A TOUCHING TRUE LIFE STORY...(MUST READ)...

I am a graduate and currently serving in Kaduna. I could have
runced it, but I needed somewhere to clear my head and forget
about my ugly encounter. Here is my story.
It happened to have a married man as a contact on my BBM. He
had been asking me out for over six months and I refused to
date him. As time went on, he invited me clubbing with him
when his wife was outside the country, and I went with him all
night. We spent most of the night at Swe bar, Lagos.
I also met his clique of friends, married as well with their
various mistresses. We had ‘mad’ fun. After all the clubbing
and drinking, he lodged me in a hotel somewhere in Obalende.
I felt sort of safe with him. We did not have se’x, but he made
sweet love to me and touched me in places I had never ever
imagined.
He kissed me passionately but guess what? He did not have
se’x with me. We did all sorts but there was no penetration.
So, to an extent, I trusted he was a good person to be around
with. I did not know that it was all part of the plan.

He gave me N10,000 and put me in a cab to go home the next
morning. We kept talking and chatting and sending nak’ed
pictures to each other and he told me naughty things of how
he wanted to whisper things in my ear, I blushed. We didn’t
see for two weeks and that was because his wife just came
back from Turkey.
One faithful evening, he pinged me that he was organising a
beach party/boat cruise and that he would love for me to be
his date and that he wanted to open a BBM chat, as a medium
for his friends and my friends to interact. I was excited about
it, I just wanted to have fun. I was able to get five of my very
hot friends.
The BBM group opened and we got chatting. I also realise that
majority of them were married and working in reputable firms.
It was fun and we didn’t mind if they were married, we just
wanted to have fun, as well as some other girls apart from my
friends in the group.
We chatted exclusively, sent pictures to the BBM group to
introduce ourselves, and we had opened group conversations
pending the beach party. And as excited as we were, we went
shopping for nice se’xy beach wears.
The D-day finally came, we all assembled at the Lagos Island
Boat Club. I was wowed because it was a high class party. We
were cruising in a boat loaded with goodies drinks and hot
babes, and as well ‘MARRIED MEN’. I did not care, I just said
in my mind that I would not roll with married men anymore
after this, that for now, all I wanted to do was to catch some
fun. After all, I wasn’t paying bills.
We got there, it was a private beach resort. Most of the beach
facilities I got to see there were owned by multinational
companies. We got out of the boat, and went to where we were
partying. It was a duplex made with wood. It was a very nice
setting.
I felt comfortable because it even had a fence around it
separating it from other beach houses around. So, there was
privacy and of course bouncers (heavy looking guys) guarding
the place. I said to myself, this must be heaven, I must be
dreaming.
Anyways, we felt free with each other because we had been
chatting. It was 5:30pm and the party just started. We had
drinks flowing from the private bar tender which happens to be
owned by one of the men in the group. Reality struck when I
realised that I was feeling dizzy and feeling really funny and
light headed. Not only me, but other girls around me too
noticed there was something strange about it.
I was also feeling Hot as hell! I had been drugged. They
monitored us and when they knew the drug had really gone
deep into our system, they moved us up into the main beach
house. I could still see faces, but was too weak and Hot to
react.
Mr B, the man who took me clubbing, carried me in his hands
like a sacrifice and put me down on the floor just as other men
also did with their girls. We were eight in numbers; 8 girls, 8
guys, and they all stri*ped us down and had se’x with us.
I enjoyed it a bit because I was Hot. It was a mixed feeling
because I cried, I moaned, but I did not know how many times
he came into me. He pounded me hard. I was dizzy, but he
grabbed me with force. All I could notice was the wedding ring
on his finger. I thought of how wicked and miserable some
married can be. How inhuman and heartless they could be.
All of them took turns in switching partners and slept with all
of us. I passed out. That was the last thing I could remember.
I felt water poured on me. I noticed all the other girls around
me too were half nak’ed and some stark nak’ed.
We spent the night at the beach, but the men were no where to
be found. I looked round me and all I could see was packs of
used condoms. I ran to pick my cloths and possibly raise an
alarm. I got dressed, found my phone with an envelope. It
contained N16,000 and a note asking us to take N2000 each
for transport. Tears of anger and rage filled my eyes and the
girls around me as well.
“We were drugged and used like tissue paper. I grabbed my
phone and noticed a ping came in. I checked my phone and I
noticed the BBM group had been deleted, and a message via
BBM from MR B came in. He threatened me that if I say a
word to anyone, I would regret it.
I told him he was a bastard, and he said try it. A picture came
in, several pictures. In fact, they were pictures of us being
nak’ed on the floor. Pictures of the humiliating us but they
blurred the faces of the men. In total, I got 20 pictures. I was
not myself for a month.
I went back to school, I had no one to talk to. The rest of the
semester was hell for me. My CGPA dropped drastically. It
was the worst out of the worst result I ever had.
Till today, my friends and I have not discussed this with
anyone, but all I could do when I heard of Cynthia’s story was
to narrate my own ordeal anonymously and spread the news,
the word, and pray they (ladies who do runs) see it and
changed their ways.
I am now born again. I have given my life to Christ. I fear men
so much that I cannot even move close to them. I still have
nightmares, but with time, God will strengthen me and I will
move on. My advice to single ladies out there is, do not be
desperate for fun. Pray to God to open your eyes of
understanding, and pray hard. He who kneels before God will
stand before kings and queens.
To all married women, pray hard to God to intervene in your
marriages and turn your husbands from bad habits and bad
friends. As for me, I do not think I ever want to get married or
date a man again. That chapter has been closed for good in
my life.
Please, do not ignore my mail. Please post it. There are a lot
of things we ladies need to learn. Please post it on your blog
and save a soul. It could be your friend, sister, cousin,
neighbour.