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First Published: 28 April 2016

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Counsellor
by Isabella

Story Code: M+/F, Rape, Drugs, Impregnation, N/C

I loved my time at school but hated academic subjects, I took every non-academic option that I could, music, dance and sports. I looked on the Maths, English, German, History and Geography as rest breaks in my hectic sporting day. So, I hear you ask, "Why is Sarah Clarke walking through the gates of Cambridge University's English Faculty just six weeks after finishing High School?"

I have to say that I did smile to myself as I mingled in with over a thousand nineteen year olds flooding through the massive oak doors of the four hundred year old institution of academia. The difference between me and the rest of the nineteen year olds was that as they went straight on towards the lecture theatres I turned left and went underground into the basement world of clerical support. I was starting work for the first time, I'd been assigned to the Welfare Team, my boss was the senior counsellor in the welfare department.

Apparently John Bentham was a brilliant boss to work for, a brilliant counsellor but a crap record keeper. I was shown into a back office where around a ton of paperwork was piled into cardboard boxes and plastic bags, a whole year's worth of records from John's team of five student counsellors. I'd signed a contract with a very dour privacy clause because I was going to be looking through records of interviews with vulnerable young people, students with every kind of personal problem and my job was going to be to create a filing system that would make sense to the welfare team in the future.

New filing cabinets had been delivered during the long summer break and were still covered in their plastic protective film and had been dumped in the middle of the storeroom. I'd sat with John for a 'Pep-talk' and had been introduced to the three men and one woman team that made up the five counsellors that were tasked with looking after the mental health and welfare of over four thousand students. John had opened the door to the storeroom, ten filing cabinets in the middle of the room and piles of paperwork spread out all the way around the outside of the room, "We'll all have a coffee break first..." John looked at me over the top of his glasses and smiled at me, "...May I suggest that you make up a list of how each member of the team like their coffee and keep it handy. One of your duties will be to make everyone a cup of tea or coffee at ten o'clock and again at three in the afternoon. Make sure that there is bottled water and plastic cups in the interview rooms and keep the photocopier and printers loaded with paper and ink. After our coffee break you can get into your room and think about how you want to place the filing cabinets, you'll have to phone the porter's lodge for someone to come up and move the cabinets to where you want them."

I took a list, Elizabeth, the fifty-something counsellor wanted a mug of decaffeinated coffee in the morning with a splash of milk and a sweetener, but in the afternoon she wanted Camomile tea, no milk or sugar and two 'Bath Oliver' biscuits. The camomile tea had to be served in her china cup and saucer and the biscuits on the matching china side plate. Elizabeth brought her own biscuits in but I had to look after them in my little kitchen area in my back storeroom, I would have to tell her when the biscuits were about to run out so she could bring in more from home. Alan, Peter, John and Mick were far less fussy, coffee, strong, sweet and milky in as large a mug as possible was the standard choice for all breaks.

I made myself a coffee as well but left it in my storeroom while I delivered everyone else's to their desks in the main office. They each thanked me for their drink but they didn't actually stop working, well, if you could call what they were doing working, from what I could see, they were all using the internet for various reasons from shopping to keeping track of what the horses were doing in the racing world.

I looked around the storeroom. The longest wall was almost made to measure for the ten filing cabinets, I tested the weight of the first cabinet, it wasn't that heavy, I wouldn't be able to lift it off of the floor to move it but my grandfather had shown me the best way to move a tall box by hand was to 'Walk' it, easing it onto one corner and rotating it before lowering it again. I stripped the plastic off of the cabinet and walked the first one into position in the left corner of the longest wall.

I had all ten filing cabinets stripped out of their condoms and in position by the time my coffee was finished. I needed hanging jackets for the file draws as well as a shit-load of folders to separate all of the case notes. I had a map of the campus so I knew where the stationery supplies could be collected from and as I headed for John to tell him that I was going hunting for supplies, I stopped off at the printer and checked the paper tray to see if it needed paper, then I looked in the photocopier as well. When I told John that I was going to the supplies office he said, "Wouldn't it be better to get the cabinets in place first?"

"I've lined them all up along the right hand wall!"

John got up from his desk and sauntered to my cubby-hole, he opened the door and then he stopped in his tracks. "How the hell did you move them on your own?"

"It was easy, my grandfather made sure that I had lifting and handling training for when I helped out around the farm, compared to a sack of potatoes these things are lightweights."

John shook his head, "Could you bring in your certificate sometime so I can ask our training team if your previous training is good enough to exempt you from our lifting and handling training."

"I've got a first aid certificate as well; shall I bring that in as well?"

"Yes, everything helps."

"What about my shotgun safety certificate or my chainsaw training records, my forklift driving papers?"

"Probably not the shotgun or chainsaw, don't want to frighten the dean but if you have recognised forklift certificates they might come in useful sometime."

I met the man in charge of stationery supplies, he wanted to give me a hard time because I wanted so much of his stock, apparently I was supposed to have submitted a docket in advance if I wanted more than one packet of anything.

