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The Golden Condom	By : Batwingedgirl Category: A through F > Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Views: 7152 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Golden Condom
Author: Batwingedgirl
Summary: Willy Wonka sends out Golden Condoms with all his Wonka bars.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Willy Wonka / Orignal Character
Feedback: desired! (Of course!)
Characters: Wonka is owned by Roald Dahl. The girl... i guess she's mine. :P so back off! xD
Betas: All you lovlies who reviewed! And Johnny Depp for making just a dead sexy Wonka.
Author’s notes: Wrote this before the movie came out, so forgive little inacuitcies. The golden condom idea is copyright (Well, kindof) of an LJ friend of mine who had a dream of the sort. Sorry to snitch the idea, it’s too great to be left to just a dream! ^_^
And i know the Golden Condom idea is a bit silly, but this is really just smut for the sake of smut, so don't worry about what would have happened if a child got a Wonka bar with a condom in it! xD
Disclaimer: These characters/ideals/etc are owned by Mr. Dahl, and i'm making zip off it. :/
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As silly as it seemed, the golden condom glared up at her amongst the silver wrappings of a Wonkabar she just opened.
“What kind of prank is this?” She grumbled to herself and looked around in case someone was laughing at her expense. No one on the snow-covered street was even looking. She lifted the condom closer to her and investigated its package. In tiny purple print it read:
//“Good evening to you, lucky finder of this golden condom, care of Mr. Willy Wonka! As such I do hope you are not irreversibly creeped out by the way in which you were notified of your joyous disposition and I assure you the chocolate is not tainted in anyway and is as incredibly enjoyable as my chocolate always is. I digress and invite you to visit me at my home and workplace on the evening of December 14th at 6:03 pm. A most wondrous price awaits you so please be punctual.
With much apprehension,
Willy Wonka
--From the desk of William Wonka”//
Willy Wonka, the mysterious chocolate maker whose even more mysterious factory happened to be in the very same town in which she lived. In fact, she thought looking up, I can probably see it from here. She saw one of the looming smokestacks peeking up at her from behind the candy store rooftop. The factory always was so desolate and bare that it had became just another part of the scenery to most of the adults of the town. Only the children would collect at the tall iron gates of the entrance searching for signs of life behind the smooth brick walls and exchanging stories about the man who may or may not reside there.
She grinned. It hadn’t been many years since she had been one of those kids, her face stuck in-between the bars, searching to the eccentric man who was forever out of their reach. And now, she thought, I am going to actually get to meet him. Heh, my friends would be so jealous. I wonder how old he is? “Gods, he must be ancient if he’s been making candy since I was a child!” She said aloud to herself. Embarrassed she looked around and saw there was still no one, all the stores had been packing up, the children wondering home as the sun began to set.
“The 14th, why…” She looked down at her watch, which told the time and the date. “…THAT’S TODAY!” She exclaimed with a shock, as she broke into a run. ‘And it’s 6:00 now… wow, what luck! I can probably just make it!’ She thought as her shoes crunched in the snow as she trekked the few blocks.
Finally, the front gates. She held onto one of the bars to catch her breath and took a glimpse at her watch. 6:02… 6:03. It clicked over as she looked at it. “That was close, hopefully my watch isn’t wrong.” She breathed.
“Nope, right on time.” A voice behind her said.
She gasped and turned around. She hadn’t heard anyone approach!
“I’m pleased to make your acquaintance.” The man held out a gloved hand. “I am Willy Wonka, and you are…?”
She caught her breath. “Victoria.” She managed to squeak out and took ahold of his hand. She found that she was more nervous than she thought she would be, finally meeting Mr. Wonka. And, just in case you were wondering, no, he did not look as ancient as he must have been. He had a long face with twinkling ocean-blue eyes that had the tired appearance of someone who had been awake for days. Tiny lines bordered his thin-lipped mouth that held meticulously straight white teeth. But other than that, he didn’t look a week past twenty. He had ear-length brown hair, as well, that contributed to his youthful appearance, which was topped off by a dark purple top hat.
