You're Mine Now (Crashingthrough x N7Biotic)

[N7Biotic]

Through the crowded halls, where most students laugh, slam lockers, or walk painstakingly slow paces, there was one that seemed to have no intention to do anything but make it to her next class, even if it meant being the first one there. Skylar had become somewhat famous among the school as the teacher's pet of all her classes. She was always the first to arrive and last to leave. The one who always had to her hand up for every question and always turned in her homework and extra credit in on time. If she wasn't working on something school related, then she had her nose in a book or drawing. Naturally, she was one of the top students and every teacher that had her in their classes had nothing but good things to say about her. Just as naturally, it also lead to her being teased every now and then. Luckily, it never really escalated to anything physical. Every now and then a student would intentionally whisper loudly when she was nearby telling a friend how Skylar was a teacher's pet and would do anything to make her teachers happy and keep her grades up high. Other times, students would roll their eyes and sigh loudly the second she rose her hand up to answer a question. Soon enough, she was banned from raising her hand to give the other kids a chance and to make the rude gestures and comments every time she tried to answer a question. She was safe in the classroom for the most part, the only danger she really got into anymore was getting a lazy partner for a group project and had to do all the work herself. It wasn't like Skylar was friendless either. She made friends from all different groups, even a few jocks. Most of her friends were from her art class and it was always fun being with them.

In truth, Skylar was a very charming girl and a very kind one too. Whenever someone needed help with their homework, she always offered to help them and she made friends easily. She was also rather pretty too, enough so to get asked out a few times, but only ever having one or two successful dates and just didn't have time for a boyfriend or a girlfriend. Skylar had long, midnight blue hair that reached all the way down her mid back with gentle side swept banes across her forehead, nearly covering her right eye. Her eyes were more of a sapphire color that sparkled with life and happiness. Peaking up on the top of her head was a pair of violet, triangle shaped ears with lavender stripes like the rest of the fur on her body. Her muzzle was short and cute with a little pink, triangle nose and a couple of whiskers. Her muzzle and undercarriage was black as the night and were particularly fluffy parts of her. For being sixteen, she had a rather impressive body. Her breasts were heavy and perky with hourglass curves and a plump firm rear where her long, fluffy tail flowed and gentle moved behind her. Despite that, she always seemed to be hiding it by wearing hoodies and jeans all the time, but it was still noticeable, just less so. Nonetheless, while she was a beauty, her focus was on her smarts and even art when she had free time, which wasn't often.

Skylar was making her way to her next class with a couple of textbooks in her arms that were normally in her backpack, but decided to give her back a break from the heavy weight. Besides, they were the books she needed for her next class, which was her favorite. She loved her teacher in her next class. He was always so kind to her and always had something interesting to talk about. She would always spend a couple of minutes after his class just to talk about everything and nothing all at once before having to get to her next class. She didn't know what it was about him, but he was always a joy to talk to and easily her favorite teacher out of all the ones she's had. Skylar was the first student to his class as always and made for her desk at the front of the class. She sat her backpack down and put her books up on her desk. Noticing that she had a little extra time to spare, Skylar reached into her bag and pulled out her sketchbook to finish one of the drawings she had started for her art class and was eager to finish while she waited for her teacher and her fellow students to arrive.

 

[Crashingthrough]

There was a brief moment after the bell rang where his voice grew louder to remind each student and catch those running out the door. "Pages one-hundred and eleven through one- sixteen!" The male shouted, seeing mostly backs and tails as those few too slow to get out blockaded the door and the spilt out like the raging waters of a broken dam. "Even only!" He shouted again though the classroom was empty. Nobody seemed to like his class despite the human teacher's best efforts to make them interesting. Physics was one of the more difficult classes required, and almost none of them would use it into their adult lives, but Ryan Martin tried his best. Maybe it was because he was too young for this, not even have broken into his thirties yet. He looked the part of a science teacher he was told, cleanly groomed stubble. Thin wire rectangle glasses that sat on the tip of a pointed nose. Messy brown hair that crossed over into black when wet. He was well framed, and nothing discernably horrible with his appearance, though some of his dates and colleagues would say that it could be rather plain.

