consensual nonconsent

she only meant to do laundry
when she felt the knife against her throat

“do as I say and you won’t get hurt”
cry out and you’ll be dead”

He taped her eyes with vet tape
wrapping it around and around
she heard the knife rip thru her clothes
feeling them fall to her feet
the icy coolness of steel
freeing her breasts from Victoria Secret
and the sharp tip
making its way down her belly
not cutting the skin
but perilously close
down to her panties
where he cut them of at her hips
and stuffed them in her mouth

she felt the cold steel of the handle
being pushed inside her pussy

“I thought you’d be wet
But not this wet”

He began fucking her cunt with the handle
and slapping her ass with his hand

“not big enough for you?
Perhaps you like a real cock
Shake your head if you do”

she was moaning from both
the knife and the fear
and some forbidden desire
hidden where she rarely looked
but she did shake her head, “yes”

He placed her hands on the washer
spread her legs with two little kicks
she felt the head press then
then a virile push
plunging his cock ball deep
into her wetness
fucking her hard
humping deep, pushing her forward
and she braced back
matching him thrust by thrust
till they both came
in a crescendo of moans

“And you thought I was working this morning.
Was it as good as you imagined?”