Harassment and Rape
On a hot summer's Friday, with thermometers reading nearly 100 degrees Fahrenheit, they arrived at Nairobi Airport. - The air conditioning inside the plane had protected them until then from the temperature outside, which was only noticed when, as they walked to the gate for disembarkation, they were whipped by a breeze so hot that it seemed to them that they were at the mouth of an oven; - breathing deeply to get used to that new and scorching temperature, they descended the stairs that took them to the runway walking about 200 meters to the station, which was enough to make them feel completely drenched in sweat with their clothes clinging to their bodies.
After half an hour of waiting for their suitcases and the usual customs bureaucracies, they took a rotting taxi, an American Ford of the 1960's, of indefinite colour pulling more towards rusty-yellow, certainly bought second-hand in some junkyard and driven by a young, half-mad black man who made the road and city streets his speedway, to the Regency Hotel, where the congress was to be held.
Unlike most of the capital's dilapidated and dirty buildings, the Regency was a luxurious, modern five-star hotel with air-conditioning and hydro-massage baths in every room, but strategically placed almost outside the balconies, providing guests with a relaxed bath, either inside or outside, by simply opening a door.
The first two days, as expected, were quite tedious for Garcia, with a series of successive meetings, mixed with protocol lunches and dinners that occupied him all the time.
Tania, freed from those commitments, used the mornings to swim and sunbathe in the hotel pool, while the afternoons were spent exploring the city and commerce, especially the multi-colored outdoor fairs where everything was sold, from handicrafts to exotic animals, mixed with food made right there on the edge of the walkways, of more than dubious hygiene, where the flies ruled over their pleasure, being perhaps one of the main condiments. - She wore very short shorts and a very decorated T-shirt, brown in color, with her head protected by a wide-brimmed straw hat, in the midst of a frenetic movement, with people of color huddling together, as if it were a tumultuous river.
There was in the air a strong smell of French fries and mustard from the sweat and perspiration of that crowd, which pushed her from side to side like a canoe on a rough sea.
Annoyed by this mixture of smells, she walked away from the scene, nauseated, into an area of narrow streets, full of dubious bars and small shops, where, on the corners, blacks and blacks offered themselves brazenly to passersby.
The dehydration she suffered from the sweat made her long for something cold enough to quench her thirst. - Overcoming the disgust, she entered a bar, which was permeated with a mixture of dubious smells, poorly lit, where at the tables sat apathetic people, certainly "professionals of unemployment" who whispered among themselves, causing a noise similar to the buzzing of a hive.
He approached the counter, asking a skeletal waiter as apathetic as the guests for a very cold mineral water.
Her presence in that place was as conspicuous as a solitary tree in the middle of the savannah. - How by charm all the noise of conversation ceased, it seemed to her that the whole world had become dependent on her. - Uncomfortable, as it were, to be the center of the universe, she quickly drank the water, paid, and headed straight for the exit.
An American "Dodge", uncoupled, and with the name "taxi" written crudely in white letters on the doors, stood there as if waiting for you.
"Taxi?" asked the driver, "a shaggy black man in a sleeveless T-shirt that was once white but is now much browner, and who looked to be about 25 years old, speaking rather poor English.
"Hotel Regency?" she asked.
"Yes, I know where it is", he replied with a strange and awkward accent at once.
Tania, in need of something better and because it was already getting dark, making those alleys extremely dangerous, especially for women of her race, got into the "taxi", which immediately started, amid a hail of smoke and strange engine noises, only covered by the squeaks of loose plates of the body and the suspension.
Swirling through the alleys, the car, like an inverted dragon, left behind it a suffocating cloud of black smoke, making its way in disjointed jerks to the tourist area, while the "chaufeur", almost shouting, in order to be heard in the middle of that "orchestra" of strange and uncomfortable sounds, tried to strike up a conversation...
- <unk> Is Madame alone? - if I want to take Madame to a place where she has "mens strongs" ... no aids, - do whatever Madame wants...<unk> - seeing her admired look through the rearview mirror, he continued to harangue even more insistently: - <unk> Let's go?... no one here knows Madame! - try playing with the blacks, ... be much better with the whites!!!...<unk>
Even without getting any answer, he kept insisting in a mellifluous voice:
Madame, do you understand what I mean, blacks are very, very good, they're bigots, more bigots than whites.
