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Dream Weaver	By : stminority Category: A through F > Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Views: 4165 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Just try it.”
“No!”
“Come on! Just open your mouth….”
“I don’t want to. Can’t you get an Oompa Loompa to do it? I’m too old for this, Willy.”
“What are you talking about? Of course you aren’t too old enough to try out new amazing and sensational inventions!”
“Willy……”
“I know it will only work on one hand. I’ll have to fix it to get to work for both. Now open!”
I knew I wouldn’t be able to win the argument with him. Those ever so persuading lilac eyes were always too much. He could always get his way with a simple look.
I took the gum from him and started to chew. It would just give a small alteration to my appearance, nothing too big. Well, let us hope not. As I chomped away, the fingernails on my left hand began to visibly grow longer. Willy watched with eager eyes. His smile was wide and child-like. I stopped chewing when it was obvious that they had increased, expecting them to stop the process as the gum should work, but they kept on extending. I turned my gaze to Willy, who now had a befuddled expression. We observed in silence as my nails continued to enlarge. They finally stopped, and I ended up having about four inches of a nail on each finger.
I spit the failed invention out in a nearby garbage reciprocal and stared at Willy, not amused like he appeared to be.
He raised his eyebrows and said, “Well, I guess the mixture isn’t quite right yet, is it?”
“Willy!”
“I’m terribly sorry, Charlie. I thought for sure I had it right.”
“What am I going to do now?”
“You could always paint them different colors to look nice!”
I glared at him, returning my attention back to my hands. “They’re quite sharp. Like what a knife would be like.”
“Really? That’s weird.”
“Are we finished for the day? I want to get to bed.”
“Yes! We are! Scoot! Scoot! We’ll figure out what to do with those things tomorrow. Till then, don’t hurt yourself, kay?”
“I’ll try not.”
I headed off to my quarters and collapsed onto my bed. One of my nails made contact with my face and cut my cheek. It made me extremely surprised as I wiped blood away. I didn’t think they were that sharp.
As I lay awake, Willy entered into my thoughts. After a hard day’s work, he always seemed to. It wasn’t anything new. I liked to think about him. He’s a great man, a bit eccentric, but I knew that when I first met him. He’s such a good friend. I love him. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to him. I hope he never goes away. I don’t think I’d know what to do with the factory if he left.
I reached over and picked up the white bottle on my bedside table. I removed two pills, popped them into my mouth, put the bottle back, and took a drink from the cup beside it. Swallowing was a bit difficult because the tablets were large, but I had grown used to it by then. It was some of Willy’s special “medication” that I used to help me sleep better. And it conjured up some of the most outrageous dreams, which I enjoyed.
They were fast-acting, and I soon fell asleep.
****
Sneaky. Silent. Covert. Quick.
I travel to his rooms cloaked with the darkness of the corridors like a demon from the underworld.
I have it all planned.
The keys clink together as I search for the right one.
“Let’s find the key,” I whisper. Just like him. “Nope, not that one.”
After about five tries, I finally get the door unlocked. I enter and shut it quietly behind me.
I am prepared.
I’ve never been in this room before. It’s just as I always imagine it though. I make my way to the bedroom and let myself in. I shut that door as well and lock it. The curtains are open, and moonlight pours into the room through the window. I like this lighting. It is perfect.
He is sleeping peacefully with a smile on his face. Now that I see him this way, I have to admit that he is a rather attractive man. I stare at him for several minutes before finally deciding that I’ll add that to my plan.
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Time could be non-existent right now for all I care. It has no meaning. Well, as long as I execute everything I want before the night is up.
Done. And……Done. So tight are those knots. Only I would be able to undo them. He hasn’t stirred but a little, which is quite surprising since I had to move him onto his back and situate his wrists.
I think it’s time to wake him up.
I straddle him and pet his cheek. “Willy…..” I call gently. “Wake up, Willy. Have I got a surprise for you.”
His eyelids flutter open slowly and he grins wearily when he sees me. The smile falters as he starts to realize something is happening. Nothing good for him.
He brings his wrists closer to his face to inspect them, and he finds that they are tied together. He looks at me with slight panic obvious in his expression, nervously laughs, and asks sweetly, “What are you doing up at this hour, Charlie? You should be getting some sleep!”
My eyes are gleaming with fire, my smile so incredibly evil; I’m unnerving him to no end. “I couldn’t sleep, Willy. Know why? Know why?”
He swallows, growing more and more frightened. “Why?” he responds tentatively.
“Because you’re still here.”
He’s confused. “What?”
“I want the factory, Willy. Now. It’s not yours anymore.”
The next thing I know, I’m ripping his pajamas off. The fabric didn’t have a chance against the long, exquisitely sharp fingernails of my left hand. Willy yells at me, tries to fight me off, but I strike his face several times with my fist and that quiets him. He continues to resist me, but not as strongly as he did a moment ago.
I love the sound of clothing being shredded.
I toss the remnants of his pajamas on the floor and pause for a minute to take in his body; what exactly I’ll be working with. He’s shaking terribly; he’s awfully terrified. Boy, he sure looks terrific nude. Is he actually real? Can I touch him? I run my palm along his leg to make sure. Yes, he’s real.
