Set Free: Kylie's Story (Rayshod)

by Laylah Roberts

  Set Free: Kylie’s Story

  By Laylah Roberts

  This is a work of fiction intended for adults only. It involves spankings (including non-consensual) and sex. It is strictly for adults aged 18 years and over. Parts of this story may be offensive to some.

  Warning: This item may not be reproduced or distributed without the written permission of the author. The distribution of this book on the internet is illegal.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places and events is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination.

  Copyright held by Laylah Roberts, 2013.

  Cover produced by Carey Abbott: ebookcoverdesignsbycarey.com

  Author’s note:

  This is the third book in the Rayshod series (previously Taken series). The other two books are not available on Amazon.

  If you wish to purchase the first two books, Taken: Risa’s Story and Held: Alia’s Story, please go to Blushing Books.

  Laylah

  Prologue

  8 months ago

  He tightened the straps around her wrists and ankles until they burned an imprint into her skin, one she knew would remain for weeks—a constant reminder of his torture. Humming, he ran his hands over her shoulders, her buttocks and down her legs. His touch was light, almost gentle and she shuddered in disgust.

  She hated when he was gentle.

  It just made it that much worse when he hurt her.

  He cupped her buttocks and Kylie barely held back a cry of horror. She knew better than to make any noise, or he would hurt her that much more.

  So she tried to remain as numb on the inside as her hands and feet were. It was the only way to survive. She was actually grateful that he had tied her down, despite the fact that her wrists and ankles would be bruised for weeks.

  His tongue slid up the slit of her buttocks.

  Don’t react. Don’t react.

  It was what he wanted, what he was waiting for—he seemed to delight in her discomfit and pain.

  Why does he hate me?

  Despair threatened to overwhelm her.

  The Toad pushed her butt cheeks apart until her skin was stretched to the point of pain. Kylie held back her tears, biting down on her lip until she broke skin and the rich taste of blood hit her tongue.

  It didn’t matter, nothing did except just making it through this the best she could. He rimmed her asshole with his tongue, leaving his spit to dry against her skin.

  Think about something else. Anything else.

  The windowless room held no distractions for her. And no hope of rescue. Nobody would come to her aid even if she did yell out. The Toad was in charge of this institution and everyone in it.

  She attempted to her twist her wrists, hoping for a little give in the ropes. Nothing. The bench she was tied to was made of steel, the top of it smooth and hard. It was set at exactly the right height for the Toad, who was vertically challenged. He could play with her for hours.

  God, was this it? Was this what her life had come to? Kidnapped from Earth and brought here to Rayshod, a backward planet where men ruled and women were submissive. Kept prisoner in an institution where women were sent to be turned into submissive wives.

  Not that the other women in the institution were treated as she was. He didn’t bring anyone else to this tiny little room connected to his bedroom. Oh no, the Toad had taken a special liking to her, Lucky, lucky her.

  It wasn’t enough that she’d been taken from everything she knew; the Toad had decided to torture her, break her.

  Was she already broken? She didn’t know. When she’d first arrived here, she had spent most of her time crying and just hoping this was a nightmare she would soon wake up from.

  She might as well have wished for a fairy Godmother and handsome Prince.

  Now, she was just waiting for him to put her out of her misery.

  “Now, we’re going to have to clean you out, aren’t we, dirty girl?” he crooned.

  Kylie barely held back her shudder.

  “Well, what do you say?” he said in a sharper voice, angry that he wasn’t getting a reaction. Kylie felt a small thrill of victory even as she said the words he was looking for.

  “Please, sir, will you clean out my dirty bottom?” She swallowed heavily, fighting back the bile that rose in her throat.

  “I certainly will. Can’t have you all dirty and nasty when I want to play, now can we?”

  He moved around. Wheels squealed against the floor as he pushed the stand, which held the enema bag across the floor. There was a splash of liquid on the ground as he opened the clamp, testing the flow.

  He spread her ass cheeks then pushed the nozzle inside. He never used any lubricant and she jolted slightly at the stinging pain.

  The Toad chuckled. “Like that, do you? You like having something in your ass, don’t you? Such a nasty, dirty girl.”

  She didn’t know how he’d discovered that when she hadn’t even known it herself. She’d only had sex once in her life. And that had been a less than satisfactory encounter in the back of her boyfriend’s Dodge Charger. There had been some awkward fumbling, followed by pain as he’d entered her, then a lot of disappointment as he’d come in less than two minutes leaving her feeling more than a little used.

  Kylie hadn’t had a lot of friends and Rick had been her first boyfriend. She’d always been shy. She’d been teased about her weight as a kid and had spent most of her childhood reading or daydreaming rather than playing with other kids and making friends.

  After leaving school and getting a job as a personal assistant, she’d finally started to make friends, to get some sort of social life. It was one of her workmates that had set her up with Rick.

  Then she’d been kidnapped, drugged and awoken in this hellish place.

  Shame crept through her body. She didn’t want him to touch her. She hated him. Yet sometimes, when he played with her bottom, her clit would tingle as moisture gathered on her folds. She hated him, detested his touch, so why did she get aroused?

