Samba in Fury in the Favelas

Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. 8 pm

Rita Collor looked up from behind the mountains of paper work on her desk when she heard a knock on the door of her lawyer’s office. At the doorway..a handsome man with jet black hair and dressed in a dapper blue business suit and black leather shoes was standing there. “All right Rita…That’s enough work for one day…” said businessman Juan Gomes. “I am sorry Juan…but I am afraid that I will once again have to decline your dinner invitation…” replied Rita. Juan sighed as he looked at her baggy conservative white blouse..raven tresses tied in a thick bun and the large glasses on her face.

“But you work too hard..as a lawyer..and as a senator in the Brazilian Legislature..surely you can afford to take a little time for yourself…a little time for us..so we can spend some time together..outside of our regular duties…” offered Juan with a gleaming white smile which complimented his brown eyes and made the 30-year old attorney/senator feel weak in the knees and warm in the chest. However she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind. “I am truly sorry Juan…as pleasant as your offer sounds…I cannot make it for dinner tonight..something very important has come up…” Rita said firmly but politely. She saw a brief flash of disappointment across the businessman’s face before he spoke. “As the lady wishes…but if you know my business reputation..Juan Gomes always gets his way…I shall call again..maybe then..the timing will be more appropriate”said Juan with a bow as he turned and walked out of Rita’s office. From her window..Rita watched as Juan climbed into the back of a black Rolls Royce limo and was driven away.

With the businessman gone…Rita Collor closed the door and windows of her office.
“I hate to disappoint Juan like that…but my responsibilities come first.. and those include investigating reports of street children who have gone missing in the city..the police would not consider them a priority…as a lawyer and a senator..there is little more I could do other than help to pass laws..but by then..it could be too later for those children..this demands that I act..” said the young lawyer as she unbuttoned the top of her blouse to

reveal a gold Amerindian amulet which hung around her neck. She focused her thoughts on the amulet. An aura surrounded her petite body causing her to grow in size, strength and sensuality. Rita’s short black hair lengthened until it cascaded on to her naked copper-skinned shoulders and down to the middle of her back. Her blouse was gradually replaced by a bra made of pure gold which covered a pair of large firm breasts, a golden belt about her wide waist, golden bracelets on her wrists, golden hoop earrings, golden bangles on her ankles and a pair of emerald green panties between a pair of powerful thighs.

Her blue eyes..with green mascara on her eyelids sparkled with determination. The dimunitive legislator Rita Collor was now the mighty warrior princess known to the indigenous peoples of Brazil as Samba. "Ahhh..it feels good to be out of the confining attire of Rita Collor and into the more comfortable.. crime fighting garb of Samba.. Now having shed my clothes…I must continue my investigations.. to find the criminals responsible for the missing street children.. and ensure that they are brought to justice!!” declared the Brazilian Superwoman as she stood in heroic pose. Her hands on her small curvy waist..her long muscular legs spread slightly apart and her massive bust pushed forward.

Having made her change and resolution.. Samba strolled towards a nearby wall. Touching a statue on a nearby bookshelf..she opened a secret passageway that led to the rooftop of the building where Rita Collor’s office was located. Flexing her mighty thighs once she reached the roof…Samba soared away into the sky and over the skyline of Rio de Janiero.

The fading sunlight caused her gold bra, belt and bangles to glisten and the cool twilight winds blew past her muscular form and through her long black tresses. One hour later…the beauteous Heroine of Brazil was flying over the favelas of Pepino in the south-western part of the city. The area one of the poorest in the city…was filled by small wooden shacks and decaying concrete buildings.. and long known for being a hotspot for criminal activity. Samba spotted her destination as she descended over the galvanized rooftops of the favelas. “My sources have informed me that there is regular activity taking place in that old factory..almost every night..and children have been seen going in and out of it…This is as good a place as any to begin!” resolved Rita. As she landed in front of the factory on the balls of her sexy bare feet.. her arrival startled a group of six thugs who were standing guard outside.

