness is gone. "What were you doing? What happened to 'I volunteered for this?'"
You try to move but your escape attempt sapped your strength, and the stomach is pressing in on all sides. You're practically being held as it gurgles and groans around you, trying to push you underneath the sizzling pool of acids. "Well, I guess in the end I didn't want to be eaten!" you shout back. "What did you really expect? That I'd be okay with being your meal?"
You feel her run a hand over her bloated belly, and for a minute she's quiet. "You're right, I suppose," she sighs. You can practically feel the bitterness in her voice. "I just... for a while I thought you would be different. That you were giving yourself me to me, willingly. It made me feel..." She trails off, but at the end you can clearly hear the wounded betrayal in her voice. "Forget it."
She goes quiet and all you can hear now are the sounds of digestion. Despite your current circumstances a feeling of guilt comes over you, and you're too beaten down by her belly to shake it off. Something in her voice wounded you, like you had betrayed a close friend. As ridiculous as that sounds the thought persists until her gut overpowers you completely. You know you shouldn't feel this way but your last thoughts are tinged with regret, and you're not sure if it's about not trying to escape sooner or hurting the feelings of your predator by trying to escape at all.
Meanwhile the elf has settled in to digest for the night, resting her arms on her engorged gut as you fade away inside of her. Her previous warmth is gone as she stares at her gurgling stomach, robbed of what she saw as her first willing meal. Eventually, after contemplating her diminishing belly for some time, she allows herself to fall asleep with a disappointed sigh.
In the end the only trace of you are the minute additions you make to her figure. The elf expels you in the morning and carries on with her journey, doing her utmost to forget about you and move on.