  God, what is wrong with me?

  Kylie forced herself to relax as the solution entered her bowels, stretching her stomach out to the point of pain. She forced her mind away from her pain and discomfit as he pulled out the nozzle.

  “Hold it,” he warned.

  Kylie clenched her butt cheeks until she felt something cold and hard pressing at her asshole. Oh God, he was using a butt plug today.

  “Open up, but make sure you don’t lose any liquid.”

  Kylie forced herself to unclench, hoping none of the enema solution leaked out. Then he pressed the plug inside her. Kylie bit back a groan of pain.

  “Haven’t you been looking forward to that all day, dirty girl?” the Toad asked, running his hands over her buttocks, pinching them painfully. Tears entered her eyes and she quickly blinked them away.

  Show no weakness. Show no reaction.

  Smack!

  His hand landed painfully on her buttocks.

  Smack! Smack!

  “Look at your fat ass wobble. Do you know why I’m paying special attention to you, Kylie? Do you?”

  Kylie swallowed, knowing the answer that was expected of her, but not wanting to say it. Defiance welled up inside her, he’d taken so much from her, and she was not going to say it. She was not!

  “I can’t hear you,” he sung, his hand continuing to blister her buttocks.

  She tried to distance herself from the pain, but he was making that impossible. Pushing a hand between her legs, he pinched her clit hard and Kylie cried out.

  By now the cramping in her stomach was making it difficult for her to breat
he and the burning pain of her bottom had tears tracking down her cheeks.

  It would have been so easy to give in. To give him what he wanted.

  “Fuck. You.”

  Part of her wished she could take the words back, but the other part cheered herself on. It might not be much, but she was so tired of being afraid.

  He grasped her hair in his hand, pulling hard until her neck was bent back painfully.

  “What did you say?”

  She glanced up at him as moved around the bench. Furious, his face had grown red, spittle flying from his lips as he spoke.

  “What did you say to me?”

  “You are a horrible, despicable man,” she told him slowly, the angle of her neck making it hard to take a deep breath. “I hate you.”

  “Oh, you’re going to regret saying that.” He slammed her head down on the bench and Kylie yelped at the sharp pain that shot through her head.

  Moving around behind her, he drew the butt plug from her ass in one quick, agonizing tug.

  “Empty,” he ordered.

  She voided the enema into the wide bowl she could feel between her thighs. When she was done, he wiped her clean, pushing the cloth deep inside her sore asshole.

  “Let’s just see how this feels, you dirty, fat bitch.” He shoved something in her asshole and she clenched down involuntarily, wondering at the rougher feel. It didn’t feel like a butt plug he’d ever used on her before. She cried out at the sudden sting.

  The Toad chuckled. “What’s wrong, don’t like ginger? But you love food, don’t you? Isn’t that how you got so fat?” He pinched her thigh. “Isn’t it?”

  He slammed his palm down on one butt cheek, making her clench again.

  “Oh God,” she groaned as the ginger released its juices inside her, stinging her insides. “Please stop,” she begged as he continued to spank her.

  “What was that? You want more? Harder?”

  Slam! Something hard and smooth slammed down on her buttocks. Kylie broke into sobs.

  “Do you think any man would want a woman like you? Fat, useless and dirty, you should be grateful that I spend any time with you. I’m only trying to help you, Kylie and you insult me.”

  He pulled out the ginger root.

  “I’m going to teach you not to talk back to me, girl,” he told her ominously. “By the time you’ve had the cane and a long session with my belt, you’re going to regret talking back to me.”

  This time, there was no holding back her sobs.

  ***

  Hours later, Kylie was dumped into her bed, she cried out, every inch of her in pain. He hadn’t just whipped her buttocks with the belt, but had used it on her legs, her back and her arms.

  She was in agony.

  This is what she got for trying to fight back, even in some little way. It was easier and less painful to just give in.

  To just stop caring.

  Chapter One

  Kylie awoke with a start, without making a sound. She quickly glanced around, trying to find him. Where was she? There was no movement in the room. She wasn’t tied down; she was lying on something soft and warm. A mattress. She was in bed.

  A soft snore hit her ears and her heartbeat kicked up a notch as she spied someone slumped in an armchair across the other side of the room. She rose, waiting for her eyes to adjust. But that was no bald, fat man sleeping there. It was Reagan. Her whole body slumped in relief and she sat on the mattress, trying to slow her racing heartbeat.

  She wasn’t at the institution. The Toad couldn’t get to her here.

  Reagan wouldn’t let him. He would protect her.

  There was something about Reagan that made her feel safe. She should be fearful of him. He was male. He was much larger than her.

  But he’d been nothing but kind to her.

  Oh, she knew the only reason he looked out for her was because of his sister-in-law, Risa. Risa had been kidnapped from Earth as well and she seemed to feel some responsibility for Kylie. Risa must have asked Reagan to take care of her. Why else would he want to be around her? She was fat, dirty, broken. She didn’t know how to interact with others anymore. She found it difficult to really care about anything.

