Chapter 107: Education Time

Mark Cranston was the definition of a loser. He was 52 years old, balding, overweight. He’d never been married. In fact, he has never had a girlfriend, not one. He works for a state mental health facility in Willington. He’d worked there most of his life, never really capable of learning any sort of skill. When he wasn’t working the night shift in the men’s ward, he was usually just taking care of his cheap apartment and scanning endlessly for porn on the internet. When it came to sex, masturbation was his only friend.

At the state mental hospital, Mark was in charge of playing watchman in the men’s ward at night. These tended to be the hard cases; the one’s that really had no cure in sight. In his ward he had twelve men. They slept four to a room in three separate rooms. Over the years, Mark had gotten to know most of them. Four of them were still fairly coherent. Crazy for sure, but not living in zombie-land. Mark was in charge at night, so he arranged it for the four to be in the same bedroom. Like him, most of these men hadn’t had sex in a long time. Masturbation was their thing too, though they always got upset if one did it without the others. So weird.

One evening, Mark left for work, walking in the drizzle towards his old car. As he walked around the corner of the building, he suddenly saw someone in front of him walking towards him from the alley. A girl, teenager maybe, in a raincoat. She seemed oblivious to her surroundings as she walked towards him. He slowed, then paused. Probably shouldn’t have smoked so much weed before going to work. Just as the girl got close, she suddenly saw him. She was startled a bit, but kept on walking past. It was dark, nobody else around in this rain. He still isn’t sure why he did it, or what he was even thinking, but suddenly he grabbed her from behind while she was still in reach. One hand over her mouth, one hand around her waist. She let out a muffled cry, caught off guard and stumbling some. Not sure what to do next, he kept her off balance, then slammed her head into the brick wall, twice. She let out a grunt and went limp in his arm. Looking around, hearing and seeing no one, he pulled her over to his old Dodge. He stuffed her in the back seat. There, he pushed a rag in her mouth. He found some line on the floor, so he tied her wrists together behind her. He thought he’d better tie her legs too, so he tied her ankles together. He jumped in front, started the car and drove off, slowly and quietly going to work.

At the hospital, he parked out back where he usually did. The girl had come around and was struggling. He threatened her to stay still and be quiet, then went quickly inside to his office. There he grabbed a hypo with a sedative in it that they used to control patients when they got violent. He dashed back out, opened the back door. Luckily, she was still there, still squirming, still mumbling cries at him. He took the needle and jabbed it into her arm. She flinched some, crying out, but then slowly she just went limp. Just like the patients, she would be out for a couple of hours now. He went back inside.

At 9 PM he went out and gave her another shot. At ten o’clock, the men all went to their rooms to go to sleep. In room #3, he told the four to stay awake. “I got a surprise for us tonight.” They had no idea what he meant, but all they could think of was a surprise. What could it be? Mark went out of the room, made sure everyone else was safely locked in their rooms. He went in the office, switched the security cameras off. Sometimes they would do that, just stop working. Mark went to the car, gave the girl another shot. He figured she’d be out for almost three hours now. He picked her up, carried her in.

Kathy McGuire was just seventeen. She and her mother lived in this shitty apartment after they’d left her father. George McGuire had raped Kathy one night just before her seventeenth birthday. When her mother found out, they’d moved out immediately. Now she was the new girl in this new school in this shitty neighborhood. Jeesh, she was like the only white girl around most of the time.

Being a good looking, white, brunette teenager in this neighborhood meant every man would stare at her. In her old town, she could wear clothes like her friends, but down here they were way too revealing. Once she’d worn her miniskirt to the Q-Mart and had her butt grabbed at least twice. She really hated this place. Then one night she was coming home late from school band practice. It was drizzling, foggy, just nasty. She’d just passed some guy, then suddenly she was grabbed backwards. She tried to fight, but he pulled her around, then slammed her head into a wall. The next thing she remembered was waking up in the back of some car, a rag in her mouth, her hands and feet tied. She struggled to get free. Some man, some big, fat black man got out of the car and left. He came back in a couple of minutes and jabbed her in the arm with something. Then everything went blank again. Almost. It was so strange. She was laying there, totally aware of where she was, yet unable to move at all. Her muscles were all useless. She could move her eyes, but that was about it. She was completely paralyzed. A while later, the fat man came back. He jabbed her again, then picked her up and carried her limp body to some big building. Inside, they went up some stairs, down some hallway, then into some other places. It was hard to keep her mind focused on anything.

