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Author:	BC [ Mon Mar 30, 2015 2:33 pm ]
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Note: This is a repost of an old story Samba in Captive of La Calvera The streets of Rio de Janeiro came alive with colour and gaiety as Brazil celebrated its annual Carnival. The streets of the Brazilian capital were filled with thousands of costumed masqueraders and non-costumed revellers who joined in the celebrations with equal fervor. However the mood was far from celebratory at the Barrancos Penetentiary in the heart of the city.His hands and feet shackled in irons, Antonio Palmeiras was escorted by a contingent of heavily-armed prison guards towards a waiting armoured car. A reputed drug dealer and racketeer, Palmeiras had turned State's witness and had agreed to rat on his former colleagues in exchange for immunity from prosecution. The sounds of the chains echoed through the night air as Palmeiras walked through the prison gates and towards the armoured car, flanked by prison guards. The still of the night was shattered by a whizzing noise and Palmeiras fell to the ground clutching the left side of his neck as blood flowing freely from a gaping wound there. One guard rushed to his aid while the other three aimed their pistols skyward in search of the assassin. As the prison's alarms wailed, Antonio Palmeiras breathed his final breath and lay still. A silver stilleto with a skull's head hilt, protruding from his neck. The following morning, Rio de Janeiro reverted to normal as the city rested in preparation for another night of wild celebration. The mood was hardly celebratory at the office of attorney and Independent Senator Rita Collor. From behind her glasses, Rita stared intently at the morning paper which highlighted the assassination of Antonio Palmeiras. "This will complicate matters" she thought as she stood up and walked to the window. Palmeiras was once a key member of the Ricardo Rocha crime family which had taken over the city's southern barrios with its illegal drug operations. Rita played an instrumental role in his arrest and Palmeiras had promised to reveal the intricacies of his former boss' operations. "The police can do little to find Palmeiras' killer..I shall have to find the killer and bring Rocha to justice..another way.." the 27-year-old legislator resolved. As night fell on Rio de Janeiro, the Carnival revellers began to stir from their day long slumber in preparation for the night's activities. Rita Collor also prepared for the nighttime but in a different way. Unbuttoning her shirt, Rita revealed the gold Amerindian amulet which hung around her neck. She focussed her thoughts on the amulet.An aura surrounded her petite body causing her to grow in size, strength and sensuality. Her short black hair lengthened until it cascaded on to her naked copper-skinned shoulders and down to the middle of her back. Her shirt and skirt were 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 brown eyes sparkled with determination. The dimunitive legislator Rita Collor was now the mighty warrior princess known to the indigenous peoples of Brazil as Samba. "Ricardo Rocha shall answer for his crimes tonight!" the beauteous Brazilian vowed as she stepped out on to the balcony leapt skyward and soared away over the city. 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. Meanwhile at his posh mansion in the western suburbs of Rio de Janeiro, Ricardo Rocha had a wild Carnival party in full swing. Under the watchful eyes of his bodyguards, dozens of costumed revellers ate, drank and danced to the sounds of infectious Brazilian music. Rocha himself was gleefully smoking a cigar in the company of two female companions when his secretary, Ana Santiago approached. "Telephone call sir.." she stated, holding a cell phone in her extended right hand. Rocha extinguished his cigar, smoothed back his receding hair line and took the phone from her. "Yes?" he asked gruffly. "I still await payment senor!...I have done what you have asked.." a macabre voice stated angrily. "You shall receive your payment.." Rocha declared as he got to his feet and dismissed his female companions with a dismissive wave of the hand. "When?!" the voice growled." Your payment shall be tripled..Once you eliminate one other who has caused me great harm and threatens my well being!.." Rocha declared and whispered the name into the telephone. There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. "It shall be done as you say.." the voice replied and the phone went dead. Flying high over the streets of Rio de Janeiro, Samba observed the Carnival festivities in full swing. Hundreds of costumed and non-costumed revellers engaging in wild abandon and total merriment. "If they only knew of the evil which hides within the Carnival" the warrior maiden thought as she flew towards the mansion of crime lord, Ricardo Rocha. Suddenly, the beauteous Brazilian felt vibrations from her special earrings which warned her of imminent danger. " Diablo!" Samba gasped as she twisted her tall, muscular frame to avoid a pair of gleaming knives