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"Ohshit no," Charlie cried as he buried his tears in his pillow.
"Oh yes, tonight. Tonight, just like yesterday, and the day
before that, and the day before that, and a hundred nights stretching
before that ending at the day you came to live with me. Tonight, just
like tomorrow." And with that, Willy Wonka removed his pants with a
smirk. Usually, Charlie's parents and grandparents had been forced to
watch, but Willy had killed them all and used their remains as
seasoning for a new type of candy, Scrumdidllyumptious Green Soylet
Surprise. Tonight would be Charlie's first night alone.
"Please, Mr. Wonka, please don't!" Charlie gave out one last
sob of beligerrence, but the Candyman tore off the young boy's trousers
with no senses of regret. "Let's see, what do we have hear today? Is
there a treat for me? I most certainly hope there is," said Mr.Wonka as
we delved his thumb and two fingers into Charlie's anus. Forcing them
in until they were at the knuckle, Willy moved his hand around, as if
he was searching for something. Then, his hand stopped, suddenly.
"EUREKA! I found it!" Removing his fingers, Charlie saw that
firmly clutched in Mr. Wonka's hand was an everlasting gobstopper that
Wonka had placed in there last night. Taking a lick, Mr. Wonka declared
"It tastes just as delicious as the day I made it, although I don't
know how I got so much corn on the shell formula." Wonka said the last
line with a wink at Charlie, as if he expected him to laugh.
"Oh well, time for business." And with that, Willy Wonka
dropped the gobstopper to his side and began to slide his PENIS into
Charlie's now-loose asshole. Charlie let out a small tear and he began
to grunt with every thrust. He must escape this madness. He must kill
Willy Wonka.
But there were no knives in his home, in his prison. There were
no guns or swords or matches, or anything. Everything that was needed
was done for you by an oompa-loompa.
"Charlie, in a few minutes I'm going to place this in your
mouth. I think you should like it, it's flavored with an exlusive mix
of Charlie Bucket chocolate. Thanks for not wiping, baby."
Charlie had given himself poor anal hygeiene in an attempt to
scare Wonka away, but Willy ignored it and fucked him all the same,
except now with more facials.
Charlie desperatly wanted out of this hell, and by now he was
willing to go through any plan he could in order to escape. And that's
when he saw it. Next to Wonka's shaking knees was a gobstopper. Charlie
moved his hands back as if to play with Willy, but as soon as he was
close enough, he grabbed the gobstopper and swallowed it hole. The
taste was revolting, but he had grown used to the taste and smell of
his own anal production, so it passed into his throat with no problem.
And in his throat is where it lodged.
By the time Willy Wonka had figured out Charlie was dead, he
had already came in the young child's asshole, wondering why the child
did not let loose a barage of tears telling him to pull out.
Placing his PENIS in Charlie's mouth, he noticed the boy's
flesh to be unusually cold and his tongue to be unresponsive. Fucking
him orally anyway, Willy Wonka knew exactly what to do with his
apprentice.
He called out to the worker oompa-loompas and told them to take
care of the body as they pleased, to which the oompa loompas chuckled
and exchanged mischevious smiles. At once, he signaled for the Chief
Loompa. Making motions, Wonka spoke to him.
"Another one has died."
"So, what should I do, sir?"
"Distribute the memory eraser chocolate, again,"
"And then, boss?"
"Tell the world that my factory is opening it's doors to the
public after 15 years of life as a hermit. And make sure only boys find
the gold this time."