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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story is part of the Flash of Desire Tournament
- Theme: Lucky Charms
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Golden Buttons
„You got it?“
“Sure thing” Rafaela said, holding up the chimney broom and bucket. “It’s not like it’s difficult, boss”
“With you youngsters it’s better to double check. Who knows what InstaTok or Youbook brainrot is going around again.” Master Wolff said with a grin before he barked: “Move! We haven’t got all day!”
Rafaela spun on her heel and sped out of the boiler room with a smile. Wolff wasn’t that old, but old fashioned to a fault. A bear of a man, sporting a moustache to make Kaiser Wilhelm envious, and clad in traditional chimney sweep attire down to the last thread. And as his apprentice she wore the same black outfit with gold buttons and top hat. And she loved the anachronistic look in a modern world.
She quickly made her way up the stairs to the flat of one Simon Hartmann and rang the bell. The middle aged man that opened the door was absolutely unremarkable. Except for his beaming smile that made the hairs on her neck rise.
“Yes?”
“Good morning mister Hartmann. Surely house management informed you that we do maintenance on the heating systems. The maintenance hatch is located in your hallway and I require five minutes of access. May I come in?”
“Yes, of course. Come in”
Hartmann stepped aside. She immediately spotted the hatch and walked into the hallway. Shelves to either side where heavily laden with trinkets. It took a few seconds for her to realise that many of them where commonly considered to bring luck. Four-leaved clovers, horseshoes, a rabbit's foot and many more. Apparently a collector of sorts.
“That’s a big horseshoe there” she said, pointing at one of the shelves.
“Oh yes. Very lucky find. Must have been quite the draft horse that lost it.
She opened the hatch and quickly got to work while Hartmann watched, still with that creepy overly happy smile on his face. Within minutes she had cleared several dustpans worth of soot from the chimney.
“By the way, did you know…” Hartmann began.
“That rubbing a chimney sweeps buttons is considered to bring luck?” she finished. “Yes. Yes I do. That titbit of information starts to be annoying once you hear it for a thousand times.”
If people were really nice she granted them a quick rub of her golden buttons. But Hartmann started to creep her out.
“Don’t worry, I will be done any second now” she said to bridge the uncomfortable silence that followed. And she was slammed into the wall. Before her brain processed what had happened her arm was twisted onto her back and she was pinned between him and the wall. “What are you!?!...HEEEEELmpff…”
Her scream was cut short by his hand clamping over her mouth. She started twisting, kicking and stomping. She was stronger than Hartmann thought possible, barely able to hold her. But he did. With her free hand she scratched his but he withstood the pain.
“I knew I would get Lucky one day!” he hissed “This is a sign”
Her jacket was ripped open along with the shirt underneath. She never stopped fighting but eventually he groped her exposed breasts. Panic rose in her. His hand wandered down between her legs and firmly grasped her crotch.
“Gonna get me some luck from rubbing that special button!”
His voice was dripping with lecherous desire. She felt the warm, wet touch of his tongue on her cheek. And his hard cock on her ass.
With a violent jerk of her entire body she threw him off for a fraction of a second. Her teeth sank into his hand and drew blood. Another more violent struggle ensued, with him trying to get his hand free. When he did he slammed her against the wall again. And again, and again. She was screaming like a banshee. Equal part fury and fear. She kicked down one of his shelves. The whole damn house must have heard the commotion by now.
“Shut up, god damnit!” he screamed at her, before just shoving her into the still standing shelves. That knocked the wind out of her and she fell to the floor along with his trinkets.
Hartmann looked down at his bleeding hand. He was dripping crimson all over the floor. Rafaela groaned but it sounded more like another scream that did not yet fully work again. “Fucking whore! Shut up, or I will make you shut up!”
She tried to scream again. Apparently someone forgot to add the quit when they put her together. Then she whirled around and lashed out with her arm. Every bit of strength she had went into this movement. Quick as a striking snake…
And the big horseshoe broke Hartmanns nose when it hit him. As tears blinded him he howled in pain. She threw more things after him, but none as effective. He could hear her trying to get up. Somewhere in the house neighbours where shouting. And then that goddamn banshee wail again.
He forced his eyes open and roared: “SHUT U…mmmpfff”
With a metallic clatter she had thrown the soot bucket into his face. He stepped on one of her golden buttons and slipped on the tiled floor. Hartmann fell hard into the mirror hanging on the end of the hallway. Dealing with the filth in his mouth he barely registered the cuts.
But she was not done yet. Her work boot stomped down onto his cock and balls…
Rafaela let out a final scream and then her legs gave out. Fear, shock an fury crashing down on her. The smartwatch on her wrist was beeping to warn of high heart rate. While tears rolled down her cheeks she started to laugh. A strange feeling of pride filled her. Hartmann was a pathetic sight now. Coughing, retching, vomiting,bleeding. Face covered in dirt.
That was her handiwork!
Her eye caught one of the buttons Hartmann had ripped off.
“Good luck explaining this” she mumbled before awkwardly bolting for the door…
