Set Free: Kylie's Story (Rayshod)

by Laylah Roberts

  The liquid entered her bowels, stretching her stomach. Kylie took deep breaths, trying to ease the cramping.

  Flashbacks of the Toad hit her, making her whimper. She shook as memories threatened to overwhelm her.

  “Kylie, Kylie, look at me.”

  Kylie opened her eyes to glance up at Glenys who was actually staring down at her with some concern.

  That concern soon disappeared, a firm look entering her eyes. Kylie wondered what had led this woman to take a job such as this. Had she always been so hard or had she grown that way over time?

  “Right that’s the end of it. Hold that while I get a pot.”

  Something cold prodded her thighs.

  “Right. Release.”

  Oh God. But what choice did she have? Kylie forced herself to relax and a small bit of the enema streamed out, hitting the pot with a splash.

  “And the rest, come on now, we don’t have all day.”

  Tears splashed down her face, as helplessness overwhelmed her.

  With a sob, she completely relaxed, letting go. Hating every hideous moment, she swore that never again would this happen to her, never again would someone be able to humiliate and hurt her. She didn’t care what she had to do, she would protect herself.

  Finally, she was empty and so exhausted she could barely keep her eyes open.

  Her cheeks burned as the woman wiped her clean.

  The straps on her knees and ankles were released.

  “Right, roll over.” The woman grabbed her by the waist and turned her. Her wrists were bound by a rope that was tied to the top of the bench so she twisted over easily.

  “Since you’re a flight risk we’ll need to tie you to your bed, which means you’ll have to wear one of these.”

  Kylie shook her head frantically as she saw what the woman held up. No way, nuh-uh, like fuck. She kicked out, but the woman soon had her ankles held in one hand and was lifting her hips, placing the cotton diaper beneath her ass.

  In quick movements that spoke of lots of practice, Glenys soon had her trussed up like a tiny baby.

  Could things get any worse?

  ***

  Reagan paced back and forth in the room they had locked him in. The room itself wasn’t bad; it had a large bed in one corner and a set of drawers in another corner. He’d even been provided with some books to read, all of them relating to marriage and the role of a husband in a marriage, subtle these people were not.

  Exhaustion pulled at him, his body begging him to lie down and sleep, but he was too wired to sit still. As soon as they’d reached this place, they had separated him from Kylie. Reagan had been grilled by the magistrate for hours. When had they gotten married? Who had married them? Where had they gotten married?

  At first, he had refused to answer, but he’d soon realized that would get them nowhere. They would still be stuck here a month from now and he wanted Kylie out of here as soon as possible. He hated to think of how terrified she probably was.

  If they hurt her…

  He unclenched his hands, trying to relax. This would all be fixed soon.

  Reagan knew he couldn’t keep up the pretence that they were married; there were too many ways for his lies to be discovered. So he’d stuck as close to the truth as possible, hoping like hell that everything would fall into place.

  He’d told them that they were engaged. That his brother, Ben, was Kylie’s guardian and that they had snuck off to have some time alone. Of course, the magistrate had been horrified and Reagan knew he’d be in for a large fine. They’d also expect Ben to punish him. He didn’t care. So long as it got Kylie out of here, he would do anything.

  Besides, he hadn’t really been lying. Ben was Kylie’s guardian and Reagan did intend to marry her. Soon.

  He just hoped the messenger he’d sent to Ben would get his brother here quickly.

  Chapter Nine

  Reagan glanced up as his door opened, expecting to see the guard with his lunch. That is what his days had come down to, waiting for the next meal to come along and break up the boredom. This was the fourth day he’d been here. Four days! The only way he knew that was because of the small, high window in his room. Too small to get through and escape from, and that was even if he could reach it.

  Instead of his guard walking through the door with an unappetising plate of food, the magistrate appeared, surprising Reagan.

  He stood, looking at the Magistrate calmly, trying to hide his hope. Either Ben had come through and he and Kylie were about to be freed, or the Magistrate had grown tired of waiting and was about to add to Reagan’s worries.

