[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/erl74e/the_ticket_master_rough_noncon_blowjob_redhead/)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/es3qya/the_ticket_master_part_2_rape_noncon_blowjob_anal/)
**I think this will be the last part of this series… Unless some of you guys have any ideas on where it can go next, comment of PM me if you have any suggestions (Or any story ideas in general). Enjoy…**
‘What’s going on, Holly?’ Mr Dunn was sat on the edge of his desk, like teachers do when they’re trying to act cool. ‘These last two months… Your marks have gone down. Your essays are late. And, and your attendance has plummeted.’
Holly didn’t reply, her teacher’s concern had gone in one ear and out the other. She was focused on the bookshelf behind him. Books about the ancient Greeks, the Romans, Egyptians, Vikings. She used to love reading about classical history. Her dream since being a kid was to work in a museum. She didn’t have any dreams anymore.
Just nightmares.
Mr Dunn leaned slightly closer, genuine care on his face, ‘Holly, you used to be my star pupil. If something is happening at home…? You can tell me and we can get you help.’
*He wouldn’t get it,* Holly thought, *How could he?* She looked up and spoke for the first time since she had been called to his office, ‘I’m fine, sir.’ She didn’t look him in the eye, ‘Just stressed. Can I go home now?’
He exhaled with disappointment. ‘Okay. Holly.’ He gestured to the door. ‘You can go.’
Holly stood up and swung her bag around her back. She left the small office, and left Mr Dunn sat on his desk, looking worried.
She arrived home at 3:46 PM. The sky was a sad, late autumn grey. *Home. Finally.* She rubbed the dirt off her shoes onto the doormat, shut the door behind her and locked it. She breathed out. Since the *incident,* she’d never felt truly safe while outside. Chronic anxiety and a tightening chest would follow her whenever she left home.
The constant fear that *he* would find her again.
Her house, and her Mum, were a bastion of safety. She could only relax when she was inside and the door locked behind her. Her Mum had no idea what was going on with her, she usually locked herself in her room, pretending to study.
‘Hey, hun.’ Mum called, from the kitchen. *Something smells nice? Why is Mum cooking?* ‘Come sit down, I’ve got something to tell you.’
Holly was curious, *are we having guests over?* Holly went into the living room, the smell of spices and vegetables filled the room. Smoke leaked from the kitchen. Holly sat down on the large leather couch, anxious about what her mother had to say.
Mum walked in, wearing an apron and oven mitts. She was the spitting image of Holly, just twenty-two years older. Same auburn hair, same perfect pale skin, accentuated by big jade eyes. Exercise and a healthy lifestyle had her kept her looking young, she easily could have been mistaken for Holly’s older sister.
‘Holly.’ She smiled, and pulled off the oven mitts. ‘I don’t know how to say this, so I’ll just come out with it.’ She sat down next to her daughter, placed a warm hand on her knee. ‘I’ve met someone.’ *What…?* ‘And, he’s coming over for dinner tonight.’
‘Mum…’ Holly stuttered, then straightened herself. ‘I’m happy for you. That’s really great.’ Ever since her Dad had died four years ago, Holly hadn’t even considered that her Mum would date someone else.
‘Great!’ Mum said, ‘And, honey. Just so you know, he’s not here to replace your dad.’
Holly nodded, forced a smile.
‘Okay, dinner’s nearly ready. He’ll be here soon, why don’t you go get changed.’
Holly stood up and left the living room. She didn’t know what to be feeling. She started up the stairs. *I want Mum to be happy.* But there was slight fear in her heart. *What if Mum has no time for me? What if he moves in? And they get married?* Holly shook her head as entered her bedroom. *It’ll be fine. He’ll be nice. As long as Mum is happy.*
She threw her bag on her bed and kicked her shoes off. Slipped out of her school outfit, examined herself in the mirror. Perfect skin on a petite frame. She was wearing a sports bra that pushed her 30A breasts up, making them look bigger.
A coarse voice from the back of her mind…
*Look how wet you are.*
*Suck my cock whore.*
Her closed her eyes and started to count down from 10.
*10*
*Slut.*
*9*
*Whore.*
*8, 7, 6, 5*
*Keep sucking slut.*
*4, 3, 2*
*Bitch.*
*1.*
Holly opened her eyes. The voice stopped. *Calm. Breathe.*
She stuck another deep breath and opened her wardrobe. *Wear something nice… not too nice.* She pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a black crop top. She slid her petite legs into the jeans, they were tight to her backside. She pulled the crop top over her head, the studied herself in the mirror. The outfit showed off her firm belly. *Too much midriff?* She thought, *No, it’s fine.*
A hard knock at the door. *Must be him.* ‘Holly?’ Mum shouted, ‘Could you let Dave in?’
Holly hurried down the stairs. ‘Okay, I’ll get it.’ She unlocked the door and turned the handle, pulled the door open.
She was greeted by a tall man, in his 50s, with a salt and pepper coloured beard. Her heart sank like a ship hitting an iceberg.
‘Hello,’ The Ticket Master said. ‘You must be Holly.’
‘You… How…?’ *Oh my god. No. This can’t be happening.* ‘How did you…?’