that were hurled at her from a nearby rooftop. Her brown eyes spotted a silhouette racing across the rooftops. The figure wore a wide brimmed hat and flowing cape. "Hold! None shall escape the justice of Samba!" the Brazilian superheroine declared as she swooped in low towards the retreating figure. The man grunted as the balls of Samba's feet struck him in the back and the blow sent him rolling along the rooftop. "You shall answer for your crimes!" Samba quipped as she moved towards his fallen form. "Not before you female!" he countered and hurled a fistful of white powder at the curvaceous crimefighter. Samba shielded her eyes as the powder covered the copper skin of her ample chest and firm abdomen. The effect on the warrior princess was immediate as she staggered backwards on the balls of her feet. "Diablo..What manner of magic..My breasts..They feel strange..As if..Unnhhh..being touched..by men's hands...Hard to concentrate..I am becoming..sleepy.." Samba gasped as her hands pressed against her aching temples. Her caped adversary stepped towards her a delivered a cruel right fist to the centre of her emerald panties. "Aauhhhh!!" Samba groaned as her mighty legs gave way and she collapsed to the rooftop, writhing in agony. "My vagina..in great pain..I cannot move..." she gasped. Samba's brown eyes fluttered as she tried to fight the fatigue building in her muscular body and the burning pain in her genitals. The heroine looked up to see the face of her enemy concealed behind a skull mask. "Who are you?!..Why..have you done this..My breasts..They..defy me..pollute my mind with unclean thoughts..Force me to become tired..Pain in my vagina..I cannot move.." Samba stammered as her great breasts heaved mightily to get air into her lungs. On the streets below, the passing Carnival parade drowned out all sound from the rooftop battlefield. The warrior princess lay helpless on her back. Her arms limp at her sides while her powerful legs stretched out helplessly beneath her broad waist. "You are the captive of La Calvera...You shall know no more..." the caped figure declared as he loosened the strings of another leather pouch he held in his hands. "No...You must not..I must not be stilled.." Samba pleaded as flakes of white powder descended upon her sleepy face. "Silence Samba..Even you are no match for the Dust of the Damned..." La Calvera sneered as he poured the powder over the heroine's face, chest and abdomen. "Ohhhh..You are right La Calvera..The powder...My breats..so possessed..My nipples hardening beneath my bra..My muscles..so tired...So peaceful..I..I.have..no..hope...I.. am.. defeated... Uuhhhhhhhhhhh.." Samba sighed as her head rolled against her right shoulder and the even rise and fall of her large breasts, indicated that she had been knocked unconscious. Grabbing hold of Samba's right arm, La Calvera slung the larger heroine over his shoulders and carried towards the nearby stairwell. "Ricardo Rocha will pay much for you female!" he thought. Hours later, Samba senses slowly returned as she heard the sounds of crickets and voices around her. "You have done well La Calvera..Killing off Antonio Palmeiras and now capturing the bothersome Samba" Ricardo Rocha gloated as he gazed upon the unconscious heroine lying on her back in an open casket. "She will not awaken?" Ana Santiago asked nervously. "I gave the woman a generous serving of my special powder..She will not awaken until she is buried," La Calvera replied as he glanced around the graveyard they were standing in. "Now for my payment?" he asked and Rocha smiled. "Of course.." the crime lord replied and nodded to two of his bodyguards who pulled out their silencer-tipped Uzis and shot La Calvera repeatedly in the upper torso. Rocha grinned as his body hit the ground beside the open grave dug for Samba. "Consider yourself paid in full Calvera..Now lets us take care of the woman!" Rocha ordered his men. "Not this day Ricardo Rocha!" Samba declared as she leapt out of the casket. Rocha's bodyguards opened fire but the warrior princess easily deflected the bullets with her golden bracelets as she advanced towards them. A devastating right roundhouse kick put the bodyguards out of commission. Ana Santiago turned and fled as Samba approached her boss. "Meddlesome woman!" Rocha snarled and reached for his pistol. Samba was faster and sent his senses into orbit with a left jab to the face. "You will face justice today Ricardo Rocha" the beauteous Brazilian vowed as she stood triumphantly over the fallen forms of Rocha and his men. Feeling a vibration in her earrings, Samba turned to discover that La Calvera's body had vanished. She had little time to contemplate how this happened as the police arrived on the scene. "Many thanks Samba..The information supplied to us by Senator Collor proved correct..We have all the evidence we need to put Rocha in jail for a long time" Police Chief Paolo Gomes stated. "No thanks are necessary Chief Gomes..That is my duty" Samba replied as she took to the skies once more. From the shadows of an alley, Ana Santiago watched the Brazilian superheroine fly away. "We