“Where are the street children that you criminal fiends have abducted?!” demanded Samba as she assumed her trademark pose. Hands on her curvy hips..long muscular legs slightly apart and her ample chest pushed forward in confidence. “Who you are senora?!..You not suppose to know that!...I not understand what you say..” remarked one thug who was as baffled by the heroine’s words as he was mesmerized by her shapely and muscular body which was well highlighted by her skimpy attire. “Don’t debate with the bitch!..The boss man will kill us if the police find out about the operation..Kill her!!” growled another thug. “You gentlemen are certainly welcome to try..” quipped Samba as she clapped her hands together…and immediately broke into a strange dance rhythm in front of the criminals as they charged towards her.

The first thug to attack was sent flying backwards through the air as the ball of the Brazilian Bombshell’s left foot hit him squarely in the gut. Dancing towards her foes to a capoeira beat in her head…Samba sent another two knife-wielding thugs sprawling along the ground with a wide of her right leg. Dodging the wild swings of another thug with a wooden club…the Superwoman of Brazil blocked one strike with her left bracelet and countered with a right fist to the jaw..which sent this thug to the ground as well. Grabbing the shirt collar of a lunging thug…Samba used his momentum to hurl him against a nearby wall. He groaned in pain as he slumped to the ground and passed out. The leader of the thugs..seeing the fighting prowess of the heroine..retreated into the factory. “Surrender now criminal..Tell me where the missing street children are!” declared the curvaceous capoeiran as she pursued him inside. Clouds of steam filled the interior of the factory making visibility extremely difficult for Samba.

Little did she suspect that her foe was not trying to escape…and that the tide of the battle had now turned clearly against her. From out of nowhere..a thick bar of soap was sent sliding along the stone floor of the old factory..directly into the path of the oncoming heroine. The ball of her bare, erotic right foot made contact with the top of the soap..with the expected result. “Ohhhh!!!...I am falling…someone has slid a bar of soap into my path!!..but I shall not be defeated!!” cried Samba..her muscular arms and legs flailing in the air as she tried to find something solid to stop her fall. The Superwoman of Brazil could not..and she landed squarely into an old ceramic bathtub. “Ahhhh!!!” said Rita as she landed into the water inside the tub which was clearly too large to fit the seven foot frame of her sexy, super-powered alter-ego. Her muscular arms and legs dangling helplessly over the sides. However it was then that the resourcefulness of her criminal adversaries became apparent in a manner which she did not expect.

“Oooohhhhhh!!!!...What manner of treachery….My super strength…power of flight..…capoeira fighting skills….Uuunnnn!!!!...I have fallen into…Aahhhh…not water..as I believed…but…Ooohhhh…some kind of chemical mixture…extract..from the coca plant..and acid…penetrating..my breast plate…my nipples…they are source of my powers…they are being..drugged…” complained Samba..who for all her powers..could not bring herself to lift herself out of the chemical filled bathtub that she had fallen into.

The thug leader who she had been pursuing..a seasoned felon named Diaz..came and stood over the helpless Superwoman of Brazil. “I see that you have taken a liking to our special product..Eh senora Samba?!” gloated Diaz. “Ahhh…Ahhnnhhhh…your nefarious drug criminal…so effective against me…my super nipples…they are becoming.. so..hh

hhh…hhhaaa..hhaaaa..rrrdddd…soaking through my underwear…my vagin…ahhhh..feels like..it is..on fire…cannot escape..this trap..” moaned Samba. Her head resting against the top of the bathub. Her blue eyes fluttering as she tried desperately to stay awake. “That’s right Samba!..You’ve been interferring in our business once too many..”snarled Diaz as she walked up to the top of the bathtub where the heroine’s head was resting.