"Didn't John Bentham do that when he ordered his filing cabinets?"

The supplyies manager sorted through a pile of dockets. "You're right, Doctor Bentham did indent for most of what you have asked for, I'll load it all onto a trolley for you but I need the trolley back as soon as possible, just take your supplies and unload them and bring my truck straight back.

I was fortunate that underground there was a passageway that linked all of the university buildings together, feeding hot water to heat the various buildings from the central boiler room, electricity cables, data and telephone cables, sewage pipes as well as all of the other shared services that every building needed. Once back at my office I dumped a box containing five reams of printer paper, ten boxes of one hundred hanging wallets for the filing cabinets, a box of black ballpoint pens, a box of pencils, a pack of notepads and a block of 'Post-it pads'. As soon as the trolley was empty I took it back to the stationery office which greatly impressed the store's manager.

I had half an hour before lunch time so I spent that thirty minutes opening boxes of hanging folders and splitting them over twenty-six of the forty filing cabinet drawers. The only way I could see of starting the mammoth task of sorting through over a year's worth of paperwork was to have one drawer for every letter of the alphabet and once everything was sorted out then condense the lesser used letters into fewer drawers. I'd stuck twenty-six post-it notes with every letter of the alphabet onto the fronts of twenty six of the forty drawers available. As I worked through my task I ate my lunch so that I'd have my lunch hour totally free to run.

One of the inducements that led me to take the job with John Bentham's team was that he'd told me that I'd have unrestricted access to the university's sporting facilities in my free time. I changed into my running kit in the toilets close to my office and headed out to the running track.

There were twenty students and a coach at the start line of the running track, I got rebuked for not wearing university sports kit, I apologised, using the fact that it was the first day of term and I hadn't had a chance to unpack my trunk yet. I'd been told at my interview that I'd be allowed to use the sports facilities but it was a loose arrangement, a tacit, unwritten, agreement rather than an outright right so I had to use a little subterfuge with a member of faculty.

We were all lined up for a four hundred metre race, we were two to a lane because there were so many of us, I wasn't into sprinting, I'd planned on running three and three quarters of the way around the track in five minutes as it had been over six weeks since I'd done any serious running but I took my place in the line alongside twenty other runners, both men and women of mixed ages from nineteen to around twenty-four years old.

The coach fired his starter's pistol which was linked through to his tablet computer and we all headed for the first bend in our assigned lanes, after the first corner we would all jostle for a spot in the inside lane, the lane that the four hundred metres was measured over. I beat every other woman and one of the men over the four hundred metres. The coach started to give people things to do but I sidestepped him and set off for my three and three quarter lap jog around the track. I didn't hit my target of five minutes but then I had just put everything I had into running a four hundred metre sprint but I was very happy with six minutes.

I was 'Warming down' when the coach came over to me to talk about my running style, he pointed out a line running around the sports field that was a measured fifteen hundred metres from start back to the start if all I wanted to do was jog fifteen hundred or multiples of fifteen hundred metres.

I hadn't planned on working up a sweat but running four hundred metres in fifty-five seconds had put paid to that so after just thirty minutes of training I headed off to the showers. Because it was fresher's week most of the students were around my age but I did notice that there were quite a few older students hanging around the sports block. As I walked past the swimming pool it seemed that the pool area was a magnet for the older students hitting on young women in their first week away from home.

I got back to the office earlier than I'd planned, John was in the office eating his sandwiches and drinking coffee, I went back to my back room and started going through the piles of folders. It soon dawned on me that each of the five counsellors must have just stored their files on the floor around their desks in the main room, the porters who had moved the piles of folders from the main office into my room had kept all five piles still in their original alphabetical order so my task would be easier than I'd first imagined, all I had to do was amalgamate the five piles of A's into the A drawer.

I heard voices from the main office, John came flying through my door, "I need your help Sarah, I've got a female student but Elizabeth won't be back from lunch for another hour, I need a female member of staff to sit with the girl."

I left my pile of folders, as I walked past John he whispered, "Just listen to her, don't promise her anything, don't pass any comments but try and keep a note of what she's telling you."

I collected a notepad from the new stationery stock that I'd collected from the stores; I took the girl through to Elizabeth's interview room. The room was very feminine, basic calming pink pastel shades, pretty pictures on the wall and a Chinese rug in between the seat and the couch with a low table giving a comforting barrier between the counsellor and the interviewee. I passed the box of tissues, from the low table, over to her because she was tearful; I offered her a glass of water but she refused the offer.

Before I could explain that I wasn't a counsellor the girl started talking in between sniffles. "I think I was raped last night!"

I was shocked but tried hard not to show it but it did cross my mind that if I'd been raped last night I'd probably be sure that I'd been raped.