Unable to get any answer, he growled in French, showing his teeth in a smile, thinking that what he said was completely incomprehensible to her: "This bitch is getting thin, but if I can convince you, oh there, you'll see what's good for the cough! You take so many in this crack, that for a month you'll walk naked! You'll see, bitch what it's like to make bacon with blacks! "
Unbelievable as it may seem, and because she understood the noise even though she didn't give it away, Tania could feel the door of lust opening, a shiver of lust coursing through her body, only the fear of the "AIDS" was greater than that mad desire that was bursting into a violent flame.
Hearing the voice of reason, he chose to cut off that hypothesis of adventure, thus ordering the chaufeur dry: - <unk> Hotel Regency ...please!<unk> - putting an end, he thought, to that "array" of words that like a pylon hammer was beginning to dig his defense wall.
With half-closed eyes, and in the midst of the endless jerks of the car, she felt the lust wanting to take possession of herself, imagining herself lying on a stone altar, being possessed by an entire tribe of blacks, who one after another were raping her, feeling their huge penises penetrate her to the rough cadence of the jerks of the taxi causing her a demonic joy.
Even without realizing it, his breathing was rapid, occasionally letting out a few shredded sighs, cut off in shock when he felt the driver's rough hand penetrate his middle of the legs on the way to sex. Closing them in an instinctive act and giving a shout of stupor ordered sharply: - <unk> Stop this disgusting taxi immediately that I want to get out! Stop! Did you hear? <unk> - forcing the black man to hurriedly remove the handle babbling nervously - <unk> Sorry madame, please sorry! I judge that madame will like it! Please do not make complaints to the police about me! We are already coming! <unk>
Indeed, just ahead was the Hotel, which he reached almost immediately, stopping in a cloud of smoke and the squealing of tires and brakes.
In a manner that looked like something out of a comedy film, the doorman, a middle-aged black man, with his green jacket, gold-lined, and white gloves, looking like this, an operetta general, very ceremoniously opened the door of the taxi, as if that miserable "asshole" was an authentic "Rolls-Royce", making Tania smile, with all that protocol scene.
While paying for the "ride", the driver, not giving up on the idea of wanting to be "useful", made sure to hand her a crumpled and wrinkled card, at the same time as she asked. - Madame! if you need anything call this number, please...
With a - "You're out of your mind!" - she said goodbye, still trembling as she got out of the car and walked across the hall toward the reception desk, where she asked for the key, then headed straight for her room.
Inside, he kicked off his shoes, almost throwing them up to the ceiling, and took off his sweaty clothes, throwing them on the floor, while at the same time calling room service for a bottle of chilled champagne.
Breathing deeply and sighing with pleasure, not only because she felt free from the rags that had clung to her body, but also because of the pleasant temperature she was now enjoying, she went to take the bath of immersion for which she had longed for so many hours. - Sitting with half-closed eyes, feeling the pressure of the water swirling around her body, she thought with excitement about the audacity and the words of the driver, letting her imagination run free, trying to glimpse how far she could have gone if she had given loose nets to the man.
With the lukewarm water covering his chest, he had entered a woodshed, a middle ground between the conscious and the unconscious.
In her dreams, she could feel the driver's hand palpating her legs, pulling her panties to the side and trying to force her fingers into the wet carriage, while she, instead of defending herself, opened her legs wide, letting her body slide against the rough hand that penetrated her.
She had been in the water for almost a quarter of an hour, unconsciously twisting her voluptuous body, when suddenly she was awakened by the sound of a knock on the door.
It took him a while to settle into reality, finally remembering his request. "Come in and bring me the drink over here", he said.
It was the servant, in fact, who came in, bringing the champagne. - Looking around and noticing that the guest was in the bathtub, he immediately went there, resting the tray on a small table, within reach of the hand and gently filling a glass.