‘Dave, dear.’ Mum’s voice came from behind her. ‘Come on in. Holly, let our guest in.’
Holly moved to the side, letting the man who twice violated her walk into her house. He walked into the living room, Mum came out of the kitchen. Holly stood like a statue in the doorway.
‘Hey, babe.’ He said to Mum. He leaned and planted a kiss on her lips. Holly wanted to look away, but her vision was transfixed on this horrid sight.
The kiss went on for too long. Mum pulled herself away. ‘Dave, this is my daughter, Holly. Come on Holly. Don’t scare him off already. Say “Hi” to him.’
‘H-h-hi.’ Holly said, he walked over to her and extended a big hand. Holly reluctantly shook the hand that had held her arm behind her back as he had brutally sodomized her.
He studied her in that disgusting, hungry way. ‘I see you got your mother’s good looks.’
‘Both of you, go sit at the table.’ Mum said, ‘I’ll serve dinner.’
‘Smells delicious.’ He said.
‘Oh shut up.’ Mum giggled and went into the kitchen.
He gestured at the dining room. ‘After you, dear.’
Holly moved slowly. Her legs felt like balloons. She entered the small dining room and took a seat at the table. She didn’t once look him in the eye.
He strode in and sat opposite her. Didn’t say anything, just carried on smirking at her.
‘Stop looking at me-’ Holly snapped.
Mum walked in holding a big steaming casserole dish. She placed it on the table. ‘Help yourselves, guys.’ She sat down next to The Ticket Master.
‘I’m famished.’ He said, spooning it into his bowl.
Holly hardly ate during dinner. She looked at the floor, the ceiling, the walls. She looked anywhere that he wasn’t. *How has he done this?*
‘Well, I’m gonna go wash up.’ Mum got up from her seat.
The Ticket Master smiled, ‘Need any help, babe?’
‘No, no, no. I’m fine. You two go chat in the living room.’
Holly shot to her feet. ‘Excuse me. I need to use the bathroom.’ She left the dining room, hoping Mum hadn’t seen the tears welling in her eyes, and rushed upstairs.
She opened the bathroom door, suddenly she felt a big hand on her back, pushing her inside. She fell over, catching herself on the toilet seat.
He stood in the doorway. *How had he got behind me so fast? So quietly?* The Ticket Master shut the door slowly and locked it, trapping him and his prey in the bathroom.
‘Hello, my little slut.’ He took a step closer. ‘You think that fuck in the hotel was the last you’d seen of me? Oh, no. You’re mine. You belong to me.’
Holly scrambled back next to the shower, curled up in a ball, trying to make herself as small as possible.
‘These last couple of months, I’ve missed your tight teen body so, so, so much.’ He knelt down, ‘I mean, fucking your mum has been great fun. She screams like a cheap whore when I pound her…’ He reached out and caressed Holly’s leg, ‘But she’s got nothing on you. She’s got no fight.’
Somehow, from somewhere, Holly found the courage to speak, ‘Fuck you.’
He smiled, he was enjoying this. ‘How tempting it is to rip your clothes off and fuck you right here while Mummy does the dishes…’ He took a step back. ‘No. I’m gonna you let wait a bit longer.’ He unlocked the door. ‘See you tonight, whore.’ He opened the door and walked on to the landing.
‘Dave, you upstairs?’ Mum called from the kitchen.
‘Yes. Your lovely daughter is just showing me around.’ He turned and grinned at Holly.
‘Oh, that’s nice of her. I was gonna say, it’s absolutely pouring outside. Why don’t you stay tonight?’
Looking Holly dead in the eyes, like he was violating her in his mind, he said, ‘Yes. That’ll be lovely.’
After he had confronted her in the bathroom Holly had locked herself away in her bedroom. She sat in the dark silence for what seemed like hours. She could hear her Mum and *him* laughing and talking downstairs.
It revolted her.
*If only she knew what kind of man he is. That’s he’s a monster who preys on young girls. Maybe I should tell her?* The thought whirled around in her mind. *Would she believe me? Would she think I’m lying?* The thought started to disappear. *And… he’s dangerous. He’s threatened my family before.* She threw her head down in despair. She felt like a baby deer caught in a hunter’s bear trap.
She heard footsteps coming up the stairs, they moved past her door and entered the room next to hers. Mum’s bedroom. The giggling continued, then the odd moan.
Holly put a cushion over her ears. *Don’t listen.* A few minutes of moaning later Holly heard the sound of wood creaking and springs straining. She heard Mum shriek in pleasure, she held the cushion tighter.
This went on for half an hour.
Eventually, the sound died down. The image of her mother and *him* being entangled in bed sheets made her sick to her stomach. The worse part was: It sounded like her mother was enjoying it.
Another fifteen minutes past. *Maybe they’ve fallen asleep?*
Twenty more minutes. The time was 12:57 AM.
Her door creaked open, she turned her head, knowing what she was about to see.
He was stood in the doorway, backlit by the warm light of the landing. He was completely naked. Holly could just make out the large shape of his semi-erect cock. His face was shadowed, but she was damn sure he was smiling.