So far all I had written on my notepad was the girl's name, Amanda Richmond, but after blurting out that she thought that she was raped she had dissolved into tears, this time I didn't ask her if she wanted a drink of water, I grabbed a plastic cup and filled it with mineral water and pushed it in front of her, she sipped at the water and I sat just watching her for ages before I thought that she had calmed down enough. I wasn't really interested in learning what had happened to Amanda, I was just a place holder, just babysitting a student until our only female counsellor came back from lunch but the silence was more awkward than listening to her story would be.

"Why do you think that you were raped last night Amanda?"

"So, my parents brought me down yesterday morning so I could get settled into my dorm in halls..."

I interrupted her, "Which dorm are you in?"

"I'm in Stephen Biko block, apartment two-two-five, I'm supposed to be sharing with another girl but she's coming up later in the week."

I jotted her address down on my pad and then looked into her eyes and nodded my head.

"So, I'd unpacked my stuff, I'd left my door open so I'd see people wandering about, I'm from a big family and I'm not used to being on my own, anyway, this guy walked past my door with a bottle of vodka in his hand, he leaned on my door frame and tapped on the door with the bottom of the bottle. He told me there was a party in the lounge for fresher's to get to know each other. It was obvious that the guy wasn't a fresher because he was too old. I thought that he was a tutor or something so I followed him down to the lounge; he introduced me to a group of girls who had dorm rooms further down the passageway from mine. He gave the bottle of vodka to another guy and asked me if I'd like a vodka and lemonade. I said yes but just a small vodka. The guy who took the bottle away brought me a glass with my drink in it and he handed the guy introducing me around the other students a can of lager."

I was scribbling down what I could of Amanda's story and I was grateful that she was taking a sip of water so I could play catch-up.

"Anyway, I sipped my drink and was taken over to a couch to sit down and, I think his name was Gavin or Gethin, well, he started talking to me about where I came from, what my family was like, that kind of thing, just small talk really and before I got half way down my drink I started to feel very drunk. He helped me up the stairs and when I tried to go to the right into the women's side of the dorm he stopped me, he told me that it was still early and the party was still going on, I tried to stop him but he pulled me down the passageway on the left to where the men's rooms are."

Amanda was looking down at her feet as she spoke; she took another sip of water and blew her nose before fixing her eyes on mine.

"I tried to stop him pulling me into one of the bedrooms, I don't know which one but it was close to the stairs, I kept saying no but I couldn't push him away no matter how hard I tried. He took my blouse and bra off and then the bedroom door opened and the guy who made me my drink came in. He had what was left of my drink in his hand; he said that I'd forgotten my drink so he'd brought it up for me. They made me finish my drink off and then I think that two other men came in as I was being kissed by one of them, Gavin or whatever his name was took my jeans and knickers off while two of them pushed the two beds together and that's when I passed out. I woke up an hour ago in my own room, I was naked but between my legs was, is, very sore and there's a large amount of vaginal discharge!"

I apologised and excused myself so I could go out and talk to John, Alan and Mick had returned from Lunch but still no Elizabeth. I took John through into his interview room and ran through everything that Amanda had told me. John said, "Shit!" through gritted teeth. Then he fell silent, he looked crestfallen and deeply upset.

"We've had things like this before but never on the first day of term! Did you say that she thought all four of the men were older, probably not freshmen?"

I nodded my head, "Right Sarah, I'm sorry about this but we can't wait for Elizabeth to get back, you're going to have stick close to me while I try and sort everything out."

I followed John into Elizabeth's room, he took the seat that I'd been sitting in, "Hi Amanda, my name is John Bentham, I'm the senior counsellor here, Sarah has just brought me up to speed with your case, my first question is: are you happy for me to sit in with you and Sarah?"

Amanda nodded her head, "Thank you, from the outset let me say that it would seem that a very serious crime has been committed against you and university policy is to involve the police at the earliest possible moment but as an adult, that choice has to be yours. We're all here to support you in whatever way we can no matter what decision you make. Sarah tells me that there may still be physical evidence available so if you're willing to involve the police we'll have to call them now!"

Amanda didn't hesitate, she nodded her head, "I didn't think anyone would believe me, especially as I can remember so little of what actually happened. If those men did rape me then I want them punished."

John left the room to phone the police and I sat opposite Amanda again, she started sobbing again, "How can I tell my parents what happened?"

"John Bentham told you that we'd help in any way we can, I'm sure that we can help you when it comes time to tell your parents."

Okay, I'd just broken the only rule that John had given me, 'Don't make any promises!'

It took an hour for the police to arrive, two female officers in plain clothes came, they interviewed Amanda in Elizabeth's room for thirty minutes before escorting her out of the building and into an unmarked police car. One of the officers held back and came to me, "Amanda gave me her key, she asked me if you could pop in to her dorm and pick up some clothes for her, we're going to have to keep everything she's wearing as forensic evidence. Just pop them along to central, ask for DI Toon when you get to the reception desk."

John told me it was okay to go, it would be considered as work activity, I was to take a taxi there and back, I'd have to ask for receipts so I could claim back the taxi fare from the university but that was a minor inconvenience.

