Cristina: Seduced and Captured
by Dark Magician
edited by michael-leonard

It was the final night of my holiday in Sao Paolo. Tomorrow I would board the plane back 
to Denmark and I was on my way to say goodbye to Cristina.

We had met six days ago in a nightclub. While she wasn't my type, I somehow felt 
attracted to her. She was short, very tanned, with long dark hair and a nice but a bit chubby 
body.

She had approached me in the nightclub and began to dance with me. I initially wanted to 
get rid of her. But her persistence began to fascinate me.

As we began to dance, she began to move closer to me until our chests were pressed 
against each other and I felt her soft breasts rubbing against me. She seductively began 
whisper in my ear; she said she always had wanted to taste a white guy.

She then began to teasingly kiss me on my neck. To my surprise she was turning me on.

I prayed that she didn't feel my growing erection through my pants while we intimately 
danced together. However part of me didn't care; I began to answer her kisses.

Within an hour we were at her place in bed, screwing each other like there was no 
tomorrow. If I learned anything from her that night, it was that she obviously wasn't shy, 
and that she had an enormous sexual appetite.

While I originally intended to keep it a one night stand, I couldn't resist her charm and 
sensuality. I basically spent every night with her from then on. However, as my holiday 
grew to a close, I wanted to tell her that we would have to break up soon. However she 
basically never gave me the chance for it, since we mostly ended up straight in bed every 
time we met.

However this morning I considered it time, while she was busy climbing on top of me for a 
little morning sex, I stopped her.

I slowly tried to tell her that I was about to leave the next days. She responded furiously. In 
strong contrast to her usual easy-going attitude she shouted a stream of Portuguese 
sentences. I couldn't understand a word of it, but obviously she was pissed off.

I tried to calm her down, but she kept shouting, and I began to fear people might call the 
cops on me. I decided I better leave, and come back when she had cooled down.

When I was at the hotel and checking my flight schedule I noticed I had left my wallet at 
her place.

When I was thinking about what to do, she suddenly called me on my cell phone.
Cautiously I answered.

But to my surprise she was very calm, she apologized for her outburst earlier and wished 
me a safe trip home.

I was happy that she had got over it and I asked if my wallet was still at her place. She 
confirmed, and I offered to come by, so I could get the wallet, and we could part as friends.

So here I was on my way to say goodbye to my vacation girlfriend.

I walked around the corner towards the house. Her parents both worked as architects, so the 
house they had bought for her was pretty large.

I noticed her in the garden, sunbathing at the swimming pool. She spotted me and walked 
toward me.

"My Whitey," she said cheerfully with a big smile on her face. 

"Hey Cristina," I said, relieved by seeing her happy again.

She hugged me, with childish enthusiasm. "I am so glad you came," she said while looking 
at me smiling.

She handed me my wallet. "Shall we sit at the pool and chat a little before you leave?"

"Of course," I said.

"Take a seat, honey; I will get us something to drink."

I took off my t-shirt, kicked off my sandals, and made myself comfortable in one of the 
reclining chairs at the pool.

Within a minute Cristina came back with two glasses of juice. We made ourselves 
comfortable and chatted a little while enjoying the drinks and the sun.

After like half an hour I was about to leave, I wanted to stand up from the chair, but to my 
surprise I could barely keep my balance while I stood up. My arms and legs felt like they 
were heavy as stone.

"Honey, are you okay?" Cristina asked with a worried voice.

"I can't move," I uttered. It felt like my muscles were going numb preventing me from 
moving and even making it hard to talk loud. I was fighting to not fall over; Cristina 
stepped forward and supported me.

"Poor baby, perhaps you should lie down inside?" she proposed. Without waiting for an 
answer she moved me to the house.

She moved me through the hallway to the stairs of the basement. She positioned herself 
behind me and supported me down the stairs to the basement.

"Why? Why are we going to the basement?"

"Don't worry honey; everything is going to be all right," she said with a cheerful voice.

Suddenly I realized it; it was the drinks. "You have drugged me, didn't you?" I tried to 
shake of her grip, but I was too weak. Despite her petite stature she could move me easily.

