He walked slowly through the field. Stepping over corpses of dead imperial soldiers and Amazonian natives. Jaison gripped tightly on his briefcase, his other hand ready to draw his pistol. His whole body was shaking, causing him to stop now and then to pull up his purple armband that slipped down his black coat. His armband identified him as a member of the imperial medical corp. He carefully stopped every few minutes to see if any of his fellow soldiers were alive.

The night before the Amazonians had launched an attack on their camp, taking the soldiers by surprise. He remembered it clearly, it started with the deafening sounds of horns surrounding the camp, and before anyone could react hundreds of tall beautiful native women on gigantic horse-like creatures has descended upon them. The natives all had long black hair down to the waist, all were painted in bright blue war paint, but one stood out, a tall, lithe woman with a crown of purple feathers upon her head who was leading the charge. Once the sun was over the horizon, Jaison and a handful of others had escaped to the nearest camp, which was about 6 miles (ca. 10 km) away. Despite his fear, Jaison had decided to return to the war zone and attempt to save at least one person.

"Fucking hell what are you doing Jaison" he murmured to himself. The Empire of Dunati was desperate for medics, so even though his knowledge of actual medicine was extraordinarily small, he had managed to pass the test and join the army as low-tier medic support. He walked for a little longer, now and then checking a body but to his dismay, nothing, not a single living soul lay on that battlefield. He even started to check the bodies of the dead Amazonians but still, not a single one appeared to be breathing.

He reached the center of the carnage and took in a deep breath as he fell to his knees. He turned his face towards the sky. He didn't know what else to do. His fellow escapees were probably far away by now, meaning he had little chance of catching up to them. The natives were probably around the area gathering their dead and if they found him well, let's just say he would be used to his fullest extent by the warrior women before being dispatched in a gory ceremony.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting there but a single drop of water fell onto his cheek, then another, and another, and before he knew it the heavens had opened, and the battlefield was quickly engulfed in a violent storm. The rain poured through his dark orange hair, dyeing it a darker shade. Somehow the rain even started to make his dark black jacket appear darker as well. He pulled himself to his feet and made his way towards a large tree line away to his left. His tired golden eyes struggled to stay open as he made his way up the hill, his legs almost giving away under him every few steps. But despite the difficulties he reached the top, welcomed only by long, blood-stained grass. He walked over to one of the tall trees. Drunk with fatigue he propped his back up against the trunk and turned his gaze to the battlefield.

He was tired, to say the least, he couldn't remember the last time he had slept. He wanted to sleep, but he also knew he had to escape, but he was also hungry. He wasn't in the right state of mind to be making decisions, his best idea was to sleep then decided and if he got caught by natives, he would just kill himself. That simple, he would just kill himself, it wasn't like he would be losing anything. He drifted slowly off into a deep slumber, one his body and mind had been very overdue for. He clutched his briefcase tightly to his chest as the rain increased in intensity.

He didn't know how long he was there for, but he could feel something pulling on his briefcase. He opened his eyes and gazed forward. He jumped to his feet when he saw a gorgeous, dark-skinned, Amazonian girl with long black hair and exhausted red eyes, she looked to be around the same height as him though maybe even a little taller. She wore a torn green cloth top and long grass skirt; her body was covered in scars and cuts. He immediately recognized the warrior to be the leader of the attack the night before. Her purple feather crown was slightly drooping with the heavy stains of blood. She seemed tired, but despite her appearance, she leaped at him, shoving him to the ground and placing a knife to his neck. She moved her face closer to his. Like a feral dog, she started to sniff him, moving herself down slowly until she reached his jacket pocket. She proceeded to rip at the pocket, pulling out a bag of chocolates that he kept for emergencies. He had planned to give them to any injured soldiers so that they had a small burst of energy, but now it seemed that they belonged to this savage beauty. Despite the fear he felt towards her, he had to admit she was even more goddess-like in beauty than he originally thought, her perfect curves wriggling with excitement as she dug into the sweet delight.

Seeing she was distracted he tried to get up, so he could at least attempt to escape. A hand wrapped around his ankle, tripping him to the ground.

"Leave, you die" She muttered in her thick, soft accent. Stuffing her face with the last piece of chocolate, she then grabbed his briefcase pulling violently away from him. The medic smiled slightly, there was no way that she could break past two iron click locks and a single bolt lock-

"CRACK"

She ripped the locks off, making the medic's face become one of utter confusion at how she could just destroy a lock like that so quickly. She opened the case and started to rummage through his medical gear. She quickly found his lunch and pulled out a small croissant.

