Groomed.

Your heart races as Cindy works with her small scissors, snipping your bush down to size. Bound and stretched as you are, you're in no position to protect yourself but even so you do your best to cooperate with your captor. Countless questions buzz around in your head. Who is this William? What did Cindy mean by selling you? What did Cindy see in your eyes. Why would Cindy be prepared to tie up random customers using X-Change? What even is this X-Change?

Cindy leans forward and blows gently on your mons as she brushes stray hairs away with her hand.

The move sends a tingle through you and you gasp audibly.

Cindy shakes her head with a grin and reaches for bottle of some sort of cream and a razor. "I still cannot believe this. But hey, if you're in there somewhere, when you come back around know that I took good care of your girl. I'll even set her up with some free stuff. I'm no welch." She spurts some cold stuff on your vulva and spreads it around generously, causing you to squirm slightly.

"Uh... Cindy?"

"Yes, doll? Try not to move." she doesn't look up from your crotch, bringing the razor to your skin with a steady hand.

The sensation of being shaved is strange. Bound and spread as you are it's a little frightening, but since Cindy's attitude has shifted you're able to relax enough to almost enjoy it. "Can you help me understand what's going on?"

"Sorry, sweet thing. I thought the letter was pretty clear. Maybe not to you. But if William left things out of it, he did it on purpose. That guy doesn't really make mistakes." She pauses to look up at your perplexed expression, then shakes her head and returns to her work, dragging the razor's blade carefully against your sensitive skin. "Although I don't know what I'd call this." She laughs.

You frown. "See, that's what I'm talking about. You're not making any sense."

Cindy sets the razor down and picks up a warm, damp cloth. "I'm not sure it's supposed to make sense to you. For some reason none of us understand, William wants you like this." She presses the cloth between your legs. "We don't ask questions as long as he produces the good stuff. And I tell you what, his stuff is the best you can get on the street."

You sigh contentedly as she holds the hot towel against your sex. Cindy's answer somehow left you even more confused. "...I don't like this."

Cindy removes the towel, leaving your bare flesh feeling suddenly too cold and exposed. "Ah, sorry. I don't know how sensitive you're going to be down here. Literally anything is possible for you. I can find a softer one..."

"Ah, no. The towel is nice. I like the towel! I just... don't like feeling like I'm the butt of some joke... and will you please untie me?"

Cindy finishes toweling you off. Her touch is surprisingly gentle, delicate even. It's nice. She drags the edge of one finger gently down your labia before nodding, satisfied. "Girl... It was Fiona, right? Cute. Fiona, listen. You're in the middle of some pretty shady gang territory. We buy and sell people like you all the time." She presses one knuckle into your clit teasingly.

You bite your lip. That sounds serious, but you're having a hard time focusing on anything but her touch.

"Because people like you..." she wiggles her hand gently back and forth over your clit, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine like you've never imagined. "...make real easy targets. No identity, no one to come looking for you."

You moan softly, eyes closed as she continues to **** your defenseless clit. The heat between your legs grows intense. Cindy's hand feels incredible. Your mind is hazy as she toys with you.

"And every single one of you is a **** slut, easily broken." She pulls her hand away and you're surprised to hear a quiet whine of protest escape your lips.

She stands to give your left nipple a gentle pinch and tug, causing you to moan once more, louder. Needy. Your body burns with desire. You pull weakly at the rope holding your hands.

"See? God, you're so delicious. William knows his stuff. I bet I could have you sitting up and begging like a good girl in no time. The boys would turn you inside out and you'd never even want to go home..." She takes a deep breath, clearly considering something serious. She places a hand on your side, caressing softly. "I'm genuinely tempted to just take you for myself. This is some damn fine work he's done with you. Damn fine."

She chews her lip thoughtfully. The moment seems to drag on forever...