Plain was not how he would explain the student that entered first, like almost always. Ryan found her a delight to talk to, someone who actually paid attention and could find her interests relatable at times. He even enjoyed the look about her, from the color of her hair and fur to the pink that poked out and mismatched the rest of her face. Of course the realization that she had matured as and grown as a woman that he could barely see under the outfits she chose helped his attraction as well. Were it not that they were student and teacher he possibly would have considered dating her, so great was his need to touch and claim the young creature for himself. Over the school year he had desired this student of his more, hiding it behind a wall of professionalism that was physically unwavering. And mentally handicapping. At least it had thought to consume him until Ryan had thought of a plan. A plan that guaranteed that he would have her. But it all hinged on a rumor.

A rumor that she was more than willing to do anything for a teacher. The physics teacher did not know about how she thought of him as her favorite or he might have moved unrealistically  quickly and carelessly. Instead he set his stuff down at his desk off to the side of the room and then stepped to stand by the furry girl's side. "Skylar?" He asked peeking at the drawing. "You have your lunch period next right? Can you stay after class? I'd like to ask a favor of you. But not in front of the other..." He stopped and smiled as one of her classmates entered. "Good morning Samuel." The teacher greeted, before leaving Skylar to her thoughts to draw the lesson on the chalk board.

Time would drag for the teacher as he talked about the equations and wave forms that created each spectrum of light and how to differentiate between them. Only seventy minutes between start to finish, but so long as to make Ryan wish to slam down the eraser or quiz sheets and demand an answer from hiz obsession now.

 

[N7Biotic]

Skylar was focusing on her drawing when her ear twitched and swiveled towards the voice that called to her. She turned her attention to the voice and smiled seeing who the voice originated from. "Oh, hello Mr. Martin." She greeted before her teacher went on to ask his question. He didn't even have time to fully ask his question when the other students began to arrive just before the bell was about to ring, barely on time as usual. While he didn't get to finish the question, Skylar was always willing to stay behind from lunch every now and then when Mr. Martian needed something from her or just wanted to chat which was probably how that horrible rumor started in the first place. She didn't want to stop her habits though, or else it may only worsen the problem since it would show she acknowledged it. However, she didn't get to answer his question before he wondered off to get ready for class to start as usual. Her ear twitched a little and wondered what else he was going to say to her before he turned his attention off of her. Skylar shrugged it off and started putting her drawing away of the dragon she had been working on and prepared for class to start.

Class went on as normal. Skylar was attentively writing down notes and answering the questions Mr. Martian asked the class. Unlike her other teachers, Mr. Martian hadn't banned her from answering too often so she often rose her hand to answer. Physics was always interesting to her. It wasn't something she would actively use, but she thought it was interesting to learn how everything worked with momentum and how it the equations worked. Other students weren't nearly as interested as she was however. When she took a glance around the class, Skylar saw people dozing off and other's purely bored and doing anything else except taking notes and paying attention. She saw a few hidden cell phones too and a pair of girls passing notes to each other and rolled her eyes a little about it. No body in this class really seemed to care about their grade. Well, it was their future, not her's. The least they could do was show Mr. Martin some respect since he didn't have to do all the work he did for them, but it seemed Skylar was the only one who had respect for teachers, another reason the rumor started probably.

When the bell rang for lunch, Skylar had never seen so many students get up at once to rush to the door. She was a little peckish herself, but judging by how quickly they all rushed it was like they hadn't eaten in days. It wasn't long before the classroom was empty besides Mr. Martin and herself. Skylar packed her bag up at least so she could leave whenever Mr. Martin was done with whatever he wanted to talk to her about. She pulled her bag onto her back and walked up to him with her usual smile. "You wanted to talk to me about something Mr. Martin?" She questioned with a slightly curious tilt to her head, her tail waving from side to side gently down by her legs while her hands were folded politely in front of her. "Did I make a mistake on the test?" She asked with a tinge of worry. She rarely made mistakes on any assignment, but if she ever did, she wanted to know what she did wrong. "Or did you just want to chat?" She asked on a more positive note.

