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It had been five years since Claire had been chained inside Jame's basement and had been glued in a permanent metal replica of Leia's metal bikini. Five years where she was stuck in a copy of Jabba's throne room and collared to his throne. One thing Claire did not know when she was first chained to that place was that even if the dais was made out of at least a ton of cold hard rock, James could input a code somewhere behind it to make it slide to one side, and reveals a small room normally hidden under it, close enough so that Claire can access it, and is simply furnished with a bed and a small shower in a corner. It was there that James brought Claire and mated with her. Some might consider it as rape, but no one down there could do anything about it.
After two years, James had finally saved enough money and added a complex machinery to the empty snackquarium on the dais, the aquarium where, in the movie, Jabba fed himself on live frogs inside a green liquid. On this throne, the machine now periodically added through a hidden tube balls of food in the form of frogs. The composition of the "frogs" has everything to keep anyone healthy, but they have a wretched taste. That way, each time a new frog is shot out of the tube, Claire has to eat it, no matter her gag reflex, to stay alive. This allows James to leave her alone for technically an indefinite amount of time, but it never was more than three days.

The next year, James seemed to have hit the jackpot. When he visited her, he was wearing new expensive clothes and a new watch. Did he make a quick fortune, did he win the lottery, did his parents die? Claire had no idea. But the first thing he said was that he was sorry for her to be alone for most of the day, and that he wanted to change that. So after taking her under the throne again, he left her in the room and closed the access! She was trapped!
She spent two months inside that small room. On one hand, she was on a bed, and was comfortable, but on the other hand she was hungry all day, and even through a one ton rock she could hear lots and lots of noise that seemed to last forever every day, and only when it stop did James bring her food and water. Also, since she had been crammed inside such a little room for so long, she ached for the throne room, even if she was also just as lonely, but she had some room to walk at her will, and she wasn't hungry. Soon she was going to wish to be back inside her small room again.

When the dais moved and finally opened the passage, James smiled at her, took her chain and gave her leash a small tug. Obedient, Claire walked outside and was shocked at the transformation that occurred inside the throne room. It wasn't empty anymore. Inside every alcove now sat humanoid creatures, totally immobile. She remembered them! They were the court of that filthy slug! Then she turned towards the dais and her blood turned cold. Sitting on it was a massive replica of Jabba The Hutt! He too was immobile. Claire turned towards her captor, utter shock showing in her eyes.
"So what do you think? I commanded all of these animatronics to keep you entertained inside this place. After all, five years is a long time alone. So I finished the imitation of this throne room by adding a court and a king for the princess! Now don't worry, everything was lab tested and is perfectly safe. Well, I need to go now, but I'll activate everything, and I'll be watching everything from a hidden camera. Just don't worry if he is cold at the start, he takes a bit of time to warm up.". With that, James left the room whistling.
"Wait! What do you mean by warming up!?" screamed Claire as she ran after him, but was stopped short by her leash. She heard the now usual hiss of the door, and then nothing, leaving her alone inside the room, surrounded by statues.
A loud clang rang, startling Claire, and every machine started to move. Suddenly, she was jerked backwards by her chain as a booming laugh rang throughout the room. Claire was pulled onto the throne and straight into the waiting arms of Jabba! He and the whole throne room erupted of laughter when she screamed out of sheer terror as the realization of what was truly happening dawned upon her.

Since she almost flew onto the throne, she was now pressed onto the cold body of the machine, and before she could pull away, two chubby arms grabbed her with surprising strength and held her against the bloated creature. The body was cold, and had started to ooze foul smelling mucus, but must have been made in some kind of rubber, since the belly was still slightly stretchy and wasn't hard like iron. That did not stop Claire from trying to get out of the cold embrace, but all she managed to do was to squirm against the machine. Then, the huge slug started talking in a tongue Claire did not understand, but she guessed it was Huttese, and a golden robot started translating.
"His high Exaltedness Jabba the Hutt wishes you to lie down and settle for the night, since it is already late and he has a big day planned for you tomorrow."
Claire had no choice but to comply, and lied down on her cushions. But Jabba suddenly pull her back by her leash for her head to lie onto his cold and moist belly. Disgusted, she tried to move back onto her cushions but was pulled back by a harder yank on her leash. Understanding the memo perfectly, Claire did not move more, and tried to fall asleep, something that was very hard because of the cold mucus running down her back. Around her, the whole court was slowly drifting into silence as all the robots "fell asleep".

Inside the house, James smiled seeing all of this. As he said, he had hidden a camera inside the room, and could see what was happening on his TV. He was happy about the turn of events. All the machines seemed to be working like they were supposed to. Jabba had been his biggest concern, since he was supposed to teach his Claire how to be the perfect slave. He should reward her when she behaved well and punish her when she wasn't. He also had a program that analyses different dancing styles and would progressively teach her how a Hutt slave should dance. He would feed her and keep her healthy, but most important of all, he was not supposed to be a kind master. He was supposed to behave like the creature he is, cruel and ruthless. And what was best is that he could reprogram itself. His goals cannot be changed, but he could create new ways to achieve them. He also would prevent her from having any sexual relief, so to make the sweet James her only source of pleasure in her world. Any programmatic default could be deadly for his captive, but everything seemed right for now. He did not lie, the body will heat up and Jabba, his mucus and his appendices will no longer be ice cold.
Her disappearance had caused some turmoil in the city. The police had come, and his house had been searched. But he knew that was going to happen, so he had hidden the basement door behind a fake wall and had placed a library in front of it with a secret passage. She would never be found, ever. She was his.

