"""l 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.
I 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 sex, 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 sex 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 naked 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
sexy 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
stripped us down and had
sex 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
naked and some stark
naked.
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
naked 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,the story it
much,I pray the lord shield
wiill never depart from u
gurl in jesus name

Sad story. I think you should forever be grateful to God. This is perhaps one of the ways ritualists get body parts. But don't forget you asked for it. Greed, desiring to live beyond your means at whatever cost.