“So soft,” I coo. “This is what you look like with all those layers off. I should have done this earlier.”
His eyes are shut tightly now. I can breathe the fear coming from him. It’s a wonderful smell.
“I’ll put you to good use now. Just consider it a goodbye present for me,” I say in a rude tone.
“Charlie, I don’t understand. If you want the factory now, you can take it. I’ll just leave. You don’t have to do this. What’s with you?”
I give a small chuckle before I slap him hard. He lets out a yelp. I feel a strange tingling sensation seep through my veins. It’s good. I like it.
I’m naked. On with the plan?
He knows. He starts to writhe beneath me. That just won’t do. I slash his stomach with a fingernail, and he cries out in pain. Blood oozes from the new wound. I grab hold of his hair and yank it to make him look at me. Tears are evident in his glittering violet orbs.
“Just remain very calm,” I say slowly.
“Charlie, what’s wrong? You’re not you. What’s happened?”
“Enough chatter.”
I part his legs and shove a finger into his opening. He practically shrieks. He is so tight. Clearly he’s never been fucked this way before. I twist the digit around in discovery. Soon, I add another finger. His head is turned away from me and his face is contorted in a mixture of anguish and mortification; his mouth is open, but nothing comes out.
At last I remove my fingers. He thinks it’s over and I’m done. He could never be more wrong!
I replace my probes with my erection. I shove myself into him roughly until I’m fully within him. He wails uncontrollably.
Thrusting. One. Two. Three. Find. A. Rhythm.
And I do.
His body moves with mine. It’s so wonderful.
Is that me? Yes. Those foreign noises are coming from me. Wow.
This feels so great. And his reactions are magnificent as well. He tries to fight me. Screaming and sobbing, he’s like a broken angel. He cries tears of glass that sparkle like splendorous jewels in the moonlight. I can hear him shout my name several times, as if he’s calling out to me because he can’t believe it’s me. I pay no heed.
I jerk his arms above his head and hold them there. Our bodies grind against one another. I can feel his chest heave up and down as he pants. He’s still shaking. It’s so incredible.
Harder. Faster. Harder. Faster.
As I continue, his screams reduce themselves to defeated moans of humiliation. It’s music to my ears.
Amazing friction. Warmth.
I ejaculate with a throaty groan. He rises a little from the bed as his body stiffens. When I pull myself out of him, he collapses back onto the mattress, gasping for breath. I cackle and my eyes spot his candy cane right beside the bed.
An idea.
I retrieve it and run my hands along it. Hmmm….
His swollen, red tainted orbs stare back at me. They’re fraught with shame and sorrow. How beautiful. He awaits my next course of action in silence. A wicked smile comes to my lips and I spread his legs wide. He catches on and attempts to stop me, but I cut his stomach again and he ceases the weak attack. The gashes make an X now.
I insert the circular, black and white striped top of the cane into him. He squeals hoarsely. This is extraordinary.
A flicker of his eyes gives him away. He struggles to get something to help him, but I pound his face with my fist, and he immediately aborts the endeavor.
I proceed with my ministrations.
My mind reels from the abundant pleasure this is giving me.
I sodomize him with his own cane; using both ends of it.
The object is tossed aside when I’m through with it. He’s conquered. And exhausted.
“Now for the finish,” I say quietly.
I rake my razor-sharp nails down his chest. A choking sound comes from him. The red liquid rises from the gashes and trickles off of him to stain the sheet he rests upon. I throw him to the floor and he remains where he lands. I dress myself before going after him.
I pull him up by his hair, stare into his eyes, and hiss, “No one needs you anymore. The factory is mine.”
He shakes his head, begs me to stop, whispers my name. A small trickle of blood escapes from his mouth.
I beat him wildly.
He doesn’t stand a chance.
His flesh is being sliced.
Slit. Rip. So many lacerations.
It all slowly fades to a haze, and I can’t concentrate anymore.
****
Sunshine warmed me. I opened my eyes, stretched, and sat up. I was puzzled to find that I was waking up on the floor of my room.
I got up and did my morning routine, surprised that Willy hadn’t come by to wake me. Perhaps he was still sleeping.
I went to his quarters and went in. There were droplets of a red substance on the carpet.
“Willy?” I called. “Are you awake?” There was no answer. How neat! I was actually up before him!
I strolled to his bedroom, and as soon as I opened the door, I gagged and vomited. Willy was lying in a large puddle of blood on the floor, unmoving, and covered with wounds. I was frozen for a moment, and then finally I was able to grab a blanket from the bed and rush to him. I picked up his mutilated body and wrapped the blanket around his naked form.
“S-Someone! P-Please! Help! I need help!” I shouted.
I cradled him to me, silent tears dropped into his hair from my eyes.
“Willy? Answer me! Please!”
What happened? Who in the factory would do such a thing to this remarkable man?
I laid my hand on his wounded chest and I couldn’t breathe when I felt it move up and down ever so slightly.
“Oh my goodness. You’re alive. You’re alive! Just hold on, Willy. I’ll help you.”
I picked him up, my legs shook, but I gave everything I had and raced to the glass elevator with him in my arms.
As the elevator took flight on the track, I went deathly pale as I thought about the dream I had had the night before. I saw this happening to him.
Who did this to him? It wasn’t me, was it?
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