Tania, sipping a big gulp of that golden liquid, took a deep sigh of satisfaction, as she passed the ice-cold glass on her chest, enjoying the pleasure of her touch...
There was no doubt that the servant, although quite young, for he was not over 18 years of age, had already gone through many strange situations in that hotel, for he behaved perfectly at ease without any embarrassment at the fact that she was there completely naked practically in front of him.
Her immaculately white uniform, strung together with the black color of her skin, resembled a statue in the way it stood out in front of her, awaiting orders.
"One moment please!" she said as she stood up, letting all her nakedness be seen for a moment in the time it took her to wrap herself in a towel. Then she went to the bedside table and took out some coins and thanked the servant.
"Thank you, Madame", thanked the boy, stepping back, preparing to leave.
There are thoughts that come to us suddenly, causing us to act in such an unexpected way, that 30 seconds before, we would have found their realization perfectly utopian.
It was exactly one of those occasions that Tania was going through.
Looking at the servant's graceful and impassive demeanor, she "evilly" decided in a flash to try to seduce the boy, more for the joy of seeing him lose that correct composure than for the desire to have sex, because despite her lascivious personality, she had never had any attraction to beardless boys, preferring instead experienced men who knew exactly what they were doing, giving time for the two of them to enjoy the relationship ...
What is certain is that even thinking like this, Tania handed a towel to the servant, asking him with a malicious smile, while at the same time turning around: - <unk> please wipe my back! <unk>, meanwhile letting the towel in which it was wrapped fall down a little premeditatedly, letting him see part of his buttocks...
It is often said that one who plays with fire will get burned, and Tania acting in that way with an 18-year-old boy, - age at which even without a flame there is spontaneous combustion - besides not considering also the tremendous attraction that white meat represents for the black race, was exposing herself beyond the limits of reason...
Without knowing how, she was suddenly and abruptly pushed up on the bed by the servant, falling on her back, and even before she could articulate any defensive gesture, she was being "ridden" by him, who even without taking off her clothes, simply opening at supersonic speed the sleeve, introduced her dry and at once the entire penis, raping her with the energy and speed of a rabbit as if the world was collapsing.
Tania, stunned, only came to her senses moments later, when she felt the bacamarte entering and exiting her sex in a hellish frenzy, releasing, as if it had taken a cork from her mouth, a furious scream of pain and revolt, while violently shaking her arms and legs, screeching, trying to get rid of that humiliating situation: "Let me go, you fucking savage! Get out of my way, you big beast! I'll kill you, I'll kill your animal!" - she shouted, trying to reach his face with the nails in a sling, which scratched the skin of the soulless, leaving blood on his face.
Although all the energy he put into her movements, scratching her face and hitting her body, he, totally out of his mind, continued to "hammer" her sex completely oblivious to the pain, ending, shortly after, with a "hoo", for ejaculating inside her...
As soon as the rape had begun, it was over, too, with the servant, as if out of a dream, staring in amazement at her and her blood-stained immaculate uniform, seeming not to understand exactly what had happened...
Feeling loose, Tania jumped up, as if she had been catapulted, releasing a scream of deep revolt, trying madly to continue attacking him, while she shouted at him in her own language. "Son of a bitch! I'll kill you!... I'll kill you bastard!... "
He defended himself as best he could from the barrage of slaps, punches and kicks that she distributed everywhere, begging: "Please, madam, forgive me, I don't know what happened!... the truth is that I don't know!...please!...", at the same time as he was retreating, he ended up escaping at great speed through the door, as if the devil was hurrying him.
Tania's first reaction was to run to the phone and call the hotel security; - she still picked up the phone, but thinking better, she eventually turned it off, realizing that even if she didn't want to apologize to the servant for what he had done to her, the truth is that she had greatly contributed to that situation by deliberately making the boy lose his composure.
Still quite upset, with her heart pounding from the emotion she had suffered, feeling impregnated by the stench of filth, actually more psychological than real, she went back into the bathtub, rubbing herself desperately, trying as if to erase the rape scenes because they had passed.
When Garcia arrived, it was almost three o'clock in the morning, and he found the woman lying down pretending to be asleep, since she did not feel the slightest inclination to be "touched" by any man, much less by her husband.