I walked to the halls of residence and reached Stephen Biko block at four o'clock in the afternoon, Amanda's room was on the second floor and as I was starting out on my climb up the stairs I spotted two men watching me closely, two men I'd seen earlier hanging around the swimming pool chatting up all the young girls in the pool. I opened Amanda's room and remembered that she had told me that she'd left her door open so I did as well; I found her a bra and matching knickers, a blouse and pair of Levi jeans that I folded neatly into a plastic carrier bag. Shoes ran through my head, I didn't know if they were going to keep everything Amanda was wearing so I searched under her bed for shoes and luckily there was a pair under her bed with socks tucked into the tops.

While I was on my knees on the floor there was a knock on the open door, I looked over my shoulder, the man leaning against the doorframe was letching at my arse, there was no way that he was a freshman so he was either a mature student, a second year or third year student. I froze momentarily; this could be one of the men that raped Amanda earlier. I pulled myself together, my mind racing away at two hundred miles an hour. I slipped my hand into my handbag and woke my phone up, starting the voice recording app. Before slipping it back into my bag.

"Hi, where's your roommate?"

"Amanda's trying to join the choir or a folk group; she told me she'd be back late tonight."

"I think I saw you earlier, you were with the field coach running laps, you looked very fit in your running kit."

"Thanks, seems like ages since I did any track work, I think I could be good enough to run on the university team if I can get in enough training."

"Well, before you start training too seriously we're having a 'Warmer' in the student lounge; I'm in charge of vodka! Want to come down and meet a few of the guy's from the Stephen Biko posse?"

A shiver ran down my spine, this couldn't possibly be happening, not twice in two days. One thing it told me was that these guys were sure that they wouldn't be caught or they'd steer well clear of this dorm so soon after gang-raping a nineteen year old girl.

"I don't really drink yet, only just turned eighteen and haven't started drinking yet."

"But you're in the university now, drinking is almost mandatory. Come on, I'll arrange a soft drink for you, as an old lag of the Biko posse it's my job to try and get everyone in the block to come to a mixer to meet everyone else."

"Old lag! What does that mean?"

He stepped into my room, offered me his right hand to shake, "I'm Gethin Evens, I'm a third year student reading chemistry and biology but I started out as a freshman in this block so now I'm here a week early to help break in you new guys into student life."

As I shook Gethin's hand I said, "I'm Sarah Clarke, I'm majoring in English with Amanda but I'm minoring in Business Administration."

"Well Sarah, they're all waiting for the vodka..." Gethin shook the full bottle of vodka that he was holding and shook it in front of my face, "...so why don't you lock up your room and come with me to meet everyone."

As we walked towards the stairs I checked my bag, touched the screen on my phone, the voice recording app was working, it was set to record when there were sounds and to go to sleep during the silences. There were twenty lads in the student lounge and five girls, Gethin took me over to the five girls first, he knew all of their names and what they were studying. While I was chatting to the girls one of the other older men came over to Gethin and took the bottle of Vodka, Gethin said, "I think everyone is in for vodka shots apart from Sarah here, can you get her a lemonade Steve?"

I excused myself and walked over with Steve to the drinks table in the corner, "You sort out the shots; I'll look after my own drink thanks Steve."

I saw that the lemonade bottle had already been opened but the diet cola bottle was still sealed so I opened it and filled a plastic cup with cola before returning to the small group of female students. Gethin cut me out of the group and took me to three men who were talking about rowing, there was a quick introduction and Gethin moved me on again. After I'd been introduced to everyone that was in the lounge Gethin steered me to a sofa with a coffee table in front of it that was close to the stairs. Gethin spent ten minutes plying me with small talk and a fresh face walked in, Gethin almost pulled me to my feet to drag me over to meet the new arrival, another girl that had made a beeline for the group of girls.

I kept a close eye on my cola sitting on the end of the coffee table as Gethin introduced me to the new girl. I allowed a polite introduction but instead of making eye contact with the girl that I was talking too I was watching Steve, he walked over to the table in front of the seat I'd been sitting in, he was collecting up the dirty shot glasses but as he got in between me and my drink I saw him slip his left hand in his left pocket, retrieve a small bottle and tip some of its content into my cola. He swirled the contents of my glass before collecting two more dirty shot glasses.

Steve walked over to our group and slapped Gethin on his back before going on to collect more dirty glasses. Gethin took me back to my seat and I picked up my glass, tipped it against my lips, Gethin was pretending to look the other way but I knew that he was keeping me in his peripheral vision so I mimed drinking my drink to make it look as realistic as possible.

"So Sarah, when did you get here from Derby?"

"I had something on yesterday, a family birthday that I couldn't get out of so I came down this morning on the early train, just one small suitcase; my dad's bringing the rest of my stuff down on Saturday."

Gethin took a swallow from his can of beer and gestured to me to drink some more of my coke, this time Gethin was watching me as the glass approached my lips so I pretended to be looking around as I mimed swallowing, making sure that my neck muscles flexed slightly as I pretended to drink.

