The Ticket Master | Rough, Non-con, Blowjob, Redhead, Rape, Creampie

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Holly was sat on an empty platform, at an empty train station. Her watch read 11:56 PM, and she was regretting having that stupid argument with her Mum. Okay, she had trampled dirt onto the living room carpet after Mum had just cleaned it, but it was an accident, there was no need for Mum to go berserk over it.

‘Fuck you!’ Holly had screamed, slamming the front door in her mother’s furious face. It was the first time Holly had swore at her mother in the eighteen years she’d been alive, but she was pissed and needed to get away from her house and her family. The dirt on the carpet was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Weeks upon weeks of arguing about chores and playing music too loud. Weeks of arguing about nothing.

Holly was fed up.

She was going to go to London and stay with her friend Jessica for a few days. Cool off, have some fun in the city, and come home.

It didn’t work out that way.

She used up all of her money getting a bus to the train station. She lived in a rural town and the bus took an hour to get to the station, and that was on a good day. After the bus journey, it was 11:34 PM. There was no going back now, the bus she had arrived on was the last of the night.

*Okay,* Holly thought to herself, *Just got to get your train pass out.* She reached into her small handbag. The feeling of horror rushed over her like a tidal wave.

She had forgotten her train pass. It was a student pass, making all trains in the region free. She must have left it in her bedroom.

*Fuck.* She turned, the bus she had arrived had gone, it’s tail lights disappearing into the foggy night. *I’m fucked.* She couldn’t get home, and the price for a train ticket was much more than she had in her bank account.

She went and sat down on the platform. A train was about to depart. A few stragglers boarded just on time before it sped out of the station, leaving Holly in near silence.

Her watch read 11:43 PM. She was going to have to ring her Mum. *Shit.* She was going to have to apologise for the argument and plead with her to come and pick her up. She pulled her phone out of her pocket.

The screen didn’t come on.

She pressed it again.

Nothing.

‘Fuck. No, no, no. Come on.’

It was out of power. She was going to charge before the argument, she had completely forgotten about it.

Her head fell into her hands. She started to cry.

Holly sat there until 12:05 AM. She was alone on the cold and dark train platform. *Am I gonna have to sleep here?*

She had an idea. The ticket office would have a phone she could use. She stood up and looked around, no one was around. The ticket office was just down the platform a little bit. As she walked she noticed how dirty and messy the station was. Litter and trash were strewn across the concrete. She felt isolated and vulnerable.

The ticket office was a small box, a buzzing light emitted from the inside. A man sat at the window. His name tag said “Dave”.

Dave was in his 50s, average height, a bit overweight, with a salt and pepper beard surrounding a round face. He looked up.

‘Can I help you, dear?’ His voice was coarse.

‘Uh,’ Holly was scared, for some unknown reason, ‘My phone is dead… and I’ve got no money.’

‘Oh, you poor thing.’ The words coming out of his mouth were sympathetic, but his eyes were hungry, like he was looking over his next meal.

‘Yeah, I had an argument with my Mum, and I’m alone…’ Holly broke off. The tears started again. ‘Can I just use your phone to ring my Mum?’

He smiled something evil. ‘I’m sorry, dear. But the phone belongs to the train line. And, it’s against company policy to let anyone other than employee’s use it.’

‘What…’ She was confused. ‘Please, Mister.’

‘I’m sorry, dear. There’s nothing I can do for you.’ He looked her straight in the eyes. ‘Unless…’

‘What?’ Her voice cracked.

‘Unless you can do something for me.’

She looked away. She felt scared.

He came close to the glass, and even though the station was empty, he whispered, ‘You come in here… and we have a little fun together.’

Holly took a step back. ‘Mister, I don’t think…’

‘Why not?’ He looked left and then right, ‘What else are you gonna do?’

*He’s right.* Holly hated it, but she had nowhere to go. She was far from home in the country. She was scared and lonely… but had no choice.

‘O-okay.’ She said, timidly. *What am I doing?*

‘Good.’ He giggled coarsely. He stood up and unlocked the door, held it open for her. ‘Come on in.’

She slowly walked past him. He was at least two foot taller than her. As she went past he stroked a lock of her hair.

‘I love redheads.’ He whispered.

A shiver shot down Holly’s spine.

He shut the door behind them, turned a lock.

*Shit, no getting out now.* The ticket box was small and cramped. A desk chair, a desk, a computer. A phone. She needed the phone.

He went over to the window where they had been talking previously. He pulled down a curtain, sealing them in together. Holly’s heart was in her throat, she was shaking. He noticed her fear, and smiled. ‘Have you ever done anything like this before?’

Holly shook her head.

‘You a virgin?’

She shook her head again.

