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Fortunatus Light of Dark
by AJ Marks
Chapter 1
Ami stood in her orange prison clothes as the jury finished their verdict.
“Guilty.”
Ami heard the word, knowing the punishment coming. She still had a hard time understanding how they could find her guilty? A terrorist act that killed thousands, actually ten thousand, one hundred and thirty-six, as the prosecution so fondly reminded everyone in the courtroom.
She had no friends in this world. Her lawyer, strangely, seemed sympathetic. The only one who even dared take her as a client. The one person who still talked to her. Ami had the feeling he thought she was innocent, despite the evidence the prosecution brought forth.
Her lawyer did warn her the odds of being found innocent were slim. He was honest with her, everything was for show, nothing more, and despite his abilities, and they both understood the end result.
Now hearing the verdict, she felt glad the courtroom was empty. The first day of the trial people filled the room, shouting angry insults at her, disrupting the trial. Since that first day the courtroom had been empty, but the trial was televised throughout the nation.
“Miss Ami Lewk, you have been found guilty,” the judge said, looking down at her from where he sat. “The law allows several punishments, but the recommendation is banishment though the portal. I give you this one chance to admit your guilt to the world. Allow yourself to go through with a clean conscience.”
Ami’s shoulders slumped slightly knowing nothing she said made a difference. They would push her though the portal no matter what. She gave some thought to her words before finally speaking up.
“I was never thought of as innocent, it’s supposed to be innocent until proven guilty, I was guilty and had to prove myself innocent,” she finally said, seeing her words anger the judge slightly, but he quickly recovered himself.
“Your sentence is to be carried out immediately,” he said.
Ami trembled slightly, even as two guards moved forward, seizing her. Fear rendered her unable to move as they carried her down the hallway, past the cheering crowd. Their faces blurred going past. Her mind blank, unable to comprehend what was about to happen.
A shoe struck her from somewhere in the crowd, bringing her back to reality. Looking into the crowd, the hatred in their eyes for her felt surreal. A few more things were thrown, but quickly stopped when one struck a guard.
Entering the portal room, Ami looked frozen. Her fate to be tossed into the portal. No one knew exactly where a person went after going through. Science first created it hoping to open the window for space travel. Some thought it was a wormhole, linking two points in space. The other main theory stated it was a gate to another dimension.
Ami had read all of those theories, but the one that came to her mind, it went nowhere, and killed anyone who entered. A deathtrap that people walked through. This theory was the reason criminals were sent through, a way to rid society of the burden of such men and women. If they survived, then they were someone else’s problem.
“Here,” a guard said, placing her wrists in cuffs, and placing a note on her outfit.
Reality setting in she began to struggle. The rational part of her brain knowing it was fruitless, they could easily pick up her small, five foot frame and toss it in.
“I’m innocent!” Ami yelled, hoping to appeal to someone, anyone’s, sense of justice.
“Yeah, whatever,” one guard whispered, his voice would not be picked up on the microphones and broadcast on TV.
The portal, a large circular disk down the corridor. Ami heard the high-pitched noise, knowing it was powered up. They threw her into the corridor, slamming it shut. Seconds later the portal activated. She knew what would happen next, had seen it a few times on TV. The wall would push her towards the portal, only a few feet away.
Beating on the wall, digging her heels in, nothing worked as she was pushed towards the portal. Inch by inch she moved towards it, too fast, yet slow enough for the cameras to capture everything.
Reaching out to try to brace herself against the portal frame she slipped, her hand entering the portal. In a second it pulled her in. A last scream, ending the moment she entered the portal. Flashes of blue and grey danced in front of her. She felt nauseous, as something seemed to touch her all over, pushing and pulling at her. She heard a voice whispered from the void.
“Hope lives!”
*****
Tess stretched in her chair, looking over at the approach of two women. One dressed in armor the other a mage’s robe. She wondered what they wanted, especially because both of them were approaching her. She looked over at Lycos, her schedule manager, and waved him away.
“Empress, we have a meeting with Leon in twenty minutes,” he said.
“And we have something we need to discuss with the Empress, it’s important,” Becca, the palace commander stated back at him. Becca stood a couple of inches shorter than Lycos but dressed in armor she appeared larger as the man backed down for the moment.
“Tell Leon I’ll meet with him tomorrow, something has come up,” Tess said. “Move my other appointments around to fit him in tomorrow.”
Lycos appeared to protest but a glare by Tess caused him to quickly stop and headed out of the room leaving Tess with Becca and Carrie, a short red-head who commanded the battlemages in her army.
“So, what brings you both here?” Tess asked, trying the direct path for a change.
“We’ve captured a Zero-Mage,” Becca said, looking rather proud of that.
“A new one at that,” Carrie stated, causing Tess to think about that. The Zero-Mages were a dangerous group coming from some unknown place. They were highly skilled in manipulation and processed great evil in their hearts. Tess knew of them and had early on in her career worked with one. She knew how they would manipulate someone. She barely survived her first encounter with one of them.
They also tried to make great machines, easily destroyed by magic. They had no magic themselves, which game them the name, Zero-Mage. Some thought they had given up their powers for control of others. Tess, however, had other information that few others knew. She found out that information shortly after conquering the capital.
“All right, bring him here,” Tess said, hoping that she might gain even more information from this new Zero-Mage.
Tess leaned back in her chair waiting as Becca walked back out.
“Actually, he is a she,” Carrie stated. “And I suggest we kill her quickly.”
“Not yet,” Tess stated, holding up a hand stalling any further comment from her fiery mage. “Carrie, we need information and she might be a good source for it,” Tess finally answered. “If we killed them all, we will never know where they are coming from.”