Her eyes traveled down the rest of his body. He wore a heavy purple velvet coat that was buttoned all the way up. He had black slacks on, with ridiculously shiny shoes poking out from the bottom. In one of his gloved hands he held a peculiar looking walking cane and the other was still giving her a vigorous handshake. He was speaking.
‘Oh dear, I was so caught up in his appearance I didn’t hear what he said!’ She fretted to herself.
“Well, anyway, I’m not sure my family history entertains you very much, shall we go inside, I’m afraid it’s started to snow and I’d hate for you to get your suede jacket wet. Oh, also, I’m sure you’ll be wanting your hand back.” He said, flashing those teeth of his, and releasing her hand.
Victoria grinned, relived she didn’t miss anything direly important in her moment of reverie and followed him through the gate and towards the tall red-bricked building. He paused at the ordinary looking black door and turned to her.
“I almost forgot, do you have the golden condom with you? I would be so utterly ruined if you were just some random person from the street and I let you in to steal all my recipes!! Ruined, I say! Cleaned out, broke, bankrupt!”
Victoria held out the condom before he could go on. He grinned and let out a sigh of relief. “That’s good, now come along dear. We have so much time, so very much time.”
“M..Much time, Mr. Wonka?” Victoria questioned.
Wonka pulled the key out of the door that he had been messing around with and opened it. “Did it say much time? Oh dear, I did it again. Well, strike that, reverse it. And… don’t call me Mr. Wonka, please. It makes me sound so… old.” He said, holding the door open for her.
“Well, Willy, if you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?” Victoria said, walking in.
Willy pressed a button on the wall and the iron gate closed itself automatically. He then closed the door and locked it, finally turning towards her. “Why… I never thought of it. Never the less, come, this way, this way.” He said, stepping ahead of her and walking hurriedly down the long hall she found herself in.
They came to a purple colored door on the right of the hall and she followed Willy into it.
“May I take your coat?” He asked, removing his own and hanging it on one of the many silver curly-qs that were placed periodically along the wall. Victoria removed her jacket and shyly handed it to him.
“Mr.W… Willy… why am I here anyway?”
He hung up her coat and turned toward her, “Ah, well, as we are both adults I shall cut to the chase. You are here because I am in need of female mind. Someone to help me perfect my chocolate. To take it to a level it’s never been. To make a chocolate beyond all chocolate. You see, I can only understand things from a male point of view, naturally. But, I thought input from the softer of the sexes would, in turn, help make my chocolate taste softer and smoother… perhaps sweeter and scrumptiouser… as well.”
He finished and looked at her. Her face flushed. ‘He thinks that I could help him in such a way! What an honor!’
“So, will you do it? Will you help me?”
“How… how can I help you? I’m nobody…” Victoria managed to say.
Wonka did nothing but touch her rosy cheeks slightly with his slender hands and turn around, walking to a long curtain on the far side of the room. With his right hand he pulled a golden tassle, which made the curtain shoot open, reveling a wide window and a colorful landscape of a candy forest beyond. Willy stared out at it in silence for a few moments before he finally said, “Don’t doubt yourself, you’re exactly what I need.” He turned and grinned at her again.
Victoria smiled, “Then I will do all I can to help you.”
“Then, let us be off! There’s so much I want to show you!” Wonka said, heading towards the door opposite the one they came in from. Victoria followed.
Wonka explained to her about the Oompa Loompas, and his travels around the world, searching for the best chocolate. He showed her his chocolate for sick children and his invisible gum (So children can chew gum at school without getting caught!). He even took her to his top-secret lab room where he let her taste a bit of everything until the clocks -that had been installed in every room in the entire factory- struck eleven simultaneously. Victoria yawned.
“Egads, it has gotten quite late, hasn’t it?” Wonka yawned, looking at his pocket watch to be sure. “Well, let me show you to your room, Victoria.”