 

[Crashingthrough]

Ryan had smiled after his request, and went on to give his lecture. Like always it seemed as if this was a game between just the two of them. Him, and his favorite. Very rarely did the other's pipe in, knowing that Skylar would answer for them. And he had given up trying to berate those that slept or ignored him. And only when it was overly obvious and disrupting did he speak out. This lesson he had no reason to do so, his attention trapped by the student that he wanted for himself. He never got any respect from anyone else, and it was not for the lack of trying. There was just nothing he could do about it if they had no care for their grades. And still he attempted to grasp at their attention.

Class ended like always. A stampede of students rushing to get to lunch before the lines grew long and their favorite items snatched away by greedier hands. The teacher just leaned back into his chair, his own lunch in a kit underneath. To no surprise he was greeted by the one person he wanted to see. "Skylar yes. I did." Were his words, he looked at her his eyes catching sight of the swaying tail and the cute way she held her hands together. No, it was not the right place. His plan was put in motion already, but if he slipped up then he might lose his prize. "Don't worry. You scored perfectly on all the most recent assignments. I just thought that you should know that next week will be my last one. I will be taking a leave for a few months and then transfering to a district on the other side of the country." He explained as best as he could, without giving much reason as for why. The excuse he gave his employer was a family emergency. That he needed to leave to care for his ailing mother in her final months. Which was partially true, though it was not the main reason. However telling someone that it was because he wanted some time away with what was hopefully a new plaything, that could cause problems.

"I wanted to invite you to join me and a few other of my better students for a get together tonight." Ryan spoke bluntly now that nobody else was here. "There is a small pizza restraunt down on 17th, do you know of it? We are all meeting there. If you don't want to go, I don't blame you. Just, make sure not to tell anybody about it. It is still against policy for me to do this as a teacher." He explained very carefully, trying to avoid the fact that she was the only one he was inviting. Or the only one he wanted. Even more so, he was hoping that she did go, and heeded his request for secrecy. It would make everything so much easier. "Don't sit here too long. Go get your lunch and hopefully I'll see you after school."

 

[N7Biotic]

A bit of relief washed over Skylar when she heard that she hadn't messed up on any recent assignments. The last time she made a mistake, Skylar felt like an idiot for the rest of the week for messing up an easy question. At least she could walk away with her good day in tack. However, the news of her teacher gave her did disappoint her. Mr. Martin was her favorite teacher and thought he was under appreciated. The idea of next week being the last time he got to teach her was a bit upsetting. Her little ears dropped down a bit from their usual perky stance and her smile lessened, "Oh..." She replied with disappointment in her voice. "Well, I'm happy for you sir. Hopefully this new school will appreciate you more." She slightly lied. Skylar wanted Mr. Martin to work at a school that had students that appreciated the work and dedication he put into his lessons, but at the same time, she didn't want him to leave. He was one of the few teachers that still let her answer questions and found a delight to talk to about everything and nothing. The next teacher she may get might not be like him and end up being a bad teacher. Physics was a hard subject to teach and plan classes for so it was easy to get a teacher who didn't really do well teaching it. Mr. Martin was probably the only one she knows of in school that actually has a full understanding for it and makes an effort to help his students understand it too. Skylar was a strange mixture of happy and sad for him that made her chest feel tight.

Her ears lifted up a bit more though when Mr. Martin invited her to an event he was holding tonight. It was a relief to know she wasn't the only student doing well in his class, even though it looked like that was the case. Skylar thought for a moment to see if she had anything planned for that evening, but as far as she knew, she was open for pretty much the whole afternoon, especially if it meant spending a afternoon at an event for her favorite teacher where she may make some new friends. Her parents always worked really late, so she didn't have to worry about their disapproval and she had a car of her own so she could drive to the event with ease. Skylar gave Mr. Martin a smile and replied, "Oh, I know where that is. I'd love to go! My parents won't be home until late at night, so no need to worry about them. I can drive there too, so unless something bad happens, I should be able to go." Skylar didn't find his need to keep the event a secret suspicious since it technically was against school rules, but she knew Mr. Martin wasn't going to do anything to her or the other students so she didn't worry about anything or even think that something would actually happen that would spoil everything.