"Food?" she asked smiling like a child. The medic nodded yes quickly, much to the delight of the hungry Amazonian. She scoffed down the croissant like a cute animal. As soon as she finished the meal, her eyes grew serious as she turned to face him. She drew her knife from her belt and seductively moved over to him, slightly licking her lips as she swayed her large hips. He struggled to pull out his gun, but just as he drew the pistol, she slammed the gun aside. She dropped down onto him, raising her knife high in the air, ready to kill him.

"You're injured right?" he said raising his arms in defense. To his surprise, she didn't attack him.

"You help me?" She said lowering her knife but now narrowing her eyes with interest.

"YES... yes, I can help y... you, I am a medic I can help I promise. Just let me go afterward, okay?" She dismounted him and let him stand. She laughed slightly to herself as he started to prepare an antiseptic dressing to apply to her wounds.

"What's so funny?" He said as he approached her with the antiseptic.

"You'll see~," she said, a worryingly cunning smile spreading across her face. He started to apply the antiseptic to his wounds, now and then giving him a hit or kick for spraying too much and causing her to give out a little squeak of pain. The anti-septic was mixed in with some native herbs that cause the wound to heal far quicker than normal. It took a while, but her wounds were fully healed, or as well as they could be. He packed his bag and stood up; he stretched his arms a smile on his face as he could finally leave. But something wasn't right, the sadistic, cruel smile of the native leader was still present, if not even bigger than it was before.

"Well, that's that so..." He started to turn and walk away but was stopped by the sharp feeling at his back.

"Cute" The kind, taunting voice of the native leader said. She moved her mouth gently to the back of his neck.

"You really thought you could leave?" She said, her warm breath making him shiver slightly. She turned you around, examining you with her eyes. She gave a small smile and pulled you closer to her, her lips almost touching your ear.

"I have a camo near here, many injured warriors, many you WILL help." He gulped and looked away blush, despite how terrifying this woman was he had to admit she was like a goddess when it came to her looks. Her blue-painted breast press against him, causing his face to go even redder, much to the amusement of the native. She pulled away and pointed the knife to his chest.

"So, you come with me. I am the great Pelana, and you shall help me" she said pressing the knife to his neck again.

"Okay but if you want me to help you must promise 2 things. You have to promise that you will let me go, and you will need to get me certain medical ingredients." He spoke. He couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed that he was being blackmailed like this.

"The second one is a yes, but if you do a bad job." She pointed her knife towards his groin. He got the message.

"Come then, or do I need to tie you and drag you there" He nervously followed her, looking around to make sure he wasn't going to get lost if he needed to escape. The silence of the jungle made their situation even more awkward than it already was for him. The leader turned and looked back at him.

"What is your name" Jaison snapped out of his daze.

"Jaison, Mrs... Pelana was it?" He answered politely, he was still slightly scared of her though. When Jaison was growing up, he was often told of the violent bloodthirsty nature of these savage warrior women, but she was seemingly childish compared to what others had said.

"Why were you on the war field." She asked as she glanced curiously in her seductive eyes back at her.

"Looking for people to save... but..." He glanced down; she could tell he had struck a nerve.

"You helped me, now you help my warriors. Then if you behave, I might help you~" She smiled kindly towards her.

"Now you ask the question" she carried on. He thought for a few seconds before speaking.

"Earlier were you going to kill me? I mean after you ate all my food." She looked up to the sky for a second thinking. She turned to him, an emotionless look on her face.

"No, you seemed like you would be more fun to torture, then eat you" He gulped and stopped for a second, considering running. Pelana could obviously tell what he was thinking as she grabbed his arm and started to drag him in the direction she thought her warriors had set up camp. He wanted to run, but he knew that Pelana would cut him down before he even took a few steps.

"No leave now, you come with me," She said putting him in an arm lock. She grabbed his pistol and drew it out of its holster.

"Why no kill me with this?" She said shaking the gun around.

"I... I... This will sound stupid to someone like you, but I just don't like the idea of killing people." He said as she twisted his arm even more. She threw his gun into the jungle as she let of his arm.

They continued to walk for a while longer until the sounds of talking and cheering women were filling the sky. Pelana smiled and looked back at Jaison, he nodded as a sign to show he was ready to try and help her warriors. He knew these people were his enemy but, he was a medic, a shit one at that, but a medic non less, he saw himself as a medic before he was a soldier. They entered the camp, the Amazonian warriors running to their leaders' side to make sure she was safe, some of the ones who looked to be a higher up hugged her while tears ran down their cheeks. Pelana quickly calmed their fears and gestured towards Jaison. He gave a little wave. He blinked for a second and around maybe 40 or 50 beautiful warrior women had surrounded him. They prodded and pulled at his clothes, interested at why their noble leader hadn't stripped him and killed him on the spot. Pelana walked over to ho, a smile on her face.

