Chapter 1

Our school is a Division 2 school. That means that our sports are not the top tier like the Division 1 schools have, but we do pretty good. Around the nation, Division 2 schools can be large State universities or small colleges. I was a swimmer at a Division 2 university. I was never going to make an Olympic team for the U.S., but I love the sport. The lessons I learned from the day to day training and the philosophy of the coach will be with me forever.

My university required all freshmen to live in the dormitories on campus. So that is where I lived. My roommate and I got along, but he thought that I was out of my mind. Shit, I was a swimmer, you know? I was up at 5:00 AM, Monday through Saturday, so I could get to the pool by 5:30 AM. I was stretched and warmed up before I got in the water at 6:00 AM. I stared at the black line that runs along the bottom of my swimming lane for two hours. By 8:30 AM I was in the cafeteria, a member of the horde of voracious swimmers that rolled in every morning but Sunday. We all shoveled huge amounts of food into our faces before heading off to our first classes at 9:00 AM.

During my Monday and Wednesday lunch hours I studied and ate. On Tuesday and Thursday I was in the weight room for an hour before I grabbed a quick snack and headed off to my next class at 12:30 PM. I got out of my last class or lab at 2:30 PM and I was back in the pool at 3:00 PM and trained for another hour and a half. By 5:00 PM, I was back in the cafeteria slamming down lots of chocolate milk and eating anything that didn’t move fast. Then I was in the library or the study hall at my dorm until it was time to go to bed.

Saturday night was the night we all got together and went out. The guys and the girls on the team hang out together, because no one else could put up with our lifestyles. We didn’t dare go out on Friday night because, as our coach always told us, “Don’t be a stud on Friday night if you can’t be a stud on Saturday morning.” I have seen guys come in on Saturday morning, hung over and just shot to hell. The coach had a special training lane for those poor souls. It never ended pretty.

The guys and girls on the team that are sophomores and higher are eligible to live off campus. They live in a house that several former swimmers bought. The swimmers that bought it graduated about twelve years ago and are the landlords. And while they are swimmer friendly, they don’t put up with any destructive behavior. We use our housing allowance to pay rent and it’s a pretty good deal. We had the use of a school van, owned by the athletic department, so we could pile in and head off to practice each morning.

The building is not actually a house; it’s an apartment building with eight two-bedroom apartments. There is a laundry room in the basement and a large common area for studying. This set up allows us to live up to the head coach’s motto: “Team is Family”.

Part of the Family concept extended to the freshmen, who were always welcome at the common area of the house and the laundry room. They came there to do laundry, study and to get help from the upperclassmen with life in general. Kids away from home for the first time sometimes have issues that an experienced person with common life style can help them deal with. The common room was the site of many evening talks about everything. We covered life and death (including sets in practice), divorce and remarriage, friends, lovers and break-ups.

Once a year we had potential recruits come for campus visits. The NCAA has rules about “on campus visits” and our coach had his own rules that were more strict than theirs. The recruits were assigned to a junior team member so that they bonded with someone that would still be in school during their freshman year. They were shown the campus, the classrooms that corresponded to their major study or interest. They were taken to the pool and weight room and, of course, the cafeteria.

We brought them to the swimmer house and generally made them feel that they were a part of the Family already. The ones that we took a liking to, received good reports from the team, and were a shoo-in if they wanted to attend State.

This is the story of one of those visits and the things that happened afterwards. The perspective of the narrator will change in order to best tell the story. I’ll be back later to tie up any loose ends.

One of the girls that was being recruited was a bit of a wild girl. Her name was Tina Workowski, but we called her Tiny T. She was a little thing and was a High School All American from an all-girls Catholic school in Ohio. Her specialty was the longer events, the 500, 1000, and 1650 yard freestyles. When she came to the campus, she was given the standard tour and was put up in one of the junior’s rooms in the house.

On Friday night, after a team dinner and some team building functions everyone said, “Good night” and hit the sack early because they had morning practice on Saturday and Coach had promised it was going to be a tough one. That meant that the distance swimmers were going to get hit with a 10,000 yard set that would build them or break them. People think the sprinters are the tough guys in swimming. None of them would do what we did and live.

During one of the tours during the day, Tiny T heard about a frat that was having a party that night. After she was sure that everyone was asleep, Tiny T snuck out of the house and went for a walk. She walked around asking students about the frat house party and ended up walking right in the front door and passed herself off as a transferred freshman.

She sat off in a corner, drinking a beer and watching. Eventually some of the frat brothers took notice of her and began to chat her up. She was cool to their advances and was in the process of shutting down another wave of them, when one of the guys brought her a fresh drink.

“Hey, you vultures, leave the girl alone.”

The guys scattered leaving Tiny T alone with the new guy. His name was Theodore “Theo” Konstantopoulos.

“Hi. I’ve noticed you sitting her all by yourself and so I thought that your drink must be warm and stale by now. I brought you a cold fresh one. May I join you?”

They talked for a bit and Tina lied to him about visiting the swim team because she wanted to transfer. She talked with him and drank until she started to feel really sleepy. Soon she was unconscious, and the guy took her upstairs.

Once he got her into his room, he undressed her and tied her spread eagle to his bed before calling three of his friends to come join him for some fun. About ten minutes later Davey Loinson, Jamie Billings and Steve Hoight walked in the door to the sight of the young, naked, and unconscious girl spreadeagled on the bed.

“Oh damn! Theo got a new one,” Davey exclaimed.

“Let me at her,” Steve started to unzip his pants.

“You shut the fuck up. I get her first,” Theo commanded.