I wasn't sure how the date-rape drug was supposed to work, Amanda had said that she got confused very quickly, before she'd got half way down her drink so now that I'd supposedly had two large swallows of my drink perhaps it would or should have started to confuse me by now.

I sat silently just looking at my glass of cola, in my peripheral vision I saw Gethin grin at the look on my face.

"Sarah, did you say that you ran for your school?"

Gethin shook my shoulder to get my attention, I slowly slewed my head into Gethin's direction, "I said, did you say that you ran for your school last year?"

"I...I ran...no... not school...I ran for my Derby...for my county I mean!"

I leaned back on the sofa, Gethin looked around the room, he nodded his head to Steve, he exchanged the smile with Gethin and then Steve wandered over to the other two older students. Gethin shook my shoulder again, "You look tired out Sarah, the early start this morning and running laps earlier must have taken it out of you. Let me help you back upstairs so you can lie down and rest."

I stumbled a few times on the climb up the stairs, one time was to check that my phone was still recording and the other time I pushed the voice recording app to the back and brought the phone to the fore, by the time we reached the second floor I had three nine's on the telephone screen so that all I would need to do would be to press one green button and I'd be connected with the emergency services telephone operator.

Once we hit the second floor landing I headed to the right to the female wing of the building but Gethin pulled me back, "This way Sarah!"

"No...no...My room is number is two-two...two-five, down the other way."

"No Sarah, can't you remember, we're going to the party, you told me you wanted to go to the party to meet everyone and have some fun with us!"

"No...I'm...I...am...sure I was going home to my...my own room...see if Amanda is back from singing yet."

I was pulled through the door to room two-zero-four, the second room from the stairs on the male side of the building. Gethin closed the door behind me and then he started kissing me, I pushed him away as if I was so weak that I could hardly lift my arms, "No...no...I...don't want to kiss..."

Gethin was twisting the buttons down the front of my blouse out of their buttonholes as his mouth covered mine, as he pulled my blouse off I fumbled with my handbag as if I was trying to keep a hold of it while Gethin was trying to pull my arms out of my sleeves, before my handbag slipped onto the top of the sideboard I managed to press the green button, there was a single 'Purr' of the ring tone and I heard the tiny sound of the operator saying "Emergency services, which service..."

"Gethin...stop...I don't want you to undress me!"

"Don't be silly Sarah, you're gagging for it."

"Stop, don't take my blouse off."

That comment was for the benefit of whoever was listening in on the other end of the telephone line because Gethin had removed my blouse and he'd thrown it to the floor and he kissed me again as he hunted for the clasp on the back of my bra, "Gethin stop...I don't want you to take my bra off!"

I was fighting with Gethin but once again it was very half hearted, I fell against the sideboard where my handbag was and called out weakly help me...help, I'm in two-zero-four stop Gethin please, come and help me please!"

Gethin laughed, "Call for help as much as you like Sarah, no one will hear you, everyone from Biko dorm is in the lounge getting drunk on my booze."

Gethin pulled me to my feet and yanked my bra off, I called out in pain but this time my pain was real as was my scream. Suddenly the bedroom door was yanked open and Steve came in, "I can hear her out on the stairs, she isn't ready yet!"

I ended up almost carrying that Amanda girl up the stairs last time because you'd given her so much Rohypnol We'll soon shut her gob when we get started, she can't scream with a cock in her mouth!"

Gethin started to kiss me again while Steve started pulling my skirt, tights and knickers down, I kept pulling my mouth away from Gethin's and calling out, "Please stop...stop undressing me...leave my panties alone, I don't want to be naked with you two."

The door suddenly opened again and I almost breathed a sigh of relief because I thought that the two men rushing into the room were the police but I was wrong, it didn't take me long to realise my mistake when the two of them picked up one of the two beds in the room and moved it so that the two single beds were turned into one six foot wide double bed, in the middle of the room.

Now I was really worried, four men were far too much for me to handle. I'd planned on getting to the point immediately before insertion of the first cock and make a miraculous recovery and a spirited fight for my honour. I was deeply in the shit and I whimpered, Please somebody get the police, help me, there are four of them in here and they're going to rape me!"

Steve threw Gethin a savage look, "I told you that you'd brought her up here too soon, none of the others have ever known what was going on by the time they were naked!"

Gethin shrugged it off, "We'll give her a little neat Rohypnol when we finish with her and she'll forget all about the evening, and probably forget all about the past week too."

The two newcomers to the room stripped themselves naked and then they took my arms and pulled me away from Gethin, Steve stopped them, "Turn her to face me so I can get a full frontal shot of her."

Steve was the only one fully dressed by now, Gethin was stripping himself quickly as Steve used his telephone as a video camera to film my naked body, once Steve was happy that he had filmed every little bit of my body his friends dragged me over to the bed, I screamed out at the top of my lungs, "Someone please free me from room one-zero-four of Stephen Biko House!" as I was dragged onto the bed by the two men, they pinned me down on the bed, stretching my arms and my legs as wide as they would go.

