My name is ... why should I tell you my name? Let’s just say it’s Smith ... Yes, John Smith. I live in North-Eastern Nigeria and I have found God. I am a believer in the one true God and anyone who is not a believer must die. That’s one of the bits I like best. Thou will not kill, unless it is an unbeliever which doesn’t count. I especially like killing the Western pigs who come to our country and spread their vile Christian disease and their poisonous education that corrupts the minds of the young. That is why I am a member of Boko Haram. That means “Western education is forbidden”. They give me a gun and plenty of ammunition and in return I lead a band of faith brothers in a crusade attacking numerous educational institutions across northern Nigeria. We slaughter the teachers and liberate the schoolgirls. I like schoolgirls, we bring them back with us and show them their true position in life under God’s righteous plan, usually with my dick inside them heh, heh, heh. The good looking ones, we make our wives. I have 6 already. The rest we sell as slaves and believe me we get a handsome price for them. It is only right because God instructed me to sell them for they are his properties and I will carry out his instructions.

We had heard about a school located in an isolated remote region miles from the nearest village. Nobody knew anything about it, other than it was there and occasionally Nuns would been seen in the markets buying food. Nuns! My mouth salivated at the thought of slowly torturing those foul female witches and maybe having a little fun with them before killing them, but only if they are good looking or have big tits preferably both. Maybe I bring them home for the whole family to watch, I think they would like that. So around 50 of us made the long hot drive along dusty sun-baked roads to the village closest to where this school was said to be. The villagers told us that hey see two maybe three nuns in the marketplace once or twice a month, always with a group of schoolgirls to carry the purchases back to the school. “No boys?” I asked. Not that they have ever seen they informed me. Suits me all the more, God has no place for schoolboys in his plans, so he tells me. The villagers were kind enough to tell us the route to the school after I made a few of them see God’s holy light at the end of my fully automatic - heh, heh. Nothing gets results like a hole to the heads of your wife and children kneeling before you pleading for you tearfully to tell them what they want to know, heh, heh. I blow their brains out anyway and then you, heh, heh.

We followed the route but after a couple of miles it became too rocky and we had to abandon the trucks and proceed on foot. After a few more miles of walking the land around us showed clear signs of cultivation. As we went further on there was even livestock being farmed. “We should kill their goats now” Osifo my second in command urged “Teach these cross-suckers a lesson”. “Not now. That may alert them of our presence. We will do it on the way back. We will make these nuns watch before we slit their own throats”. The men laughed in agreement. That was how you treated mind-poisoners. Approaching through a wooded grove of fruit trees, we got our first sight of the building. This was no small rural school but a complex of two story building contained within a walled compound and occupying a very large area upon the ground. “What if there are guards?” whispered Jameel. “It is a school. Run by nuns. There will be no guards” I scolded him in exasperation. “What sort of school is this. I have never seen anything like this” he persisted. I thought about sending him to God, but I had lost too many men and wasted too much good bullets that way. “It is like an English boarding school. See that building there to the left that looks like dormitories, where the girls live” I explained seeing his confusion. “They kidnap good decent God fearing Nigerian girls from their families, keep them here in captivity and force their vile poison into their minds”.

We pressed on closer until we came to a tall iron gate set in the tall stone compound wall. Over this entrance was a heathen idol, the likes I had never seen before. It was of a well-endowed foreign goddess with too many arms and legs for my liking bearing weapons dancing in a ring of fire. The others looked at me, the question plain on their faces. “Not Christians then, shame but God instructs us to kill all non-believers and idolitors. They poison the minds of our girls with their foul teaching”. As the complex was quite large and contained several buildings, I split up the men so that we could surround it and cover all entrances so that none escaped. “Remember round up the girls, the Nuns too. Kill any boys and men” I instructed them. “But leave some to pull down that foul idol before killing them in front of the Nuns” they all grinned with wide smiles at that. I knew that they would leave none alive.

I led Jameel and Ubong through the main entrance into a courtyard full of trees that served no purpose other than decoration. Just as I opened my mouth to disclaim this waste as a sin to God, I heard a strange creaking stretching sort of noise then WOOSH. “Argh!” Jameel drops his rifle to the ground screaming. As I open my mouth to scold him I see to my horror an arrow sticking out of his hand. Raising my rifle and quickly scanning the area, I spot a young girl step out from behind a tree. She is in her mid to late teens and pointing a long bow which looks much to large for her, loaded with an arrow aimed right at me. “Throw down your weapons. No outsider may enter with them” she spoke clearly with great confidence with sonorous tones. I was stunned, being caught out by a mere schoolgirl was humiliating and outrageous. Her smouldering good looks strike me like a thunderbolt. With slender brown eyes fixed on me like an eagle and her mouth set tight, she was a young beautiful innocent yet she pointed that thing like she knew what she was doing. She wore a white cotton short-sleeved shirt stretched tight over some very full nice slopes indeed. The top button was done up at base of her slender neck around which is a neat maroon tie. The shirt was tied off beneath her developing bust to expose a flat hard-looking mid-riff. From her slim waist is a maroon coloured pleated skirt, which is so tiny that all of her long legs are on show. On her feet are sandals with white socks that rise mid-calf. She is not that tall, maybe 5 foot 6 at most but slim which makes her legs look long. She gives me a stare of utter confidence in her abilities with her slender eyes above a flattish nose with wide nostrils and thick red lips. Her long black hair hair is worn high off the forehead and braided as is the rule for most schools in Nigeria. Her beautiful sultry features make my dick stir, I will take her as another wife.