She closed her eyes. *Go away, go away. Please go away.* The floorboards creaked, as he entered the room. He closed the door behind him, careful to not make a noise.
Holly stayed still. *Maybe he’ll think I’m asleep.* He walked around her bed, his breathing heavy.
‘I know you’re awake, slut.’ He put one knee onto the bed, Holly felt the weight shift. She held her eyes close. He clambered on next to her. His massive body spooning her tiny frame. He wrapped his arms around her, constricting her like a snake. She could feel the wet tip of his cock poking her in the lower of her back.
Tears dampened the pillow next to her head. He shuffled closer and whispered in her ear, ‘Here’s what going to happen. I’m gonna lie back, and you’re gonna ride me like the whore you are.’ One of his hands moved down to her crotch and unzipped her jeans. ‘If you refuse, I’m going to go back into your Mum’s room and ass fuck her as I did you, and this time I won’t nice about it.’ He pulled her jeans down. Holly knelt up slightly. ‘Good girl.’
He positioned himself onto his back. His cock was twitching, ‘Stroke me.’ Holly knew there was no point prolonging the inevitable. She took his cock in her hand and massaged him. She could feel the blood rushing to it, making him rock hard. ‘Can you feel your Mum’s pussy juices?’ He chuckled. Holly looked away, wiped a tear from her eye.
‘It’s time. Ride me.’ He placed his arms behind his head and relaxed. Holly removed her panties, through them off the bed. She clambered on top of him. ‘That’s it. Guide me in. You want this, don’t you, whore.’ She raised herself up and angled his cock with her tiny hand. *Just do it. Get it over with.* She lowered herself, feeling his head enter her. She squealed as she went lower, stretching her abused pussy. He exhaled, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.
Holly looked down, he was all the way in, and she could see her midriff bulging from his cock. She placed her hands on his chest and slowly started going up and down. His hands caressed her thighs, he moved up her abdomen, his hands sneaking under the crop top. He unhooked her bra and let it fall off the bed, he returned his hands to her small, bouncing tits. Massaging them softly, his fingers twirled around her hard nipples.
He pinched them. Hard.
Holly let out a pained cry.
‘Sshhh.’ He said, ‘Don’t want to wake Mum, do we? Unless you want her to see what a whore you are.’
Holly ignored him and continued riding, tears fell from her cheeks on to his chest. Her pussy was aching, and her nipples stung.
*Let’s just make him cum quick.* She started to gyrate her hips, making as much friction between his cock her pussy as she could. She moved side to side and back and forth, she felt his cock twitching and throbbing inside her.
‘Damn.’ He moaned. ‘Where’d you learn that, you slut?’ He started thrusting his own hips upwards. ‘Bet you watch lots of porn. Learning all these techniques.’
His thrusting got quicker and more aggressive. ‘I’m gonna cum.’ He took a deep breath. ‘I want you to swallow it.’ He suddenly pushed her off, her pussy dripping over her bedsheets. ‘Suck my cock, now.’
She moved down the bed and started to suck his slippery cock. The aroma of her pussy filled her nostrils and mouth, and very likely the smell of her Mum’s pussy was mixed in there as well. She licked his shaft up and down and stroked his balls with her free hand.
He placed his hands on the back of her head and grabbed her auburn hair. He pulled down and started thrusting up, face fucking her mouth. Holly let herself go limp. *There’s no point fighting it.* She felt his cock jerk, *here it is.*
The first rope of cum fired right into the back of her throat. She coughed and gagged at the sour, unpleasant taste of his thick load. The next two ribbons of cum filled her mouth , it started to leak onto the base of his shaft.
‘No, no. Swallow it all. Or I drag Mummy in here and force you to watch me break her.’
She tried her best to suck up what cum had fallen out, she counted to three… and swallowed his gigantic load. Her stomach turned as his cum slid down her throat.
He let out an exhausted moan but did not release his grip on her head. She could feel his cock going flaccid in her mouth.
‘You swallowed all of daddy’s cum?’ He asked and got no reply. ‘Answer me, slut.’
Holly nodded her head and grunted. He loosened his grip and let her go free. She sat up and got her breath back. With one hand she wiped the cum from her mouth, with the other she wiped tears from her eyes. He rolled out of the bed and stood up.
‘Get used to this.’ He caressed her foot as walked past. ‘If I’m gonna be staying here some nights…’ He smiled, ‘You better get used to the taste of my cum.’ He opened the door. ‘Goodnight, princess.’
Holly heard him enter Mum’s room. As soon as she heard the door shut she jumped out of bed and ran onto the landing. She entered the bathroom and put her head over the toilet.
For the next twenty minutes, she gagged and vomited, trying to get his seed out of her digestive system. She flushed the bile down and stood up. Went over to the sink. She cupped some water in her hand and drank it.
She studied her face in the mirror. Sticky patches of cum had dried around her lips and her mascara had run, giving her black streaks down her face. Her usually neat hair was messy and tangled from him forcing her head down. Her pussy throbbed and nipples stung from his pinches.
*You’re a stupid whore,* she said to herself. *It’s your fault. You deserve this.*
*You deserve this.*
*You deserve this.*
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