  She glanced around, taking a better look at the room. That’s why everything seemed so unfamiliar. She was no longer in her bedroom at Risa’s house. Reagan had woken her up yesterday morning and bundled her in a blanket. He’d then placed her in a carriage and they’d driven for throughout the day to arrive at this house when it was growing dark.

  Without an explanation he’d fed her, well, he’d forced her to take a bite or two before putting her to bed. She’d fallen asleep quickly; she was always tired nowadays, not realizing that he was planning to sleep in the room with her.

  She figured it had been about four months since Reagan and his brothers, Ian and Ben, had rescued her and Alia from the institution and the Toad’s hold.

  The men had brought them back to Risa and Ben’s house. Well, it was more like a mansion. She wasn’t sure why they didn’t send her back to Earth, but she didn’t care. She didn’t want to go home. What was there for her there? Her employers would have hired someone else by now. She didn’t really have any close friends and her parents had died when she was a toddler. She’d been raised by an elderly aunt who had died when she was in her first year of College.

  She watched as Reagan’s chest rose and fell. Damn, he was a hunk. He wasn’t as big as either of his brothers, but he still had plenty of muscle. Way out of her league, of course, not that she was looking for a relationship.

  The Toad had beaten her until she’d become the person she was right now, a shell, incapable of functioning normally.

  It was safer this way. No one could hurt her like this. He couldn’t hurt her.

  Reagan stirred. However, some part of her that wished she could get closer to Reagan. She would like to wipe the sadness from his eyes when he watched her.

  Couldn’t he see it?

  Couldn’t he see that she wasn’t worth it?

  Risa and Alia care about me.

  Yes, but only out of guilt. Risa had sent her husband and his brothers to rescue Kylie and Alia because Risa felt guilty about leaving them in the institution. She’d found love, happiness and she wanted everyone to be happy.

  It was too late for Kylie but she hoped Alia found happiness with Ian.

  Reagan sat up, rubbing at his eyes. His dark hair lay tousled on his head. It had grown quite long, now reaching past his ears where it curled at the ends.

  He glanced up, his eyes meeting hers and she felt a shock of awareness race through her before she suppressed it. His gorgeous blue eyes seemed to see every part of her, they stripped her bare. She shivered at the thought and he stood quickly, striding over to her.

  “Hey, baby. Are you okay? Are you cold?”

  She shook her head.

  He kneeled by the bed and reached out as though to stroke her cheek, but he pulled back at the last minute.

  “It’s early, do you want to go back to sleep?”

  She shrugged. She was still tired, but she didn’t really feel like sleeping either.

  Reagan stifled a yawn and she noticed the dark circles under his eyes for the first time.

  “You should go to bed,” she told him suddenly. He looked at her in surprise. She had surprised herself. She rarely spoke, and only when prodded for an answer, so she could understand the shock on his face. A small grin crossed his face.

  “I look that bad, huh?”

  “That chair couldn’t have been very comfortable,” she explained, before biting her lip. What was wrong with her?

  “I was worried you’d wake up confused and scared, being in a strange place and all.”

  Kylie shrugged. There was a part of her that wanted to ask why they were here, but then did it really matter?

  The hope in his eyes faded a little but then he still smiled at her. “What say we get up and have some breakfast? I have a surprise for you later.”
/>   Kylie just nodded.

  Chapter Two

  Reagan glanced over at Kylie who lay on the blanket, staring up at the sky. It had been over three weeks since he’d packed her up and brought her to his friend, Mason’s house. Mason and his wife, Evie, were away visiting family. But they would be back in another three weeks and Reagan was starting to panic that his plan was never going to work.

  That Kylie would be lost to him forever.

  He didn’t know what it was about Kylie, but since the moment he’d seen her he’d felt this connection to her, like she was supposed to be his. Only, how could she be his when half the time she didn’t even seem to notice him?

  If he had any doubts over his feelings for her, he might have given up already. But he wasn’t willing to give up on her until he had tried everything. From what Risa and Alia had told him, she hadn’t been this lost, silent person when she’d arrived at the institution. That asshole who ran the place had done this to her.

  If only he could get her to talk to him.

  That’s why he had brought her here. He’d hoped that if he had her to himself, without any distractions that she might open up. That she would start to trust in him.

  It was a risk. It was illegal for a single man and woman to live alone and if anyone found out, they could turn them both in to the authorities. He’d probably get a fine, but Kylie would likely be retrained and married to a stranger. The law was supposed to protect women from men who would take advantage of them. Women were meant to save their virginity for their husband and until they were married, they were to be chaperoned around single men. Risa and Alia had often told him how old-fashioned and ridiculous that rule was. He was starting to agree with them.

  But was he really helping her? So far, nothing he’d attempted had drawn her out. The first day they’d been here, he had set up a painting easel with a blank canvas and some paints. Kylie had once told Alia that she had loved to paint, but she’d just stared at it blankly, making no move to take a paintbrush, not even acknowledging what he had done.