“You are just a schoolgirl, you should not be playing with that. You will get hurt. Put it down” I told her. She did not reply but pointed the taut bow purposefully towards me. “There are two of us with rifles and only one of you with a bow and arrow. Throw down your weapon like a good girl”. A creaking noise from the left makes me glance over to see another girl similarly dressed pulling an arrow back in a bow causing her blouse to stretch tightly over an ample looking chest. She is of similar age and very beautiful with wide thick lashed eyes that stare at me over a long flared nose in an appealing fashion. If all of the girls look like these then we can sell these at enormous value and keep the best to ourselves. “You are just girls, God gave man lord-ship over all animals, women too. He said women must obey men. If you do not obey me then you disobey the word of God. Put down your bows and arrows”. Neither girl replied and continued to fix us with their steely gaze and unwavering aim. I spluttered in outrage as I put down my rifle and indicated for Ubong to do the same. “This is what you get from having a foreign education. Disrespect for men and God’s will” I scolded them but they did not reply.

I watched as the second girl darted in to take our rifles giving me a chance to observe her close up. She was indeed a beautiful young thing with clear complexion and flawless Nigerian features. Her skin shone a deep brown and was taut and healthy. Yes she will fetch a good price. I also noticed with disgust her large thick muscular calve heads swelling above her white socks. Her long thighs too seem athletic with a strong sweep to her outer thighs. This will not do at all, once she is working cleaning and looking after a man that will disappear. Girls should not be doing athletic things and ambushing God’s own ambassadors with bows and arrows. It annoyed me how easily they had forced us to lose our guns. It goes against God’s will. During this time, the first girl covered us with her tightly drawn bow. The steadiness of her arms and eagle-fast gaze made me certain that she knew what she was doing. I noticed her well-developed shoulder caps that stretched her short-sleeves greatly forcing it to cling over hard bowls at the top of her arm as it held back the draw string. The middle of her upper arm which held back the arrow bulged forwards in a smooth shaped dense mound with the hint of a vein running vertically along it that unsettled me. Her forearm too, looked strongly shaped and sturdy as it kept the drawstring pulled tight. I felt outrage that these foreigners have been polluting our girls with their notions of exercise making girls look more like boys. The girl relaxed the drawstring and gave the weapon to the second girl who disappeared into the trees with that and our rifles.

A solitary little schoolgirl walked towards the three of us. My eyes lingered with growing lust over her long slender legs, although they were adorned with firm looking thighs and muscular calves. “Man up!” I hissed to Jameel as he made a fuss over the arrow stuck through his hand. I thought she had rather a boyish trunk but her bust line was undoubtedly feminine and a pleasure to watch as was her beautiful face. It was so cute the way that her school-blouse was tied off in a bow just below her swelling breasts showing off a very taut flat stomach. But as I watched, I had to suppress a gasp as two vertical columns emerged in the centre of her belly each cut deeply with hard blocks that glowed in the light of the sun. My eyes were glued to them in a disturbing fascination, unable to resist counting them. There were 2-4-6 sort of square blocks aligned in two columns above the belly button with a deep groove between. They sank back into the smoothness of her stomach although the two raised columns were now quite noticeable in the centre of her belly. They rose again as she breathed in quite a sinuous sensual motion turning the young girl’s firm belly into a thick furrowed wall of muscle. In a strange way they reminded me of an oversized bar of chocolate except this was a warm living moving sensual feast for the eyes. What sort of disgusting exercise do they make these girls do here?

“I am Adamma” She was indeed a beautiful girl. “I am head girl. You will follow me” she ordered with such arrogance that I had to bite my tongue before I offended her. I had indicated to Ubong that we should take the girl now that she was unarmed. Without her bow and arrows she was just a normal schoolgirl and I had no concern about overpowering her, tying her up and leaving her here until we finished searching the compound for her friends. Unfortunately Jameel had plans of vengeance of his own and had drawn his trouser-sword. Why do you think that is funny? that is the sword which we keep down the back of our trousers with an 18 inch blade. “Arrrrghhhhh!” he was running at her screaming his battle cry with his sword raised. “No Jameel No!” I shouted but he did not listen. However the little schoolgirl showed no fear and calmly faced the onrushing man with a thrilling look of cold disdain as though he was nothing to fear. I was afraid that he was going to slice her head in two and lose us good money at the sales.