  “Mr Reece, come with me please.”

  Reagan followed behind the neatly-dressed man. He walked briskly but didn’t rush, nodding at a few people as they moved along a corridor with a number of offices off it. A guard trailed behind them.

  The magistrate stopped by a large wooden door and opened it. He stood back and held out his hand, gesturing for Reagan to step inside.

  Reagan stepped in with a suspicious look at the Magistrate that immediately disappeared when he saw Ben standing in the small room.

  Ben glanced up as he stepped inside, the door shutting behind him.

  “Reagan.” Striding over, Ben hugged him tight. Reagan held him for a long moment.

  “Ben, I’m so glad to see you.”

  Ben leaned back, giving him a stern look. His oldest brother had always taken his role as head of family seriously. Reagan had still been young when their parents had died and Ben had continued to raise him. Ben had loosened up a bit since marrying Risa, but he would not tolerate his family being in danger.

  “What were you thinking, staying with Kylie alone?” Ben said sharply, stepping away.

  Reagan looked at him in shock. What was he talking about? He knew what Reagan’s plan had been.

  Ben nodded over at a painting on the wall and Reagan instantly understood. Ben thought there was a listening hole behind the painting. Reagan wouldn’t put it past the magistrate to be standing on the other side, eavesdropping.

  “I’m sorry,” Reagan began, but Ben threw up his arms, silencing him.

  “Sorry? Sorry? You told me that your friends would be there, that you wouldn’t be alone. Now, I’ve been dragged from a council meeting to come here and prove my guardianship over you both. My honor has been dragged into question and that is unacceptable. I fully intend to punish you for this, Reagan.”

  Reagan felt a stab of guilt.

  “Luckily, the council meeting was dying down, although I would like to get home to my wife. Ian and Alia are getting married soon and there are preparations to make. Where is that magistrate?”

  Ben sent him a small wink, letting Reagan know he wasn’t seriously upset. A minute later the door opened and the magistrate stepped in. He carried a folder filled with paper. Sitting down, he pulled out some paper and shuffled it.

  “Please, won’t you both have a seat?”

  Ben and Reagan sat.

  “When can I take my ward and my brother and leave?” Ben asked. “We have a wedding to get to.”

  “Well, first you have another wedding to attend,” the magistrate replied.

  Ben sat forward with a frown. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, that your brother and ward will need to get married before I am prepared to let them leave. Even if they are engaged, this sort of behavior cannot be condoned and the only way I can assure that it does not happen in the future is to ensure that they leave here married.”

  “I assure you that this will not happen again until they are married,” Ben replied.

  Reagan stared at the magistrate and saw the glee in his eyes. He was enjoying this. He would not back down. That Ben was a council member probably increased his enjoyment.

  “I wish I could be so sure of that. But this happened once, it can happen again. I cannot just let them go, what kind of message would that be sending to others? There are those who would lie about their engagement to get out of punishment, you
know. Besides, there are extenuating circumstances.”

  “What extenuating circumstances?” Reagan demanded.

  The officious ass looked down at his papers. “The young lady is no longer a virgin.” He looked at Reagan accusingly.

  Reagan knew it would do no good to insist that he hadn’t touched her. Besides, that could create even more issues.

  Ben sat back, looking over at Reagan. “Is that so?”

  Reagan could practically hear Ben running scenarios through his head, trying to figure out how to get them out of this. But there was no way out that Reagan could see. The magistrate wouldn’t let them go until they were married, no matter that Ben was a council member. In fact, he could create a lot of trouble if he wanted to.

  “Fine, let’s do it.”

  From the corner of his eye, he saw Ben start and give him a shocked look. This wasn’t the way he’d wanted to marry her, he had wanted to seduce her, romance her. But in the end, he had always intended to marry her.

  She would be his.