I started fighting, bucking and twisting my body and repeatedly calling out for help but with two of them holding me down Gethin was soon on top of me with Steve right up close filming Gethin's cock as it invaded my body, Steve said, "Pity she's not a virgin like the last one but her fighting you like she is looks more fun than fucking a girl in a coma!"

It didn't take Gethin very long to finish himself off in my cunt, he grunted a few times and gasped for air as his body spasmed and jerked as his seed warmed the inside of my belly. Steve stopped filming and raced to get undressed before Gethin regained his strength and heaved his body off of mine. Steve passed Gethin his mobile phone and took Gethin's place between my thighs while Gethin began filming us both.

Steve was just getting into his stride when the bedroom door was kicked open and six police officers rushed into the bedroom, just about filling every space available. Gethin, Steve and the other two men were handcuffed with their hands behind their backs. They were covered in blankets and taken away to be driven to the central police station in separate cars. Two WPC's came in to look after me, I pointed to a pair of sand coloured Chinos, "Check the left front pocket of those trousers, they're Steve's and I think the drug that they tried to give me is in that pocket."

One of the WPC's put on latex gloves and carefully dipped her hand into Steve's left hand pocket and pulled out a small bottle that was about half full of a clear liquid, she held it up to me, "Is this the drug they used?"

"I never saw the bottle, just that he put it into that pocket as he swirled my drink around to mix the drug in."

I suddenly remembered my telephone; I had the voice recording app running still as well as the connection through to the emergency services operator. I took my telephone out of my bag and brought it up to my ear; I thanked the operator for her help and looked at the total call time, what had seemed to me to be at least an hour long ordeal had lasted just twelve minutes. In fact, I couldn't believe just how fast everything had happened, I'd entered the building at four o'clock and it was only four-forty and it was all over. I'm sure that Amanda's ordeal lasted far longer than forty minutes but at least she had no memory of what the men had done to her, or just how many men had been involved in raping her.

All of the clothes in the room were bagged into separate evidence bags, two ambulance operatives were waiting to take me off to hospital, they slipped a backless gown over my naked body and forced me to lie on their stretcher for my trip to the hospital for tests and observations. I asked one of the WPC's if she was going back to Central, to the rape unit, and when she said that she was I told her about the bag in Amanda's bedroom. She took Amanda's keys off of me and she headed over to Amanda's room to collect her clothes to take to her. I would, of course, have to get my parents to bring me a change of clothes into the hospital as soon as I knew where I was being taken.

At the bottom of the stairs I pointed out the table I was sitting at to the second WPC, "That plastic glass on the end of the table was my glass, Steve never touched it before I filled it but his finger prints should be on the outside and you'll find the drugged cola inside, I took the cola from a sealed coke bottle that's on the drinks table at the back of the lounge.

The WPC wandered off to collect the rest of the evidence and to get the names of the three girls who were sitting on the sofa that I had been sitting on so they could confirm that Steve hadn't been near my glass after I'd left the room.

In hospital the police surgeon visited me with a detective and she had to watch the doctor as he took swabs from all over my body, not just from inside my vagina as I'd expected him to do. My parents turned up an hour later, I showered and dressed and took the doctor's advice and took the morning after pill, just in case Gethin's little deposit fermented into a bun in the oven.

My father drove me to the police station to the rape suite so I could be interviewed and make a statement, when I was asked what I could remember of what happened I suddenly remembered that I'd been recording everything, I took my phone out of my handbag and selected the file and hit the play button. We both sat listening to the playback, it lasted thirty six minutes so I'd been selected by the men and Gethin had made his move on me in just four minutes and it must have taken him two of those four minutes to climb the stairs and find what room I was in.

I bumped into Amanda in the waiting room, she hugged me and thanked me for coming but she said, "You needn't have waited for me though!"

I smiled at her, "I'm not waiting for you Amanda, I was filling in my statement about what happened when I went to your dorm to collect your clothes for you."

Amanda looked a little confused but when she realised that my parents were waiting to take me home it dawned on her that I'd probably been raped too. One of the WPC's asked Amanda if she was ready to go home, I pricked my ears up, "Aren't your parents coming for you?"

"I spoke to my father on the phone, they flew over to France this morning to start their summer holiday, they won't be able to get a flight back until sometime tomorrow."

I walked over to my mother and father and whispered, "Can I invite Amanda home with us for the night please?"

My mother smiled for the first time since she turned up at the hospital and whispered back, "Hardly the time for a sleepover!"

"Amanda turned up at university yesterday and her roommate isn't due to arrive for a few days, I just thought it would help her to have people around that she can trust after what she's been through."

"You've been through the same thing yourself!"

"Yes but I was wide awake, I know exactly what they did to me, Amanda was unconscious, she can only imagine what they did and imagination is far more powerful that real life!"