shall meet again Samba..We shall meet again.." La Calvera swore as Ana's eyes glowed with an eerie yellow glare. end. SAMBA: CAPTIVE OF LA CALVERA The streets of Rio de Janeiro came alive with colour and gaiety as Brazil celebrated its annual Carnival. The streets of the Brazilian capital were filled with thousands of costumed masqueraders and non-costumed revellers who joined in the celebrations with equal fervor. However the mood was far from celebratory at the Barrancos Penetentiary in the heart of the city.His hands and feet shackled in irons, Antonio Palmeiras was escorted by a contingent of heavily-armed prison guards towards a waiting armoured car. A reputed drug dealer and racketeer, Palmeiras had turned State's witness and had agreed to rat on his former colleagues in exchange for immunity from prosecution. The sounds of the chains echoed through the night air as Palmeiras walked through the prison gates and towards the armoured car, flanked by prison guards. The still of the night was shattered by a whizzing noise and Palmeiras fell to the ground clutching the left side of his neck as blood flowing freely from a gaping wound there. One guard rushed to his aid while the other three aimed their pistols skyward in search of the assassin. As the prison's alarms wailed, Antonio Palmeiras breathed his final breath and lay still. A silver stilleto with a skull's head hilt, protruding from his neck. The following morning, Rio de Janeiro reverted to normal as the city rested in preparation for another night of wild celebration. The mood was hardly celebratory at the office of attorney and Independent Senator Rita Collor. From behind her glasses, Rita stared intently at the morning paper which highlighted the assassination of Antonio Palmeiras. "This will complicate matters" she thought as she stood up and walked to the window. Palmeiras was once a key member of the Ricardo Rocha crime family which had taken over the city's southern barrios with its illegal drug operations. Rita played an instrumental role in his arrest and Palmeiras had promised to reveal the intricacies of his former boss' operations. "The police can do little to find Palmeiras' killer..I shall have to find the killer and bring Rocha to justice..another way.." the 27-year-old legislator resolved. As night fell on Rio de Janeiro, the Carnival revellers began to stir from their day long slumber in preparation for the night's activities. Rita Collor also prepared for the nighttime but in a different way. Unbuttoning her shirt, Rita revealed the gold Amerindian amulet which hung around her neck. She focussed her thoughts on the amulet.An aura surrounded her petite body causing her to grow in size, strength and sensuality. Her short black hair lengthened until it cascaded on to her naked copper-skinned shoulders and down to the middle of her back. Her shirt and skirt were 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 brown eyes sparkled with determination. The dimunitive legislator Rita Collor was now the mighty warrior princess known to the indigenous peoples of Brazil as Samba. "Ricardo Rocha shall answer for his crimes tonight!" the beauteous Brazilian vowed as she stepped out on to the balcony leapt skyward and soared away over the city. 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. Meanwhile at his posh mansion in the western suburbs of Rio de Janeiro, Ricardo Rocha had a wild Carnival party in full swing. Under the watchful eyes of his bodyguards, dozens of costumed revellers ate, drank and danced to the sounds of infectious Brazilian music. Rocha himself was gleefully smoking a cigar in the company of two female companions when his secretary, Ana Santiago approached. "Telephone call sir.." she stated, holding a cell phone in her extended right hand. Rocha extinguished his cigar, smoothed back his receding hair line and took the phone from her. "Yes?" he asked gruffly. "I still await payment senor!...I have done what you have asked.." a macabre voice stated angrily. "You shall receive your payment.." Rocha declared as he got to his feet and dismissed his female companions with a dismissive wave of the hand. "When?!" the voice growled." Your payment shall be tripled..Once you eliminate one other who has caused me great harm and threatens my well being!.." Rocha declared and whispered the name into the telephone. There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. "It shall be done as you say.." the voice replied and the phone went dead. Flying high over the streets of Rio de Janeiro, Samba observed the Carnival festivities in full swing. Hundreds of costumed and non-costumed revellers engaging in wild abandon and total merriment. "If they only knew of the evil which hides within the Carnival" the warrior maiden thought as she flew towards the mansion of crime lord, Ricardo Rocha. Suddenly, the beauteous Brazilian felt vibrations from her special earrings which warned her of imminent danger. " Diablo!" Samba gasped as she twisted her tall, muscular frame to avoid a pair of gleaming knives that were hurled at her from a nearby rooftop. Her brown eyes spotted