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Zainab heard a sound and woke up slowly, and as her eyes adjusted to the semi dark surroundings, she saw a man dressed in full combat gear standing at the door of the tent holding a gun, and pointing it at her. She did not know who it was, thinking that he had come to kill her, she was still naked as she screamed, waking up her sleeping partner, who instantly got up, his training kicking in, and still fully naked, used Zainab as a shield as he dived off the bed, just as a hail of bullets tore the mattress where he was lying a few seconds before. He pushed Zainab to the wall as he dived behind the large iron trunk which shielded him from the rain of bullets that was being issued sporadically from the Capt. He pulled out an AK-47 rifle frrom the trunk and raising it above his shielded head, returned fire.
There was a heavy exchange of gunfire, punctuated by Zainab screaming.
Capt. Shagir however managed to secure an advantage as a shot from him met the militant on the shoulder, felling him. Capt. approached carefully, his gun drawn out and circled the trunk, but when he got there, there was nobody behind it. He searched frantically and spun around as he felt a bullet rip through his calf, he returned fire without thinking, as a single bullet flew and hit Zainab square in the head, while another got to the terrorist in the neck, sending a spray of blood and flesh through the air, killing him instantly.
Meanwhile, the commotion had attracted other members of his team who had by now finished off the other terrorists.
Captain Shagir limped quietly to where Zainab lay in a pool of her own blood, and touching her jugular ascertained that she was truly dead.

Over in the command center, Alhaji Monsur received a message from the team on ground. His face suddenly fell, the news was terrible, and he turned to face the governor,who had by now slumped into a seat, wondering how he was going to inform him that his daughter had been killed.
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Location: Sambisa forest
Team code: Operation Slaughter
Time: 03:00 hours.
The combined team of military personnel made their way slowly into the forest. They had been dropped a kilometer away by three apache helicopters belonging to the air force. The team commander, captain Umar Shagir was a veteran of combat haven served in Darfur, northern Mali and Congo.
His team comprised of twenty men, the elite of the army, air force and navy. This particular squad had a reputation as daredevil combatants, able to carry out difficult maneuvers, and save the day in the most difficult situations.
Captain Shagir led them on foot into the heart of the forest, their camouflage uniform blending them in perfectly with the surroundings. Their last Intel had given them the location of the Boko Haram militants hideout and it was to this that they walked slowly.
Each soldier was equipped with a standard Uzzi submachine guns fitted with silencers, stun grenades, canisters of tear gas and in addition, daggers for close combat situation. They were also equipped with advanced communication device that enabled them communicate with each other noiselessly, hence, giving them the advantage of surprise as they marched quietly through the jungle.
They were within a hundred yards of the camp when Captain gave his instructions
"Alpha, Tango, fan out, Bravo Delta, stay with me, eyes sharp"
The designated teams followed his instructions as fifteen men went in the east and west directions, while the rest remained with the captain as they advanced upon the camp.
"All teams advance, engage terrorists on sight, shoot to kill, go go go"
They all made for the camp in different directions. As they approached the camp as silently as humanly possible, the captain noticed the scouts patrolling, and taking his target carefully, he took aim and shot the closest to him, the other team members took out the other three as silently as the first and they went in. The camp was made of roughly fifteen tents and a central area and each member of the operation went into a tent, massacred the occupants.
However Capt Shagir advanced alone to the tent where his Intel had informed him the military commander stayed.
He walked slowly and carefully, aware of the sound of his boys killing of the remaining terrorists all around him. He knew he had to be careful because he did not want to hurt the girl. Opening the flap slowly, he walked in, and the sight that greeted his eyes was the girl he had come to save lying down over the body of the chief terrorist, both deep in sleep.