"It is for your own good, my love," she replied.

I noticed a huge bed in the middle of the room. She gently laid me on the bed.

"You were about to make the biggest mistake in your life, I had to protect you."

"What are you talking about?"

While talking she began to unbuckle my belt and undress me from my pants. "We are 
meant for each other, my whitey. I want you to stay with me," she said sounding certain of 
herself. "Voluntarily as my lover and boyfriend beside me, or involuntarily as my lover and 
prisoner underneath me. Either way you will be mine cutie," she purred.

"You are crazy ... let go of me," I said panicked.

She gently pushed her finger on my lips. "Shhhh my love, everything is okay. I will take 
very good care of you."

Quickly she stripped me from my underwear, leaving me completely naked on the bed.

She looked down at me obviously aroused at the sight of seeing me naked and helpless.

"Oh cutie, you are so hot; just seeing you like this already makes me wet. However, the 
paralysis is only temporarily, so I have to make some precautions to make sure you don't 
leave me."

She walked to a closet and came up with some leather straps. "I couldn't find anything so 
fast, and so this will do until I find something better."

I slowly felt the feeling in my limbs coming back, and weakly tried to sit up. She pushed 
me on my back and straddled my naked body.

"I am sorry honey, but until I have convinced you to stay with me, I have to keep you as 
my prisoner." I was still numb from the medicine, and despite her petite posture she easily 
held me down.

She tied my ankles and then my wrists with the straps to the bedposts, which kept me in a 
spread-eagled position on the bed.

The effects of the drug began to fade, and I could move again. The straps didn't give an 
inch.

"Please, Cristina ... let me go," I begged her while growing more concerned.

"Oh baby, you know I can't do that." She smiled, her hands gently massaging my chest and 
stomach.

"But don't worry, I will make sure all your needs get satisfied," she grinned salaciously. 
She leaned forward and passionately kissed me on my lips. She began to get aroused and 
invaded my mouth deeply with her tongue.

Unwillingly, I became turned on and my dick began to stiffen. She noticed it; she teasingly 
began to rub her thigh over my erection, making it harder.

Then, with a few quick motions she began to undress. Within seconds she was lying naked 
on top of me, passionately licking the side of my face. My concerns over my captivity 
began to get replaced by excitement.

While kissing and licking every inch my face, she grabbed my stiff dick in her hand, and 
slowly began to stroke it.

She kept little pauses in it, to prevent me from coming. After a minute of her teasingly 
arousing me like this, I begged her to please fuck me.

She smilingly looked down at me. She then scooted back until her womanhood was above 
my erect dick, reaching to the sky like a flower begging for sunlight.

She engulfed my stiff dick with her pussy. She then began to ride me with an energy I had 
never experienced in her before.

Perhaps it was because of my captivity, or something else. But I had never experienced her 
this lickerish before.

Within minutes, we both screamingly reached our orgasms.

Exhausted she fell forward, her breasts pressed against my chest, her face inches away 
from mine.

"That was lovely honey," she wheezed in my ear. "The sex obviously gets a lot better with 
me in charge," she grinned like a schoolgirl.

I didn't want to admit, but this was obviously the best orgasm I had in my life. Smilingly 
she noticed it. 

"Don't worry, my whitey. We will get plenty of other times to repeat this." She threw a 
flashing smile at me.

"I am going to hit the shower; I will be with you in a second with food. I want my prisoner 
to stay in excellent shape." She laughed teasingly while walking away.

While she was away, I began to think about my situation and my options of escaping. 
However to my shock, I noticed my thoughts dwelled each time to her, and the sex we had. 
Just the memory of her smile while she was riding me, already made me turned on, and my 
penis began to stiffen by the thought of her body pressed against mine.

While I thought about possible ways of escaping, I shockingly noticed that I wasn't even 
sure if I wanted to escape her. Apparently I enjoyed being dominated by her. She had 
captured and enslaved me both physically as mentally.

Deep down I knew that she now owned me.

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