a silhouette racing across the rooftops. The figure wore a wide brimmed hat and flowing cape. "Hold! None shall escape the justice of Samba!" the Brazilian superheroine declared as she swooped in low towards the retreating figure. The man grunted as the balls of Samba's feet struck him in the back and the blow sent him rolling along the rooftop. "You shall answer for your crimes!" Samba quipped as she moved towards his fallen form. "Not before you female!" he countered and hurled a fistful of white powder at the curvaceous crimefighter. Samba shielded her eyes as the powder covered the copper skin of her ample chest and firm abdomen. The effect on the warrior princess was immediate as she staggered backwards on the balls of her feet. "Diablo..What manner of magic..My breasts..They feel strange..As if..Unnhhh..being touched..by men's hands...Hard to concentrate..I am becoming..sleepy.." Samba gasped as her hands pressed against her aching temples. Her caped adversary stepped towards her a delivered a cruel right fist to the centre of her emerald panties. "Aauhhhh!!" Samba groaned as her mighty legs gave way and she collapsed to the rooftop, writhing in agony. "My vagina..in great pain..I cannot move..." she gasped. Samba's brown eyes fluttered as she tried to fight the fatigue building in her muscular body and the burning pain in her genitals. The heroine looked up to see the face of her enemy concealed behind a skull mask. "Who are you?!..Why..have you done this..My breasts..They..defy me..pollute my mind with unclean thoughts..Force me to become tired..Pain in my vagina..I cannot move.." Samba stammered as her great breasts heaved mightily to get air into her lungs. On the streets below, the passing Carnival parade drowned out all sound from the rooftop battlefield. The warrior princess lay helpless on her back. Her arms limp at her sides while her powerful legs stretched out helplessly beneath her broad waist. "You are the captive of La Calvera...You shall know no more..." the caped figure declared as he loosened the strings of another leather pouch he held in his hands. "No...You must not..I must not be stilled.." Samba pleaded as flakes of white powder descended upon her sleepy face. "Silence Samba..Even you are no match for the Dust of the Damned..." La Calvera sneered as he poured the powder over the heroine's face, chest and abdomen. "Ohhhh..You are right La Calvera..The powder...My breats..so possessed..My nipples hardening beneath my bra..My muscles..so tired...So peaceful..I..I.have..no..hope...I.. am.. defeated... Uuhhhhhhhhhhh.." Samba sighed as her head rolled against her right shoulder and the even rise and fall of her large breasts, indicated that she had been knocked unconscious. Grabbing hold of Samba's right arm, La Calvera slung the larger heroine over his shoulders and carried towards the nearby stairwell. "Ricardo Rocha will pay much for you female!" he thought. Hours later, Samba senses slowly returned as she heard the sounds of crickets and voices around her. "You have done well La Calvera..Killing off Antonio Palmeiras and now capturing the bothersome Samba" Ricardo Rocha gloated as he gazed upon the unconscious heroine lying on her back in an open casket. "She will not awaken?" Ana Santiago asked nervously. "I gave the woman a generous serving of my special powder..She will not awaken until she is buried," La Calvera replied as he glanced around the graveyard they were standing in. "Now for my payment?" he asked and Rocha smiled. "Of course.." the crime lord replied and nodded to two of his bodyguards who pulled out their silencer-tipped Uzis and shot La Calvera repeatedly in the upper torso. Rocha grinned as his body hit the ground beside the open grave dug for Samba. "Consider yourself paid in full Calvera..Now lets us take care of the woman!" Rocha ordered his men. "Not this day Ricardo Rocha!" Samba declared as she leapt out of the casket. Rocha's bodyguards opened fire but the warrior princess easily deflected the bullets with her golden bracelets as she advanced towards them. A devastating right roundhouse kick put the bodyguards out of commission. Ana Santiago turned and fled as Samba approached her boss. "Meddlesome woman!" Rocha snarled and reached for his pistol. Samba was faster and sent his senses into orbit with a left jab to the face. "You will face justice today Ricardo Rocha" the beauteous Brazilian vowed as she stood triumphantly over the fallen forms of Rocha and his men. Feeling a vibration in her earrings, Samba turned to discover that La Calvera's body had vanished. She had little time to contemplate how this happened as the police arrived on the scene. "Many thanks Samba..The information supplied to us by Senator Collor proved correct..We have all the evidence we need to put Rocha in jail for a long time" Police Chief Paolo Gomes stated. "No thanks are necessary Chief Gomes..That is my duty" Samba replied as she took to the skies once more. From the shadows of an alley, Ana Santiago watched the Brazilian superheroine fly away. "We shall meet again Samba..We shall meet again.." La Calvera swore as Ana's