He was just about to bring the sword slicing down upon her calm pretty head when the hem of her very short skirt flicked up, the pleats opening like a fan. “Ki-aaah!” she shouts leaning away from him as a long sexy shiny brown-skinned leg shot out in a blur of motion too fast to see. CRUMP! “Orrrrraghhh!” he wailed in anguish as the sole of her sandal crashed into his balls with a loud solid thump. His body jack-knifed around her foot, his face snapping forwards with his mouth wide open in a horrible grimace. As his face came down, her knee shot up.”Yah!” KERRUNCH! “Aaaaaaargh!” he screamed painfully as he snapped back up straight with his jaw flapping obviously dislocated. I watched in stunned disbelief as this little girl in a skimpy school uniform ripped the sword right out of his hand. “Aiiiiiiieee!” she shouted then spun right around on one leg really fast, the pleats of her short skirt fanning out like a tutu as her long strong leg lifted high into the air. BLAM! The sole of her sandal connected with his face which such shocking power that it flew right back over his shoulders trailing a thick spray of blood from his mouth as he fell backwards real fast to the ground. I was shocked. A mere schoolgirl had destroyed one of my best within a matter of seconds. Yet my dick lurched strongly at the sight of the young girl in her short sleeved pristine white blouse, tie, short skirt and socks standing and swinging a sword about her head at really fast speed like she was an expert while one my men lay bloody and laid out cold on the grass at her feet.

Ubong was gaping in disbelief as the sword became a blur of deadly steel around the girl’s head moving from one side to the other as she changed hands without stopping, all the while staring at us. “She’s a demon. An Amazon come back to life to kill us” he wailed nervously. “Man up” I snapped “Or I’ll kill you myself. You disgrace me, you disgrace God” I withdrew my own trouser sword. “She’s just a girl. A sexy young girl who needs to be broken in once we disarm her. Together” I tell him. “But don’t harm her. One as feisty as her will be worth a lot of money”. “Put down the sword little girl before you hurt yourself” I call but she will not obey. We attack together trying to disarm her but the girl is very fast and very skilled for one so young. She effortlessly parries both of us at the same time, locking up our steel. I am shocked by just how skilled she is, holding off two grown men who are experienced fighters. Fighting her at close range, I am sickened to see her thick arms ripple with unsightly muscle, veins and tendons as she wields the swords like a true Amazon. Then to my horror she disarms Ubong, taking his sword while locking my blade. “Hai!” she shouts suddenly. Her short pleated hem flicks up and a sexy strong leg drives her foot right into his belly. WHUMP! “Arrrrghh!” he groans as her sandal sinks right into his gut. Not that he was fat, he was lean and strong like the rest of us yet that foot seemed to go right in causing him to crease over in sheer agony. Her foot quickly withdrew and kicked up again in a blur “Yah!” BLAM! His head snapped back as her toe caught him square of the chin so hard that I heard his teeth clunk together. I didn’t have time to watch him slam into the ground upon his back because I had a sexy wild schoolgirl yielding a sword in each hand coming at me in non-stop fury.

Her brown eyes showing a steely determination and confidence instead of fear, She comes at me, always on the attack keeping me always on the defensive to my annoyance. The abdominal muscles in her stomach are phenomenal for such a young girl, so prominent and deeply cut like a chiselled stone wall. They are a fatal distraction between the bottom of her tied blouse and waist band of her short skirt. I try to fight back but cannot for she is constantly attacking with both swords. She maintains an arrogant sneer of superiority mocking me. With a satisfied sneer, she locks up my sword and disarms me with a quick circular movement then steps forward. Her body presses close to mine and for a moment I thought that she was going to kiss me. Then I felt her foot hook around the back of my leg and trip me up. BAM! From my shameful position on the ground I look up along her long legs and see that they are strong but very shapely and appealing. “Fight me like a man if you want to fight me, do not hide behind your weapons” her voice is sonorous and sexy as she looks down at me with a sneer of superiority. My eyes rise pass that skimpy skirt to her firm belly with her skin pulled taut over the rocky shapes beneath. I can’t help watching those two deeply etched columns of muscled blocks in her belly as they rise and fall with her breath covered in a fine sheen of perspiration that makes them shine. My cock goes rock hard at the sight and I want her immediately. “I will take you as my wife right now” I tell her and try to rise but she places a sandal on my chest with the little white socks before my vision. A strong hard slab of muscle in her thighs briefly swell up as a powerful force pushes my back against the ground. The girl’s strength excites me as much as it shocks me. “No-one is taking anyone” she remarks then falls upon me to sit astride my chest. Her lovely bare thighs slide either side of my face as she moves forward to sit high upon my chest. Her folded legs pin my upper arms beneath cute white socks so that they cannot move. I can smell her freshness, her youth, her sex. “You are my prisoner” she tells me. Her tiny pleated skirt is raised taut between her open thighs and I can see a triangle of white cotton at her crotch which makes my dick throb. It is so tightly moulded to her slot yet out of reach it drives me wild with sheer lust - ohhhhhh so hottt. “Oh I want to get into your crotch so bad, you sexy schoolgirl” I moan but instead of letting me she crosses the swords over my neck, pressing the blades so tight against my skin that I am scared to breathe. Above me her six pack are so deeply cut they are like hand-holds up a sheer wall, how can such a young girl have such a well-developed stomach?