All Things Considered

All things considered, there were worse ways to awaken then tied to a marshmallow bed in a chocolate room. Alice found herself on her stomach, her arms stretched up away from her, tied securely at an unseen source. Her legs were restrained similarly. She took some small comfort that her naked body was covered by a light blanket.

Although the bed was a brightly lit island, the room was still shadowy brown. Craning her neck, she couldn’t make out any figures. Alice sighed, her brain still addled from the drugged cocoa, unable just yet to feel panicked. That began to change as long, cool fingertips traced up the back of one thigh, raising goose pimples on her flesh through the sheet.

“Very nice,” drawled the candy maker. “You’ve showing a great deal of promise, my little buttercup. Let’s see just how far we can get today.”

Alice couldn’t help herself, she burst into tears. “Please, let me go, please! What do you want?”

“What do I want? I thought that would be obvious by now. I want you, your glorious little self.” He moved around the bed into her field of vision. She could see he seemed to be carrying some sort of candy ball on a strap.

“This,” he explained, “Is an Everlasting Gobstopper. You can suck it and suck it forever and it never gets any smaller. A very useful thing.” Without warning, he popped the ball into her mouth and fastened the straps around the back of her head. “Comfy? Goooooooooood. I gave it the right name, after all”

Alice tossed her head, struggling to push the candy out of her mouth. Wonka tutted and fisted one gloved hand into her hair. “I know you can be a good girl, Alice. And only good girls get the special rewards.” Dropping her head, he once again disappeared from her field of vision.

She strained her ears listening for him, but the room was utterly silent. Alice jumped as something cool and wet traced along the sole of her left foot. “Mmmmmm.” Was the candy man’s only comment, his breath tickling her softly. Alice twitched as her licked her foot again. “Very responsive, excellent.”

His hands caressed her foot now, still encased in their latex gloves. Expertly, he massaged her muscles and Alice began to relax in spite of herself. He moved to her other foot and repeated the massage.

The Gobstopper in Alice’s mouth was changing flavor. It tasted of cherries, sweet off of the tree, but with a hint of bitter aftertaste. She couldn’t guess what it was until Wonka’s fingers trailed up her calf muscle and her body exploded with sensation: he had drugged her again. The sticky, gloved fingers trailed up her legs, moving the sheet away from her body. Alice began to tremble and whimper through her gag. Wonka chuckled as her massaged her buttocks. “Very responsive indeed. We will both enjoy this, little Alice.”

His hands slid away from her and she was almost disappointed with the loss of sensation. The drugs in her system made her hypersensitive; every little breath of air went straight to her groin. She whimpered again, her hips making the tiniest of involuntary circles against the marshmallow mattress.

The taste of the candy was changing again: now it was lemon, and the flavor brought with it visible swirls of color past Alice’s eyes. Now she was crying openly behind the gag, her body screaming for touch. Wonka was more than happy to oblige. Swiftly, he slid one, rubber-clad finger inside of her. Alice bucked, her orgasm coming swift and hard, surprising both of them.

“Well.” Willie Wonka sniffed. “That was unexpected. I thought we had agreed that you would be a good girl.”