This is an experience of a young lady with some married men she met on the popular Blackberry Messenger (BBM).:
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 HORNY 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 horny 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 horny. 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.
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.