"Come," she said pulling him away from the intrigued natives. She dragged him towards a large hut. The hut was poorly made but was just strong enough to not break if there was a small storm. She walked him into the hut. His eyes widened as he saw 10 maybe 20 warriors in makeshift beds, they weren't beyond saving, but they were definitely not in fighting condition. Pelana walked him over to a woman around with the same height as Jaison, she had long brown hair that went down to her waist and gentle green eyes. She wore a mini skirt of herds and leaves that left little to the imagination, her body was painted with white lines and her hair was decorated with white flowers. She wore no top, causing Jaison to try his best to look away from her.

"She is our healer, Tanua, I leave you in her care, she will get you all the supplies you need. I have explained to her that it is important that no harm comes to you" she pulled him closer so that her face was uncomfortably close to hers.

"And if you try to run, I will let my sisters break you in many ways, we will then feast on your soft meat." Pelana kissed him gently on the cheek making him blush slightly. She leaned in even closer and put her soft lips to his ear.

"I have studied your human emotions; you find things like this as a good way of thanking someone. You offer me help; I give you thanks okay? That is all that was OK?" She then patted him on the head like he was a child and walked off in the direction of the healer, she whispered something to her making her smile slightly. Pelana gave him a little wave before walking away.

Tanua approached him confidently. He put his hand out as a friendly gesture, but Tanua ignored him and decided to grab his face and pull him slightly towards hers. She sniffed him like Pelana did when they first met.

"I look forward to working with you." He said, his voice shaking. She let go of him and pointed to a nearby table. Jaison placed the case on the table and then proceeded to open it, he took out his medical equipment and began to set it out on the table. Tanua grabbed his arm.

"You will start with her." She ordered, her voice was demanding but not hostile, yet not exactly friendly either. He walked over to the injured warrior that she had pointed to. She looked to be in her 30s, but then again, the Amazonians could live to be in their thousands or tens of thousands the only thing that keeps their population down was the lack of men and the constant fighting.

A little lesson on Amazons. As well as being a very violent and wearing race, they had also learned special magic that allowed their warriors to become immortal, they traded this secret with the leaders of the empire in exchange for a few sacrifices. In secret the leaders of the empire somehow managed to infect the water of the imperial citizens, causing them to become immortal as well, the downside being that the vast majority of children born were female, of course, made the gigantic population drop to a slightly less giant one.

Going back to Jaison and his patient. Scars riddled her body and face, scorch marks from plasma rifle rounds. She narrowed her eyes at him, he returned with a gentle smile. He took a cloth and gently pored some and antiseptic onto it. The warrior flinched at first when the rag approached her but Tanua's words quickly calmed the young warrior.

"How old are you?" Tanua asked as she prepared some herds.

"19, Mrs. May I also ask you a question," He said trying to look at her face and not her round ass. She snapped her head around a look of confusion on her face.

"Only 19? And you are allowed to fight, also feel free to ask any question." She said offering him the bowl of herbs.

"For one thing I don't fight, I am actually against violence. The question I was going to ask is, well where are the other healers? You seem to have lots of warriors here and just you to take care of them" Jaison said, taking the bowl from her. She smiled sadistically, the first sign of emotion he had noticed her show.

"They have gone back to the capital to help heal and maintain our captives, well before they become sacrifices to one of our many goddesses." She leaned towards him a blush growing over her face as she reveled in the shock and fear that came over his face. The warrior he was helping looked confused since like most of the Amazons she couldn't understand English and had devoted her life to nothing but war, so Tanua quickly explained the situation to her, and she laughed as well at his face. He could only dread the fate of those poor men.

"Would you like to know what will happen to them? How will they die?" She said, visibly getting more excited. He franticly shook his head no and tried his best to carry on with his work. The warrior he was treating raised a hand and gently patted him on the head, she then muttered something in her native tongue that made the other injured warriors laugh.

"She says you are like a small animal; she says that she understands why Pelana lets you live." Tanua said moving to his side and patting him on the head.

"Your hair is also an interesting colour, and the brightness of your skin is something that is incredibly rare among our tribe." She looked down into his eyes and passed him another bowl, this one of food.

"Pelana also said to keep you well-fed. Don't worry I made sure that it was a bird and not human meat." He thanked her and looked down at the food, could he really trust this woman?

Jaison placed the bowl to the side, not knowing if the meat was really from a tropical bird or a once-living person. Jaison continued to help the warriors throughout the day, he managed to heal around 6 warriors, but they would have to come back for the next few days for Tanua to check upon them. It was slowly becoming night and the natives were gathering for a celebration of some sort. Jaison decided to stay help the injured for a while longer, not wanting to. He knew that the longer was there the more could die back at the military camp the people he had escaped with had hopefully got to, he wanted to help the injured there, he wanted to help everyone even if they were Amazonians. Jaison was struggling to keep himself awake and much to the amusement of the girl he was looking after she had to keep prodding him and shaking him to stop him from falling to sleep.