"I am a bit hungry, but I'm excited about this afternoon! I'm gonna go to lunch Mr. Martin. I'll see you after school!" She smiled sweetly with her ears perked up and her tail waving in excitement. Skylar gave him a cute wave goodbye as she walked out of the class and made her way to lunch. Luckily, she didn't have to worry about all the good food being gone since she always packed her own lunch due to the fact the conversations she had with Mr. Martin often made her late. The rest of the day went on like normal. She went to her last few classes and aced a few assignments. Normally, she had a art club meeting today, but she told her friends who went that she had to go home early since her parents needed her to do a few things for them. They bought her story since she never had a reason to lie before. She didn't like lying to her friends, but she swore a promise to Mr. Martin and she never broke a promise. When it was time for school to end, Skylar made her way through the throng of students eager to leave to go home before finally making it outside to the parking lot to get into her car and head out to the place Mr. Martin told her to meet him and the others at.

 

[Crashingthrough]

The teacher sat looking at her with his dark green eyes, watching each expression show in many ways, from the shifting positions of her ears to the speed at which her tail moved. Ryan watched as his news of leaving left a dower impression based on how her ears moved, and how his invitation perked them up just so much. She was adorable. So easy to read, and he was again tempted to blurt out something that revealed his intention. His desires he had kept even from his closest companions, out of the internet chat rooms that he frequented that gave tips on how to subdue women with rope, gag, drug, and more. And yet even there, those online were using it for play, and there was a certain line they never crossed. No, it wasn't the line of willingness. It was the interspecies one. For him, a human, to be lusting after on of the other kind, that was something that could get one banned from many of even the shadier dark web sites.

"Really? I'm glad. You've always been my favorite, even of the others. If you weren't there it wouldn't seem like that a great send off." Ryan admitted, averting his eyes slightly. He was never supposed to have favorites, but who didn't? "Yes. Right. Go on and I look forward to seeing you later." He said awkwardly, inwardly exploding with joy as a bright smile broke on his lips. He had to swallow a laugh of excitement as she stepped away, returning her wave and twisting his chair around to hide his face. By the time classes resumed he was back to a normal expression, trying very hard to teach the few students who paid attention. The rest of the day went by rather well. No troublemakers or anyone so disruptive that he had to call them out on it. And since his final class time for the day was his prep period, he was able to leave early.

He made his way over to the restraunt as quickly as possible. There were two reasons that he chose this location. Firstly, the closest parking was an free garage, but the cars and walls offered shelter from prying eyes if he was careful. And the other was that since it was free there would be no cameras and an abandoned car would go unnoticed for longer. Sitting in the car for a while he steeled himself for what he had to do, waiting until a short time after the school let the students out to step out and wait. Standing by his trunk he would wave when he saw his student arrive.

 

[N7Biotic]

Through the whole day, Skylar thought about how Mr. Martin called her his favorite student and felt herself a bit proud of herself for it. Mr. Martin chose her as his favorite out of all the other students, even he top performing ones. He was her favorite teacher after all. She was happy to hear that he found her a excellent student since she had high respect for the man. Skylar didn't let it distract her from her classes, but it did help her make it through the intentionally loud whispers talking about how she stayed behind in his class at lunch implying something lewd had taken pace. As usual she paid them no mind, but it did make her feel a little better knowing that Mr. Martin didn't seem to acknowledge the accusations and whispers either. He was sure to hear about it since the others had come to her to give her advice on how to handle it. Strangely, it was more comforting to know that he didn't pay the rumors any mind. After all, she didn't want her image soured in his mind over something cruel the students made up to hurt her.

