[Read Part 1 first](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/erlcq2/the_ticket_master_rough_noncon_blowjob_redhead/)
**Again, I enjoyed writing this. Maybe I’ll do a part 3. If anyone had any ideas on what should happen next or just story ideas in general, comment or PM me.**
Holly studied herself in the bedroom mirror. In her underwear, the warm light made her pale skin radiate. Her auburn hair was loose over her small shoulders, she preferred it like that, the red strands accentuated her emerald green eyes.
*You’re pretty*, she kept telling herself over and over again. Yet she didn’t believe it. At the back of mind, a thought kept returning though she tried to keep it suppressed.
*You’re a dirty slut.*
*A whore.*
It wasn’t her own voice she heard it in, however. It was *his.* Her tormentor and violator. The man who has haunted her every time she closes her eyes to sleep or even just blink.
The Ticket Master.
He had ravaged and defiled her body. Used her like some disposable tramp, left her bruised and broken. She could still feel his big hands on the back of her head, forcing her down on to his manhood. She could still feel him inside her cunt, stretching her open. And, worse of all, she could still feel his seed in her womb. She felt like she had been ruined, a cracked shell of her former self.
*You’ll get over it*, she was lying to herself again. She moved away from the mirror, went over to the wardrobe. Her choice of clothing was a baggy red sweatshirt and a pair of yoga pants. She had stopped wearing anything that showed to much leg, the bruises on her upper thighs still hadn’t faded.
She sat down on her bed and switched her laptop on. She had an essay on Ancient Greece to finish, the deadline was in two days. Since the *incident,* she hadn’t paid much attention to her university studies. Her will to work seemed to be demolished.
She heard a knock downstairs, *The front door.* She opened her essay. *Mum will answer it.* She heard her Mum walking from the kitchen to the front door, the door opened. A hushed a voice. She couldn’t make out what either Mum or the visitor were saying. *Probably a neighbour, or Julie has come to see Mum.* The door shut.
‘Holly, there’s a delivery here for you.’ Mum shouted up. *Strange, I haven’t ordered anything.* Holly shut her laptop and stood up. *A gift from a friend? Sara? Denise? Max?* She was confused and eager to find out what was going on.
She went out on to the landing, looked down the stairs. Mum was at the bottom, holding a box. It was wrapped in red paper.
‘This has come for you,’ she held it up, ‘Fancy paper? Looks like chocolates or something? You got a secret boyfriend I don’t know about.’ Mum giggled. Holly didn’t find it funny. She rushed down the stairs and took the present from her mother.
‘Thanks for getting it. I’ll go open it in my room.’ Holly started going back up the stairs.
‘You’re not gonna tell me what it is, are you?’ Mum smiled.
‘No, I’m not.’ Holly was already shutting her bedroom door before she had finished speaking. She hopped on to her bed and examined the package. The red wrapping had images of roses repeated over it, and she couldn’t see a name or address. She held her breath and opened it.
Mum was right. A box of chocolates. Expensive looking ones too. *Who’s sending me chocolates?* He opened the box, two items fell out: A piece of paper, and a photograph. Holly took the photo and examined it.
She wanted to scream.
It was her. Naked and exhausted, after being used by that creep. She was stood next to the phone that she had called Mum on. The phone that she had been ruined for the chance to use. Her face was red, dried pre-cum and spit around her mouth. You could even see the cum dripping down her thigh from her abused pussy.
*The photos he took with his phone.* She felt the heat of tears well behind her eyes. She placed the photo down, and with a shaking hand picked up the paper. The text was scribbled in an uncomfortable scrawl.
*How’s my little* ***slut*** *doing? Don’t you just love the picture? I wonder if your mother would like to see it. See what a little* ***whore*** *you are. Or your friends at college? That innocent Holly Clyde is a cock hungry* ***bitch****. I* ***will*** *send it to every family member, friend, and teacher that you know… Unless you do something for me. Some more fun with your daddy. Meet me at the Travel Hotel, tonight, at 11:00 PM. And remember, I* ***know*** *where* ***you*** *and your* ***family*** *live.*
*Love* ***Daddy***
Holly let the paper fall from her hand. Her stomach turned, she wanted to vomit. She fell to the side of the bed, a tsunami of tears rolling down her cheeks. She put her hand to her mouth to mask her weeps. *Mum can’t hear me. She can’t hear me.*
She sat numb for half an hour. *I can’t let him do it again, I just can’t.* She held her knees and rocked back and forth. *I’ll call the police, and tell them what happened.* She shot up and grabbed her phone.
She hesitated. *He’ll release the picture.* *I’ll be known as the college slut. He knows where we live… He could hurt my family or my friends… How does he even know where our house is?* She fell back down, crying again.
After sitting anaesthetized for twenty minutes, she got to her feet. She had accepted her fate. *I have to do go.*
Holly got her shoes from the wardrobe and went downstairs, each step harder than the last, the butterflies in her stomach trying to get out.