Eventually, the door to their bedroom opened, and Mr. Cranston came in, carrying someone. Everyone was shocked. What? What was this? This was the surprise? They stood around as Mr. Cranston put this person on one of the beds. That was when they saw it was a girl.

Mr. Cranston started to undress her. They all stood around the bed in their underwear, watching. The four were Jim, Jacob, Tom and Stanley. All were in their later thirties or early forties. Jim and Jacob were white, while Tom and Stanley were black. Every one of them was certifiably crazy. Their guard took the girl’s hat off. She had brown hair, should-length. A cute face. She looked to be a teenager. He undid her raincoat, pulled it off. She had on a plaid blouse and black pants, like a catholic student. The four couldn’t hardly believe their eyes. They stared at this teenage white girl getting undressed right in front of them. Tom asked if this meant they were going to have sex. Everyone held their breath. As Mark took her shoes off, he said, “Yeah, but I’m first. You gotta hold her. Then everyone gets a turn. Twice.” The three started to cheer some, but Mark told them to keep quiet. “You wake everyone else up, you’ll get nothing!”

Mark took her shoes and socks off. He moved up, undid her pants. He pulled them down as everyone watched. Holy shit, this wasn’t just some girl. Holy shit! This girl was fucking awesome! She had these long, sexy legs. Very smooth, shaved, shapely. Mark pulled her panties down as everyone oohed and aahed. Holy shit, she even had a shaved pussy! Totally bald, he couldn’t stop staring. He moved up slowly, undid her blouse. She had this bra on, this big bra. Inside that bra were these amazing tits. Big ones that kinda hung down, with a big cleavage. He quickly got her blouse off, then that bra. Holy cow. Look at those tits! Just look at those areoles and nipples! He stood up. Everyone stared down at this now naked young girl with these big tits. Anyone else they’d probably have sagged to the sides more, but she was young and so those beauties stood right up. A couple of guys tried to reach out and touch her. Mark made them stop, said he was first or nobody gets her. He dropped his pants off, pulled his shorts off. His dick was hard, like he’d been jerking on it for some time already. Man, how to fuck her, he wondered. He’d never actually done this before. With his big stomach, he thought maybe from behind would be better. He told the four to turn her over. “Put her up on her knees. Spread them. I’m gonna fuck her from behind.” The four nut cases struggled, but finally managed to get her turned over and up on her knees. She had this incredibly cute ass. He was busy taking pictures with his iPhone as they got her ready. Then he moved in closer. He spit on his hand a few times, rubbing it on his dick. Just like jerking off. More he spit. The other started spitting too, using one hand to hold the girl while starting to rub themselves with the other. Mark figured it was another group jerk-off. Oh well, he just focused on that little bald pussy of hers. He briefly considered her asshole, then just went for her cunt. He worked his way between those two tight pussy lips. She was tight alright. He got started in her pussy, kept moving himself farther into her. He wasn’t as big and long as he could be yet, but he still got in her. He started working that young white girl pussy. Back and forth, his black cock moved between those tight pussy lips, sliding inside that tight little cunt of hers. He had never felt anything like this before! He wasn’t even sure he was doing it right, but it sure felt good! He reached down under her, grabbing those tits of hers. Now his dick was really hard and really long. He rarely saw it this big. But with a real girl, it was going spastic. He pounded into her again and again, sliding his huge dick in, then out, then way in again. He never stopped feeling her tits. Holy shit, they were fucking awesome! He felt himself cum, wondered if he should stop. Fuck it, if he was still hard, he was gonna keep fucking her.