Chapter 1 - A lost battle.

"This battle is lost" Lux whispered to herself as she overviewed the battlefield from the save distance she would always keep. 
Her usually optimistic, friendly character was overshadowed by doubt as she saw another one of her allies fall. 
It was in that exact moment that she saw something in the corner of her eyes. She instantly tried to dodge, but it was already to late. The arrow had hit her in her right shoulder. 
A sudden fear filled her and without thinking she began to run.
Down the river. Faster, faster! 
Only now she began to feel the pain in her shoulder and the blood dripping through her blue, skin tight, cloth amor that  she always wore beneath her heavy breast plate. 
The wound was drawing on her stamina and it was just now that she realized that the arrow stuck in her shoulder was no normal arrow. 
It was an arrow fired by that corrupted archer Varus, blighted with dark magic! She had read about those, she knew she had to remove it!
The pain intensified and she was losing her breath. "There, a tree!" 
With her last breath she reached it, fell down behind it and struggeled for air. As she regained her senses she had a first clear look at the wound.
It was hopeless, she had to remove her heavy armor to pull the arrow out. So she got rid of her breastplate within seconds, as she had done hundrets of times before. 
In anticipation of the pain ahead of her, she layed back with her back to the tree and closed her eyes as she reached for the arrow. 
She pulled. 
Tears were filling her closed eyes as the agony spread from her shoulder.
Again she realized that she was more a girl than a women, to young for the cruelty of battle. 
She almost fainted. Sitting beneath the tree, trying to overcome the pain, and regain her senses, she heard the footsteps. 
Shocked, she jumped to her feet, completely ignoring the pain in her shoulder. 
She tried to run, but it was to late. The corruped chain has already catched on to her feet. She couldn't move. 
Her fear faded, and deep desperation took its place as she turned around to see the dark marksman approaching.
He walked slowly, with another arrow drawn in his terrifying bow. Lux dropped to her knees again. 
Nothing of her happy nature was left. She had resigned. Still on her knees she lowered her head with closed eyes. 
She was wounded, rooted and unarmored - she decided that she didn't want to see the final arrow coming. 
Seconds went by.
Was she dead already? No. 
She was trembling. 
The pain in her shoulder got the best of her again. 
Suddenly she felt a cold hand around her neck, brutally smashing her back against the tree. She didn't realize what was happening.
Her usual brilliant mind was clouded by desperation and pain.
It wasn't until she felt the cold wind touching the bare skin of her breasts and the grass tickling her legs, that she realized that the corrupted archer had by now completly ripped apart her blue clothing. 
The sudden realisation made her clinge her legs together with all the force she had left. 
"No!" she screamed with her bright, but now trembling voice. 
"Don't make this harder on yourself than it has to be" Varus replied with his dark, strangley echoing voice. 
"No!". The archer drew an arrow and used it to cut her in her left breast. It wasn't a deep cut, but the dark magic attached to the arrow left a bruning pain. 
Overcome by the agony she tried to scream, but her voice broke. She felt her strengh leaving her body and the strong marksman had no struggle to spread her legs apart now. 
She began to cry. She felt the small rinse of blood running down her sweaty breast. 
Her entire body was covered in sweat from the pain and fear by now. 
She felt Varus forcefully spreading her young, virgin pussy with his hand, but the pain inflicted by that was almost insignifcant. 
She glanced down, the tears in her eyes made it hard to see. 
But there it was. Something hard and black and she could only assume that the corruption that spreads across of Varus body had also covered his dick. 
She was mortified as Varus closed in on her. 
She was completely helpless. Weakend, with a bruning cut on her young breast, spreaded, powerless legs and forced by a hand around her neck against the tree. 
She closed her tearing eyes in anticipation of what was coming. 
She screamed. 
The archer has violently thrusted his corruped dick into her vigin pussy. 
The pain was overwhelming. Her whole inside was burning. 
The corruption left a burning pain everywhere it touched her inside. 
And with every stroke of Varus, the agony intensified. 
She completely lost sense of all of her surroundings. 
All there was were the pain of the cut on her sweaty breast. 
The feeling of her breasts shaking with every forcefull, remorseless push Varus did. 
The burning pain forcing itself deeper and deeper with every stroke inside of her. 
Varus obviously wasn't aiming for her pleasure. 
She couldn't tell how long it took but soon she would feel his semen inside of her. 
The very same second Varus loosened his grip around her neck and turned away. 
Lux was powerless. The moment varus didn't push her against the tree anymore she fell over. 
There she was. Mostly naked. Lying on her right side. Her body completely covered in sweat, a small blood rin running across her breasts from the cut in her left breast. Between her legs she felt blood 
and semen in equal parts dripping out of her abused pussy, running across the backside of her right leg and dripping into the grass. She was trembling a little, but she had no energy left.
She cried until everything around her went black. 