‘Oh, really.’ He stepped closer. ‘Bet you’re a real slut. You act all innocent and docile,’ He rubbed his crotch, ‘But you’re actually a cock hunger whore.’

‘Please, mister, I-’

‘Quiet.’ He snapped. ‘You’ll only speak when spoken too. And… you’ll call me daddy.’

Holly opened her mouth to speak.

‘Say, “Okay, Daddy.”’

A moment passed. ‘Okay, daddy.’ Her voice was a squeak.

‘Good slut.’ He sat down on his chair, swivelling to it to face her. ‘Undress. Now.’

Holly did as she was told. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the pink crop top below. His breathing got heavier. She kicked her trainers off, underneath she had thigh-high black socks, she went to pull them down.

‘No.’ He said. ‘Keep the socks on. Makes you look cute.’

Holly didn’t reply, just nodded. She had a black mini skirt on. She undid the zipper and slipped out of it. She was wearing blue panties, with pictures of cartoon kittens on them, her mum had given her them for Christmas.

‘Don’t forget the top.’ The ticket master started to rub at his crotch. Holly noticed the large bulge that had appeared. She lifted her arms and pulled the crop top over her shoulders. She was wearing a pink bra.

‘What size tits have you got?’

She hesitated, ‘30A.’

‘30A?…’

‘30A, daddy.’ Holly looked at her feet.

‘Quite small.’ He sniffed. ‘No matter. You’ll make up for it, using your mouth.’

Holly looked away. *I’m actually going to do this?*

‘Take your bra off.’ He said.

Holly unhooked the bra, let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were small, but perky. Her nipples were hard from the cold breeze.

‘The panties.’ He ordered.

She didn’t want him to see her pussy. *Why not? He’s seen everything else.* But she still hesitated.

‘The panties, slut. Now.’

She hooked her thumbs into the panties and pulled them down. A small, faint, patch of red hair sat in between her legs. She kicked the panties into the pile of clothes near the door.

*Oh god! What am I doing?* Holly stood naked, in front of a man old enough to be her father.

‘You’re a pretty little slut.’ He said, stroking his bulge. ‘Say it. Say “I’m a pretty little slut.”’

‘I’m a pretty little slut.’ The words tasted dirty in her mouth.

‘Come here.’ He gestured in between his big legs. ‘On your knees.’

Holly did as she was told. Moved towards him, got on her knees. It wasn’t exactly comfortable. He unzipped his trousers and moved his boxers aside.

His cock popped out, semi-hard. It was about six inches long, thick, and uncut. A few greying hairs poked out at the base. Holly tried not to look at it.

‘Stroke it. Now, slut.’ He said.

Holly took his dick in her small hand. It was warm and veiny. She started to stroke it slowly, from the base to the purplish head. The Ticket Master moaned slightly. He sat up slightly and pulled his trousers down to his feet, he did the same to his boxers. Half-naked, he started caressing Holly’s shoulders and arms. He studied her perfect porcelain skin.

Holly tried to ignore him. *Just make him cum. The quicker he cums the quicker I can call Mum and get the fuck out of here.*

His hand moved slowly up past her shoulder to her hair. He took a handful of her auburn locks and forcefully pushed her head down to his throbbing cock.

‘Suck my cock, whore.’ He demanded.

*Here we go.* Holly parted her lips slightly and slid his head between her lips. The salty taste of his pre-cum filled her head. She swirled her tongue around the tip, continuing to stroke his shaft with her hand.

‘Deeper.’

She opened her mouth more to allow more of him in, but could only handle three or so inches. She started to bob up and down on his dick, saliva started to drip down to his balls. He placed both of his hands on the back of her small head and pushed her down.

‘All of it, slut.’ He said. ‘Swallow my cock.’

His strong arms kept her head down. *I can’t breathe.* He started to move his hips up and down, shoving the cock deeper and deeper into her tight throat. *Fuck, I can’t breathe.*

‘Yeah, that’s good.’ He moaned like a wild animal. He let her go.

Holly caught her breath. She coughed up a mix of spit and pre-cum on to the floor. But before she knew it, he pushed her back as he sprang to his feet. She looked small on her knees, he towered above her.

‘I didn’t say stop. Keep sucking, slut.’ He moved closer to hair and pushed her face into his crotch. She let him into her mouth again. He shoved his dick down her throat, catching her by surprise.

‘Yeah, that’s it, bitch.’ He started thrusting into her mouth. ‘You like being facefucked? Huh? Bet you do.’ His thrusts got more violent, and Holly started to gag, the thick saliva dripping from her mouth on to her tiny tits. She felt this cock start to twitch.

*Okay. This is it. Just cum already.*

The twitching continued as he moaned.

*Just cum. Come on, please.*

He pulled out of her throat, Holly coughed up pre-cum again.

He laughed, ‘You think I was gonna cum so soon? When I haven’t even fucked you yet?’