We took Amanda home for a sleepover, my first in five years, my mother did us a snack dinner while my father set up the foldaway bed in my room at the side of my bed. Amanda chattered until almost one o'clock and then I had to ask her to go to sleep as I had to get off to work early in the morning.

"You can't be serious; you can't go to work tomorrow after what you've been through this afternoon."

"I'm deadly serious, it wasn't the first time I've had sex, it was the first time I was raped, the first time that I was alone in a room with four naked men but I went into it with my eyes wide open because I thought it was the only way I'd be able help stop what those men were doing to young women in their first weeks at university so I'm very happy to go to work as if nothing has happened tomorrow."

Amanda stopped talking, I guess I'd given her something to think about and I finally got to sleep. After breakfast my father was going to drive me to work and Amanda asked if she could get a lift into the university with us, "I've just spoken to my father, he hasn't managed to get a flight back from France yet so I told him to stay there, enjoy his holiday and we'll talk about what happened when he gets back, you were right last night, I was a victim on Sunday but it's up to me to be a victim forever or to just put it behind me as something that happened to me that I can get over."

In the car Amanda whispered, "I'm going to the medical centre as soon as they open, I'm going to get the morning after pill, I refused it last night because I'm a Roman Catholic but why should I risk bringing a baby into the world under those circumstances, it'll just add to my being a victim and it really is my choice not to be a victim."

Amanda and I split up at the main gate, I went to the administration block and my subterranean office while Amanda headed off to her dorm to change her clothes and shower before heading to the medical block and her date with the morning after pill.

I walked into the main office just as nine o'clock struck in the clock tower. John Bentham jumped to his feet, "What happened to you yesterday, I was expecting you back here by four-thirty, that's why I told you to take a taxi to the police station!"

I looked around the room, a grimace of a smile fixed to my face as everyone was looking at me, "Can we go through to your interview room please John?"

John had looked angry when he launched in on me for not returning to work after taking Amanda her clothes but when I asked to see him in his interview room he looked slightly deflated. John was a liberal sociologist at heart, he really was perfect as a counsellor but not cut out at all to be a manager. We walked through the door into John's 'Study' as he liked to call it, I closed the door and told John to sit down. Because I had taken charge John sat on the couch rather than in his usual chair on the other side of the coffee table.

"The reason I didn't come back yesterday afternoon was because the men that raped Amanda were still in the dormitory, they put Rohypnol in my cola and..."

"Stop, you need to be talking to Elizabeth about this!"

"No, Elizabeth isn't my manager, you are. I'm not looking for help or for counselling, I'm telling my boss why I didn't return to work and why I couldn't phone in to explain why I'd be absent for the rest of the day."

"What happened?"

"Once I realised that they were probably the same men that had raped Amanda the day before I phoned the police as they were dragging me up to a bedroom and the police arrested them in the act, they have their own recording of the telephone call and a voice recording I was making on my phone which is sadly now in the police evidence room. Are we good now, can I start work?"

John was blushing but he nodded his head and I left his room. I asked if anyone needed a drink, fortunately I'd remembered that one of my duties was to bring in the milk for teas and coffees. I started my working day making five coffees and then set about filing the 'Bs' while my coffee cooled down. I worked diligently until ten thirty and then made another coffee for everyone, I'd already filed down to the 'Gs'. Everything was going far better than I'd have thought possible but only because I'd realised that the counsellors had each kept their own files around their desks in alphabetical order. I was drinking my coffee when John walked in my room, "Can I have another coffee please, cup and saucer, milk and a sweetener, bring it through to my study when you've made it."

I knocked on John's interview room's door and walked in, the woman sitting opposite John looked at me in shocked recognition, "What are you doing here?"

I didn't recognise her at first but her broad Birmingham accent triggered a memory, she was the DCI in charge of the rape suite last night, she had spoken to me in passing while I was being interviewed, she'd brought in a note for the WPC taking down my statement, the note was simple, Gethin had pleaded guilty to aggravated rape and administering a noxious substance. Apparently while I was in hospital getting checked over, Gethin had been shown the video on Steve's phone, because I was shown fighting Gethin and saying no so often, Gethin's solicitor had advised him to come clean, plead guilty from the outset and hope for a lighter sentence.

"He pleaded guilty to raping you Sarah and when I told him that we were at his flat in town collecting his PC so we could examine its content, he went white and then he told me that he'd raped over sixty girls at the university, my computer experts think it's closer to eighty. They've printed out four photographs of women that have been raped by the group, fortunately they take very good quality videos of each rape so we'll be able to track the women down with the help of the university."

The officer spread four photographs out on the coffee table, "Any idea who these women are?"

John got up off his seat and walked over to the door; he opened it and called Elizabeth in to join us. After he closed the door he said, "Look at these pictures, do you know their names by any chance?"

