New underwear

"Oh, sorry, it seems I've taken your underwear" he says, looking down at me

I am still clutching my savaged bits, but his comment sort of wakes me up a bit and my brain gets out of the endless pain loop it was stuck in, and I begin to realise that he's rolling me onto my back

Ken pulls my pants off, and through the pain-fog I have a thought. I momentarily think about how getting my vagina split in half to the point that I probs won't be able to touch it for a couple days is simultaneously a setback in me finally getting some action, but also, the most action I've had. Before I can fully ponder the first man to ever see my (shaven with false hopes) snatch, Ken has already put a new pair of underwear on me and pulled my pants back on. I also ponder about why, if he had the spare all along, why he needed to rip my pair off to use as a rag. I try to voice this, what I see to be, obvious plot hole, but all that comes out is a weak groan

He grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet. I sway a bit but I'm managing to stay up. I can sort of feel the underwear I have on now. It's clearly a couple sizes too small (didn't know they made underwear too small for me) and doesn't have the pronounced elastic my grannies had, with the whole pair feeling more elastic

"Don't you have chores you could be doing?" asks Ken

"Oh, sure" I mumble, looking down

"Don't forget your apron" he says

"My wha-" is all I can get out before I feel his hands on my sides. My pussy preemptively cries out in fear and before I know it, he's pulled my stretchy new undies up to my shoulders. He manhandles my arms through the legholes and puts me in a shoulder wedgie. He stands back to look at his work and my knees snap together as I struggle to remain upright, hands clenched into fists at my side, mouth agape.

He then reconsiders his approach. He grabs each leghole and pulls it over my head, so my underwear is crossed at the front and back. This makes it a lot harder to slip off as I'll have to either pull it extra far to the other side's shoulder or back over my head.

There's no cameltoe stage at all. The second he pulled on this stretchy material, it immediately invaded my increasingly red slit and each tug and step don't even pull it deeper at this point, I just taste it more at the back of my throat.

"I think the washing needs to be done" he says calmly

"I'm- I'm n-not sure if I'll be able t-" I stammer out, my thighs spasming a bit in a vain attempt to somehow relieve the pussy pressure

"Oh, I think you'll find it much easier to do the washing than any other idea I might have" said Ken

I heard the threat for what it was and gulped a little, waddling off towards the laundry room.

Just before I get out of the kitchen area I feel his hand on my shoulder stopping me. He easily turns me around and pours juice down my top.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'll clean this up. Just go wash your clothes now" he says, without a hint of malice or sarcasm in his voice.