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It had been five years since Claire had been chained inside Jame's basement and had been glued in a permanent metal replica of Leia's metal bikini. Five years where she was stuck in a copy of Jabba's throne room and collared to his throne. One thing Claire did not know when she was first chained to that place was that even if the dais was made out of at least a ton of cold hard rock, James could input a code somewhere behind it to make it slide to one side, and reveals a small room normally hidden under it, close enough so that Claire can access it, and is simply furnished with a bed and a small shower in a corner. It was there that James brought Claire and mated with her. Some might consider it as rape, but no one down there could do anything about it.
After two years, James had finally saved enough money and added a complex machinery to the empty snackquarium on the dais, the aquarium where, in the movie, Jabba fed himself on live frogs inside a green liquid. On this throne, the machine now periodically added through a hidden tube balls of food in the form of frogs. The composition of the "frogs" has everything to keep anyone healthy, but they have a wretched taste. That way, each time a new frog is shot out of the tube, Claire has to eat it, no matter her gag reflex, to stay alive. This allows James to leave her alone for technically an indefinite amount of time, but it never was more than three days.

The next year, James seemed to have hit the jackpot. When he visited her, he was wearing new expensive clothes and a new watch. Did he make a quick fortune, did he win the lottery, did his parents die? Claire had no idea. But the first thing he said was that he was sorry for her to be alone for most of the day, and that he wanted to change that. So after taking her under the throne again, he left her in the room and closed the access! She was trapped!
She spent two months inside that small room. On one hand, she was on a bed, and was comfortable, but on the other hand she was hungry all day, and even through a one ton rock she could hear lots and lots of noise that seemed to last forever every day, and only when it stop did James bring her food and water. Also, since she had been crammed inside such a little room for so long, she ached for the throne room, even if she was also just as lonely, but she had some room to walk at her will, and she wasn't hungry. Soon she was going to wish to be back inside her small room again.

When the dais moved and finally opened the passage, James smiled at her, took her chain and gave her leash a small tug. Obedient, Claire walked outside and was shocked at the transformation that occurred inside the throne room. It wasn't empty anymore. Inside every alcove now sat humanoid creatures, totally immobile. She remembered them! They were the court of that filthy slug! Then she turned towards the dais and her blood turned cold. Sitting on it was a massive replica of Jabba The Hutt! He too was immobile. Claire turned towards her captor, utter shock showing in her eyes.
"So what do you think? I commanded all of these animatronics to keep you entertained inside this place. After all, five years is a long time alone. So I finished the imitation of this throne room by adding a court and a king for the princess! Now don't worry, everything was lab tested and is perfectly safe. Well, I need to go now, but I'll activate everything, and I'll be watching everything from a hidden camera. Just don't worry if he is cold at the start, he takes a bit of time to warm up.". With that, James left the room whistling.
"Wait! What do you mean by warming up!?" screamed Claire as she ran after him, but was stopped short by her leash. She heard the now usual hiss of the door, and then nothing, leaving her alone inside the room, surrounded by statues.
A loud clang rang, startling Claire, and every machine started to move. Suddenly, she was jerked backwards by her chain as a booming laugh rang throughout the room. Claire was pulled onto the throne and straight into the waiting arms of Jabba! He and the whole throne room erupted of laughter when she screamed out of sheer terror as the realization of what was truly happening dawned upon her.

Since she almost flew onto the throne, she was now pressed onto the cold body of the machine, and before she could pull away, two chubby arms grabbed her with surprising strength and held her against the bloated creature. The body was cold, and had started to ooze foul smelling mucus, but must have been made in some kind of rubber, since the belly was still slightly stretchy and wasn't hard like iron. That did not stop Claire from trying to get out of the cold embrace, but all she managed to do was to squirm against the machine. Then, the huge slug started talking in a tongue Claire did not understand, but she guessed it was Huttese, and a golden robot started translating.
"His high Exaltedness Jabba the Hutt wishes you to lie down and settle for the night, since it is already late and he has a big day planned for you tomorrow."
Claire had no choice but to comply, and lied down on her cushions. But Jabba suddenly pull her back by her leash for her head to lie onto his cold and moist belly. Disgusted, she tried to move back onto her cushions but was pulled back by a harder yank on her leash. Understanding the memo perfectly, Claire did not move more, and tried to fall asleep, something that was very hard because of the cold mucus running down her back. Around her, the whole court was slowly drifting into silence as all the robots "fell asleep".

Inside the house, James smiled seeing all of this. As he said, he had hidden a camera inside the room, and could see what was happening on his TV. He was happy about the turn of events. All the machines seemed to be working like they were supposed to. Jabba had been his biggest concern, since he was supposed to teach his Claire how to be the perfect slave. He should reward her when she behaved well and punish her when she wasn't. He also had a program that analyses different dancing styles and would progressively teach her how a Hutt slave should dance. He would feed her and keep her healthy, but most important of all, he was not supposed to be a kind master. He was supposed to behave like the creature he is, cruel and ruthless. And what was best is that he could reprogram itself. His goals cannot be changed, but he could create new ways to achieve them. He also would prevent her from having any sexual relief, so to make the sweet James her only source of pleasure in her world. Any programmatic default could be deadly for his captive, but everything seemed right for now. He did not lie, the body will heat up and Jabba, his mucus and his appendices will no longer be ice cold.
Her disappearance had caused some turmoil in the city. The police had come, and his house had been searched. But he knew that was going to happen, so he had hidden the basement door behind a fake wall and had placed a library in front of it with a secret passage. She would never be found, ever. She was his.