Theo dropped his pants and took his dick into his hand. He took a rubber from his nightstand and rolled it onto his erection and placed the head at Tina’s small opening and pushed. He met resistance.

While Theo was getting in place Davey had called sloppy seconds and moved to pinch and suck on Tina’s small tits. He began leaving hickey’s all over one and then the other. Jamie called thirds and placed himself at her head and stuck his dick into her open mouth.

“Holy shit boys, she’s got a cherry!” Theo exclaimed surprised.

“Wait!” Steve said halting the fun.

“Before you bust her, let me see. I ain’t never seen a real cherry.”

Theo shook his head at his idiot friend and backed off. Steve spread open Tina’s puffy vulva and then grasped her labia and opened them wide exposing the barrier that proved that Tina was, indeed, a virgin. He moved up close and touched her hymen with his finger and poked at it.

“Wow. It covers most of the hole except for a little tiny opening.”

“So you done?”

“Yup.”

Theo positioned himself again and with one hard push he began the gang rape of Tina Workowski. He fucked her hard and fast until he filled his rubber. He then pulled out and went to the bathroom to dispose of the evidence. Davey pushed his erection into her bleeding vagina and when he was about to start the second thrust, Theo grabbed him and pulled him back and out of the unconscious swimmer.

“You fucking idiot! She was a virgin. She is probably not on the pill. If you get her knocked up, her parents and the police will get DNA samples from everyone in this house and you will be fucked and that means we will be fucked. Put on a god damn rubber. The same with the rest of you and you better hurry, she might be coming around.”

Davey rolled on one of Theo’s stash of rubbers and entered Tina. He fucked her until he came. Jamie still had his cock in Tina’s mouth and was stroking himself. He began to feel the pressure building in his groin and pulled out. He rolled on a rubber and moved between Tina’s legs and sank into her still bleeding pussy and fucked her until he filled his rubber. Finishing, he moved out of the way to make room for Steve, but Steve was having none of it.

“No sloppy seconds or thirds for me! I’m gonna fuck her in the ass.”

He grabbed a pillow and lifting the small girls’ body he shoved it under her back and hips. After rolling on a rubber, he placed his cock at her pucker and pushed hard. He could barely get it in, so he reset the head and jammed it into her pussy getting it wet. He pulled out and set himself at her sphincter again and pushed. His head popped in and he pushed harder this time. He pulled and pushed until he was balls deep, after pumping about a dozen times he filled his rubber and pulled out.

After hours of taking turns and feeding Tina a few more doctored drinks to keep her unconscious, the four rapists were tired.

“OK, let’s get her dressed.” Theo ordered. “Don’t leave any clothes, don’t take any trophies. When I was talking to her she said she was visiting the swim team.”

“Fuck!” Davey said with a bit of panic in his voice. “She’s in high school?”

“Don’t worry, she said she was gonna be a transfer,” Theo said to calmed him. “Those swimming pussies never party. They won’t even know where she went or what she did.”

Theo loaded Tina into his car and drove over to the swimmers house as the sun was beginning to show. He and one of the guys picked her up and quietly laid her at the front door. They got back into their car and drove away as quietly as possible.

Saturday morning the house was waking up. People with horrible cases of bed head were stirring. Slender, athletic bodies were pulling on swimsuits, usually two of them. Then came sweatpants and sweatshirts, socks and shoes.

Carla Fellows, “Carls” to her friends, was the oldest swimmer on the team. She was also the women’s team captain. Part of her duties was to check weather. She would let the others know if they needed to add their team parkas to stay warm for their ride to practice. She opened the front door and screamed.

“Jackie! Paul! Help!”

Jackie Mason, Carla’s roommate, and Paul Boden, Carla’s boyfriend and men’s captain, came rushing to her voice. They found Carls outside on the stoop, on her knees, with Tina in her arms.

“Call 9-1-1!” Carla commanded Jackie. “Tell them that we have an unconscious female. She is breathing but unresponsive. Stay on the phone until they tell you to hang up.”

Jackie went to the house phone and did as instructed.

Still in command mode, Carla yelled at her boyfriend. “Paul call the coach and get him over here. NOW!”

Paul grabbed his cell phone and hit the speed dial.

Tina was still lying in Carla’s arms with the captain’s fingers on Tina’s neck, to constantly check her pulse, when the paramedics pulled up. The police followed in a few seconds. The paras did their survey and checked her over. As they did so she moaned. The lead para put an oxygen mask on her as his partner brought a stretcher. They loaded her in the ambulance. Carla moved to go with them.

“Miss, are you related?”

“No. I am the captain of the swim team and she is a visiting high school senior. When the coach gets here, he’ll have all of her contact info and medical forms. I should be with her as the contact person. She’s from Ohio.”

The paramedic nodded and directed Carla to sit in the front seat of the truck. The other team members were scrambling around as the police came in and restored order.

The first officer raised his voice. “OK, I need the names and addresses of everyone here and I need to see I.D.’s as well.”

Paul spoke up as the men’s captain. “We are the swim team here at State. We were on our way to practice. All of our I.D.’s are in our rooms.”

“OK.” The officer ordered. “Everyone get your ids and get back down here.”

When the swimmers had all returned, the police began taking names and the details as the swimmers knew them. It only took a few minutes for the two officers to figure out that the swimmers didn’t know much about the situation. The campus cops were preparing to leave when the coach showed up. A couple of the very upset girls rushed to him, gave him a hug and broke into tears.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“Carla opened the door this morning and found Tiny T unconscious on the stoop.” Jackie sobbed. “We don’t know how she got there or anything. Carla went to the hospital with the paramedics. She said that she would wait for you there.”