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Into the Factory	By : Mesopotamia Category: A through F > Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Views: 14041 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Laila was no stranger to orgasms or masturbation for that matter, but she had never been touched like this by anyone and she had never in her life knew such pleasure as he gave.
This revelation disturbed her very much and she was now quite sure that she wanted to leave. This could not could any further. She wouldn’t let it. The orgasm disturbed her even more deeply because she had let it happen to her. Hell, she had actually grabbed him in the midst of it!
Although she felt drained, she managed to pull herself away sharply and stumble on shaky legs across the room, covering her breasts with crossed arms. She turned to him and he was merely looking at her and smiling as if she had just told him something very pleasant.
Pressing her forehead against the cool mirror, she cried. She cried and cried, silently hoping that she would get transported to the other side of this mirror, where Mr. Wonka could not touch her.
She jumped slightly as she felt the familiar touch of a glove pushing her hair to the side.
“Plenty of more fun to be had,” he said from behind her. The elation in his voice chilled her.
“I want to go home,” she said, turning to him, “I want to go home and I want to forget you! I want to forget all of this!”
“Little girl, the second you walked into my factory without my permission, you should have realized that you were not to leave,” Willy Wonka remarked, as his hand traced down her jaw line. “Besides, why would you want to? There’s oompa-loompa’s and chocolate! All the chocolate you could ever have in your entire life! Any child could only dream of an opportunity like this!”
“No,” she shook her head. “I just want to get my brother and leave.”
Willy Wonka smiled and it frightened her even more. “Naughty little girls should never get what they want,” he said, shaking a finger at her, “Don’t think that leaves you out, missy.”
With another blow of the whistle, the Oompa-loompas suddenly appeared again and had somehow managed to get underneath her and deposited her once more onto the bed, yet this time, two of them were left. Each one had a tight hold on her wrist. Panic set in. What was this? What was he planning to do?
She closed her eyes and waited. Nothing happened. She was just lying there with her wrists pinned down. Another 10 minutes went by.
“Hello?” A blind fold was suddenly tied around her eyes. That was alright. She would have kept them closed anyways.
Leather caressed the inside of her thigh and she drew back into the bed.
“Please don’t,” she whispered, “Please don’t do this.”
A giggle and then he spoke, “You are probably the prettiest little girl I have ever had the pleasure to meet, you know,” Willy Wonka remarked, “And I have met some very ugly little girls so you should take that as a compliment.”
Laila didn’t quite understand what he was saying to her. It made no sense, but then nothing seemed to make sense here. Everything here defied everything she believed in and knew to be true. In her reality, grown men were not to touch girls as young as she.
But then again, in her reality, beds weren’t made out of marshmallows and caramel apples did not grow on trees. Oompa-loompas did not exist either.
She drew in her breath sharply as she felt his presence near. She struggled slightly with the Oompa-loompas that held her, but their grip was surprisingly strong and would not let up.
She closed her legs and squeezed them together, hoping that it would stop him.
It didn’t.
With surprising strength, he forced her legs apart and knelt between them. She could feel his bare skin on hers and his erection against her thigh. He had taken off his clothing.
His breath was on her neck and she felt the slight tickle of his hair on her cheek. She had thought it to be stiff when she was looking at it, but now it felt silky and loose as it brushed against her.
He kissed her hard on the lips, his tongue demanding entrance into her mouth. It was worse with the blindfold. She could not ignore it by looking at something else. With the blind fold, his touch forced her unwilling attention. When she would not open her mouth, he pushed her panties aside and thrust a finger inside her roughly, causing her to cry out in pain and to open her mouth in the process, giving him the access he desired.
His tongue caressed hers wildly and she considered biting it for a moment. But then if he could hurt her just so he could kiss her, what would he do if she had actually caused him pain? He did not seem the least merciful and she thus could not take advantage of the pity that he obviously lacked.
Whimpering slightly under his light kiss, she felt his fingers running lightly up and down her sides. He suddenly drew away and his mouth descended to her neck where he nuzzled and inhaled deeply. He then started to suck on the tender flesh, making sure to mar it darkly so that when this was over, she would remember who it was she now served. He considered sinking his teeth into her as well, but then realized that it was impractical. It could scar permanently. Why blemish something so perfect (on the outside anyway)?
She felt him descend even lower and felt his breath on her breasts. He took a rose tipped nipple into his mouth and gently sucked, causing her to arch her back involuntarily. The blind fold directed her attention to his actions and she silently hoped that he would take it off so that perhaps she could stare into the distance and pretend this wasn’t happening.
But he wanted her to feel everything. Every single moment of it and he wanted her complete and undivided attention.
His other hand reached for her center as he moved to the other nipple, repeating the action. He rubbed her slowly through the fabric of her panties and smiled as she responded to his touch with a cry. His tongue traced down her stomach and dipped into her belly button, all the while with his hand still moving on her.
“Mr. Wonka, please,” she cried, gasping. “I’ll pay you! My father will pay you! Just....don’t.”
She listened for a response and heard only a soft giggle.
“I have all the money in the world, little Laila,” his breath hit her inner thigh as his fingers traced the edges where her thigh met her panties. “I have no use for your money. You, however.....” He giggled again. “Well that’s a whole different story.”
He hooked his thumbs on the rim of her panties and pulled them off. She felt them slowly slide off of her, teasingly almost. Laila pressed her legs together again, but it did not work. He simply pushed them apart and lay between them, his breath hitting her exposed folds, making her squirm slightly.
She lay panting, only feeling his soft breaths against her, driving her almost mad. When his tongue ventured to explore her, her hips bucked and she almost screamed at the sensation. All her attention was centered around his tongue and she felt his hair brush against her thighs as suddenly moved his mouth to cover her completely. His exploring tongue moved painfully slowly, as if he was trying to remember every part of her.
His hands held her hips down as she writhed and moved against him. When he suddenly took her clit into his mouth, she screamed loudly, evoking another chilling giggle from him. He sucked gently, flicking his tongue over her again and again until he himself could feel her oncoming orgasm.
To her relief and dismay, he stopped and drew back. She whimpered in confusion and he simply replied, “Much more fun to be had.”
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