Sarela knew she was trapped, she wasn't strong enough to break free from Jabba's grasp.  She leaned back in disgust, a grimace crossing her face, as his foul, massive, tongue slid across her breasts.  The feel of his warm saliva on her skin made her sick to the stomach, but she knew she just had to endure and be strong.  She would not give in to this bastard, no matter what he did to her.