‘I’m going out, Mum.’ She called into the kitchen. ‘I’m going to go study at Sara’s house. I’m gonna sleepover.’
‘Okay, hun.’ Her Mum called. ‘Love you.’
‘Love you.’ Holly’s voice broke from the fear as she shut the front door. The tears started again as she walked down her driveway.
The Travel Hotel was a shithole. Everyone in the town knew it. Holly was always warned to stay away from this area. Drug dealers and prostitutes were said to hang around the carpark, and as she walked into the badly lit reception as scantily clad women in high heels strolled past her. She gave Holly a reassuring look. *I’m not like you,* Holly thought, *I’m not a whore*. The woman behind the desk looked like a reanimated corpse, thin face and missing her front teeth.
‘Holly, I presume.’ The woman said, to Holly’s surprise. *How can she know…* Holly stopped in her tracks and stayed silent. The woman coughed, ‘Your Dad told me to remind you that he’s in room 34.’ Holly nodded nervously and walked down a hallway to the right. ‘Have fun, babe.’ The woman said with a knowing smirk.
The corridor was long and unpleasant. The carpet was dirty, and the off-white wallpaper was covered in brown stains. *Did he check in as father and daughter? This guy is disgusting.* After each step down the corridor, Holly envisioned herself leaving this place. She’d run out and go straight to the police. But she continued down the corridor to her destiny.
Room 34. Holly stopped outside. *You can do this.* She took a deep breath and knocked twice on the door. She heard movement inside, she hated herself. A sound of a lock turning. The door opened.
The Ticket Master took up the whole doorway. He smiled. ‘I knew you would come, slut. You enjoyed it too much last time.’ He grabbed her by the waist and effortlessly pulled her towards him, she tried to pull away, but he managed to hold her in place. He leaned down and kissed her hard on the lips. His beard was scratchy on her soft face. Holly felt his tongue trying to get into her mouth, it moved like a snake. Out of instinct, Holly bit down.
A pained grunt, he pushed her away. A small trickle of blood fell from his mouth.
*Oh no…* ‘I’m sorry…’ Holly’s apology was interrupted by a hard slap across her cheek.
He held his mouth. ‘You little cunt. You’re gonna pay for that.’ He grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside. ‘On the bed. Now.’
Holly stumbled into the small hotel room. A wardrobe, a desk, a tiny bathroom. And, a basic double bed. She went and sat on the edge of it. It hadn’t been changed in weeks, at least. The Ticket Master slammed the door shut, quickly turned the lock. *I’ve made him angry.* He stormed over to the bed.
‘I guess you want it rough then.’ He put his hand on the back of her head, grabbed a handful of her red hair and pulled her towards his groin. With his other hand, he pulled his pants down. His white boxers were bulging. ‘You’ve missed daddy’s cock, huh.’ He hooked his thumb into the boxers and pulled them to the ground. His cock sprang out, hitting Holly in the face. It appeared bigger and harder than the last time. He pressed his cock against her lips, rubbing pre-cum over her mouth like lipstick.
‘Open your mouth, whore.’ He snapped, spit spewing from his mouth. Holly let her lips part. Within a second his whole cock was down her throat. He placed both of his arms around her head, locking her in place. ‘Good fucking whore.’ Her arms pushed against his thighs, but he was planted firmly inside of her. Her eyes were shut tight, *I’m gonna pass out.* He started to thrust slightly, his balls knocking against her chin. Light-headedness started to overcome Holly, *Oh god… no.* She started hitting and punching at his chest. He didn’t stop his assault. He released one arm from her head and grabbed both her wrists. They were tiny enough that he could hold them with on hand. He roared like a savage and sped up his thrusting. Holly felt dizzy. *How long had he been doing this?* Her head was feeling like a balloon.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth. The sticky mixture of pre-cum and spit falling from his cock, staining and ruining the red sweatshirt. Holly fell off the bed, trying to breathe. With every inhale she could taste him in the deep of her throat. She coughed and gagged. A blend of pre-cum, spit, and sick, fell from her mouth and on to the beige carpet.
‘I’ve missed you so much this past fortnight. None of the other girls are as good as you.’ He laughed. *Other girls?* Holly thought, *how many girls has he done this to?* ‘Get up. Undress.’ Holly stumbled to her feet. Her throat was sore, like it had been stretched like an elastic band.
He stroked his slick cock while he watched her. She pulled her ruined sweatshirt over her head, and as she did the sour smell of cum filled her nostrils. She unhooked her bra. The perky 30As jiggled very slightly as she dropped it to the floor. His cock twitched at the sight.
‘I wish you’d warn your thigh-highs again, bitch. They make you look pretty.’ He examined her for a second. ‘Though these yoga pants…’ He licked his lips as if he was looking at a ripe peach. ‘…they make your arse look lovely.’