‘Wow, he called me by my name- that feels so… weird.’ Victoria thought as she quickly followed behind Willy though a maze of hallways. A few minutes passed before they were at the end of the hall, which was marked by a window that over-looked the chocolate-candy forest much like the other window did, although this one showed a different side. There were two doors that faced each other at the end of the hall, as well, both the creamy chocolate-brown color the walls were.
“Here we are.” Wonka said, retrieving the large key ring, again, from his pocket and thumbing though briefly until he found the right key and inserted it into an unseen keyhole in the door to the right. “Your humble lodgings… I’m sure you’ll find them the tiniest bit accommodating, at least.” He held the door open and gestured her in. The entire room was done in hues of white and pink, right down to the pillowcases and the lofty chandelier that hung in the middle. It also smelt of wild strawberries, as Victoria discovered as she stepped into the middle of the room.
“It’s gorgeous!” Victoria said with awe and Willy couldn’t help but blush.
“Well, I suppose you’ll be alright, so I’ll leave you to yourself. My room is right across the hall if there is anything you need- although I would prefer if you called an Oompa Loompa if it isn’t too urgent. They’re up all hours of the night and don’t mind being bugged- me, on the other hand, tend to be most unpleasant and hostile in situations like that.” Willy said with a grin.
‘Wonka… hostile? Yeah.. I’m sure…’ Victoria thought to herself sarcastically.
“And with that, I bid you goodnight!” Wonka said, finally, and closed the door behind him before Victoria could reply.
Going through the light pink, country style dresser that was against the far wall, Victoria found a camisole made out of the finest silk that was exactly her size, so she put it on and lay down on the massive heap of blankets and pillows that was the bed, feeling exhaustion over come her. Looking to the bedside table beside her she absentmindedly reached for the golden condom, which she had put there for safekeeping.
“Now, why do you suppose it had to be a condom? If he had planned to use it I’m sure he would have done so by now. Hmm… not that I’m that kind of girl or anything… I barely know him! …But, still…” She looked at the condom thoughtfully and then shrugged. “Nothing to be done about it right now, anyway. Off to bed.” She told herself, putting the condom in one of the pockets of the dark-pink dressing robe that hung off the bedpost and turned out the light.
Several hours later she woke with a start. ‘Probably from all that sugar I had earlier’, she determined. Although she was then wide-awake she still lie there in the mellow reddish glow of the room and tried to gather the dregs of her slumber. Eventually she grew tired of not being tired and threw on her dressing robe and silently snuck out of her room.
“Oompa Loompas… how would I get the attention of one?” She pondered, as she was feeling thirsty. She turned to her right and saw the candy-forest out the window, alive with tiny little dancing lights, like fireflies in a real forest. She stood in awe, yet again, of one of Wonkas creations.
“Can’t sleep?” Willy asked, standing rather close behind her. She jumped at the sudden breaking of her silence. ‘How many times am I going to let him sneak up on me?’
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Wonka said, and yawned. “I’m only up because I remembered something I had forgotten when I was asleep.”
“What was it?” Victoria asked, robotically.
“I dunno, I forgot again. Either way, would you like to join me for some hot cocoa?” Victoria nodded certainly.
Wonka withdrew a tiny flute out of his dressing-robe pocket and blew a little tune. Quickly, an Oompa Loompa was at his side, gazing up at him questionably.
“Could you please retrieve some of my hot chocolate for Victoria and myself? We will be in here.” Willy said, pointing towards his room. The Oompa Loompa nodded and ran off as fast as he had arrived.
“I hope you don’t mind drinking in my room, chocolate stains are just so hard to get out of pink sheets.” Wonka said with a grin as he opened his door for Victoria.
Wonkas room as even more grandiose than the one he gave to Victoria. Everything was done in warm shades of brown and red, and some of the furniture, especially the canopy bed, looked as if it were made completely out of chocolate. And, of course, the room was filled with the sweet aroma of the richest chocolate.