eyes glowed with an eerie yellow glare. end. The streets of Rio de Janeiro came alive with colour and gaiety as Brazil celebrated its annual Carnival. The streets of the Brazilian capital were filled with thousands of costumed masqueraders and non-costumed revellers who joined in the celebrations with equal fervor. However the mood was far from celebratory at the Barrancos Penetentiary in the heart of the city.His hands and feet shackled in irons, Antonio Palmeiras was escorted by a contingent of heavily-armed prison guards towards a waiting armoured car. A reputed drug dealer and racketeer, Palmeiras had turned State's witness and had agreed to rat on his former colleagues in exchange for immunity from prosecution. The sounds of the chains echoed through the night air as Palmeiras walked through the prison gates and towards the armoured car, flanked by prison guards. The still of the night was shattered by a whizzing noise and Palmeiras fell to the ground clutching the left side of his neck as blood flowing freely from a gaping wound there. One guard rushed to his aid while the other three aimed their pistols skyward in search of the assassin. As the prison's alarms wailed, Antonio Palmeiras breathed his final breath and lay still. A silver stilleto with a skull's head hilt, protruding from his neck. The following morning, Rio de Janeiro reverted to normal as the city rested in preparation for another night of wild celebration. The mood was hardly celebratory at the office of attorney and Independent Senator Rita Collor. From behind her glasses, Rita stared intently at the morning paper which highlighted the assassination of Antonio Palmeiras. "This will complicate matters" she thought as she stood up and walked to the window. Palmeiras was once a key member of the Ricardo Rocha crime family which had taken over the city's southern barrios with its illegal drug operations. Rita played an instrumental role in his arrest and Palmeiras had promised to reveal the intricacies of his former boss' operations. "The police can do little to find Palmeiras' killer..I shall have to find the killer and bring Rocha to justice..another way.." the 27-year-old legislator resolved. As night fell on Rio de Janeiro, the Carnival revellers began to stir from their day long slumber in preparation for the night's activities. Rita Collor also prepared for the nighttime but in a different way. Unbuttoning her shirt, Rita revealed the gold Amerindian amulet which hung around her neck. She focussed her thoughts on the amulet.An aura surrounded her petite body causing her to grow in size, strength and sensuality. Her short black hair lengthened until it cascaded on to her naked copper-skinned shoulders and down to the middle of her back. Her shirt and skirt were 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 brown eyes sparkled with determination. The dimunitive legislator Rita Collor was now the mighty warrior princess known to the indigenous peoples of Brazil as Samba. "Ricardo Rocha shall answer for his crimes tonight!" the beauteous Brazilian vowed as she stepped out on to the balcony leapt skyward and soared away over the city. 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. Meanwhile at his posh mansion in the western suburbs of Rio de Janeiro, Ricardo Rocha had a wild Carnival party in full swing. Under the watchful eyes of his bodyguards, dozens of costumed revellers ate, drank and danced to the sounds of infectious Brazilian music. Rocha himself was gleefully smoking a cigar in the company of two female companions when his secretary, Ana Santiago approached. "Telephone call sir.." she stated, holding a cell phone in her extended right hand. Rocha extinguished his cigar, smoothed back his receding hair line and took the phone from her. "Yes?" he asked gruffly. "I still await payment senor!...I have done what you have asked.." a macabre voice stated angrily. "You shall receive your payment.." Rocha declared as he got to his feet and dismissed his female companions with a dismissive wave of the hand. "When?!" the voice growled." Your payment shall be tripled..Once you eliminate one other who has caused me great harm and threatens my well being!.." Rocha declared and whispered the name into the telephone. There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. "It shall be done as you say.." the voice replied and the phone went dead. Flying high over the streets of Rio de Janeiro, Samba observed the Carnival festivities in full swing. Hundreds of costumed and non-costumed revellers engaging in wild abandon and total merriment. "If they only knew of the evil which hides within the Carnival" the warrior maiden thought as she flew towards the mansion of crime lord, Ricardo Rocha. Suddenly, the beauteous Brazilian felt vibrations from her special earrings which warned her of imminent danger. " Diablo!" Samba gasped as she twisted her tall, muscular frame to avoid a pair of gleaming knives that were hurled at her from a nearby rooftop. Her brown eyes spotted a silhouette racing across the rooftops. The figure wore a wide brimmed hat and flowing cape. "Hold! None