Sarela lay all but motionless, her body exhausted and only moving from the thrusting of the Gamorrean guard, as the second violation began.  Her eyes were locked on Jabba, glaring at him, but she made no noise beyond an occasional grunt.  She refused to beg for water even as the night dragged on and her body was used by guard after guard.  She was sore, her body throbbing with a dull ache, and could feel the combined spunk from a dozen guards coating her thighs and dribbling down her legs.