THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 36 (Anna's PoV)

Anna’s PoV:

I was finally out of prison and out of Caleb’s supervision. Caleb didn’t follow us to the laboratory, but stayed in his ‘little castle’. But that didn’t mean I was free yet. There were still Gigi and Natasha that I needed to escape from. Gigi was the biggest problem; she was stronger than me and more proficient at fighting. Gigi was tasked to escort us to Natasha’s lab and ensure that I would come back to Caleb after my mind had been ‘fixed’.

How to escape? There must be a way to escape. She just needed a chance, a lapse of judgment from the two, a miracle. Scott could be a pretty lucky son of a…so, as his mother, I could be pretty lucky too.

The car stopped; we had arrived at the lab. The police line was still everywhere, but nobody was on guard. And even if there was a guard, Gigi could clear the way for them.

We entered the lab. Some equipment had been seized by the police, but the heavy equipment was still there. The last time I visited the lab, there were several scientists working with Natasha to operate all these fancy machines in the lab, but Natasha was alone now. I wonder whether she could effectively operate the equipment

I started to see hope when Natasha ordered Gigi to just stand guard at the door while Natasha checked on me. And to check my ‘brain’ problem, she needed to undergo a thorough X-ray check, so the metal handcuff needed to be removed to avoid undesirable interaction with the machine.

Gigi unlocked my handcuffs before she went to guard the door. Now that Gigi would not be directly on my back when I tried to escape, there was a chance I could avoid fighting her.

“Alright slut, you should lie on the examination bed while I set up the machine,” Natasha commanded.

I walked toward the bed. I only had one chance to escape. I needed a perfect moment; trying to escape prematurely would be risky and lower my chance of getting out of this place. This wasn't the moment yet; I still needed to act like I was a simple-minded meat toilet.

Natasha set up the CT scan machine and positioned my head inside the high-tech scanner. She then operated the CT scan machine. The machine started to hum as it scanned my brain.

After like ten minutes, the machine stopped, and the scan was done. If we followed the standard hospital procedure, the result would be out within the next 30 or 60 minutes, or it might be faster. If Natasha saw the result, she would realize that I was only acting. So, I only have at most 30 minutes to escape. I have been thinking about how to escape during the last ten minutes, and I had an idea worth trying.

“Can I go to the toilet? I’m an urinal, I need to be in the toilet,” I said.

Natasha glanced at me a bit and said, “Do as you wish, tell the slutty musclehead to escort you to the toilet.”

Caleb’s transforming Natasha into a savant obsessed with machinery indirectly helped me, as she was fully absorbed in tinkering with the device instead of focusing on me.

As I left the examination room, I didn’t spot Gigi right away, but she should be standing guard around the lobby and the entrance of the lab. It would prevent other people from entering or exiting the lab using the main entrance or dealing with other unwanted prying eyes. The lab was still formally sealed by the police in status afterall. Our presence here would invite suspicion if somebody managed to spot us. Furthermore, we didn’t even dress normally. I was naked, Gigi was in her porn police uniform, and Natasha was only in her lab coat and lingerie. Anybody who saw us would raise their eyebrows in suspicion. But I didn’t intend to go to the main entrance or even the toilet.

I recalled that the lab had an emergency exit. That's what I was aiming for. I cautiously made my way to the emergency exit. I could already see my freedom. Once I was freed, I needed to tell the police about Caleb…No, the police are already compromised. I threw the idea of making a report to the police away.

How about making a report to the CIA or FBI? There's Hannah under Caleb's control. But Hannah was not someone with a high rank, as far as I know. The CIA would make a move knowing one of their agent was under another control.

Last, I can spread it on the news. But will people believe me when I say a young man like Caleb was brainwashing all these women?

I shook my head. I shouldn't be concerned with it until I really manage to escape from this place.

The emergency exit was just a few steps in front of me. I was so close to freedom.

But all of a sudden, I felt someone grab me from behind and was covering my mouth with a handkerchief.

I opened my eyes. I found myself lying on the roadside, my body slightly covered by the bush. I could see the emergency exit not far enough. I looked around in wary, but there was nobody there.

Why did I end up lying outside the lab? They hid my body behind the bush so someone would need some time to spot me. Was the one who did this to me want to help me or harm me?

No, this wasn't the time to wonder about that. I shook my head.

I needed to escape from this place quickly. Natasha could have figured that I was only acting anytime and sent Gigi after me.

Freedom. I didn't expect that it would be easier than I imagined. No **** cat and mouse game or fighting Gigi head-on. It felt anti-climactic. I ran away as far as I could from the lab.

A taxi cab stopped before me.

“Do you need a lift, ma’am? You look like you need help,” said the taxi driver, a white middle-aged man.

