Afro Stress Relief Ch. 11

"So, is it true about them white boy-girls at the black clubs you visited? Did you see any?" Harvey inquired.

"Er, yeah I met some of them. They were OK and seemed pretty normal people really," I replied, trying to say as little as possible.

"Normal! Man, they're homos who have big tits and like nigger cock, how normal is that!" Harvey chuckled but I was insulted as most of the trannies and shemales I'd met were, I thought, nice and decent individuals who, like me, understood the superiority of the African penis, even Toni wasn't that bad. I decided to keep quiet but resolved to make sure Harvey was taught a lesson.

Harvey began talking about Dr Jane, referring to her as a 'nigger-loving bitch', and saying how he thought Dr Jane's ideas were wrong and dangerous. "I mean, wanting to improve the integration of the 'Afro-male', what sort of shit is that all about, that bitch needs to come here and see what these niggers get up to!" Harvey exclaimed, adding, "I bet you got lots of shit from them when you had to ask those dumb questions, I'm surprised they didn't beat your ass!"

"Er, no, most of the guys were OK with it and pretty cool about answering the questions," I answered, thinking about the time me and Staci had been ridden hard by two black youths at 'Bouncin Bitches' after we'd got them to complete Dr Jane's questionnaire, my own little white penis went rigid.

"If that bitch had made me do those surveys, I would have taken my gun and made sure those niggers knew I was carrying!" Harvey responded and got himself another beer. I thought Dr Jane had been right about believing Harvey not having the right attitude, but I realized my old attitudes were probably not that different to Harvey's but, fortunately, I'd been converted when I'd seen my first big black dick and was now a proud negro cocksucker! I thought Harvey would have benefitted from being bent over Leroy's lap or, better still, swallowing plenty of negro semen.

Charlene sauntered over and asked if the food on the barbecue would be ready soon, Harvey said it would only be another five minutes. "OK darling, I'll let everyone know and take it easy on those beers, you know it doesn't take many for you to go crazy!" Charlene warned Harvey.

"OK, OK, I know my limits!" Harvey muttered and Charlene left, I was amused by how much Harvey seemed to be under Charlene's thumb. A few more people had arrived, including a couple of Afro-males, one was huge and muscular, he was wearing a tight shirt accentuating his muscles and just a pair of long shorts, I wondered what those shorts contained but Harvey interrupted my train of thought!

"See that big mother-fucker, he's called Duke, and he's one mean son-of-a-bitch, he's just out of prison!" Harvey informed me and I thought how I'd like to have been Duke's 'prison wife'. I must have flushed red thinking about Duke as Harvey said to me, "You OK? Hey, don't worry I'm packing!", and Harvey lifted up his shirt to reveal a pistol stuffed into the top of his trousers.

"Hey, Harvey, don't be fucking stupid, beer and guns don't mix!" I exclaimed, concerned that Harvey might do something very stupid.

"Take it easy, I know how to handle guns. I always carry here, too many niggers think they own this place!" Harvey explained and continued, "Look! Don't be scared, see those three old witches," pointing to the three mature black women I'd been introduced to by Charlene when I'd arrived, "Well, all the blacks here, look up to those three as the sort of leaders of this place, I've heard they're into VooDoo and black magic shit, and none of these niggers are gonna cause trouble with them here!" Harvey explained, trying to reassure me. Fortunately, at that point, people started to come over to the barbecue and ask for some food, and this distracted Harvey as he started to dish out the meat he'd grilled on the barbecue. Harvey seemed to know what he was doing and the food looked pretty good.

It wasn't long before Duke wandered over and asked for a burger, "Hi Duke, how long have you been outta prison now?" Harvey asked in a surprisingly friendly manner.

"About three weeks now," Duke replied in an equally friendly tone.

"Bet you never got anything as good as these burgers in prison!" Harvey chuckled.

"You sure are right about that!" Duke laughed and returned to main group of people with his food.

"Man, he sure is ugly, he looks like a fucking gorilla!" Harvey sniggered, talking about Duke, I didn't agree with Harvey's assessment, I thought Duke had some wonderfully thick ethnic lips, fine African facial features and a shaved head and I knew there was nothing I wouldn't do for Duke, if Duke asked me! Embarrassingly my little white penis was drooling and it pushed out a little tent in my trousers as I watched Duke eat the hamburger.