  ***

  Kylie followed Glenys as she walked down the hallway. The other woman hadn’t told her where they were going, just that she was to follow her. Daniel walked behind her. Since that first day, things hadn’t been so bad. In fact, she had mostly been left alone, which had surprised her.

  Not that she was upset, her butt was still bruised from the paddling Glenys had given her that first day, and the spanking she’d received this morning for refusing to eat her breakfast had only reignited her pain.

  Glenys opened a large, wooden door and gestured for her to step through. Kylie stepped inside with some trepidation. She supposed she should have taken this opportunity to attempt to escape, but she was too exhausted to even think about escape options. She hadn’t been sleeping well. Each time she did drop off, she experienced nightmares that soon had her awake and shaking.

  She had really come to rely on having Reagan around to soothe her, to protect her. It worried her that she had come to depend on him so much.

  With her lack of sleep, her energy levels had dropped and her interest in everything, including food, had disappeared.

  But right now she found herself curious about what was in that room.

  She walked slowly inside, coming to a complete stop in surprise. Then she sagged in relief.

  “Ben,” she said.

  “Hey, sweetheart,” he replied.

  She ran toward him, throwing her arms around him. He stiffened, sending her a look of shock before relaxing and holding her tight. He pressed her head against his chest, rocking back and forth.

  She could understand his shock. She would never have voluntarily touched him before, let alone throw herself into his arms.

  “Are you okay, sweetheart? Did they hurt you?”

  “I’m fine,” she replied. “Really glad to see you. Have you seen Reagan? Is he safe?”

  “He’s fine, Kylie.” Leaning in, he whispered in her ear, “be careful what you say, someone could be listening in.”

  Ben led her over to a chair, sitting her down.

  Kylie winced slightly before schooling her face. But Ben was watching her carefully.

  “What’s the matter?” he asked sharply. “Are you hurt?”

  She shook her head. “I’m fine.”

  He narrowed his gaze and his mouth firmed. “Kylie, where do you hurt?”

  “I don’t want to tell you,” she whispered. “Can I see Reagan?”

  Ben patted her hand. “I’m glad you feel safe with Reagan, sweetheart, and that you’re feeling a lot better than the last time I saw you,” wow, that was an understatement, last time he’d seen her, she was practically comatose, “but you are safe with me as well. You’re my ward and it’s my job to look after you.”

  His ward? She hadn’t quite thought of it like that. But then every woman on Rayshod was under the care of a male, and Ben was the head of his household. He’d never done anything except be nice to her.

  “There’s no need to be embarrassed. I want to make sure you’re okay and in order to do that, you need to be honest with me. I saw you wince when you sat down, tell me what’s wrong.”

  “It’s just my, ahh, bottom.” Damn, she wished Reagan was here. “Are you sure Reagan is all right?”

  “He’s fine,” Ben said with a frown. “He’s perfectly capable of looking after himself. He’s just cleaning himself up. Show me.”

  She gaped at him. “I can’t do that.”

  “You know I’m not going to hurt you. Don’t be embarrassed. I just want to see how badly you’ve been harmed.”

  The warmth and concern in his voice warred against her embarrassment.

  “Just show me the part of you that’s been hurt.”

  Standing she turned and raised her dress. Holding it up with one hand, her face blushing wildly, she pushed her undergarments down with the other.

  Ben swore. “Those bastards.” He helped her right her clothing, turning so he could clasp his hands around her shoulders. “Why?”

  She shrugged. “I wasn’t co-operating. I was scared. With the Toad, I just let him do that to me. I never fought him. I never tried to escape. I couldn’t let that happen again.”

  He tipped her face up. “You look exhausted and very thin. Have they been feeding you properly?”

  “I’m okay. I’ve just been having some bad dreams.”

  Ben squeezed her shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s not your fault. I wasn’t living before. Now, I can feel again, all the good things and the bad. It’s scary, but I couldn’t keep going the way I was.”

  “No, you couldn’t.”

