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Returns and Despair	By : semisweetandnuts Category: A through F > Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Views: 3511 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Willy was standing in the inventing room, experimenting. He was very busy, because his latest invention had to be ready for the market by Christmastime. It was national gluttony, a treat composed of all Christmas treats put together, but he couldn’t seem to get the balance quite right. Always too much pomandars and too little mulled wine, while the subtle marzipan and peppermint stick flavours were quite delicate. Suddenly, he heard footsteps much heavier than any Oompa-Loompas and spun around.
Only to face his nemesis.
Who was tall and skinny alright, but no more tall and skinny than many boys his age. He looked pale, vaguely sickly, as from too many nights spent in front of the screen with Jolt Cola his only source of nourishment.
“M... Mike Teavee!” Willy whispered, drawing his breath and dropping the glass vial he was holding. And Mike was not alone. On either side of him stood Violet and Veruca with their arms crossed, looking determined to get their way no matter what, period. Violet was not violet, she looked like an all-American beauty pageant contestant, and Veruca had the chilly beauty of a model in a fashion ad featuring English tweed, fox hunting and afternoon tea in the mansion.
Willy looked desperately at each of them and settled for Mike again. He seemed like their leader. Always go for the leader.
“How did you get in here?” he asked.
“Easy,” Mike said, “I just had to break into your security system, override your instructions and order it to open the gates. It was a little more complicated than Pentagon’s, it had its little eccentric irregularities, but I was expecting that and it was still a piece of cake of course.” He had not laid off the constant aggressive tone of his voice.
“You... you... mumbler!” Willy blurted out.
“That weak defence doesn’t work anymore.” Mike said, “I’m tall enough to sit on your head now.”
Indeed he was, Willy had to tilt his head slightly to look him in the face (not that he wanted too), which he decidedly didn’t like, gosh darn it, he was strutting around in heels supervising three inch workers for a reason.
Mike offset the balance further by pushing him on the chest, testosterone-pumped juvenile delinquent style, making him lose his balance and land on his bottom. It hurt.
“What do you want?” Willy demanded with his index finger raised, “Money? Candy? I’m sure we could reach an agreement...” Recalling that Mike didn’t even like his chocolate made him really have to restrain himself to keep up the reasonable tone.
“Revenge.” Mike said, “You sadist freak. We have come to pay you back.”
“Where it hurts the most.” Veruca said, and Willy could almost see her wield a riding crop although she was, in fact, not.
Willy opened his mouth and raised his index finger again to protest, but Mike was already straddling him, unzipping his army pants and forcing his dick inside Willy’s mouth. Willy immediately switched on the autopilot, hoping the whole thing would be over as soon as possible so that he could repress it all like he had successfully repressed so many other memories. He just sat there with his hands resting vulnerably palms up on the floor.
“Rubber gloves.” Violet said.
“Kinky.” Veruca said.
Willy could not see what they were doing, shutting his eyes as tightly as possible, but he could feel the strange sensation of some moist, mushy warmth through his rubber gloves. It felt just like the phlegm brulee in the makings, except that this moist, mushy warmth was squeezing his hands against the floor so hard the bones ached, moving and making his finger slide through crevices and openings. He could hear the girls moaning as from a distance.
When Mike ejaculated in his mouth the shock made him open his eyes. Was this it? Was he going to die now? A cunning plan to make him choke to death? But he swallowed and survived and Mike withdrew, letting him draw a deep, desperate breath ending in a lot of coughing.
“I want to sit on his face now.” said Veruca sadistically and rose from the hand she had been sitting on until now, leaving it all slimy and gleaming. She pushed him down so that he lay flat on his back and he let it happened and closed his eyes again as she straddled his face, facing his feet.
Violet had left his other hand and was unbuttoning his pants.
“Look!” she called out, “The pervert actually likes it! Just look at him! Perhaps we have to think of a better punishment...” But she did nothing of the kind, she just mounted him. Willy could feel himself slide inside of her, a feeling he had never, ever felt before. And yet it was sweet as candy. And somehow Veruca sitting on his face was sweet too, although he couldn’t quite figure out why someone sitting on your face, making it gooey all over and hardly letting you breathe would be sweet. The taste wasn’t all that bad, but it wasn’t that good either, so that wasn’t it.
“Boy, is he good at licking.” said Veruca.
“And he has a long, hard candy stick too.” said Violet.
“Darling, I want Willy Wonka.” said Veruca.
“But Veruca, dear, you have many marvellous pets.” said Violet, giggling.
“I only have the gardener and the cleaning lady and the stable girl and the mailman and the milkman and the maid and the cook and the butler and you, I want Willy Wonka!”
“Alright then, but you’ll have to share him with me.” Violet said.
“It’s a deal.”
Willy could hear the two girls kissing. Then he felt the strangest sensation down his spine and quivering in his balls and he had an orgasm. The first that didn’t happen in his sleep.
When the girls had had enough and rose to get dressed he was still overwhelmed.
“Please. Stay.” he said, barely audibly.
The three youths looked at each other.
“It’s a shame, really, but it will hurt him more.” Veruca said, “I guess I will have to make do with the gardener and the cleaning lady and the stable girl and the mailman and the milkman and the maid and the cook and the butler and Violet.”
They nodded determinedly at one another and left.
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