Chapter 1

I wasn’t born psychotic that condition came later; around the time I started high school. I was a normal child born to a normal family. About the same time, I started high school my older brother died in the Vietnam Conflict. With his passing all of my parent’s expectations fell on my shoulders. IT was just a bit too much.

After a year of my parents hovering over me every minute I rebelled. I took my old beat up ford out for a fast drive. I drove too fast around a tight corner and ran into a tree. I woke up three months later a changed man. The injuries to my brain had healed and the doctors gave me a clean bill on health. What I didn’t tell them was that something in me had changed. I could now lie, cheat, and steal and not feel any kind of conscious inhibitions.

I spent a few months learning how to lie and make people happy. I found that I kind of enjoyed lying to my parents and to a long string of girls that I lied to just to get them into the sack. I broke a few hearts along the way but since I had no real feelings of remorse it was easy to keep doing it. The time came when I broke the law and felt nothing except a strange sense of excitement at having not gotten caught.

I did a few minor crimes and finally found myself at the police station under suspicion for the crime of grand theft. I was innocent of course and agreed to take a polygraph. I past and left the police station a free man. It was three days later that my life changed forever.

A Mr. Jones came to my high school and had the principal call me to the office for a meeting. What I learned in that meeting would affect me for my entire life.

The Principals office was like any other, a big wooden desk with an overstuffed chair for the principal and two hard chairs for the students being grilled. I entered the office and stopped inside of the door and saw that the principal wasn’t sitting behind the desk, a stranger was there instead.

“Sit down,” was all he said and it was a command not a request. The man before me was clearly tall and had a very muscular body underneath his dark blue suit. He had close cropped black hair and dark sunglasses on as well. A white shirt and black tie finished up his clothing.

I sat down and waited. Silence fell over the office as the man looked through a file, mine I guessed.

“Raymond Johnson, do you know why you’re here?”

I thought for a second and said, “No sir.”

“Hum, an honest answer, now tell me, have you ever broken any laws or cheated on a test?”

I lied and said, “No sir I haven’t.”

“Yes, clearly a lie,” replied the dark-haired man.

An uneasy silence fell between us. The man looked me in the eyes through his dark glasses and finally spoke. “I know a great deal about you, and that includes the fact that after you hit that tree you learned that you have no feelings of guilt, remorse, love, or for that matter, any other kind of emotion except for your own pleasure.”

I sat there staring at the man with nothing to say. He knew my secret and there was no denying it.

Again, there was an uneasy silence in the room. I finally managed to speak. “So, what, is it a crime to be different?”

“Let’s cut to the chase here, I have a deal for you. This is your chance to have a life a lot of others don’t get. I want to give you the chance to serve your country and to get everything you want.”

“What do you want from me?” I asked.

Over the course of the next hour, I learned what this man had planned for me. I was both excited and scared at the same time.

A week after I graduated from High school I enlisted in the army as a cover and a month later my parents were told that I had been killed in a training accident. I was given a new name and a new life. I spent the next twenty years of my life as part of a secret military unit. The wraith squad was made up of me and seven others. At any given time one member would be replaced as an old member retired and disappeared into a normal life.

I can’t go into what our missions were or where they took place, but suffice to say that we performed duties and carried out missions that were either too dangerous for others or just plain illegal. During my twenty years of service, we only lost one member to death and he died of cancer not because of a mission.

At retirement we were given new lives and identities along with some plastic surgery to change our looks just enough to keep safe and anonymous. Our choice of locations for retirement was up to us but we all knew that our handlers always knew where we were, big brother looking over our shoulders. I can’t blame them, after all we were the most dangerous soldiers in the world.

During our active-duty time we were given all the best food and wine. We had access to all the best that the world had to offer, that included women of all races, nationalities, young, or old, whatever we requested, within reason. None of us was allowed to kill our women for fun but after we had tired of a girl, I had no doubt that they were taken care of one way or another.

I decided that retirement for me would be somewhere near Las Vegas, Nevada. It was all arranged for me to buy a piece of land outside of town but close enough to get to town in under an hour. I won’t bore you with the details of my retirement party but suffice to say a lot of lies were told and a lot of women and booze was used.

I moved into my new home in late April and had my first guest a month later. Kevin or Big K as we all called him phoned me a week after I had moved in and invited himself to visit Vegas three weeks later. Kevin and I had entered the squad just a few weeks apart and had been very close during our duty together. His choice of retirement homes had been a moderate sized mansion in fashionable Brentwood California.

