‘Watching Cunninghams Be God’ by Ray Cates (Adolphus)

When I was fourteen and starting the 9th grade I spent most of my time thinking about women and sex.  It’s a big waste of time, but I guess I’m just a usual average boy who was given advantages others don’t have. 

I moved to another residence the day before classes started at Leesburg High.  I lived before in 200 acres of wilderness we used for a security buffer in Okahuaka, Florida, just a few miles from Leesburg.

The place I moved to was a rather large 2 story house in Leesburg at 760 Seashell Drive.

Connie Pratmore was this beautiful blond cheerleader that I told my father I admired at a basketball game.  I had never been to a football, baseball or any kind of game with him before.  What I did with him very often was drive or fly around Central or North Florida to discipline officials.  We had very little crime in Florida because we didn’t let people go just anywhere.  They had to have a good reason, and  explain it.  Also if someone wanted a gun, well they better know how to make it themselves.  Then we better not catch them with it.  Places like Leesburg were really very safe for citizens.

My father Jack Cunningham explained our situation like this, “Son we own Florida, California and the Southern part of Georgia.  We own the land and we own the people.”

“They don’t know we own them dad.”  I would usually say.

“One way we control them is to keep them stupid,”  dad would say.

The Cunningham system of government was in a nutshell keep citizens in their place and knowing very little.

There was a  break in at our family home at Opahunaka Florida right outside Leesburg.  The criminal who found my house (in the middle of 200 acres of wilderness) and got all the way to our kitchen was named Bridget Prestone.  She was not what you would call really dumb, but she had been in my classes at Opahunaka Middle School and made the lowest grades.  She never did her home work

One night after supper dad came to my room, and stood in the door, he knocked on the door, and said, “Henry do you have any need for a sex slave?”

“That is a funny question dad,” I said, “girls my age want to wait till their 17 and get married.  Then you know who I will marry Lydia Lepar whose family owns Cuba.”

“I know all about that, and this has nothing to do with your grandma’s contract deal.

Tonight I have a young sex slave for you to enjoy.  She’s straight from your last years math class at Opahunaka Middle School, and the young lady who wants you so badly son is Bridget Prestone!  He pulled a naked Bridget out of the hall and into my room.

“So tell Henry what excuse you gave me from breaking my back door and being caught in my kitchen?”

Bridget had her head bowed and dad said, “Tell Henry what you want girl and I won’t give you 20 smacks with a leather strap.”

“I came here to give Henry my virginity and to have children with him.”

“Now Bridget, we agreed what your position would be before we came to Henry’s bedroom.  what are you going to be for Henry?”

“I’m volunteering to be his pleasure slave.  I’ll do everything he tells me.”

“And this is all voluntary,”  dad said.

“My father Danforth says Cunningham’s are God, and own all the rest of us.  He says, ‘We just wait around until Cunningham’s are ready to fuck us over.’

So I sat over at my house wasting my summer, with nothing to do.  I had sneaked in the woods before and looked at your house, airport and pool.

Out here in the woods you don’t cover your windows so watching Cunninghams be God is better than TV, when we can afford to pay the electric bill.  You never turn off your lights, they blaze night and day.

Only three free Cunninghams and hundreds of slaves, mostly women, live in and around your house. They even scrub Henry in the shower and take his clothes on and off.  They put food in your mouths.”

“So Henry you think you can handle Bridget?”

“She seems to agree to be a slave, and the sex act I’ve seen in movies, and you doing slave girls, when drunk, down by the pool — on the cool deck.”

“OK well don’t worry about chaining her up.  I had the horse doctor insert tracking devices in her mouth and foot.  If she tries to leave our yard she will set off alarms.  Have fun with her.”

“Thanks dad for the gift.”  I said.

Bridget was perfect  for me as a first girl to have sex with.  She had lots of sexual experiences before me.  She claimed to be a virgin because, “Until you Henry no one screwed me that was not a Prestone.”  That meant her father and 3 brothers and a few cousins had slept with her, or did daytime excercise in her bed.

My ideal looking woman was kind of like Angel my mother.  She is slender and athletic looking, sleek you could call it, and very smart.  Angel had a very pretty face.

Lydia Leper, my intended marriage partner was nice looking, and was almost two months younger than me, anyway that was a settled matter.

Mildred my grandmother said, “Like your father and grandfather you will have only one wife, but with mistresses and slave girls, pick as many as you want.  That is what Cunningham’s do.

Just don’t be a drunk like your father.”

I had liked Connie Pratmores looks.  She was Leesburg High Schools best looking cheerleader.  Her father was my father’s humble slave and dad gave him to me.  I also got the Pratmore’s house and 2 younger sisters and a brother.  There were two wives of the principal who became my slaves.

The Pratmore family, except the principal did not realize that there were Cunninghams in the world who owned them.  I drove to Brad Pratmore’s house with him and he introduced me to all of them, all his family got on their knees in the living room.  I went in the kitchen, by myself, so he could explain slavery to them.

