"I sat down on the sofa with my head up, clueless, confused
and disorganized, the only thing I was very aware of is that i’m in desperate
need of help. I know I need a change, I don’t want to run no more from my own
mind, this days is the worst place to be.
It all started when I meet Bobby, we were just friends,
later we became best friends and then we finally got married, I would say he
was the most amazing man on earth, but now! I don’t know anymore. He made
me happy and gave me liberty to almost everything, he thought me to be
fearless.
On our honeymoon we went to a strange place, it was
beautiful i was the happiest woman in the world, i needed nothing more, I had
Bobby, I had everything. The adventure started when we both slept with another
married couple, I was scared at first but it turned out awesome and fun, and
then we kept sleeping with random people, couples, prostitutes and anyone that
was down with our adventurous escapade, we did alot in public or private places and anywhere, soon i
started drugs and anything that would keep be floating.
It was all cool until I started having the desire to be
raped, not just by one man, but a gang of rapist, i was not sexually abused as
a child so I wonder where all this was coming from. I nursed this desire for a
while, when I couldn’t help it I paid three guys to rape me. As it was arranged
I was alone at home ‘my husband’s house’ on that faithful day, they came and
rapped me and left, without stealing anything from me. occasionally I call and
invite them, I’m not to know the day or time. But I’m the mastermind of the
operation.
The last one my husband was caught up in it all, I was gang rapped in his presence, as he was tied up and blind folded, he heard me, cry and morn, I came three times, squirting all over the place. As they left I lay down there crying, and then instantly I knew I needed help, I knew I was sick.
Bobby knew this was all me, without saying a word he carried
me, we went to the hospital, he kept looking at me and I couldn’t look at my husband.
Everything went normal in couple of days, we resumed the
sexual adventure and it was all fine, I never contacted my boys. Six months
later I and Bobby had a fight, he left home angrily, after few hours I was
cooking when five unknown men invaded my home, and rapped me, this time it was
nothing like my arrangement, it was different, I was slapped, dragged and truly
rapped.
When they left I called Bobby several times he wouldn’t pick
up, i had no one to call, as everyone around me before i met and married Booby, knew we were in our own world, many confessed they admire our undieing love for each other, a lot admired our closeness, but none knew what it really was, even my parents.. only me and my husband knows.
I was scared to death as I changed my cloth to leave
the house I met Booby at the front door, like nothing ever happened, he asked
me where I was rushing to? I was dumbfounded, shocked and in pains, my Vagina
still hurts a bit. I stammered as i told him I was rapped, Bobby wasn’t angry,
surprised or shocked, he just held my hands as I stood trembling, he hugged me
and we went to the hospital as usual.
After this particular incident I was rapped again twice,
same guys I believe, they were still five, I began to suspect my husband, after
being reluctant in each occasion to contact the police. I started my
investigation. I was perplex to find a CD that contained a video record of the
five guys that rapped me in my husband’s brief case. I sent it to my flash and
returned it. This time I knew I was in trouble, I had to tell someone, the
world. I don’t know how I got here but am here, I don’t know if am a victim or I’ve
been victimized".
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