I nodded. I entered the cab without hesitation. I didn’t have any money on my body. My wallet was in my clothes that I left in the prison, but I could think about that later. It was the taxi driver who offered a lift, so he should have understood my situation.

“Bring me to this address…”

“So, what happened to you, madam? Why are you naked at this kind of hour? Are you being robbed, or are you ‘that’ kind of woman?” asked the taxi driver.

What a gentleman. He could just ask me whether I am a whore or a sexually deviant exhibitionist.

“The situation I’m in is complicated…I’m a high-ranking manager in an investment company, at least that was what I was before; I don’t know what I am now. Maybe I am just a big slut right now,” it’s surprised me how easy it was for me to call myself a slut.

“Ah…I see, as I expected,” the man said. He grinned.

The taxi suddenly stopped; we hadn’t arrived at our destination yet. I looked at the man with a puzzled expression.

“I bet you don’t have enough money to pay for the ride, but knowing that you are a slut, you should pay me with sexual service in exchange. You can start giving me a handjob while I drive you to your destination, and then you let me fuck you when we get there, or you go down here. Your choice. Do we have a deal?”

I thought I found a rare gentleman, but man would be a man. What choice did I have? Going down here in the middle of nowhere? It might be a good idea. It made me less trackable. Furthermore, I didn’t need to serve the man sexually. But in another hand, I didn’t know what could happen to me. This city didn’t have high crime rates, but not low either. And if my observation wasn’t wrong, we are not far from the bad side of the city. The man seemed to specifically choose this place. What could happen to a naked woman like me, streaking the area, was unpredictable, but I could guess some of the possible risks. Compared to it, serving the driver sexually was a safer choice.

The man had unzipped his pants and let his cock out. My hand wrapped his cock like a gear stick while the man operated the real gear stick. I stroked his cock up and down during the drive.

“You should enjoy yourself, it’s not fair that it’s only enjoying myself, rub your pussy.”

I understood that it was not a suggestion from the man but another command. My right hand moved to my pussy while my left hand stroked his cock.

The car stopped on traffic light. My body shivered in embarrassment as another car stopped beside us. I just hope the car windows were enough tinted so people wouldn’t see what I did, but from the expression on the boy in the other car, who looked at our direction weirdly and had his mouth open in shock, I knew that he could see what I was doing in the car

Thankfully, the traffic light soon turned green, and the taxi moved again.

“Stroke my cock faster, slut! Are you feeling embarrassed from stroking my cock?” Commanded the man.

No, the reason I kept a steady pace was so I wouldn’t distract him from driving, but the man wasn’t satisfied with that.

“Yes, that’s better. Keep stroking.”

I stroked his cock faster and faster. I could feel the throbbing of his cock. The car started to sway as he lost concentration to the pleasure. As if knowing that I would loosen my hand in panic, the driver grabbed my wrist.

“Don’t you hear me? Keep stroking, don’t stop, I’m okay,” the man commanded in a stern tone. He was gripping my wrist in a tight **** grip. It’s painful.

“Fine. Just release your grip.”

As he released his grip, I resumed stroking his cock with the same or even faster intensity.

“Oh god…yes…fuck…”

The man came. His body jerked, and the man stepped on the gas pedal too hard. The car sped up uncontrollably.

CRASH!

The car hit the tree on the roadside before it stopped.

I thought I was going to die, I didn’t expect that I would manage to escape the car crash almost unscathed, only my left hand was bloody. It seemed that the taxi driver wasn’t as lucky as me.

I made my way out of the car. From the surroundings, I knew that I was not that far from my destination.

“Where are you going, slut?”

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged taxi driver was still alive. Blood drenching through his forehead and nose.

“We had agreed that I would fuck you after I drive you to your destination,” the man grumbled.

“You haven’t taken me to my destination, so our deal is not valid anymore. You should go to the doctor instead of trying to fuck me.”

“You bitch, I don’t give a shit whether we have a deal or not, I will fuck you right here before I die,” the man chuckled creepily.

“Fuck, go away from me, you creep.” I took a few steps back as he got closer, and then I decided to run away.

I didn’t know how the man could be so fast despite his injury; he quickly caught up to me and pushed me down. He pinned me to the ground. I tried to fight back, shrugging off his ****, but the man didn’t budge. I was not a weak woman either; I regularly do weight lifting to build muscle, but against the man, it seemed that my strength was nothing worth. I could feel his cock enter my ass from behind.

“Get away from her, you fucking creep.”

I heard a familiar voice. And then a loud thump. I no longer felt the man’s cock in my ass. My knight in shining armor had saved me. I hadn’t turned around to see who helped me, but his voice told me everything. My beloved…

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