Harvey obviously kept his racial attitudes a secret from his trailer park neighbors, he greeted everybody who came up to the barbecue with jokes and smiles and most of them were black, most of the crowd had moved towards the barbecue and I found myself near the drinks table, I got myself a slice of watermelon and noticed Celeste, who was pouring herself a glass of wine from one of the bottles I'd brought.

"Nice wine," Celeste commented.

"Oh, yeah, it's pretty decent," I replied, adding, "I'm so sorry to hear about what happened to you, it sounds very unfair," alluding to Celeste's impending incarceration.

"Hmm, I see Harvey has been shooting his mouth off, white cracker fucker!" Celeste growled, and added, "I don't need sympathy from some redneck, OK!"

"Erm...look, I'm no racist, honestly and I think it's terrible what's happening," I said, trying to sound as genuine as possible. Celeste looked me up and down with a critical gaze.

"I know what Harvey's really like and what he thinks of me and if you're his buddy then you'll think the same shit!" Celeste replied, dismissing my attempts at persuasion.

"Hey, I've only known Harvey a couple of months, I met him at the local college and I have black girlfriends," I exclaimed, trying to demonstrate my pro-black background.

Celeste gave me a quizzical look, "Black girlfriends, Sugar! What sort of girlfriends are those? You don't look like the sort of whiteboy who likes black pussy, in fact any sort of pussy!" Celeste chuckled.

"Erm...I don't know what you mean..." I stammered, turning red. Fortunately, Daisy shouted to Celeste to come and meet someone.

"See you later, girlfriend!" Celeste chuckled sarcastically and left to see Daisy, I wasn't sure what Celeste meant by that but she obviously knew I was a sissy, I had tried acting 'normally' but it was difficult as, apart from work, I was virtually always 'Tina' when back at my apartment and most of my 'socializing' was done as 'Tina'.

Harvey continued cooking and serving at the barbecue and drinking, however I eventually found myself next to the three mature black women I'd first met or the 'three witches' as Harvey had described them.

"You all alone, Honey?" one of the black mature women asked me, I nodded and took a sip from my soda. "You're Harvey's friend, aren't you?" the same women asked. I told them my story of only knowing Harvey a few months, and only knowing him from college, I was trying to distance myself from being Harvey's 'friend' after my encounter with Celeste.

"You should have brought your girlfriend along," another one of the three women suggested.

"Erm...I don't have a girlfriend at the moment," I stuttered.

"We understand, Honey," the woman replied, and all three women gave a knowing laugh. One of the women accidently, I thought, dropped her handbag on the ground, without thinking I leaned down to pick it up.

"Oh, thank you, Honey, ain't you nice," the woman who dropped her handbag said, as I was bent over, but then asked, "Honey, could you just tie my shoelace when you're down there, I think it's loose?"

"Of course," I replied and got on my knees, after giving the woman her handbag back. The black woman lifted up her dress to reveal a dark red expensive-looking sneaker, the shoelace didn't look particularly loose but I bent further down and retied it, as requested.

"Honey, would you mind checking my shoe, I think there's a stone in it," asked another one of the black women, I was still on my knees and just nodded. This black woman was also wearing dark red sneakers, I unlaced the shoe that she proffered and took it off, the black woman then rested her bare foot on my shoulder, I didn't say anything but checked her shoe for a stone.

"I can't find anything," I said after searching the black woman's shoe for a few minutes.

"I guess it must have dropped out when I took my shoe off," the black woman with her foot on my shoulder replied, I put the shoe back on her foot and retied her shoelace.

"Well Honey, would you mind giving my sneakers a quick clean with this?" the third mature black woman asked, handing me a damp rag, I was still on my knees and a bit stunned by this request but took the rag. The third black woman hitched up her dress a few inches, revealing yet another red pair of sneakers, I rubbed her sneakers with the damp rag making sure I cleaned off any dirt. "Not bad, Honey," the third black woman said after checking out her sneakers, adding, "You may as well clean the others."

I was furiously embarrassed but couldn't really not comply and so rubbed any marks or dirt off the other two mature black women shoes.

"You sure are one nice whiteboy, Honey!" the third black mature woman chuckled, and then added, "You just get on your hands and knees, Honey" and pushed me down onto the ground so I was on my hands and knees, I didn't resist as I had become conditioned to being told what to do by women. I felt someone tugging on my trousers, and someone pulling my trouser leg up, then the third black woman announced, "Just as we thought, girls! You can get up now, Honey."

I quickly got up and all three black women were looking at me very intently. "You're not like Harvey, are you?" the first black women asked, adding, "we know what Harvey thinks of colored folk, calling us niggers and all sorts of things. But you're not that way, do you like helping black folk?"