“Never felt..so weak..so tired..in all my career…thoughts of..men…thoughts of Juan Gomes…in my head…want him..to touch..my breasts..make them his…I..I cannot believe..I..am..telling..you..a criminal..all of this…but..for some reason..I cannot explain…drug..is also acting..as some kind of..sexual…truth serum…I must tell..the truth…” cooed the sleepy capoeira crimefighter. Her arms limp outside of the bathtub..while her sexy toes twitched in response to the erotic stimuli created by the chemical solution. “Thoughts of Juan..in my head.. cannot think about disappearance of..street children… thoughs of..sex..sleep..too powerful…will be unconscious..for hours..Uuunnhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..” moaned Samba as her eyes closed and her head rolled against her right shoulder as she blacked out. “Sleep deep senora..No one will save you now!” gloated Diaz as he pulled out his cell phone to make a call.

“Uuunnnhhhhh…” sighed the Superwoman of Brazil as she regained consciousness nearly two hours later. As her senses returned…the heroine became aware of a few things. She was lying spread eagled on her back atop a flat metal surface…her gold breast plate had been removed while she was out…exposing the large copper mounds of her broad chest..she was chained by her ankles and wrists to the metal surface..and most disturbingly of all..a familiar face was standing over her. “Juan?!..Juan Gomes?!” gasped Samba in shock as she stared into the face of a man she thought was romantically interested in her in her alter ego of Rita Collor.



“Yes…I am honoured that you know who I am Samba…I have been wanting to meet you..ever since you apprehended some of my associates..and shut down our drug operations…I thought you were unstoppable..but thanks to the cunning of my associate Diaz…I know how easy it is to capture you…” gloated the criminal businessman. “You monster!!...Where are the street children that you kidnapped?! snarled the curvaceous capoeiran..flexing her arms and legs as she tried to break her bonds. Two thugs stepped forward on either side of the captive heroine..each armed with spray bottles..which they fired at the exposed twin peaks of her chest.

“Uunnuuhhhhhh!!!!!...Not my breasts!!!...Nipples…getting…sleepy..sleepy..” cooed Rita as her thick dark brown nipples and areolas were bathed once more in the coca/acid solution. Her shapely body went limp atop the table…her blue eyes barely open as the chemical solution quickly quelled her brief resistance…leaving her barely conscious on the table.



“The children..as you put it..are my employees now..no one would ever thought of looking for them…so my men..recruited them to work in my drug factory....processing coca plants harvested in the jungle..refining it into cocaine…it was a brilliant plot..until you..and that meddlesome Rita Collor started probing into my affairs…I attempted to use my charms to seduce her..but it has not borne fruit..but at least I captured you Samba..and seeing that you are vulnerable to my drugs..I shall use them to dupe you extraordinary nipples into a stupor..that will place you totally under my control…and you shall serve me..as the street children who you failed to save!” gloated Juan. “I will never serve evil!!” quipped Samba as she focused her mind. Seconds later…Juan and his thugs were surprised as a torrential downpour rained down inside the factory. Washing the drugged solution off of the heroine’s mighty breasts..her nipples softened and her powers were restored.

Effortlessly snapping the chains…Samba leapt off the table…her gold breast plate flying towards her…snugly covering her large breasts once again. Clapping her hands again…the Brazilian superwoman..launched into another capoeira dance mode…sending Juan’s men flying to all parts of the factory with a flurry of kicks, throws and punches. “No..this cannot be possible!!” yelled Juan in disbelief as he reached for his gun under his jacket. “Anything is possible!” replied Samba as she leapt towards him. The ball of her bare, erotic right foot nailed him squarely in the jaw..sending Juan Gomes crashing to the ground unconscious.

The following day..the daily newspapers all reported the arrest of Juan Gomes and his associates by the police..and the release of the street children he had abducted to work in his illegal drug operations. Rita Collor read the story as she had breakfast in her apartment. As she did..Rita could not help but reach under her loose silk robe and lightly caress her petite breasts. “Juan and his associates nearly came up with a drug that I would have been impossible to resist as Samba..I must never forget my powers are useless against the cunning of men…I cannot allow myself to fall in love..not until the power of Samba is no longer needed..” she said.

End.

Hi BC, Is this all there is to this story?


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