Set Free : Kylie's Story

  Set Free

  Kylie's Story

  Laylah Roberts

  9781447645429

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four:

  CHAPTER FIVE

  This story is only for adults 18 years and older.

  Kylie stared around the strange room fearfully, holding tighter to Reagan, the one staple in her suddenly changing room. He’d woken her early that morning, dressing her warmly before carrying her out to a waiting carriage. Kylie had let him do as he liked, hadn’t really cared as she watched Ben and Risa’s mansion recede into the distance as she sat in the moving carriage, Reagan holding her close to his side. The heat from her boredom, combined with the boredom of the trip had soon had her falling asleep.

  It wasn’t until the carriage stopped and she felt herself being lifted, carried that she’d awoken. Now, half asleep, still carried like a child against Reagan’s chest, she felt the first stirrings of fear.

  She didn’t care for it.

  She’d managed to suppress most of her emotions, fear, happiness, loneliness, joy, sadness, managed to bury them deep inside so that all she felt most of the time was numb. Because emotions were useless, they got you in trouble; they took too much effort and energy. Frankly, she just didn’t care that much about anything anymore, not since the Toad had beaten her spirit from her body.

  Didn’t care much about anything until now.

  Now she wondered why they were in another house. They’d travelled here in a horse-drawn carriage, something she’d only ridden in since she’d been kidnapped and taken to Rayshod. Back in her world all travel was via underground trains or else they walked. Only the very rich had horses. Since she’d been here on Rayshod, she’d been around horses more than she had in her whole life previously.

  Not that she’d been out and about much since being taken to this planet. Reagan forced her outside once a day for a walk, but beyond that she’d never really bothered to leave the house. She felt safer inside, in her room, away from everyone else. Well, except for Reagan, she didn’t really mind being around him.

  As she stared about the room in the large stone house she began to feel stirrings of doubt.

  Rather than a bed, a large oversized cot sat along one wall of the bedroom. Next to it rested a large change table. The rest of the room contained a big chest painted in pink with pictures of white teddy bears on it, a large wooden rocking chair, some more pink and white drawers and in one corner sat a large playpen filled with soft toys.

  “Reagan?” she asked. Reagan moved to the rocking chair and sat down with her on his lap, holding her tightly against his warm, strong body. The safety and security of his arms surrounded her, warming her.

  He’d made her feel this way from the first week, after she’d got over her initial shock and complete and utter fear. When he held her it was the only time she seemed to truly feel something.

  “Where are we? Why are we in a nursery?” she asked quietly.

  “This is a friend’s house, baby. He and his wife are away visiting her parents for two months. They’re kindly letting us stay here why they’ve gone.”

  “Why’re we staying here?” she asked. “I like it at Ben and Risa’s.”

  His eyebrows rose in surprise. “Really? You didn’t seem as though you did. Darling, I could hardly get you to say five words to me at a time. Quite frankly, it seemed that you had decided to just give up and fade away. You’ve lost a huge amount of weight, you’re not eating, barely sleeping, hardly ever talking or interacting and I can’t ever remember seeing you smile. I’m concerned as hell.”

  Kylie just shrugged. What would it matter if she just faded away?

  His hand clasped her chin gently and turned her to face him. His handsome face was stern as he stared down at her. “I would care. It would matter to me.”

  “I spoke out loud?” she asked in surprise. He shook his head.

  “No, darling, but I read your face, you can’t really hide anything.”

  “Yeah, the Toad really loved that.” She’d hated that horrible little man and his sadistic treatment of her. He’d seen her as a thing not a person, someone to humiliate and punish and ridicule. Why would she want to remember that? Why would she want to go on living?

  When she’d awoken in the facility and realized she’d been taken from her home, brought to a facility to be ‘trained’ to be a good little wife to some man, she’d thought life couldn’t get any worse. Then she’d experienced life at the mercy of the Toad. He’d humiliated her, punished her constantly. He’d broken her, and she wasn’t sure she could be fixed.

  “I’ve brought you here, darling, because I’m determined to make sure you start living again. I want you to be happy, to smile, to want to live.”

  “Why?” she asked him, genuinely curious. “Why do you care about me?”

  He looked away from her, obviously thinking for a moment. “I don’t know, there’s just something about you, something that pulls me to you.”

  She looked up at him seriously for a moment. “I think I know what you mean.” And she did, she was drawn to him too.

  His handsome face became truly gorgeous as he stared down at her, a soft, loving glint in his eyes.

  “Good,” he said with satisfaction. “Because I’m going to need your cooperation with what I want to do.”

  “What is it?” She figured she owed him a lot.

  “I want to regress you.”

  “Huh?”