"Er...no I'm not like Harvey. Erm...I like to help people," I stammered, wondering why the women were asking me these questions.

"We mean, do you like to be nice to black folks?" the second black woman asked in a stronger tone.

"Er...sure," I stammered.

"I bet you like to be nice to our black men, don't you?" the second black woman stated.

"Erm...," I stuttered and felt myself blushing.

The first black woman took hold of my hands and, pressing hard on my wrists with a surprisingly strong grip, looked into my eyes for a few minutes and then announced, "The African man-seed is strong in this one!" I didn't know what to say at that statement but blushed furiously.

"Have you ever pleased a black man?" the third black woman asked.

"I don't know what you mean," I nervously replied, I was shocked by these questions.

"Look Honey, you're wearing those really pretty girly panties, you've got shaved legs, and you've been sauntering around here like a little queen!" the first black woman chuckled, adding with more seriousness, "Have you ever been with a black man?"

I realized these women knew what I was but I was shocked it was so obvious and I wondered if other people could tell! I nodded.

"Have you been 'turned'?" the second black woman asked, I just nodded again, understanding the phrase that signified I was black-only cock slut, all the women gave satisfied smiles.

"Now we can be properly introduced, I'm Flora," said the first black woman, adding, "and this is Gertie and Ida," pointing to the second and third black women, who both nodded.

"Er, hi again, I'm Johnny," I nervously replied.

Gertie took hold of my hands and gazed into my eyes, "You ain't Johnny, Honey, you ain't been Johnny for a long time! You're...Tina, ain't that right?" Gertie asked, I was shocked and wondered how they knew my sissy name, but realized Harvey was perhaps right about these women knowing VooDoo and black magic.

"Er...how did you know...," I stammered.

"Don't worry 'bout that Sugar, it's enough to know that Tina is the type of whiteboy we approve of!" Flora said, and all three women chuckled.

"Tina, we need your help, but first go give this beer to Harvey?" Ida said, and handed me a cold, already open, bottle of beer. I gave her quizzical look, "Oh don't worry, I've just added an old African potion, it'll just send him to sleep as we don't want Harvey shooting his mouth off with redneck rubbish and causing problems," Ida explained.

I hesitantly took the beer and walked over to the barbecue, Harvey was still serving and seemed in a pretty good mood. "Hey Harvey, have a cold one!" I said and handed him the bottle of beer I'd been given by the black women.

"Thanks man, its hot standing over this barbecue! Do you want take over?" Harvey chuckled.

"Er...no thanks, I wouldn't know what to do," I replied, and watched Harvey take a long drink from the bottle of beer, he didn't seem to react to the beer and continued cooking and serving the crowd. At that point, Charlene came over.

"Darling, everything OK? Oh, I see you've got another drink!" Charlene said in a disapproving tone, adding, "Harvey, just take it easy on the beer!"

"OK, OK, baby, I'll take it easy!" Harvey replied defensively and I noted how meekly Harvey took Charlene's scolding.

"Johnny, make sure he doesn't drink anymore!" Charlene pointedly said to me and returned to Daisy and Celeste. I watched Charlene speaking with Daisy and Celeste, the girls were all looking in Harvey and mine's direction, Celeste seem to gesture towards me and all three girls started laughing! I wasn't sure what Charlene, Daisy and Celeste found so amusing, but I suspected it had something to do with Celeste's opinion of me.

"Hey, I might need you to slip me a beer or two when Charlene's not looking, OK?" Harvey said with a sly grin on his face, I just nodded hoping the African potion in Harvey's drink would take effect soon. I wondered what help Flora, Gertie and Ida wanted from me, they knew I was a fairy and had been 'turned' and reasoned it must be something to do what that, but I couldn't understand why they needed a favor from me.

Harvey continued to ramble onto me and also serve the crowd, after about fifteen minutes I noticed Harvey began to yawn, after a further ten minutes he began to look unsteady on his feet and his speech was becoming slurred. Charlene must have seen Harvey and marched across, looking annoyed, and said, "I told you not to drink too much, look at the state of you! I'd better get you home before you start causing trouble!" Without any protests from Harvey, Charlene led Harvey away and back to their trailer.

I was soon joined by the three mature black women, Flora, Gertie and Ida.

"Good work, Sugar! Now, you see that young man over there?" Ida said, pointing at Duke, and asking, "Have you been introduced to Duke?"