Nevertheless, she eventually fell asleep, sleeping with constant nightmares that made her shiver, extremely afraid that she might have contracted AIDS, for she knew full well of the epidemic raging on the African continent and especially in its urban centers.
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After half an hour of waiting for their suitcases and the usual customs bureaucracies, they took a rotting taxi, an American Ford of the 1960's, of indefinite colour pulling more towards rusty-yellow, certainly bought second-hand in some junkyard and driven by a young, half-mad black man who made the road and city streets his speedway, to the Regency Hotel, where the congress was to be held.
Unlike most of the capital's dilapidated and dirty buildings, the Regency was a luxurious, modern five-star hotel with air-conditioning and hydro-massage baths in every room, but strategically placed almost outside the balconies, providing guests with a relaxed bath, either inside or outside, by simply opening a door.
The first two days, as expected, were quite tedious for Garcia, with a series of successive meetings, mixed with protocol lunches and dinners that occupied him all the time.
Tania, freed from those commitments, used the mornings to swim and sunbathe in the hotel pool, while the afternoons were spent exploring the city and commerce, especially the multi-colored outdoor fairs where everything was sold, from handicrafts to exotic animals, mixed with food made right there on the edge of the walkways, of more than dubious hygiene, where the flies ruled over their pleasure, being perhaps one of the main condiments. - She wore very short shorts and a very decorated T-shirt, brown in color, with her head protected by a wide-brimmed straw hat, in the midst of a frenetic movement, with people of color huddling together, as if it were a tumultuous river.
There was in the air a strong smell of French fries and mustard from the sweat and perspiration of that crowd, which pushed her from side to side like a canoe on a rough sea.
Annoyed by this mixture of smells, she walked away from the scene, nauseated, into an area of narrow streets, full of dubious bars and small shops, where, on the corners, blacks and blacks offered themselves brazenly to passersby.
The dehydration she suffered from the sweat made her long for something cold enough to quench her thirst. - Overcoming the disgust, she entered a bar, which was permeated with a mixture of dubious smells, poorly lit, where at the tables sat apathetic people, certainly "professionals of unemployment" who whispered among themselves, causing a noise similar to the buzzing of a hive.
He approached the counter, asking a skeletal waiter as apathetic as the guests for a very cold mineral water.
Her presence in that place was as conspicuous as a solitary tree in the middle of the savannah. - How by charm all the noise of conversation ceased, it seemed to her that the whole world had become dependent on her. - Uncomfortable, as it were, to be the center of the universe, she quickly drank the water, paid, and headed straight for the exit.
An American "Dodge", uncoupled, and with the name "taxi" written crudely in white letters on the doors, stood there as if waiting for you.
"Taxi?" asked the driver, "a shaggy black man in a sleeveless T-shirt that was once white but is now much browner, and who looked to be about 25 years old, speaking rather poor English.
"Hotel Regency?" she asked.
"Yes, I know where it is", he replied with a strange and awkward accent at once.
Tania, in need of something better and because it was already getting dark, making those alleys extremely dangerous, especially for women of her race, got into the "taxi", which immediately started, amid a hail of smoke and strange engine noises, only covered by the squeaks of loose plates of the body and the suspension.
Swirling through the alleys, the car, like an inverted dragon, left behind it a suffocating cloud of black smoke, making its way in disjointed jerks to the tourist area, while the "chaufeur", almost shouting, in order to be heard in the middle of that "orchestra" of strange and uncomfortable sounds, tried to strike up a conversation...
- <unk> Is Madame alone? - if I want to take Madame to a place where she has "mens strongs" ... no aids, - do whatever Madame wants...<unk> - seeing her admired look through the rearview mirror, he continued to harangue even more insistently: - <unk> Let's go?... no one here knows Madame! - try playing with the blacks, ... be much better with the whites!!!...<unk>
Even without getting any answer, he kept insisting in a mellifluous voice:
Madame, do you understand what I mean, blacks are very, very good, they're bigots, more bigots than whites.