The way to the meeting place was a bit hectic since school was out. She sighed every time one of her peers behind the wheel gunned in front of her or almost crashed into her in a attempt to get home quickly. She never understood the mad rush. Skylar had somewhere she wanted to get to as well, but she wasn't about to crash her car to try to get there too quickly. Besides, she was sure she had time since Skylar was sure Mr. Martin was waiting on other students as well. Once she got out of the school zone, it became a little easier to make her way through traffic since most of the high school student drivers went the other direction. Naturally, there was still stupid people on the road, but it wasn't nearly as bad as the school zone. Luckily, she knew where she was going or Skylar would be lost in a sea of cars so it made the trip easy, even with the couple of bad drivers she encountered on the way there.

Skylar turned into the mostly abandoned car garage and started to look for Mr. Martin which was an easy task since he was the only other car there. She didn't seem to have any concern about how empty the car garage. Most people were still at work at this time and most students just wanted to get home. Besides, she expected more cars to arrive soon, it just so happened she made it to the spot first. Probably due to her excitement to spend an afternoon with her favorite teacher and her fellow high performing students. She smiled seeing Mr. Martin waiting outside of his car and pulled into a parking spot near him, giving them a space in between to make it easier to leave once everything was over. She shut off her car and put the keys in her pocket before getting out. "Hey there Mr. Martin." She greeted with a grin and a little wave. "I guess I got here a little bit early." She smiled, walking to meet him near his car.

 

[Crashingthrough]

Waiting patiently was probably one if the hardest things that Ryan had ever accomplished. He had been tempted to call her, but that would have revealed that he had used his abilities as a staff member to gain access to plenty of her personal information. Address, phone number, who her legal guardiams were, and very carefully he had even been able to get a copy of her most recent physical, so even the medical information there was not beyond what he had stored in a file at home. His impatience grew, more and more until he was tapping his foot. This wait was difficult. More so than earning his doctorates at his age. More so than dealing with the predjudice of being a young(er) teacher. Ryan began to worry that she had changed her mind and that he would be left sitting here with his one chance unavailable. If nothing else, if he failed, the very distance he was moving would be able to let him put these tempations behind him.

And then he could see her car pulling in, and his he could feel his heartbeat pounded against his ears. The teacher ran his hand through his hair, making sure it was tidy still and out of his eyes. The sounds of traffic echoed dully as the grinding of wheels and purring of the engine rumbled, and his head felt like it would rupture from all the noises. And then Ryan remembered to take a breath. Letting it out slowly as the female student came towards him he smiled, refaining his composure and readying himself for the most difficult part of all this. "Not at all! I think the others are just a little late. Actually. Can you help me with something? I was going to ask someone else, but I don't see the point in waiting. I have something in the trunk I need help getting out." He explained, a jingle of keys and the trunk lid popped opened with a push of the fob and suckering click. "Can you help me? It's the thing wrapped under the blanket there." He had intentionally shoved the object all the way in the back, where she would have to lean in to help. And if she did so, with him moving to act as if he was grabbing it, Ryan would instead snatch at her waistband and push the furry student in, closing the trunk as quickly as possible. The inner locks had been broken and disabled so she couldn't open it from inside or mess with the brake lights if she thought to do so. But even better, the heavy thing he had wanted her to grab was a pile of chains and shackles, as well as a ball gag sitting right on top. Something she would find if she looked in the dim yellow that soon faded.

 

[N7Biotic]

Skylar saw nothing suspicious about Mr. Martin claiming that the other students were late instead of her just being early. Weather it be that she was naive or put a lot of blind trust into someone she didn't really know too well beyond school and a few interests they shared. Either way, Skylar just smiled and said with a sweet voice, "I'm sure they'll show off soon." She reassured him with a dismissive wave of her hand before listening to Mr. Martin's request. Perhaps Skylar should of thought against helping Mr. Martin reach for something in the trunk of his car seeing as it could lead to a mess of trouble, but she didn't think Mr. Martin would do anything to intentionally hurt her. After all, he was a kind man. Skylar did admit that she was smaller then him so it would be easier for her to reach in that really deep in spots that he might not be able to reach for so easily. So, she simply replied, "Sure thing!" before walking to the trunk that would soon trap her.