“Please, sit down.”
The only place to sit down was the bed, so Victoria sat on the bed and discovered with a bit of a shock that it was a waterbed. Smiling, she adjusted her weight so she wouldn’t fall backwards.
“Although you may think so, that is not really a water bed.” Wonka said, keenly, leaning against one of the bedposts.
“Don’t tell me… it’s not melted chocolate, is it?”
“Ahh you’re catching on, my dear.” Wonka said smoothly as the Oompa Loompa returned carrying a tray almost as big as he was, with two big mugs with frost on the top.
“Thank you so much, Jubjub!” Wonka said to the Oompa Loompa and took the trey from him. Jubjub quickly scurried off back to wherever he came from. Wonka handed Victoria one of the mugs and took the other for himself.
Victoria plunged her nose into the mug, and closed her eyes, taking a long drink of the cocoa. It was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. She actually heard herself moan as she felt the hot liquid run down her thought and give her the most secure, loving feeling she’d ever felt deep within. When she finally opened her eyes, Willy was staring at her curiously, and she realized she had been clutching her mug a big too hard. Embarrassment swept over her face. “I.. um.. it’s…. really…”
Wonka grinned. “It’s alright. I enjoy seeing how much people like my chocolate.” He said, and put his hand on her knee.
“It’s just so.. delicious…” Victoria muttered in the midst of another gulp. Willy focused his attention back on his mug and drank a bit, his attention filling the other spaces of the room, until he realized Victoria had fallen back on his bed with the most complacent look on her face. He put his half-drunken mug on the bedside table and took hers, placing it beside his own.
Victoria giggled and looked up at Willy, who was leaning over her, looking her deep in the eyes. “I think you’ve had enough, silly.” She giggled again. He was close enough to her that she could feel his hot breath on her neck. “What an odd affect it had on you, though. Very curious…”
Victoria reached into the pocket of her dressing gown and pulled out the golden condom, holding it up to his face. “Willy, why was it a golden condom?”
“Well, surely you can figure that out, dear.” He looked at the condom and then trailed his gaze back to her. “Would you like for me to show you?”
Victoria blushed deeply and confusion griped her- but she nodded to Wonka, despite herself. ‘Of course I would! What’s the harm, anyway?’
Willy wrinkled his nose in a smile and sat up, slowly peeling off his maroon colored dressing robe and tossing it aside. Victoria still lay there seemingly paralyzed- half from excitement and half of the growing tension of the situation she was in.
Now, Wonka had disrobed down to his pair of maroon trousers, and he was slowly untying the loose knot at the front of her dressing gown. Soon it was but a pile surrounding her, as they held each other in a tight embrace, his serpent like tongue tangling his hers.
She ran her hands down his back as he fondled her though the thin cloth of her camisole, which gave her little protection from the sharp sting that was sent though her spine at the feel of his cold fingers tweaking her erect nipples. Wonka quickly grew weary of this foreplay, and wanting to begin something else, sloppily suckled her neck, every so often giving it the tiniest of nips with his eerie, flawless teeth. Victoria moaned slightly at the feeling, but Willy would just mouth “mmm” periodically, as though he were enjoying a tasty treat.
Victoria was feeling quite hot, and started to tug on the back of Wonkas trousers in anticipation. Feeling the tug, he looked up from the task at hand, to see Victorias face rather flushed and her body writhing beside him. He decided that he must continue onwards, first by removing that pesky sleeping-gown of hers.
He grabbed the short material up from the bottom, around her thighs, and gathered it up until it went completely over her head and into a pile on the velvety floor. Victoria was completely naked now, her body rocking slightly with the motion of his chocolate-bed. ‘Maybe I ought to have worn something under this.’ Victoria thought to herself suddenly. ‘Wearing nothing underneath makes me act like I was expecting this, or something….” Her unnecessary thoughts of reservation would have continued on if Wonka hadn’t given her one of his looks and kissed her cheek, as if he knew what she was thinking.
