The sound of Jabba's laughter came to Sarela as if she was at the bottom of the well.  When her eyes finally popped open, his laughter suddenly snapped to full volume.  Her lips opened in a groan, her entire body aching from the repeated stun blasts, and she attempted to move.  When she found herself bound, her eyes went wide in panic as she jerked painfully at her bindings.<br/><br/>Her face was pressed into the padded back of the chair and the ropes around her jerked tight when she tried to straighten.  She could feel her breasts throbbing from the ropes painfully wrapped around them, one resting on either side of the narrow horse.  Her long legs were spread wide, and Sarela couldn't help but blush at the show the crowd had to be getting.  She was shaven except for a narrow strip of hair that matched that on her head.<br/><br/>"Release me!"  She shrieked when her struggles accomplished nothing but to bruise her ankles.  Her tone was demanding, but had a tinge of fear and panic in it.  She was used to being in control this... terrified her.