Elizabeth sat in John's seat, she tapped the first picture, "Brown, either Bethany or Beatrice, she dropped out of the university about four years ago. This one is definitely Mary Appleton, she got pregnant and dropped out last year. This one is Heather Pullman, I can't remember much about her, it must have been six years ago at least."

Elizabeth spent ages tapping her finger against the last photograph, "I'm sure this is Glenise Denby, she was referred to me when she discovered that she was pregnant, she was surprised because she was sure that she was a virgin still. Their files will all be in the records room but they're all in such a mess, it'll take ages to find them."

I jotted down the four names of women that I'd already filed because I'd already finished filing A to G and then I wrote down Pullman, Heather, I had a good idea where to look in the various piles of records, I'd noticed that the largest single pile in my room were all women's names so I assumed that they were all Elizabeth's clients.

It took me two minutes to find the first three folders out of the filling cabinet, and ten minutes to make several lucky dips into Elizabeth's Pile of folders awaiting amalgamating and filing with the rest of the counsellor's files. John and Elizabeth were very surprised at how quickly I'd found the four folders. Elizabeth opened Beatrice Brown's folder first, there was a photograph stapled to the front page inside the folder, the woman looking sombrely out of the picture had a bruised cheek and a split lip, Elizabeth read through her notes, "Beatrice woke up later than usual feeling like she had a hangover even though she hadn't been drinking the day before, she came to see me because of her unexplained facial injuries. We never got to the bottom of it and she left the university at the end of her first term because she found out that she was pregnant."

The stories were similar in all four cases, there was only one other photograph in Elizabeth's folders to check against the pictures brought in by the police and John had to go on his computer and search through past students ID photographs to find photographs of the other two women to confirm that they were the women in the other two police photographs.

DCI Jones said, "I'll get the local police in their home counties to have a word with them, take their statements and everything."

John perked up a little, "Erm, Chief Inspector, these four women don't even know they have been raped for sure, they all know Elizabeth, wouldn't it be kinder to allow Elizabeth to go in and talk to them first, explain things in a sensitive way and then encourage the woman to go to the police and make their statements."

Elizabeth chipped in, "There are children to consider as well, at least three of these woman dropped out of university because they found that they were pregnant and very probably by the men that raped them, we have to consider the children as well."

Elizabeth left the office just after lunch, she'd made contact with Beatrice Brown by telephone, she'd chosen Beatrice because she lived the closest to the university. After Elizabeth left I telephoned a hotel in Beatrice's town and booked Elizabeth a room and then I worked out the next closest victim and started to track down a telephone number for her before passing it over to John for him to have a chat to her and arrange an appointment for Elizabeth to meet her the following morning. By the end of the afternoon we'd arranged for Elizabeth to meet all four of the women over the next few days.

Filing got forgotten about for a while as John gave me a crash course in how to talk to the young women that would be coming in to our office looking for help. Counselling wasn't that difficult, ninety five percent of the time all the women wanted was a sympathetic ear to talk to and the resolution to problems were usually very simple. We had the power to switch a student from one course to another without needing to give any explanation or move a student from one tutor to another within the same course, again without having to give any explanation. They were the main two things that students found difficult to manage on their own.

Housing was another difficulty, first year students that had probably never shared a room with anyone in their lives before could find difficulty with the roommate they'd been assigned and needed help to move around the halls or to be allowed to live off campus like the second and third year students did.

The other five percent of problems, I'd take the initial interview and then call John in as senior counsellor and he would sit in with me and deal with things while I observed. Elizabeth wasn't away from the office for just three days, the police came up with new photographs every day, they were sent to local police stations wherever Elizabeth happened to be so she could pick them up, identify the women if she could and then we, in the office in the university would find the folders, check for photographs in the folder or on the computer and then make contact for Elizabeth to call and chat to the women.

No one actually told me officially how many women Gethin's gang had raped but because I had to find the records for them I knew that there had been sixty eight rapes over seven years that Steve had recorded on his phone and passed around to Gethin and the other two rapists. Each woman had been raped by at least four men and sometimes more than four. I'd looked through Gethin's file on the computer, totally unofficially and probably illegally as well, Gethin had started his university studies ten years earlier and he had been in Stephen Biko dorm in room two-zero-four as a first year student. It seemed to me that Gethin had actually started raping students at the university the year after he graduated and so shouldn't have even been on university property.

Fortunately the gang all pleaded guilty to every count of aggravated rape. My video was the only one that showed a victim fighting and saying no because every other woman was drugged insensible. Amanda became a friend, often spending the weekend at my house with me, she at least was grateful that the members of the gang had all pleaded guilty to raping us all so that she didn't have to go into a courtroom full of strangers and go through every detail of an ordeal that she couldn't remember. I was also happy that I didn't have to relive everything. In my case, a savvy lawyer might have claimed that I'd acted as an 'Agent Provocateur' to trap Gethin and his gang so I was happy that I'd avoided that possibility.

There was another significant incident while Elizabeth was out of the office talking to past victims of the rapists but I'll have to tell you that another time...TBC!

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