During the 15 minutes I could hear Brad talking and all the women crying.  I told him before his talk, “Tell them their sexual duties to a master.”  So maybe they were crying about that or slavery in general.

I put Brad in a car, and had a bodyguard drive him to his apartment near the school.  Inside the living room they were all lined up on their knees.

“You two adults go fix supper and Connie you come with me”  I said.  I grasped her arm above the elbow going up the stairs, “If you’re looking for a bedroom to take me to, the biggest one is downstairs, the smaller ones are up here for the children.”

“Don’t jump to conclusions.”

“I’m not dad said you told your father at a basketball game you wanted me.”

“That’s not exactly right.  I told him I didn’t like basketball much, but liked to see Connie Pratmore  twirl around and show her white panties.  He decided to give you to me as a gift.”

“How can this happen? Your my sisters age not mine.”

“How old are your sisters?”

“Brenda is thirteen almost 14 and repeating the 8th grade and Lola is thirteen and in the 8th grade.”

“Why did Brenda fail?”

“She talks on the phone and chases boys, never does her homework.”

“”Lola doesn’t look 13, your father said she was eleven.”

“No father is confused.  I know the ages of my sisters.”

“Look Connie you may be right, maybe your sisters would make better bed slaves than you.  I’m a small boy for age 14.  My present bed slave says she’s 14, but might be older.  Her family was poor and she was born at home and they don’t keep good records about home births in Opahunaka.

Bridget broke into my house to volunteer for sex with me.  My father caught her before she got up to my room and made her into a regular slave.”

“What did he do to her?”

“Put tracking devices in her mouth and foot.  It’s lots easier for slaves to hide in Opahunaka or places like the Ocala National Forest than in Leesburg and Ocala.”

“What happens to Bridget now that you have other bed slave?”

“She’ll stay in my rooms at Opahunaka unless I decide to send for her.  she is a screamer during sex.  She’s a big girl, I mean wide hips and big breasts, but she thought my penis was much too big for her.  It kept her screaming all night long.”

“That’s horrible, can’t a doctor fix her, make her bigger?”

“Sure I could do that, but I am just larger than most boys.  Bridget had sexual experiences with her three brothers and her father and two cousins and none of them hurt her.”

“That still doesn’t mean your bigger than most men.  Maybe Bridget’s kin are just all small.”

“No when my father and I fly to Chicago or LA or Metro Carolina we always visit the slave markets.  Even if we’re buying engineers or college professors we inspect and shake their sexual equipment.  It’s part of what you do with human animals.”

“I think the whole concept of one person owning the body of another person is disgusting.”

“Of course you do, because you’re the one owned.”  I sat down on the top step of the stairs and pointed for her to sit below me, “Take off my shoes and rub my feet.”  I told her.  Dad said, ‘Always give slaves something to do.’

It was suprising really but the cheerleader followed orders, and began rubbing my feet.

“Your father really owns you until your of age.”  she said, “under Florida law minors are controlled by their parents.”

“Not in my case.  My grandfather had four male children, before he died, he decided to let 2 boys manage Florida and two California.

All the brothers were older than my father, and all had older children.  Now the South Florida brother was killed with his son and the two California brothers have tried to kill each other and have killed all their sons.

My grandmother Mildred calls them ‘murderers (which they are).  and my father she calls ‘the drunk’ (which he is).  They are managers of Florida and California for me.  I am the owner they belong to me.  I have a detail of men around each one that can decide to either castrate or eliminate any of them — on my orders.  My grandmother is my advisor and to a lessor extent my mother Angel I seek advice from.

Your father knows he’s my slave but he hasn’t been told that I’m the most important boy in Florida.  My father urged me to shoot him this morning, thinking he might spoil my fun with you.  He wanted me to get a younger principal for the school I will attend.  I decided not to kill him, but I pulled out my gun to scare him.”

“It worked, I’ve never seen him so shaky.”

“Take one foot at a time Connie and suck vigorously on each toe.  I want lots of saliva and suck as hard as you can.

I think your better looking than my bed slave Bridget, but your sister Brenda is beautiful.  I know your competitive because you’re a cheerleader,  and I think the head cheerleader.  I’m thinking seriously about using one of you as a slave book carrier for me.  Maybe wearing a sort of gold dog collar and leash.  I could give you a skimpy dress (or Brenda or you) On your feet would be slave flip-flops or nothing.

I’ll promise you this Connie, at some point after I’ve slept with you and Brenda I will let one of you be the slave of the other.”

My toes were wet and tingling when I gave her my left hand to suck, “And one more thing Connie, Bridget always knew I was god and worshiped me.  Suck harder if you understand or stop sucking if you think I’m not and I will give you 20 smacks with my strap.”

To contact the author write to: Ray at rcates2@cox.net    or fax at: 1-352-629-1573

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