She looked into the trunk to see what Mr. Martin was talking about, her tail waving curiously in the air behind her. Her sharp eyes quickly spotted the blanket Mr. Martin was talking about and reached in with her hand to try to grab it. When she couldn't reach it normally, Skylar leaned in a bit more to try to reach it. Her upper body leaned into the trunk while her lower body hung out on the outside. Her rear in plain sight with her tail moving a bit faster as she tried to stretch to get the blanket. "Man, it's really deep in there." She commented with a groan of effort. Skylar didn't think about the blanket too much either. She never would of thought that Mr. Martin would intentionally push it that deep into the trunk. It could of been thrown back there during the drive. There was nothing else she could see in it, so it would of been easy for the things that did hide in it to slide around a bit. Finally, in one final attempt, Skylar nearly allowed her whole torso to get inside the trunk. Her feet slightly lifted off the ground as she reached for the blanket, finally grasping it in her hand. "I got it!" She called to him before finding something underneath it. Skylar show what looked like a piece of a chain, but before she could ask about it or do anything else, it was too late.

 

[Crashingthrough]

"I hope so." Ryan answered. "If it was just the two of us, it might seem like more than just a simple farewell party." Was this really going to be easier than he had thought? He had brought something along a to knock her out with if he needed, but after his little ruse, the girl was getting most of the way into the trunk on her own. Shame, he almost wanted to see what the drug would do to her. However he would prefer not too since the teacher was wholly unaware of what it could do to the furry female, or how large of a dose he would need to subdue her. The last thing he wanted was to ruin what he was risking so much to obtain. If he lost her now, after all this, the Ryan would probably lose his mind. At least, that's how he felt with the sweat beading on his neck and heartbeat jackhammering against his chest.

"Give me a moment, my stomach hurts." He complained falsely, stepping back so that he was not leaning into the trunk with her. He looked down as she reached, watching her curious tail sway back and forth hypnotically. "If you can grab it I'll pull you." The teacher suggested, explaining the fingers that crept up the back of her thigh. As she leaned in the last bit to grab it, her ass hanging in the air in front of him, that's when the newly ordained kidnapper struck. His palm slapped her right ass cheek gripping it to test its firmness, and then pushed. He then reached to lift her feet together and dump them in as well, and shut the trunk again. Within three seconds his studen was no longer visible to anyone should they come.

Without a word Ryan went to take care of her vehicle. His back door opened, and a pair of fake license plates were removed, and a cordless drill. He ignored whatever sounds she made as he calmly and quickly fought shaking hands of excitement to change the plates. This would make it all the more difficult to identify her car, but only for a short time he knew. She would be reported missing in a few hours, and that was going to be that. With a blank stare he remembered something that he really needed to take care of. Doors slammed shut and heavy footsteps told of his location, as he once again opened the trunk. This time with a pale silver revolver in hand pointing at the student. "Your phone. Where is it?" He asked, almost monotone. He needed to remove her lifelines, and then slam the trunk hood back down.

 

[N7Biotic]

Skylar felt herself blush a bit at the idea of people thinking that they were up to something more then just a farewell party. She really did hope the others arrived or else, the rumors may only get worse. If any of the other students saw her out with Mr. Martin by herself, then it might only enforce the rumor that she did more then just talk to her teachers. The last thing she needed was the teasing to get worse or even worse, the school getting involved. If the rumors went on to say that she went out on a date with Mr. Martin or was up to something scandalous with him, the school system may ruin Mr. Martin's chances of another teaching job. After all, they won't suppose to be out here together in the first place and with the rumors going around, it would make Mr. Martin appear to be a predator who eagerly took a student's offer to make her grade higher for favors. The last thing she wanted was Mr. Martin's reputation ruined because of a misunderstanding and have him labelled for something he wasn't. Luckily, there were others coming so if they were spotted, the rumors wouldn't be so bad and the most Mr. Martin would get is a stern talking to from the principal. At least, that was what she had hoped for.