shall escape the justice of Samba!" the Brazilian superheroine declared as she swooped in low towards the retreating figure. The man grunted as the balls of Samba's feet struck him in the back and the blow sent him rolling along the rooftop. "You shall answer for your crimes!" Samba quipped as she moved towards his fallen form. "Not before you female!" he countered and hurled a fistful of white powder at the curvaceous crimefighter. Samba shielded her eyes as the powder covered the copper skin of her ample chest and firm abdomen. The effect on the warrior princess was immediate as she staggered backwards on the balls of her feet. "Diablo..What manner of magic..My breasts..They feel strange..As if..Unnhhh..being touched..by men's hands...Hard to concentrate..I am becoming..sleepy.." Samba gasped as her hands pressed against her aching temples. Her caped adversary stepped towards her a delivered a cruel right fist to the centre of her emerald panties. "Aauhhhh!!" Samba groaned as her mighty legs gave way and she collapsed to the rooftop, writhing in agony. "My vagina..in great pain..I cannot move..." she gasped. Samba's brown eyes fluttered as she tried to fight the fatigue building in her muscular body and the burning pain in her genitals. The heroine looked up to see the face of her enemy concealed behind a skull mask. "Who are you?!..Why..have you done this..My breasts..They..defy me..pollute my mind with unclean thoughts..Force me to become tired..Pain in my vagina..I cannot move.." Samba stammered as her great breasts heaved mightily to get air into her lungs. On the streets below, the passing Carnival parade drowned out all sound from the rooftop battlefield. The warrior princess lay helpless on her back. Her arms limp at her sides while her powerful legs stretched out helplessly beneath her broad waist. "You are the captive of La Calvera...You shall know no more..." the caped figure declared as he loosened the strings of another leather pouch he held in his hands. "No...You must not..I must not be stilled.." Samba pleaded as flakes of white powder descended upon her sleepy face. "Silence Samba..Even you are no match for the Dust of the Damned..." La Calvera sneered as he poured the powder over the heroine's face, chest and abdomen. "Ohhhh..You are right La Calvera..The powder...My breats..so possessed..My nipples hardening beneath my bra..My muscles..so tired...So peaceful..I..I.have..no..hope...I.. am.. defeated... Uuhhhhhhhhhhh.." Samba sighed as her head rolled against her right shoulder and the even rise and fall of her large breasts, indicated that she had been knocked unconscious. Grabbing hold of Samba's right arm, La Calvera slung the larger heroine over his shoulders and carried towards the nearby stairwell. "Ricardo Rocha will pay much for you female!" he thought. Hours later, Samba senses slowly returned as she heard the sounds of crickets and voices around her. "You have done well La Calvera..Killing off Antonio Palmeiras and now capturing the bothersome Samba" Ricardo Rocha gloated as he gazed upon the unconscious heroine lying on her back in an open casket. "She will not awaken?" Ana Santiago asked nervously. "I gave the woman a generous serving of my special powder..She will not awaken until she is buried," La Calvera replied as he glanced around the graveyard they were standing in. "Now for my payment?" he asked and Rocha smiled. "Of course.." the crime lord replied and nodded to two of his bodyguards who pulled out their silencer-tipped Uzis and shot La Calvera repeatedly in the upper torso. Rocha grinned as his body hit the ground beside the open grave dug for Samba. "Consider yourself paid in full Calvera..Now lets us take care of the woman!" Rocha ordered his men. "Not this day Ricardo Rocha!" Samba declared as she leapt out of the casket. Rocha's bodyguards opened fire but the warrior princess easily deflected the bullets with her golden bracelets as she advanced towards them. A devastating right roundhouse kick put the bodyguards out of commission. Ana Santiago turned and fled as Samba approached her boss. "Meddlesome woman!" Rocha snarled and reached for his pistol. Samba was faster and sent his senses into orbit with a left jab to the face. "You will face justice today Ricardo Rocha" the beauteous Brazilian vowed as she stood triumphantly over the fallen forms of Rocha and his men. Feeling a vibration in her earrings, Samba turned to discover that La Calvera's body had vanished. She had little time to contemplate how this happened as the police arrived on the scene. "Many thanks Samba..The information supplied to us by Senator Collor proved correct..We have all the evidence we need to put Rocha in jail for a long time" Police Chief Paolo Gomes stated. "No thanks are necessary Chief Gomes..That is my duty" Samba replied as she took to the skies once more. From the shadows of an alley, Ana Santiago watched the Brazilian superheroine fly away. "We shall meet again Samba..We shall meet again.." La Calvera swore as Ana's eyes glowed with an eerie yellow glare. end.

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