Unable to get any answer, he growled in French, showing his teeth in a smile, thinking that what he said was completely incomprehensible to her: "This bitch is getting thin, but if I can convince you, oh there, you'll see what's good for the cough! You take so many in this crack, that for a month you'll walk naked! You'll see, bitch what it's like to make bacon with blacks! "
Unbelievable as it may seem, and because she understood the noise even though she didn't give it away, Tania could feel the door of lust opening, a shiver of lust coursing through her body, only the fear of the "AIDS" was greater than that mad desire that was bursting into a violent flame.
Hearing the voice of reason, he chose to cut off that hypothesis of adventure, thus ordering the chaufeur dry: - <unk> Hotel Regency ...please!<unk> - putting an end, he thought, to that "array" of words that like a pylon hammer was beginning to dig his defense wall.
With half-closed eyes, and in the midst of the endless jerks of the car, she felt the lust wanting to take possession of herself, imagining herself lying on a stone altar, being possessed by an entire tribe of blacks, who one after another were raping her, feeling their huge penises penetrate her to the rough cadence of the jerks of the taxi causing her a demonic joy.
Even without realizing it, his breathing was rapid, occasionally letting out a few shredded sighs, cut off in shock when he felt the driver's rough hand penetrate his middle of the legs on the way to sex. Closing them in an instinctive act and giving a shout of stupor ordered sharply: - <unk> Stop this disgusting taxi immediately that I want to get out! Stop! Did you hear? <unk> - forcing the black man to hurriedly remove the handle babbling nervously - <unk> Sorry madame, please sorry! I judge that madame will like it! Please do not make complaints to the police about me! We are already coming! <unk>
Indeed, just ahead was the Hotel, which he reached almost immediately, stopping in a cloud of smoke and the squealing of tires and brakes.
In a manner that looked like something out of a comedy film, the doorman, a middle-aged black man, with his green jacket, gold-lined, and white gloves, looking like this, an operetta general, very ceremoniously opened the door of the taxi, as if that miserable "asshole" was an authentic "Rolls-Royce", making Tania smile, with all that protocol scene.
While paying for the "ride", the driver, not giving up on the idea of wanting to be "useful", made sure to hand her a crumpled and wrinkled card, at the same time as she asked. - Madame! if you need anything call this number, please...
With a - "You're out of your mind!" - she said goodbye, still trembling as she got out of the car and walked across the hall toward the reception desk, where she asked for the key, then headed straight for her room.
Inside, he kicked off his shoes, almost throwing them up to the ceiling, and took off his sweaty clothes, throwing them on the floor, while at the same time calling room service for a bottle of chilled champagne.
Breathing deeply and sighing with pleasure, not only because she felt free from the rags that had clung to her body, but also because of the pleasant temperature she was now enjoying, she went to take the bath of immersion for which she had longed for so many hours. - Sitting with half-closed eyes, feeling the pressure of the water swirling around her body, she thought with excitement about the audacity and the words of the driver, letting her imagination run free, trying to glimpse how far she could have gone if she had given loose nets to the man.
With the lukewarm water covering his chest, he had entered a woodshed, a middle ground between the conscious and the unconscious.
In her dreams, she could feel the driver's hand palpating her legs, pulling her panties to the side and trying to force her fingers into the wet carriage, while she, instead of defending herself, opened her legs wide, letting her body slide against the rough hand that penetrated her.
She had been in the water for almost a quarter of an hour, unconsciously twisting her voluptuous body, when suddenly she was awakened by the sound of a knock on the door.
It took him a while to settle into reality, finally remembering his request. "Come in and bring me the drink over here", he said.
It was the servant, in fact, who came in, bringing the champagne. - Looking around and noticing that the guest was in the bathtub, he immediately went there, resting the tray on a small table, within reach of the hand and gently filling a glass.
Tania, sipping a big gulp of that golden liquid, took a deep sigh of satisfaction, as she passed the ice-cold glass on her chest, enjoying the pleasure of her touch...
There was no doubt that the servant, although quite young, for he was not over 18 years of age, had already gone through many strange situations in that hotel, for he behaved perfectly at ease without any embarrassment at the fact that she was there completely naked practically in front of him.