  “Can we go now? I just want to leave this place and forget. Will Reagan be meeting us?”

  She was anxious to see Reagan, wouldn’t feel right again until she could touch him.

  Ben’s face grew pensive, worrying her.

  “Ben, you said Reagan was fine, he is, isn’t he?”

  She turned to walk away, determined to find Reagan herself. Ben grabbed her arm, stopping her. “He’s fine. I promise. But Kylie, there’s something I need to tell you—”

  A knock at the door interrupted him and they both turned, Ben frowned as the Magistrate walked in. He stepped in front of Kylie, making her feel safe, even as she wished she were brave enough to face the Magistrate down.

  “What do you have to say about the state my ward is in?” Ben asked in a booming voice.

  The Magistrate frowned and peered around at her. “What do you mean? She looks perfectly well to me.”

  “She’s pale as a ghost, there are dark circles under her eyes and her bottom is covered in deep bruises. Is this how you care for people here? You had no business disciplining her.”

  “She was caught with a man who wasn’t her husband, living with him in sin. That sort of behavior is not to be tolerated. Mrs Lowe also reported that she was very argumentative and disrespectful. Perhaps if she had been taught some manners she wouldn’t have had to be punished.”

  The Magistrate frowned disapprovingly at Ben who stiffened and took a step forward. Kylie quickly reached out and grabbed his arm.

  “Ben, it’s not worth it.”

  “She doesn’t even show you the proper level of respect,” the Magistrate continued disapprovingly. “The proper address for your guardian is sir, young lady.”

  “You will not tell my ward what she should call me, that’s between her and me. You have no jurisdiction over her and I would thank you to leave us alone.”

  “Well, unfortunately I cannot do that. You see, I have other things to attend to today. Your brother is awaiting us, let us get this wedding over and done with.”

  “Wedding?” Kylie questioned.

  Ben turned back to her, a look of apology on his face. “Kylie,” he began.

  “We have very little time,” the magistrate interrupted. “I have somewhere else to be. Before I can allow you to leave my care, young lady, I must ensure that you and Mr Reece are truly married. You
have been ruined and he has broken the law. I cannot allow this to go. So you are to be married. Now. Then once Mr Reece pays the fine owing, the two of you are free to go.”

  “I was going to tell her,” Ben growled, his hands clenching into fists.

  The Magistrate took a hasty step back, swallowing heavily. “You were taking too long. We really need to get going.”

  “Give us five minutes,” Ben demanded.

  “Really, I—”

  “Get out.”

  The Magistrate scurried out, which would have made Kylie smile under any other circumstances, but she was too shocked to find any amusement right now. Marriage? To Reagan? What were they thinking?

  “Ben, what is going on? Marriage? I can’t—”

  “Sweetheart, you knew when you accept Reagan’s proposal that one day you would get married.”

  Proposal? What proposal? Luckily, she remembered Ben’s warning that someone could be listening in before she said that out loud.

  “Reagan had to tell the Magistrate that you were just engaged not married. Now, he’s insisting that since you were both living together unsupervised that you get married before you leave here. I know it’s not your dream wedding, but I promise we will have a proper ceremony for you later. Reagan is waiting for you now, Kylie. Once this is over and done with then we can leave here and never return.”

  Over and done with?

  This certainly wasn’t her idea of a dream wedding. Hell, she hadn’t even gotten to experience a real proposal. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Even though part of her was thrilled over the idea of marrying Reagan, she loved him after all; she didn’t want to marry someone who didn’t love her back.

  “But what about Reagan?” she asked, hoping Ben would get her meaning. Ben grabbed her hands, squeezing them.

  “Reagan is upset that you’re not getting the wedding you dreamed of, but he’s ecstatic that he finally gets to marry you. He loves you.”

  She winced. If only that was true.

  “Kylie, we have to do this. Now. It’s the only way the Magistrate will allow the two of you to leave. I’m sorry to hurry you along, but we need to get going.”