The Sorceress: Eros BWWM, #2

By Louis Alexandre Forestier

An African young woman thrives in New York as the owner of a flower store. As she becomes romantically interested in a young white man she realizes that he is under the influence of a dominatrix of sadistic tendencies owning an agency of escorts. Both women will fight for the man with various weapons including hidden powers, spells, enchantments ... and also murder.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cedric Daurio
• Release date: May 2, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386458104

Louis Alexandre Forestier

Louis Forestier es el seudónimo adoptado por un novelista argentino para cierto tipo de narrativa, en general cuentos y nouvelles de carácter erótico y del obras del género noir. El autor ha vivido en Nueva York durante años y ahora reside en Buenos Aires, su ciudad natal. Su estilo es despojado, claro y directo, y no vacila en abordar temas espinosos. Louis Forestier is the pen name an Argentine novelist uses for certain types of narrative, in general novellas of erotic nature and books belonging to the noir genre. The author has lived in New York for years and now resides in Buenos Aires, his hometown. His style is clear and straightforward, and does not hesitate to tackle thorny issues.

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Glossary

MASAIS: ETHNICITY ESTIMATED at about 880000 people, living in southern Kenya and northern Tanzania.

Boma: closed palisade built with logs and branches to keep the cattle.

Swahili: African language of Bantu origin, widely spoken throughout the center of the continent, including Kenya and Tanzania.

Creole: dialects derived from French with influences from other languages, spoken in Haiti and in Louisiana.

Prologue

KENYA- TWENTY YEARS ago

KINJIA WATCHED APPREHENSIVELY the events around her. She was with six other girls she had not seen before, all dressed in clothes they had never owned before, with dazzling tribal jewelry that they had never worn before, and their hair braided in long dreadlocks.

Each of them had been taken away from their families a week earlier and during that time they had seen nothing but strange faces. In Kinjia's case the last thing she remembered from her family was the tear-stained face of her older sister. Her parents had ignored her questions about the purpose of the event.

All the girls were virgins between the ages of fourteen and sixteen and were the flowers of the Kikuyu village located in a remote corner of Baringo County, in a desert landscape where tribes could barely survive with the product of their lands in a context of widespread poverty.

Kinjia had never been outside the village since the girls were strictly controlled until they reached the age of marriage with their freedom restricted to the maximum, unlike the boys of their own age who accompanied their parents in their labors in the fields or hunting trips, which sometimes had deadly consequences for them.

Kinjia was fortunate because her family did not practice the savage rites of female mutilation in which the ablation of some genital organs, including the clitoris, was carried out to ensure the purity of the young women until marriage. As the ritual was carried out by healers in precarious health conditions using knives and sometimes even pieces of glass, the mortality of girls from infections was relatively high. For that reason her family did not carry it out as it endangered the life of the girls and with it the potential patrimonial increase of their parents.

What neither Kinjia nor any of the other six girls knew was that while they were kept standing in the middle of the desolate plain clothed in the manner described, in the village arduous negotiations were carried out between their parents and their future husbands, usually older men than the girls had never seen who usually had other wives of various ages and who sometimes had disgusting looks. The aim of the negotiations was to determine the gifts that the husbands would pay for the girls to their families, which were based on the beauty of the virgin. Kinjia was unaware then that his suitor had agreed to deliver twenty goats, a camel and two cows for her, a really exorbitant price for an ordinary villager, so his father was extremely pleased with the settled covenant.

Both forced marriage of girls and adolescents and ritual mutilation have been strictly prohibited in Kenya since the time of the English colony but tribal traditions have much more weight and command more obedience than the written law so they are still practiced today.

A couple of men in warlike outfits approached and took one of the girls by the arms but she began to scream and kick them  trying to escape from her position of subjection as she was dragged towards the huts with the object- ignored by her- of being delivered to her husband and buyer.

The other girls began to shake and try to escape, but several men, equally dressed, took them in their arms and reduced them. Kinjia had remained mute and still in terror so that the man who approached her was confident that she would not resist, but when he was two steps away from the girl she unexpectedly moved, struck the man in the head with a kind of cane that had been given to her as part of the wedding garb and ran down the plateau with a speed that even the girl did not know she could attain.

