Kelly was pretty much on the floor to the side of Nicholas, a little farther back where more of his backside was seen in her vision than his face. She caught his eye as he answered her question and frowned.<em>The Monet painting? All of this was over that painting he had bought at an auction?</em>“Did you know you were going to upset…” but she didn’t finish. It was obvious that Nicholas knew what he was doing back then or he wouldn’t have a clue why he was kidnapped and splayed naked! Nick continued, prompting Gianna to get it over with, and Kelly kept silent.<br/><br/>Then Gianna answered Nicholas, suggesting her use for his cock and Kelly’s tongue, which caused her eyes to grow wide in shock. Like a worm that was scared to leave the ground, Kelly’s tongue fell further back in her mouth seeking a crevasse to hide in. There was even a sour taste that filled her cheeks, seemingly imagination by far, that gave enhancement to the vile implication of having her wet muscle lick ass. It was something that Kelly did not want to do, especially to Gianna, and horror filled her face. She shot a profound expression towards Nicholas as if to say<em>did you hear what she just said!</em>But she was forced to abandon this as Gianna stepped too close for comfort.<br/><br/>Her hair was picked up by Gianna’s hand, a good bit, which tugged at her scalp as the strands wound around her fingers for inspection. Kelly listened, and when<em>whore</em>was used as a proper noun she set her face stoic. Of course that was reaction enough to see how she hated it, but Kelly had no ground here. Her eyes steadied on the floor refusing to look towards Gianna’s face. Maybe they stole a glance at Nicholas when Gianna called him a filthy little wanker just to see if he reacted, but they never gave Gianna any contact. Kelly was trying to grasp onto her position in all of this. Where does she fall in this conflict? At the moment she felt intimidated, so keeping silent was her best reaction.<br/><br/>When Gianna turned her attention back on Nicholas, Kelly began struggling in her bindings again. She could see that the straps around her legs were not just crude rope, but were specifically designed for such a purpose. It made her heart sink, knowing that there was little chance in taking advantage of a human error in knot-tying since there were metal links and clasps with leather straps. The harness was rope, but again it was specifically designed to wrap about her body leaving little room for human mistake. She put so much effort and attention in her bindings that she hardly noticed Gianna tilting Nicholas’ face upwards.<br/><br/>It wasn’t until the flickering movement of an object, its swishing sound that caught her ears, which finally pulled her away from the futile task. The tool looked like a switch that had been plucked from her grandmother’s bushes, stripped clean of its leaves, to serve as a stinging punishment for misbehaved children; only Gianna’s switch was far better equipped, with a string dangling from the tip to give it that extra bite. Seeing it tap against Nick’s cheeks made Kelly fear the pain it would inflict. That rigid switch, so flexible and thin, against his tenderly exposed ass in all of its naked glory was a terrible thought. Kelly shook her head…<em>this is not happening, is it?</em><br/>