Author: Eiras_Erotica

The Ticket Master Part 2 | Rape, Non-con, Blowjob, Anal, Redhead, Rough

[Read Part 1 first](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/erl74e/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. Read more »

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

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**Enjoyed writing this. If anyone has got any story requests PM me.**

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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. Read more »