  “I’ve tried everything I can think of to lift this-this apathy you’ve got going. Do you know this is the first time we’ve had a real conversation? I’ve tried supporting you, giving you time, cajoling you. All I’ve got left is bullying and punishments or this, and I’d rather try this. Not that this way probably won’t involve some punishment. But it won’t be anything like what you experienced before.”

  She thought about it for a moment. She was kind of scared to feel again, after all, she’d buried her emotions for a reason did she really want them back? Then she looked up into his handsome face and she realized that maybe she did. Because with the bad feelings came the good, and it could be kind of nice to feel to have normal feelings for him.

  “I don’t want to pressure you, darling, but it would be nice if we could explore whatever it is that we have between us, whatever these feelings are. I want to explore them, but at the moment you’re not anywhere close to being able to. To do anything would be to take advantage of you and I won’t do that.”

  “Okay, what does ‘regressing’ me mean?”

  “It means you’ll be a baby again.”

  She stiffened; the room was making sense now.

  “I was in the nursery at the facility for a while.” Although she knew she should feel scared she didn’t feel anything at all and that was kind of scary in itself. Just what was wrong with her?

  “Okay.”

  “Okay?” His eyebrow rose incredulously. “Don’t you want to know anything more?”

  She just shrugged. Then a sudden thought hit her, almost alarming her. “You’ll take care of me, though, no one else, right?”

  “Just me, baby, no one else. The only other people here are a few servants and they’re used to the sight of an adult baby girl. As you can see from this room my friend’s wife spends a lot of time as a baby girl.”

  “Why?”

  “Because they both enjoy it. She enjoys feeling little, having her husband as her daddy, having him take care of her, make all the decisions. She once told me it made her feel extremely loved and cherished and safe. That’s how I’m hoping that you will feel.”

  “Why
would your friend like it? Babies are a lot of work, why would he want his wife to be one? I don’t understand.”

  “I can understand it.” Reagan smiled down at her, his hand running over her fine, blonde hair. “Sometimes I look at you and I just want to wrap you up and take care of you always, keep you safe and by my side. As a baby you’ll be completely reliant on me for everything-food, love, shelter. It’s an honor and a privilege to take care of an adult baby girl, to have someone trust you that much.”

  “You sound like you’ve thought about it a lot.”

  “I have.” For many years, he thought. He’d always wanted a wife who enjoyed being a baby girl. Not that he wanted her to remain a baby girl permanently. He wanted a wife as well; he wanted children of his own, in the future.

  “This will mean that I’m your Daddy, baby girl and you’ll be helpless as a babe. You’ll have to rely on me feed you, bathe you, change you. I’ll make all the decisions. Do you understand?”

  She shrugged; she didn’t care to make decisions anyway. Too much work.

  “Okay then, let’s begin shall we?”

  Chapter Two

  Reagan looked down at the beautiful, naked woman in the bath before him and was still amazed she’d agreed to this, if she hadn’t, he didn’t know what he would have done. Ben had given him permission, as Kylie’s temporary guardian until they could work out a way to get her off planet, to do what he saw fit.

  He bathed her gently, washing over her skin in smooth swipes. She was far too thin, even thinner than he’d realized under her clothes. That had to be addressed straight away; she was fading away before his very eyes. He firmed his resolve, she would eat. No, he didn’t want to traumatize her or bully her, but he wasn’t about to let her fade away either.

  And a spanking never permanently hurt anyone. She would learn the difference between a punishment given to humiliate and a punishment given in love.

  Lifting her up he set her on the fluffy bath mat and surrounding her in a big towel patted her down gently. He loved taking care of her this way; it filled him with a feeling of rightness, completeness.

  “There you go, sweetheart, all clean.” He wrapped a dry towel around her, worried by the slight tremors that had begun to shake her body. Her low body fat meant she felt the cold; he needed to ensure that he kept her well wrapped up.

  Walking back into the nursery, he was pleased to see that the fireplace had been lit and the room was warm and toasty.

  “Here, baby, you sit on this rug while Daddy gets everything you need for bed ready. Don’t move from the rug, though, okay?” He tapped her nose playfully but she just stared up at him blankly, her face betraying her tiredness.

  Reagan wouldn’t let himself doubt what he was doing, this would work. It had to. Not only did he want to break her depression, but part of him, deep down, hoped that she would actually enjoy this lifestyle, would perhaps want to live part time as a little girl.

  His little girl.

  He kept an eye on her as he got a sleeper out of her drawers; it was bright pink and once on would cover her from her toes to her neck. The bottom was open, it didn’t have legs, it was more like a dress that had an elastic bottom that ended under her knees, making it easier for him to change her in the night if necessary.

  He put the sleeper by the change table and laid a nappy out on the table. A knock on the door had him turning and walking to the door. He glanced over at Kylie but she hadn’t moved, seemingly enthralled by the flames playing and dancing in the fireplace.