I am an inch over six feet tall and well-muscled, brown hair and brown eyes. Kevin was called big for a reason, he is big. Kevin is six feet seven inches tall and weighs around 310 pounds, all muscle. Kevin has short blonde hair and blue eyes and a massive build. He could have easily been a pro football player if he had been normal, like me, he had no feelings outside of those of his own pleasure, and his own well-being.

We former Wraith squad members were not encouraged to stay close and indeed we were warned to have as little to do with each other as possible. Kevin and I had covered each other’s butts more than once and knew we would keep in touch.

I had a nice 5000 square foot home built on my fifty acres. That didn’t include the unfinished basement I had the builder add and had paid a premium price for as well. I didn’t have any firm plans for the basement but knew that I would find one. Kevin would give me that plan.

Kevin arrives

Three heavy knocks on my front door announced Kevin’s arrival. I went to the door and peered out the peep hole in my door. I saw the man I called friend standing there staring at the hole in the door.

“Kevin, it’s great to see you.” I said extending my right hand in friendship.

“Ray, how’s is hanging?” said Kevin with a toothy smile on his well-tanned face.

“Come on in, get out of the heat.” I opened the door the whole way, inviting Kevin in. He started to walk in and stopped to look behind him and said, “I hope you don’t mind but I brought along one of my ladies to keep me company.”

“I don’t mind at all.” I said.

Kevin looked back behind him and gestured to the female standing about three paces behind him. “Come.” Was all he said and his female companion looked up and nodded her head and followed Kevin into my house.

I looked at Kevin and asked. “What’s your woman’s name?”

“Her name is Carol but I call her Girl, she’s my latest submissive.”

“Nice.” I said, signaling my approval for his choice of women.

“Tell you what, get you and me a beer and I’ll tell you a little about her and my current lifestyle.”

“That sounds like a plan, find a seat in the great room and I’ll get the beer, do I get three or just two.”

“Hum, let me think,” Kevin paused for a moment, looked at his submissive and then said, “Get three, she’s been very good today and I think she deserves a treat.”

Kevin sat down in one of my oversized chairs and I watched as Girl sat on the floor with her left arm on Kevin’s thigh and her face looking down. I knew that Kevin had very definite ideas of a woman’s place and that was at his feet.

Girl had very long black shiny hair, almost to her waist. Her skin was a dark cocoa color and her eyes were almost black. She was dressed in a vibrant red halter top that defined her generous breasts and a matching set of Booty Shorts hugged her tight ass. She had a small black leather collar with small silver links around her neck. A simple set of sandals were on her feet. Girl was beautiful to behold, I guessed she was about five feet three inches tall.

I brought in the three beers and handed two to Kevin and sat down on another of my chairs and took a sip of my brew.

“I know you’re just dying to ask me about Girl, so just ask.”

“So, tell me about Girl and what everything else you’ve been up to these past few months.”

Over the course of the next four hours Kevin told me about his first few weeks of retirement and how he searched for something to keep himself occupied. Kevin had always been a very dominant person and often lead the most dangerous missions. His choice of females had always been to the ones with the submissive personalities and also with black hair and dark eyes. He had finally decided to advertise for a female that would give herself completely as his slave. Carol had answered the ad and after a trial period, Kevin had arranged for Carol to disappear and Girl to appear.

I was also a very dominate person but I also knew that if I went Kevin’s direction, I would want a slave that would also be a dominant to other female slaves. An idea entered my head as Kevin talked. I knew that I had to give my idea some thought before trying it, and I also knew that in addition to the danger it involved there was also the challenge that would keep me focused for some years to come.

Darkness had set and together Kevin and I had managed to kill a least one twelve pack and were working on a second twelve. “Kevin, I prepared one of the guest rooms for you, and I insist you stay here tonight.”

“Thanks Ray, I think I’ll take you up on your offer.”

Kevin and I stood up together and he fell in step behind me. “Come Girl, it’s time for bed.” Kevin’s slave stood up and followed the two of us. I showed Kevin the guest suite and bid him and girl goodnight.

After a shower I settled down on my king-sized bed to read for a few minutes. As I turn the second page, I thought I heard a slapping noise from the direction of the guest suite. I put my book down and after pulling on a pair of shorts I crept silently out of my room in the direction of the guest suite. As I got closer the slapping noise got louder and I knew that Kevin was servicing his slave. The slapping noise was joined by moans and groans in lower tones. I listened for a minute or two then walked back to the Master suite and my bed.

I read for a few more minutes then set my book down and turned out the lights.

The Plan is formed

The next day came and I had the usual beer hangover and it showed. I showered and dressed then headed to the kitchen and some black coffee. On my second cup Kevin entered the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down across from me. Kevin was better at handling his liquor than me and he looked like he hadn’t had anything to drink, let alone a twelve pack of beer.