*I hate it when he talks to me like this. Like this is normal.* Holly pulled down her yoga pants, kicked them to the side. He looked at the bruises on her thighs and smiled. ‘Did your mother notice those? Does she know what a slut you are?’ He took a step closer. ‘Does she know you were fucked by a creepy old stranger on the floor of a train station ticket box?’ Another step. ‘Maybe I’ll pay her a visit. Tell her all about it. If she’s as pretty as you-’
‘Shut up.’ Holly said, with a hint of defiance. The feeling didn’t last though, and she regretted talking back. She expected another slap.
It didn’t come. He just smiled at her. ‘Get on the bed. On all fours, like the bitch you are.’ Holly clambered on to the uncomfortable mattress. He climbed on behind her. He caressed down her back with his massive hands, he squeezed her firm ass. His fingers moved lower to her pussy. ‘Ah. Again you’re dripping wet.’ She felt a finger enter her. Moving in and out, rubbing her clit. *It doesn’t feel good. It’s just your body’s natural reaction.*
He pushed in another finger. Holly jumped.
Another finger. ‘Look how wet you are.’ His fingers went deep, caressing her insides. ‘I bet you’ve been thinking about me since last time.’ He removed his fingers from her. They were damp with her juices. He moved up and leant over. ‘Open your mouth.’ He said. Holly did as she was told. ‘Taste your pussy.’ He placed his fingers in her mouth. A salty taste filled her mind. *Why is he doing this? Can’t he just fuck me and be done with it?* He smirked as she sucked his fingers. ‘Yes, the wetter the better.’ *What?* He pulled his hand from her mouth. Holly spat out on to the bed, trying to rid her mouth of the taste.
He moved his hand back down towards her pussy. But he stopped higher. *No, no…* His wet finger circled her tight asshole, his breathing got heavier, she could feel it on her back. He forced his finger into her ass. Holly shrieked, he quickly placed his other hand over her mouth, reducing her weeps to a dull moan. He added another finger to her wet asshole. Out of reflex, she bit down on the hand over her mouth.
He pulled his hand away. ‘You dumb whore. That’s it. That’s the second time you’ve bit me.’ He pushed her down flat on the bed. ‘No more foreplay, slut.’ His whole weight was on top of her, she was struggling to breathe. He manoeuvred himself on her, then she felt the thick head of his cock between her ass cheeks. He rubbed himself against her tight hole.
‘Please! No…’ Holly pleaded.
With one thrust he shoved his throbbing dick into her ass. A sharp mix of brutal pain and orgasmic pleasure filled Holly’s mind and body. She screamed into the bed, tears coursing down her cheeks. Her violator groaned and started to rhythmically move his hips, in and out of her hole, brutally stretching her teen ass.
‘Fuckin’ hell, bitch.’ He said, groaning. ‘You’ve never had a guy in your ass before, have you?’
*It hurts.* Holly closed her eyes and thought of home. *It hurts. You’re doing this because you have to.* His thrusts got more barbaric, the headboard of the bed started slamming into the wall. Her whole body was aching, and her teeny ass felt like it was on fire, like a jackhammer was tearing her up from the inside. The pain became too much and she started wildly throwing her arms around.
He grabbed her flaying arms and bent them behind her back, holding them in place. She screamed and tried to crawl away, but he was too strong. He held her wrists together and continued to brutally fuck her asshole, his balls slapping against her wet pussy.
‘This is what you get.’ He thrusts were ferocious and the sound of his groans and his thighs slapping hard against Holly’s abused body were loud enough to wake the dead. The adjoining rooms could definitely hear what was happening to Holly, no that anyone would come and help her. He leaned close and spoke in her ear, ‘I’m gonna make it so you can’t walk straight for a year.’ The pain in her ass was becoming unbearable, *Please just cum, just cum.*
His roaring moans got more vicious and inhuman, he screamed as he thrust one last time and held his pulsating cock balls deep inside her. She could feel his warm seed filling her asshole up, like a cup overflowing under a faucet. He pulled out of her exploited hole, she could feel the sticky cum leaking out between her red and bruised cheeks.
The Ticket Master stood up. Holly didn’t move. He went into the bathroom and turned the sink on. Holly didn’t move. He washed his face and wiped his cock down with a towel. Holly didn’t move. He came back into the bedroom, started to get dressed. Holly still didn’t move.
‘Would you please get up and fuck off?’ He snapped. Holly stirred and groaned. ‘Oh come on.’ He said, ‘You think you’re the first girl to get brutally fucked in a hotel room?’ He stood up and picked up her clothes, he chucked them on the bed. ‘Get dressed and fuck off.’
Holly slowly scrambled out of the bed and started to get dressed. Lifting her legs to get into her panties hurt like hell. A few minutes later she was dressed, however, she looked like she had been dragged through a hedge. She stumbled to the door, while he watched her in silence. She turned the lock.
‘Say “Hi” to your mum for me.’ He smirked. ‘Give her a kiss from me.’
Holly didn’t reply. She was broken and exhausted. She opened the door and entered the dirty hotel corridor. She limped back to the reception. The woman was still there.
She smiled and chuckled at Holly, ‘He’s always rough with the young ones.’
Holly walked past her and into the cool night. She was too crippled and beaten to cry.
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