"Er...no," I replied, even though Harvey had pointed Duke out to me and unfairly, in my opinion, compared Duke to a gorilla, I hadn't been introduced to Duke.

"Good! Myself, Flora and Gertie, sort of look out for our folks from this park and try keeping 'em out of trouble and make 'em do what's right, which ain't easy! Now, our Duke has just got out of jail and he's struggling, he ain't got any family or a girl." Ida told me, adding, "and Duke's got a temper on him, it won't take much to set him off and he'll be straight back in jail!"

"We knew Duke was gonna have a hard time in prison because of his temper and he had no family, so we got some help from a charity, who arranged some prison visits for us. Duke didn't look good on our first visit, he looked like he'd been fighting and was real angry!" Flora explained.

"We called the charity again, I think it's called AMPS, and they agreed to help out, they said Duke was getting into trouble and it was probably due to sexual frustration! AMPS said the best way was for Duke to get himself a 'prison wife' and AMPS said they would talk with the prison authorities," Ida added. I was pretty sure that was one of the charities Dr Jane had said were working with AMIRAP, and I thought Tammy was also involved with it.

"Next time we visited, Duke was much better and not angry. He told us he had a new cellmate, a little whiteboy who was 'helping' Duke out!" Flora chuckled.

"Yeah, so Duke had about four whiteboy 'prison wives' during his stay and he became a model prisoner and got released early for good behavior!" Gertie interjected.

"But now Duke's out, he's struggling to find a girl as he's still acting like he's in jail and he ain't got no money or a job. Now Duke can't be seen with some little homo whiteboy and Duke won't want to spend anytime with such a thing now he's outta prison, however we reckon he'll want to play with a little sissy bitch who knows how to treat and please a real African man!" Ida explained and then said, or rather demanded, "It seems the ancestors have answered our prayers and sent you here today! Tina, are you gonna 'help' our Duke get some relief today?" I knew I didn't really have a choice, plus my asshole was desperate for negro dick and so I meekly nodded my consent. All the women looked happy and Ida continued, "Cool, you come back to my trailer as I've borrowed some of Celeste's hooker gear and we'll get you ready but first drink this potion." I looked at the little bottle of dark liquid suspiciously but Ida chuckled, "It's OK Sugar, it's just gonna clear you out!"

Ida told me to drink the potion and go to the woods near the trailer as there was a latrine, I nervously swallowed the contents and was relived to discover it was tasteless, I walked out to the woods and soon found a sign stating 'OUTDOOR RESTROOM'. By the time I'd found the very basic 'restroom', I badly needed it and didn't care what state it was in, when I'd finished emptying my bowels I returned to the barbecue and found Ida, Flora and Gertie were in conversation with Celeste and Daisy.

"Yeah, Harvey's a real piece of shit, always bad mouthing me to Charlene," Celeste said to the three mature black women.

"Celeste, don't you worry 'bout that, you just take care of yourself in prison and we'll come and visit as soon as we can," Flora replied and on noticing me, added, "We gotta go Celeste, but come and see us before you go!" Celeste gave me a harsh stare but Ida, Flora and Gertie led me away.

We walked for about ten minutes with the three black women chatting amongst themselves about Celeste, Charlene and Harvey, but soon we were in front of a neat looking trailer. Ida unlocked the front door and we all entered, it was surprisingly big inside and very nicely decorated.

"This is very nice," I commented.

"Thanks, honey! Now, you strip off and Gertie will show you where to clean yourself up," Ida purred. Gertie took my hand and led me into another room, it was a bedroom with an adjoining bathroom.

"Clean that butthole, honey, and take a quick shower," Gertie said, getting an enema kit from a drawer and handing it to me. Once Gertie had left me, I quickly stripped and carefully douched myself ensuring there was no mess and then took a shower. After making sure I was clean everywhere and also making sure the bathroom was clean, I dried myself and with a towel around my waist returned to the bedroom.

The three women, Ida, Flora and Gertie, were sitting on the bed as I entered, Ida leaned over and pulled the towel off me, leaving me naked, "You don't need to hide yourself in here, honey!" Ida giggled.

"Oh, you're lovely and smooth, honey! No hair anywhere, I guess you've been a sissy for a while?" Flora mused, I just nodded, and she continued, "Cool, OK, do you need any help in getting ready? There's some make-up and stuff on the table, we've laid out Celeste's clothes on the bed and here's a wig." Flora handed me a tight afro-style black wig.