Sarela let out a shuddered breath as Jabba continued to stroke in and out of her, her breasts bouncing on her chest.  If she hadn't been so disgusted, so horrified, she might have enjoyed it.  As it was, it wasn't painful, but there was little chance of her getting off on it.  The slap caught her off guard, wrenching her neck around painfully and causing a yelp to escape from her lips.  She turned to glare at Jabba, a bright red hand print on her cheek.