  “Thank you, Graeme,” he said as he took the tray the butler held. On it was a large tray of food for him and a bottle of high-calorie mix for Kylie. “That’ll be all for tonight. You and Melvin may retire.” Both men had worked in the household for years; they were well used to caring for a big little girl.

  “Right, sweetie,” he said as he set the tray down on the low coffee table that sat by the rocking chair. “Let’s get you ready for bed so we can both have some dinner, okay?”

  He turned towards her just in time to catch her hand as it was about to enter the fire. She’d gotten up onto her hands and knees, the towel dropping away as one hand reached out silently.

  “Kylie,” he snapped, moving quickly, grabbing her hand before his other hand landed sharply twice on her white, round bottom.

  Thwack! Thwack!

  Instantly two red imprints from his hand appeared on her pale skin as she stared up at him in surprise.

  “No,” he said sternly.

  “I just wanted to feel something,” she said in a lost little voice, and it almost broke his heart. He wanted to hold her, rock her, comfort her, but this kind of behavior needed a different sort of reaction.

  “There is going to be no more hurting yourself, darling,” he said softly.

  “From this moment on you’re going to be a little girl again, and Daddy’s protect their little girl’s, they make sure they’re happy and safe. You will feel again, baby, I promise, and when you do it won’t be because you’re in pain.”

  Her hand went to rub her bottom. “You hurt me.” She frowned up at him slightly and he almost grinned, pleased to see her show some emotion, even if it was annoyance.

  “Yep, and I’ll do it again if you’re naughty. There’s a difference between the pain of a spanking given with love and, well, burning yourself. It’s my job to keep you safe, baby girl, and if doing that means I have to spank you then I will.”

  He lifted her then into his arms, easily carrying her slight weight over to the change table. Laying her back on the table, he just stared down at her for a moment, savoring this first experience. Splitting her legs, he gently shushed her small whimper of distress as he exposed her privates to his gaze.

  “Shh, baby, you’re just a little girl, little girl’s don’t worry about being naked or what they look like.”

  He slowly, gently and very thoroughly rubbed cream over her private area and bottom, pushing his finger up into her bottom slightly, ignoring her small squeak of surprise.

  “Hmmm, you feel a little warm, baby girl. We’ll keep an eye on that.” He wiped his hands on a towel then began wrapping her in the soft cloth diaper until her bottom and girly bits were covered in white cloth. Next he pulled on her sleeper and then wrapped her up into a blanket cocoon.

  “Reagan-“ she began uneasily, but he put a finger over her mouth.

  “You need to call me Daddy now, sweetie. Everything’s okay, I promise. Now let’s get you fed and into bed, okay, it’s been a long day.”

  Kylie watched as he picked up a bottle then pulling her up into his arms he sat with her on the rocking chair. Cuddling her close he held the bottle up to her lips. Kylie opened her mouth without a qualm, feeling warm, content in his arms as she swallowed the slightly warm milk down.

  Half way the bottle she had to pull back, full to the brim.

  “Keep drinking, little girl, I want all of this gone.”

  Reagan directed the teat back to her mouth, but Kylie sealed her lips shut, shaking her head frantically.

  “Kylie,” he said warningly, frowning slightly.

  “I’m full,” she explained.

  “Hmm, well, I guess I can replace it with a midnight feed.” He put the bottle aside and sat her up, his hand rubbing her back firmly. Kylie sat, a little confused until she let out a soft burp.

  “Good girl,” he praised her softly, holding her close for a moment longer. Then he was lifting her again, putting her into the large cot, and tucking her under the blankets. Kylie whimpered softly as he turned his back. But he turned back quickly, a binky held in his hand.

  “Shh, baby, time for sleep.” She opened her mouth to accept the binky, sucking furiously as she watched him walk over and start eating from the tray of food. That’s how she fell asleep watching him and wondering about what tomorrow would bring.

  Chapter Three

  Reagan was feeling frustrated. It had been three days since he’d brought Kylie here and told her his plan and other t
han the first day he’d barely had any reaction from her at all. It was as though nothing had changed. Well, no, that wasn’t true. Some things had changed, namely that Kylie was now a full time baby girl. And in a way he loved that, he loved looking after her, feeding her, changing her. But he’d love it more if she’d show some feeling, some emotion, some reaction, damn it!

  Instead it was like she went through the motions, like she was humoring him, or more likely, like she just didn’t care. He was despairing of getting through to her at all. It seemed she was just happy to lie in her bed and let him take care of her, well no, not happy exactly.

  Indifferent.

  Which was why he’d set up this picnic lunch, it was time to push her out of her comfort zone he figured. In truth, he was getting quite desperate.