The beaten man recovered from the blow and immediately went after Kinjia while several others joined him in the chase. At that moment all the tension accumulated by the rest of the girls exploded and each one tried to run away in different directions driven by terror. The men hesitated in front of the totally unexpected mess and tried to catch the girls in a completely bewildered action.

Kinjia ran as if her feet had become wings and soon left behind her pursuer, an elderly man until finally the pleasures of his dissipated life in the village took their toll and he fell exhausted on the ground ceasing in his pursuit.

The young girl continued her rapid race until, as she turned back, saw that no one was following her and only then she slowed down and contented herself with jogging for hours.

A feeling of joy at the unexpected liberation invaded her young chest, a sensation she experienced for the first time in her life and that would never abandon her, turning this memory into a refuge for the moments of anxiety that were to come.

After a while, another feeling joined the joy of newly won freedom. The barren and deserted plain was giving way to an increasingly compact shrub that gradually transformed into a closed tropical forest. Only then did Kinjia realize that she was lost in an environment in which she had never been and of which she as a child had heard horrible tales of angry beasts and wild men. Her head was spinning with fatigue and the adrenaline rush and she did not see the danger ahead of her, the tree roots hidden in the tall undergrowth. The girl stumbled and heavily fell on the ground; her head struck with the tree trunk and Kinjia lost consciousness, rolling until her small body slipped in a narrow and deep hollow. The shadows seized her mind; the girl did not feel the torrential rain that unleashed moments later filling partially the hole in which she was.

Kitwana continued to run despite his age. His fibrous body was light and his strong legs still held him. The Masai had been a tribe of swift runners for countless generations and Kitwana's trade required him to travel long distances every day; on the other hand, finding himself so far from his village in the Masai territory gave him an anxiety to return to his boma which redoubled his strength. The sudden fall of a torrential rain forced him to seek shelter in the nearby forest and ran up to a large tree, though he knew that doing so would increase the chances of being struck by lightning. In the darkness of the storm he suddenly slipped on the wet grass and rolled down a slope to the ground, splashing in the water at the bottom of the well. Suddenly, as he tried to stand up, his body brushed something that was not vegetable. Surprised, he took what looked like a human body and shuddered at the thought that he had hit a corpse. Distressed he lifted the

object in his arms and by its light weight he realized at once that it was the body of a young woman, almost a child. Slipping down the ravine he emerged from the pit and laid his load on the ground in a place protected from rain by the leafy branches of the tree. The aging man noticed with sadness that the body was frozen and that the girl had swallowed a lot of water from the bottom of the well, so he proceeded to rub her torso and oppress her chest trying to revive her. Kitwana thought for a moment that he could do nothing and that the girl was dead, but in one of the chest-compressive maneuvers the girl coughed and exhaled a mouthful of dirty water through her mouth. Suddenly hopeful Kitwana continued with the frictions until the woman opened her eyes and stared at him in the darkness. Suddenly several coughing accompanied by vomiting shook her body until the rhythm of her breathing regularized and then her eyes closed again. The Masai felt relieved as he realized that the girl was only asleep; he then removed the buffalo skin that covered his own body and covered the girl's slender anatomy with it.

The strong glow of a ray of sunlight that pierced the frond of the tree that covered her awakened Kinjia from her prolonged lethargy. Her body, frozen by the night's cold, thanked the warmth that began to invade her body with the progressive sun movement. It was some time before she gathered her strength to open her eyes and move her head. Slowly she lifted the trunk of her body resting it on her elbows. What she then saw bewildered her. Her body was covered with a thick buffalo hide that had obviously protected her during the night. She was under the top of a leafy tree, a place she did not know how she had arrived. A gentle whisper reached her ears which the girl readily discerned as a melody from which she could not understand the words. After a few moments of disorientation, Kinjia noticed that a human figure stood out on a glade near the grove where she was. The girl rubbed her eyes to clear the vision and only then could see a tall, thin man, quite old and somewhat stooped, covered with a cloth of red and white colors that enveloped his body. The man approached her and brought what looked like a bowl made with the shell of some large fruit that sprinkled fresh liquid by the edges. By physical appearance and clothing