Now Wonka was on top of her, his experienced tongue leaving a zigzag trail from her neck, across her shoulder blade, down her arm, (following the veins, particularly) taking a little bite of her wrist, and then placed a warm kiss in the palm of her hand. Victoria shivered at the unexpected sensation. He traced his tongue back down her wrist, and kissed her there. He came back up, and placed a kiss in the middle of her chest, quickly trailing his tongue down and kissing her in-between her breasts. He wrapped a long hand around each of her them and vigorously attacked her nipples with his tongue.
Victoria moaned. She was growing weak with anticipation. She combed her fingers though Wonkas, now, messy tuft of hair as he molded her breasts in his hands. Soon, when he felt as though he could taunt her no more, he moved down farther, in-between her shuddering legs
He lashed his tongue out like a whip at her swollen clit, and she gasped in pleasure, arching her back into him. He massaged her with is tongue, while he gently inserted his fingers into her. Slowly he started to go faster, his two fingers now completely inside her, and rubbing her spot back and forth. Victoria moaned loudly, and, grabbing a fistful of crimson-colored sheets she orgasmed. Willy lapped it up greedily, slightly moaning himself.
Victoria lay there panting, as Wonka came back up from his task and lurched over her again, looking her in the eyes. He smirked and grabbed the golden condom from beside her as she had dropped it sometime within the last couple of minutes. He wasted no time before diligently removing his trousers to reveal his stiff manhood to Victoria. He unwrapped the golden condom, tossing the packaging somewhere on the floor. The condom itself was golden as well, in a strange, opaque, sparkly kind of way, but Victoria couldn’t really care less.
Wonka put the condom on, it’s color clashing greatly with the overall pallor of his flesh, and leaned over to kiss Victoria again. It was a long passionate kiss that left them both out quite of breath afterwards. Holding Victoria close, Wonka slowly slid into her. Immediately, he grazed her bundle of nerves and made her moan loudly. The chocolate bed began to rock slowly, assisting with their motion as Willy began to thrust slowly in and out of Victoria.
Faster and faster he pumped, as their moans started to become more and more frantic. Victoria arched her back into him, as they rocked with his chocolate bed. Finally, Wonkas passion heightened to its highest point, as he thrust into her deeply. Arching his back, he came letting out a long moan of pleasure.
Soon after that, Victoria came again, as well. “Wonka!” She moaned, falling back on the chocolate bed in bliss. Wonka lay down beside her, holding her gently and kissing her softly until they both fell deep asleep.
Victoria awoke the next morning feeling wonderful. She sat up and stretched. Suddenly she noticed at Wonka wasn’t there. She looked around the chocolate room to find it completely deserted. Next to her on the bed, however, was a peculiar box.
The box was long and rectangular, wrapped in a shiny purple paper and decorated with a fancy golden “W” on the front. Victoria opened it curiously to discover it full of crudely shaped chocolates that looked as if they hadn’t had time to cool before they were stuck in the box. They were all different shapes, mostly stars. Victoria was about to take one when she noticed a note taped to the bottom of the lid.
The note read, “Dearest Victoria; Thank you for your most gracious help with my newest creation. Although before I go any farther in explanation, I feel as though I must remind you that I told you not to call me Wonka!…”
Victoria chuckled, taking one of the chocolates and tossing it in her mouth as she continued to read Wonkas note in the middle of his chocolate bedroom.
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If anyone wants to know, I consumed a box of rainbow Easter Nerds, the purple, er… grape, pouch of a Lik-m-aid, and a box of Gobstoppers while writing this fic (All Wonka candies, if you didn’t get my point. ^^; And, no, I didn’t eat this all in the same night! ^^;;;)
Anyway, I hope you liked it. It ended up being longer than I anticipated, but I guess it isn’t too bad. Please review. ~<3
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