A key

The naked Lucy found a cabinet with a bunch of key hooks labeled 1 through 7. The first six were empty but the last one had keys to a car on it. She looked out the window and sure enough a truck with the number 7 on its tailgate was facing the building. She never drove a truck before but she’d driven a car. This was probably her best shot at escape. The other option was trying to fortify the place but unless someone was eventually going to come to rescue her escape seemed like the better choice.

She left out the door and saw that Max had crawled towards the door. She stepped out and tried to avoid him. He reached out and grabbed her ankle tripping her. She landed roughly on the ground and looked back. She realized this was how it all kind of started. Max forcing her into a situation she didn’t want. First the collar, now this.

“This doesn’t end well for the part of you that thinks you’re a person but the other part, the part that’s real, will be much happier if you just give in. I could be your owner. I would treat you well.”

She kicked at his arm with her free foot and he let go.

For reasons she couldn’t understand she felt like she had to explain herself, “I will not be owned by choice. I don’t know if I’ll escape but I’m going to try. You were supposed to be there for me and instead you were working against me the whole time. I thought you loved me, I trusted you, and you betrayed me. In conclusion: Get fucked, Max, but probably put some ice on your balls first.”

She started running ,again holding her breasts for comfort, and made her way to the truck. She held her breath as she put the key in the door and turned it. It unlocked and she let out a sigh of relief. She opened the door and sat her nude butt on the leather seat. She started the truck and started to put it in drive. The juices on her thigh were now dripping onto the seat making her uncomfortable, but there wasn't much she could do about it. She put her bare foot on the peddle and started to go. She prayed she’d run into no one on the way out.

She was in the main lot which then led to the visitors’ lot and then the exit. She tried to drive while barely popping her head above the wheel to hopefully not draw anyone’s attention. There were other campus security vehicles in the general area so hopefully people wouldn’t even think to check out the truck assuming it was looking for her.

As she got further into the lot there was more people. She got nervous and drove slow. She looked in the side mirror and someone was staring at the truck and reaching for his phone. She was likely caught but not captured yet so she started to drive faster.

As she entered the visitor’s lot she was almost at the exit. She looked out to her left and to her shock there was her parents’ car. In all of this she had almost completely forgot they were coming. She stopped and stared at it. They must have noticed because they got out of the car and they looked panicked. They were waving for her to get out of the truck and come to them. She realized on a normal day the most concerning thing would be the fact her parents could see her bare boobs right now. Instead she was deciding whether she could trust the people who raised her and who’d she spend more time around than anyone else in the world.

Her heart said to go to them. Plus her parents’ car would be a lot less recognizable than the campus security vehicle and might make her escape easier. Her brain said to leave and not to trust anyone until she got as far from this place as possible. She could call them and apologize but she couldn’t undo being captured. She held the brake waiting on herself to make up her mind.