He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder and a kind voice at his ear.

"You have done well today my medic, but your job here isn't finished, so come I will give you a bed" He felt a few pairs of gentle hands lift him high into the air, the voices of cheering native filling the night. He looked slightly to the side as he was carried off. The natives were shaking their hips and

dancing in a Tahitian-like dance, the difference being the more sexual and warrior-like movements. He noticed a young woman, most likely a soldier that they had captured the night before, was spitted like a pig and was slowly being hoisted over the fire. He wanted to scream, he wanted to try to save her, but he could barely stay awake let alone talk or move.

He didn't know where he was, but he could feel himself being laid down on a large pile of furs. A brown-skinned, like that of a Polynesian, the figure moved towards him, her their well-rounded, not too big and just big enough to make any man fall in love, moved towards him. He tried to sit up but was quickly pinned by the figure, her skin was soft and welcoming as she pressed herself against him. She giggled gently as she put her mouth to his ear.

"You didn't eat earlier, you have left me no choice, I want you alive and for that, you must eat." He recognized the voice, it was the same as the one he heard earlier, the voice was of Pelana. He felt around berry being placed against his lips. Hungrily he ate the fruit.

"Good, Tanua wasn't lying when she said the meat wasn't human, I can promise that my sisters would never do that to some I am taking care of" she few him a few more, before giving him an extraordinarily strong alcoholic drink. He was now feeling even more tired than he was before. He drifted back onto the furs. Pelana moved behind him with feline-like flexibility. She fed him a few more of the sweet fruits. Once he was finished eating, he lay back in the arms of the terrifying but beautiful woman. She kissed his lips, as she moved around to his front. She lay across him happily hugging him. He could feel her mouth smiling against his chest.

She sat up and looked down at him. He was deep in sleep as she started to remove his clothes. Once he was stripped, she wrapped him in a large fur blanket, then placed him in a comfortable position. She turned to the guards that had helped her carry him into her hut.

"Leave, celebrate I shall stay and care for our little medic, we will need him if we are to save our warriors." The warriors left and Pelana was left alone with her prey. She lay down next to him, she stared at his face examining his features. He wasn't exactly handsome, but cute, like a small animal, weak, harmless, naïve, too kind for his own good. She wished that he would have eaten more, that way he would have had more energy to do his work, and she wouldn't have had to drag him to her room. She stood and walked over to the fire lanterns that lit the interior of her hut. She washed off her war paint and sat beside him, looking over his nude body. She smiled to herself. He really thought she would let such a cute toy walk free, she still has so much to learn about him, so many things she wanted him to teach her, like how the humans predict the weather and how they make such strong alcohol, and why they wear so many clothes, and why is he so kind towards his sworn enemy. She wanted to why he faced imminent danger with a cool but terrified face like he had done when they first met.

She didn't know why, but she found herself nuzzling into his chest and wrapping his arms around herself, again she didn't know why but the feel and warmth of his body was strangely relaxing. He was a human, a sub-species to her, yet she couldn't help but to just watch him, like he was an animal at the zoo, she had to admire though his dedication to work how despite knowing full well that the natives were going to probably kill him he still dedicated himself to save their wounded. She pulled the furs over herself, and she began to drift off into a deep sleep a small smile on her lips, lying against his not muscular but still surprisingly strong chest.

Tanua was down by the lake, washing the blood off her skin that night after they ate the captive woman, they had made two male captives fight to the death, the loser was eaten, and the winner was sacrificed to the goddess of war. She had enjoyed the painful faces of both men throughout their last night. She thought back to Jaison's face earlier that day, he was like a shy, scared little bomta (a rabbit-like creature, but slightly larger and fluffier) the memory of it made her laugh slightly, she

wanted to see that face again. She washed off her ceremonial paint, the feeling of the cold water was welcoming to her skin since it had been a surprisingly heated ceremony with many warriors taking male captives as sex toys for the night, many girls also pairing with other Amazonians as well as the men. She had even been tempted to join them but for one reason or another, she had decided no to. She walked back to the camp and into the sleeping hut that the princess and the head warrior were sleeping in. She climbed into the bed of furs and cuddled against Pelana and the first warrior that Jaison had healed.

"Good night your majesty," She said planting a soft kiss on Pelana's forehead.

"Good night my little bomta," she said planting a kiss on the chest of Jaison. She wrapped her nude body around him and drifted off into a deep sleep. Soon the head warrior entered the hut and repeated the same routine as Tanua, before stripping off her clothes and falling asleep on the arm of Jaison.