The Chocolate Factory

Brett saw the ad in the classified section of the daily paper.

FREE TOURS OF CHOCOLATE FACTORY. NO APPOINTMENT NEEDED

Partly out of curiosity and partly because of his love for chocolate, he got in his car and drove to where the factory was located. He parked his car and went inside to the front office. A fantastic looking blonde, very well endowed in the cleavege department, looked up at him.

"may I help you?"

"I'd like to take the tour" Brett said, wondering what went on in a candy factory.

"Oh! OK. Let me get the supervisor for you." The girl disappeared into the office and reappeared a few minutes later with a drop dead gorgeous redhead.

"This is the supervisor Tammy." With that, Tammy took Brett by the hand and was leading him into a meeting room where five other young men sat, apparently also awaiting a tour.

"Ok gentlmen, you can follow me now."

Brett eagerly followed Tammy, along with the other guys, into the double doors to the factory.

Tammy lead them along, explaining what the huge machines were and what they did. They then came to a locked room that Tammy unlocked for them.

"This, boys, is our special room. Where extra special chocolates are made." They followed her into the room and immediatly the door was slammed behind them by two large Amazon looking women. Tammy turned around with an evil smile on her face.

"This is where we make chocolate covered cherries and malted milk balls." she said with a laugh. The men, including Brett, could not respond, for they had been breathing not the aroma of chocolate, but a sweet smelling nerve gas.

With that, the men were stripped of their clothes and loaded onto a large conveyor belt. They couldn't move for the nerve gas had paralized them. But they were still fully aware of what was happening to them. Tammy pushed a button and the conveyor started moving with a jerk. Brett noticed in front of him there was a large claw with sharp teeth. Helplessly, he watched as the claw opened up and clamped down on his balls. Unable to make a sound, he screamed in his mind. The claw deposited his severed twins, ball sack and all, into a giant vat of boiling chocolate.

Next, Brett came upon a series of blades. Just as his dinker was underneath the blades, they came down, one right after another, and severed his dick and diced it into little pieces. A seperate conveyor took the dick pieces into a giant oven and closed the door as his dick roasted. Once they were completely roasted, they exited the other side where they were coated in chocolate.

After the men were relieved of their family jewels, they were then hynotized and told they would not remember any of this. Then they were instructed to leave the plant.

The next day, Brett woke up dazed. That was the most fucked up dream I ever had, he thought. He pulld the blanket off of himself and saw he had no goodies left. Panicking, he started to pick up the phone to call the police and noticed a box with a red ribbon around it on his nightstand. He opened it and saw that it was a box of chocolates. on the lid there was a note.

Dear Kind Sir,

Just thought you'd like to be the first one to sample our newest candy, chocolate covered penis pieces and chocolate covered testicles, curtesy of you.

Enjoy!!

Tammy.