"No problem sir!" She called back as she dug into Mr. Martin's car trunk when he told her his stomach was hurting. "I think I have some tums or something in my car if you need them." She contiuned to say as she pushed herself deeper into the trunk. Her ears perked and her eyes widened for a moment when she felt his fingers creeping up the back of her thighs. Her tail stiffened a bit too as her cheeks blushed feeling his hand on her. A part of her felt like something was wrong when he touched the back of her thigh, but Skylar just chalked it up to be the fact she wasn't use to someone touching her. Besides, he was going to pull her out when she had what he needed anyway so there was no reason for her to assume that something else was at play from his touch. "Sounds good, I think I got it." She called back, trying to ignore the strange feeling between her thighs when she felt his fingers touching her. Suddenly, she gasped and let out a squeak feeling Mr. Martin's hand slap her ass and grab it. Her cheeks blushed brightly, but before she could question him, she screamed feeling her body fall into the trunk easily before the trunk slammed down on her.

"What the hell!?" She called out in alarm and started beating on the door of the trunk. Skylar called Mr. Martin's name, before calling out for help. Her body wasn't able to move much in the trunk, but before the light faded on the inside of it, her eyes widened as she spotted a set of chains and a ball gag hidden underneath the blanket she had tried to grab. Her screams only got louder and more frantic in response, now calling out for anyone that could of possibly heard her. Her hands tried looking for the inner locks to open the trunk herself, but they were busted and she was trapped inside the trunk, realizing this had all been a ruse for her own teacher to kidnap her. Skylar started to reach for her front pocket to grab her phone to call for help when the trunk opened up again. She gasped at the sudden light and moved to make an escape when she saw the barrel of a gun pointed at her face. Skylar whimpered, looking up at the man with fearful eyes and flatten, frightened ears, unable to tear her eyes away from the gun pointed directly at her. "P-please don't kill me..." She whimpered as tears started to form from her eyes. She pulled her phone free and replied with a shaking voice, "Here, take it, just please don't shoot me." She begged with her phone in hand for him to take, knowing it was her last line for help, but not wanting to die either.

 

[Crashingthrough]

It had been so easy! Ryan found that the girl had been too trusting, but that had worked in his favor. Heat rushed to his face as he shoved her in and heard her screams, muffled through the trunk. He doubted that anyone would hear even if they were in the parking garage with them until they were within a few hundred feet. And by the time anyone would even begin to suspect that, he would be gone. Ryan had worked on her car license plates, listening to her shouts with glee. The sounds were annoying, but they served a purpose that held his heart and brought a smile to his face. He had done it. Everything after the capture was smooth sailing. He had plans, had his alibi. Doubted anyone would even suspect him. Though the rumors that had cropped up about the girl could pose a problem, but all he had to do was deny them. He had been careful and now he got to reap his waiting harvest. Well, this first one. When he got her out of here he would have to plant his seeds, slowly grow a new fine young creature that was his and his alone.

The gun was weighty in his hand, the leather bound grip scratching at his sweaty hands. Ryan had never done something like this before, had never even fired a gun beyond what was needed to obtain his permit to carry. It was heavy and his fingers twitched nervously as he took the phone from her., dropped it on the ground, and then proceeded to smash his heel into repeatedly until his thighs quivered like jelly. Looking back he saw her frightful look, deciding that even that was absolutely adorable. Kneeling to her level he kept the gun barrel pointed at her gut, while with his free arm the teach ran a few fingernails along her skull, around her ears and then along to come back up her throat to make her look away from the gun and at his eyes. The cold look he gave melted into one of want. "Don't worry Skylar. I don't want to shoot you. You just have to be a good girl and do what I say okay? Now lay back and put the gag in your mouth yourself. I want it there when we stop or I'm going to have to do something I really don't want to do." He spoke out softly, waiting for her do something, before gripping her muzzle tightly. Ryan leaned forwards and holding her still placed a very slow kiss onto her bright pink nose, and then one on her lips.