*Fuck me?* Holly thought, and started to say ‘Mister, I don’t-’

‘You wanna use the phone or not?’

Holly didn’t say anything, just looked away and swiped her abused mouth.

‘That’s what I thought, slut.’ He moved over and got on his knees in front of her. ‘Get on your back.’

Holly did as she was told. She lay down on the dirty carpet of the ticket box, disgusted with herself. The Ticket Master shuffled closer and forced her legs open with his knees. He placed his large hands on the floor at the sides of her head, his face was inches from hers. She closed her eyes and looked away from the evil eyes and smirk. He took hold of his dripping cock and rubbed it against her inner thigh, an inch or so away from her teen pussy. He moved higher, just barely touching her opening.

‘You’re wet, you know?’ He laughed. ‘That’s ‘cos you’re a cock hungry slut.’

He forced his cock into her, splitting her open.

Holly let out a scream, half pain, and half unwanted pleasure. *It doesn’t feel good. You don’t like this,* she kept telling herself, though she knew it was a lie.

He started thrusting hard into her teen body, grunting like a savage animal forcibly taking a mate. It felt like a jackhammer, pounding her insides.

‘You’re so fucking tight, slut.’ He spoke each word in between a vigorous thrust. ‘Tell me how much you like daddy’s cock.’

Holly didn’t say anything. Her mind was in a limbo between pain and pleasure. The Ticket Master raised a hand and delivered a hard slap to her cheek. This brought her back to the moment, back to her body being violated.

‘Tell me how much you enjoy my cock.’ He basically screamed.

‘I love your cock daddy,’ Tears poured down her face.

‘Good slut.’

He pulled out. Her pussy was swollen, and she knew she would have bruises on her upper thighs tomorrow.

*Did he cum? Oh god, he isn’t done yet.*

The Ticket Master grabbed her tiny body with both hands and roughly turned her around, placing her on her belly. The carpet was coarse against her face. A mark from her violator’s slap had appeared on her cheek, turning the pale skin red.

He mounted her from behind, his cock rubbing up against her pussy. He forced himself into her again, no regard for the pain she was feeling. His whole weight was on top of her, crushing her into the floor. She could feel his breath on the side of her face, behind her ear, his monster-like grunts penetrating her ear like his cock did her pussy.

Wet slaps echoed through the ticket box, his hips bouncing off her firm ass.

He laughed in her ear, ‘You’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow, whore.’ His grunts got faster and wilder.

*He’s gonna cum! Thank god,* she thought, then, *Wait, he can’t cum inside me…*

‘I’m gonna fill you up.’ He said, grunting hard. His thrusts got more violent, his balls slapped against her lower pussy. He moaned in her ear and gave one more brutal thrust…

Holly felt his load explode into her. His cock was all the way in, twitching, and with each twitch rope of cum shot into her innocent body, filling her up. He groaned, still cumming.

The Ticket Master went limp on top of her, his breathing was heavy. ‘Good slut.’

He pushed himself off her and stood up. Holly lay on the ground, shaking, pussy throbbing.

The Ticket Master started getting dressed. ‘Get up. Use the phone. Call Mummy to come pick you up. Fuck off.’

Holly got to her feet, limped to the phone. Started to dial her Mum’s number. It took a few seconds for her Mum to answer.

‘Holly? Is that you?’ She said.

‘Yeah.’ Holly croaked, her throat sore from the rough blowjob.

‘Where are you? I’ve been worried sick.’

‘I’m at the train station.’ She held back more tears. ‘Can you come pick me up… I have no money.’

‘Of course, I’m on my way now. I’m sorry about snapping at you before. It was stupid. I’ll see you soon, love you.’

‘Love you too, Mum.’ Holly’s voice broke on the final word. She put the phone down. She turned to The Ticket Master. He was dressed, and had his phone in his hand. It was aimed at Holly.

‘What are you… What are you doing?’

He laughed, ‘Just taking a few photos of my cum slut.’

‘Stop it.’ She pleaded. ‘Delete them…’

‘Hmm…’ He smirked, ‘No. I don’t think I will.’

He laughed again, moved to the door, unlocked it, and left into the cold night.

*Creep has pictures of me,* she hated him, *He’s gonna be wanking over them.* She forced the images out of her mind and got dressed. Crop top and blouse first, then her panties. Cum leaked down her inner thigh.

‘Fuck.’ She wiped it away, *Hope Mum doesn’t notice.* She finished getting dressed and left the ticket box.

She went back to where she was sitting before, the bench on the platform. She sat down. Her watch read 1:16 PM.

*Did this actually just happen?* She was disgusted with herself. She could feel his seed inside her. Holly looked around the dark, empty platform…

The Ticket Master was nowhere to be seen.

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