There was something about this stranger that excited her. Perhaps it was because he had rescued her from death, or was it the fact that she had not been with a man in a while now?, but somehow, she knew she had the hots for him.
"What is your name?" She asked him
"I am Jamal" he replied, "I'm the military commander in charge of this zone so no one can hurt you with me" he continued, giving her more information than she had asked for, betraying his emotions. He bit his lips at that last bit of indiscretion, and standing up, turned to the big iron trunk in an attempt to change the tide of conversation.
"You will have to get out of those clothes and change into something warmer, it gets really cold and chilly at night. Let me get you something thick"

He opened the trunk and began rummaging for some thick apparel.
"What did you save me for?" Zainab asked him.
He heaved a sigh and standing up to stretch his muscles fully replied
"I told the sheik our would be better demanding a ransom from your father than wasting your life" He replied tersely.
"That's not what I asked" she continued testily. " why did you save me "
He tensed where he stood. So she knew what it was he really wanted. Two can play this game I see.
He returned to her, a sweater and a thick woolen trouser in his hands and giving it to her, sat on the bed, watching her.
"You can go outside to change" he told her with a mocking smile.
She didn't reply him, at least not verbally, as she managed to stand to her feet, and slowly, without taking her eyes off her captors, started taking off all her clothes. He was taken aback by her bravado but tried not to show it, a decision he was having an extremely hard time sticking to.

When she had shucked off her outer garment, she was left standing in her underwear. She had worn a thong that morning and now, it accentuated her figure before him. She did not know what made her do it, but she was filled with a consuming desire to have him to herself and his sitting motionless filled her with rage. Perhaps it was time to perk things up a bit she thought.

She turned around and bent down to pick up her clothes, putting her full derriere on display for hey seeming uninterested audience.

Over on the bed, Jamal was on consumed by a need to have her so strong, it took all of his will power to remain sitting. He wanted to play this coolly but his wits were fast eluding him. Finally, when she stood back up, her clothes in her hand, he cleared his throat and called out to her. It had been ages since he had a woman and he was quite on edge already
"Come here, and drop those clothes at my feet"


She took the hint instantly, and without skipping a bit, walked slowly to the foot of the bed, dropping her clothes as she approached him.
Jamal's groin was harder than it had been in ages and he was going to be satisfied tonight.
After dropping her clothes, she knelt at his feet, stretching her hands forward, she calmly unbuckled his thick leather military belt and unzipped him slowly. She could see that he was already trembling slightly in anticipation so she decided to skip all pretense. Dipping her hand in his pants, she hefted out the largest tool she had ever seen, and for a moment, she considered backing out, but she knew he would have none of it. She looked up to his face and she noticed that he was smiling down at her as if to challenge her expertise, and looking back at the member in her hand, she slowly worked her lips over the top. She could barely get it to fit but she tried and gradually was able to get a considerable length down her throat. She bobbed her head slowly at first and when he begin to emit low growls, she intensified her efforts, moving faster on him. She was quite turned on already and she was beginning to get soaking wet. Jamal took her head in his hands and holding her firmly proceeded to face Bleep her, as bits of saliva stuck to his penis. He kept up a rhythm until he noticed that she was almost choking and helping her to the bed, disentangled from her and we t lower to spread her legs apart. Going lower on her, he pulled her things to her knees and locating her pussy lips with his mouth, began to eat her out. She hardly had expected this, and she was gradually going to ecstatic heights as he ate her out hungrily, with a certain ferociousness that outrivalled any of her previous lovers.


She moaned loudly and thrashed, and when she was about to orgasm, he withdrew suddenly from her, filling her with frustration.
He took off his clothes quickly, revealing his broad shoulders and defined and, without bothering about lubrication, he stuffed her pussy with his dick, allowing the head to enter slowly first, and when she had adjusted to his size, obviously the largest she had ever had, he pushed more in, until his balls were flush with her labia.
He could hardly control himself anymore, as he went into a frenzy, slamming into her, while grunting lewd obscenities. He would take his penis out till it was only the til and slam back into her. Zainab had never had a man pound her as relentlessly as he did and she kept moaning and thrashing, twisting this way and that like someone being electrocuted. While he was still hammering away at her, she lost it, feeling her mind fade away, she went into orgasm. He hardly seemed to notice, as he kept at his upward and downward stroke for a full hour, before he grunted, and screamed loud enough to rouse the entire camp, emptied his semen deep in her vagina, and thoroughly spent, fell on top of her, asleep in less than a minute.

Zainab had enjoyed every bit of it, and tired too, she faded off into a dreamless sleep, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.