"Say goodbye to everyone who isn't me." He says, before pushing her back in and slamming the door shut. The teacher and now kidnapper got into his car and started it, sitting there in silence as he took a dozen heavy breaths and calmed himself. And the he drove. Carefully, trying to not bring notice to himself by speeding, the teacher drove. It would be almost an hour, though time may have dragged on longer in the car before he came to a stop by reversing into the garage of his home. With a button he let the trunk pop open, and stood just out of the driver door to see what Skylar would do.

 

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It wasn't difficult for the young girl to see that her teacher's hand was shaking while he was holding the gun to her. In a way, that fact only scared her more then if he had a solid grip on it. One wrong move could trigger him to pull the trigger on her. Skylar winced once he took his phone from her and proceeded to smash it with his foot until there was no possible way it could be usable again, completely cutting her off from any outside help directly. If things got really bad, Skylar would be completely isolated and would have to face whatever he had planned for her alone. Watching Mr. Martin kneel to her level with the gun now pointed at her stomach, the fur on her tail began to rise more then it already started to, as if making herself look bigger would save her at this point. The fact the gun was now pointed at her stomach didn't give her much comfort. If he shot at her head, it would be almost impossible for her to live after the impact, but if he shot her stomach, her chances were higher of surviving and would be in agony for god knows how long before he tended to her. Either way was awful, but the gun pointed at her stomach made her squirm. Her eyes couldn't leave the gun even when his fingers were touching her. Her ears twitched in response to his fingernails circling them, but other then that, she didn't give much of a reaction to his uncomfortable touch. That was, until his hand came to her throat and forced her to look away from the gun to instead look at him. Skylar didn't know which one scared her most, the gun itself or the man holding it.

Despite his cold eyes becoming something more welcoming, Skylar felt herself tense at the sight of them. His words brought very little comfort to her. The only thing that brought her some relief was the fact he told her that he didn't want to shoot her, but it didn't mean he wouldn't either and she wasn't going to risk it. She tried to open her mouth to speak in a gentle protest, but her words were cut off suddenly when he grabbed her muzzle to kiss her cute little nose. The thing that stunned her into completely silence however was when he placed his lips onto her own. Her eyes widened in shock and her cheeks grew red. There wasn't any malice in his kiss or lust, but simply slowly and oddly...caring. In one quick movement, Mr. Martin had stolen her first kiss from her as she felt her eyes start to well up with tears. When his lips finally let go of her own, his words struck fear into her more then anything else he had said and done to her. In that moment, Skylar finally realized what he intended to do to her. Mr. Martin wanted to steal her away for his own pleasure, both figuratively and literately. Tears began to run down her cheeks again as darkness enveloped her with the trunk now slammed shut down on her again.

Mr. Martin was one of the only people she thought she could trust and in one swift move, he had proven to be the wrong man to trust. She should have known better, but she was naive and far too trusting and now, she was going to pay for it. She could feel the car moving underneath her and silently prayed that someone pulled him over where she had a chance to let someone know she was there, but with the emergency latch broken and any way for her to make his lights light up were taken from her, the chances of that happening were slim. His words before about the gag returned to her now that she was alone in the dark. Her powerful eyes allowed her to see in the dark rather well and it wasn't hard for her to find the gag hidden away with the chains. She didn't want to place it into her mouth, but it might be best to be obedient for now. Maybe if she started off well, then he might let his guard down long enough for her to make her escape, but that was only a hope and it was better then nothing. The ride itself felt like hours had passed once she slipped the gag in her mouth and tied it behind her head to keep it in place. If it wasn't for the circumstances, Skylar may have even fallen asleep on the ride, but unfortunately, her fear kept her awake. Her ears perked up feeling the car slowly come to a complete stop as the vibrations of the engine ceased. She was completely silent as she tried to listen careful to what might be going on outside. The sudden light that hit her though as the trunk opened made her squeak and wince as it hurt her eyes, but it didn't last long and soon she found herself squirming and looking up at Mr. Martin with pleading eyes. A muffled voice barely came through the gag in her mouth as though she was begging to him, but was too fearful to make him angry to actually remove it despite having the full ability to.