Her immaculately white uniform, strung together with the black color of her skin, resembled a statue in the way it stood out in front of her, awaiting orders.
"One moment please!" she said as she stood up, letting all her nakedness be seen for a moment in the time it took her to wrap herself in a towel. Then she went to the bedside table and took out some coins and thanked the servant.
"Thank you, Madame", thanked the boy, stepping back, preparing to leave.
There are thoughts that come to us suddenly, causing us to act in such an unexpected way, that 30 seconds before, we would have found their realization perfectly utopian.
It was exactly one of those occasions that Tania was going through.
Looking at the servant's graceful and impassive demeanor, she "evilly" decided in a flash to try to seduce the boy, more for the joy of seeing him lose that correct composure than for the desire to have sex, because despite her lascivious personality, she had never had any attraction to beardless boys, preferring instead experienced men who knew exactly what they were doing, giving time for the two of them to enjoy the relationship ...
What is certain is that even thinking like this, Tania handed a towel to the servant, asking him with a malicious smile, while at the same time turning around: - <unk> please wipe my back! <unk>, meanwhile letting the towel in which it was wrapped fall down a little premeditatedly, letting him see part of his buttocks...
It is often said that one who plays with fire will get burned, and Tania acting in that way with an 18-year-old boy, - age at which even without a flame there is spontaneous combustion - besides not considering also the tremendous attraction that white meat represents for the black race, was exposing herself beyond the limits of reason...
Without knowing how, she was suddenly and abruptly pushed up on the bed by the servant, falling on her back, and even before she could articulate any defensive gesture, she was being "ridden" by him, who even without taking off her clothes, simply opening at supersonic speed the sleeve, introduced her dry and at once the entire penis, raping her with the energy and speed of a rabbit as if the world was collapsing.
Tania, stunned, only came to her senses moments later, when she felt the bacamarte entering and exiting her sex in a hellish frenzy, releasing, as if it had taken a cork from her mouth, a furious scream of pain and revolt, while violently shaking her arms and legs, screeching, trying to get rid of that humiliating situation: "Let me go, you fucking savage! Get out of my way, you big beast! I'll kill you, I'll kill your animal!" - she shouted, trying to reach his face with the nails in a sling, which scratched the skin of the soulless, leaving blood on his face.
Although all the energy he put into her movements, scratching her face and hitting her body, he, totally out of his mind, continued to "hammer" her sex completely oblivious to the pain, ending, shortly after, with a "hoo", for ejaculating inside her...
As soon as the rape had begun, it was over, too, with the servant, as if out of a dream, staring in amazement at her and her blood-stained immaculate uniform, seeming not to understand exactly what had happened...
Feeling loose, Tania jumped up, as if she had been catapulted, releasing a scream of deep revolt, trying madly to continue attacking him, while she shouted at him in her own language. "Son of a bitch! I'll kill you!... I'll kill you bastard!... "
He defended himself as best he could from the barrage of slaps, punches and kicks that she distributed everywhere, begging: "Please, madam, forgive me, I don't know what happened!... the truth is that I don't know!...please!...", at the same time as he was retreating, he ended up escaping at great speed through the door, as if the devil was hurrying him.
Tania's first reaction was to run to the phone and call the hotel security; - she still picked up the phone, but thinking better, she eventually turned it off, realizing that even if she didn't want to apologize to the servant for what he had done to her, the truth is that she had greatly contributed to that situation by deliberately making the boy lose his composure.
Still quite upset, with her heart pounding from the emotion she had suffered, feeling impregnated by the stench of filth, actually more psychological than real, she went back into the bathtub, rubbing herself desperately, trying as if to erase the rape scenes because they had passed.
When Garcia arrived, it was almost three o'clock in the morning, and he found the woman lying down pretending to be asleep, since she did not feel the slightest inclination to be "touched" by any man, much less by her husband.
Nevertheless, she eventually fell asleep, sleeping with constant nightmares that made her shiver, extremely afraid that she might have contracted AIDS, for she knew full well of the epidemic raging on the African continent and especially in its urban centers.
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