“Not sure that matters,” Carrie muttered, her impatient personality coming though. Tess wondered, not for the first time, how Carrie had become so good with magic with that personality. Perhaps her personality encouraged her to become stronger.
The doors opened again, allowing Becca back into the room, followed this time with two guards, flanking a petite young woman with long blonde hair, wide green eyes and a heart-shaped face. Tess realized this girl was vastly different from any previous Zero-Mage.
Tess stood, and calmly walked over to the small girl, realizing she stood maybe five feet tall. The small frame trembled as Tess looked at the outfit. The typical orange outfit with wrist-cuffs on, which gave Tess no doubt the girl was a Zero-Mage. The question now in Tess’ mind became what to do with her? Tess looked the girl over a bit more realizing the girl had yet to say anything.
“What’s you name little one?” Tess asked, motioning for the guards to move away. They moved to the sides of the room but ready to jump in if anything happened. Not that Tess cared, as she could take care of herself easily. She focused on the girl repeating her question again.
“A-Ami,” her soft, fearful voice answered.
“Ami, do you know where you are?” Tess asked.
“No.”
Tess frowned at that answer. The girl had to know something about where she was. “Stand over here,” Tess ordered, wanting to see the girl in a better light. Tess watched as Ami quickly moved to the spot. The suddenness and almost completely submissive behavior puzzled Tess. She looked at the girl again getting a sudden, reckless thought. She looked over at Carrie and Becca both of them seemed to realize Tess had some crazy idea.
“Empress?” Carrie questioned, upon seeing the look.
Tess ignored her turning back to Ami, before taking out her wand. With a quick flick of her wrist the shackles on her wrists fell to the ground. Tess walked up leaning down slightly tow whisper in the girl’s ear. “Now Ami, don’t move, okay?”
She watched the blonde nod a bit. Her fear apparent as her eyes never left the wand. Tess backed up and with another flick of her wrist shredded the girl’s clothes. Ami reacted as any woman would in such a position, one arm covering her small breasts, the other shielding her womanhood.
“Stand up, hands by your sides, now!” Tess commanded, standing in front of Ami. She counted twenty heartbeats before Ami slowly straightened and put her hands by her side. Tess took a moment to look the girl over now taking in all the girl’s treasures. She could see the small body trembling, even as a blush covered her cheeks and spread down to her chest.
Tess took a moment to look over the cute breasts and nipples, though small, but looked very cute. Glancing further down she noticed the girl shaved her sex. Tess reached out feeling the smooth skin watching as the girl shivered slightly from the touch.
“Very nice,” Tess whispered in the girl’s ear. Tess allowed her hand to trail up and cover one breast, causing a sudden intake of breath by Ami. Tess teased the girl’s nipple feeling it harden under her fingers. “You like this?”
She saw the girl’s green eyes widen slightly but said nothing. It did not matter to Tess, she already had something in mind for the girl.
“Don’t worry little one, I think we can have some fun,” Tess said, realizing the girl had not moved. Ami seemed a perfect submissive, waiting for someone to control her. With a caress of the other breasts Tess got a feel for the soft globe, that despite small, seemed perfect for the girl. She bent down kissing the girl. Tess’ tongue demanded entrance and Ami yielded easily. Tess broke off after a few seconds looking back into the girl’s eyes, which while still wide with fear, seemed to hold something else now.
Tess walked back to the desk giving both Carrie and Becca a smile at their shocked expressions. Carrie appeared ready to burst out with some remark, but Tess had to give the mage credit for exercising such control.
“Having fun,” Becca asked, loud enough for both Tess and Carrie to hear.
“Yep, watch this,” Tess said, turning back to Ami who had not moved. “Turn around, your back to me,” Tess commanded, making a circular motion with her hand. She watched as the girl turned and now had her back to her. Tess took a moment to take in the girl’s lovely ass before returning back to her plan. “Now, spread your legs,” Tess said watching as the girl hesitantly spread them with encouragement to spread them wider. Tess watched as the girl finally spread her legs wide enough for Tess.
“Can’t believe you’re doing this,” Becca said
“Yeah, you’re giving the guards hard-ons, its making me sick,” Carrie said. Tess knew she might work with other male mages but when it came to relationships or sex, she an intense dislike for males.
“I’m not done yet,” Tess replied turning her attention back to Ami. “Now bend over,” she ordered to the girl. Tess watched her back go rigid with fear, before she finally obeyed. “Very nice little one,” Tess said, her eyes roaming over the sight.
“You are evil,” Becca said. Tess watched as one of the guards adjusted himself, but remained in place as Ami remained bend over, her hands still at her side.
Tess walked back over to Ami, taking a moment to admire the girl’s beauty and submissiveness. She reached out and brushed the girl’s hair off her neck and tracing from her neck all the way down her spine before pausing at the girl’s dark hole, before finally finishing up and running though the girl’s cleft feeling some moisture there. Tess said nothing, but they both knew the little secret that Ami had somehow enjoyed this. It would make Tess’ idea that much easier.
“Stand back up and face me,” Tess ordered, watching the girl obey, her face now completely red with humiliation. “Beautiful,” Tess said giving Ami’s cheek a soft touch before pulling out her wand. She noticed Ami’s eyes widen at the wand as Tess gave it a flick and a thin leather collar appeared on the girl’s neck. “Congratulations little one, you’ve passed. I now have a new pleasure slave. Follow me.”
Tess turned and with a wink towards Carrie and Becca led her new slave out of the room. She had plans for her.
*****
Ami hurried along the corridor, barely keeping up with the tall woman. Her nerves had yet to calm down from what happened. She looked down at the woman’s feet not wanting to meet anyone else’s eyes as she walked nude though the corridors. She felt ashamed at how easily the woman aroused her. She put the blame on all the submissive stories she read on the internet, imagining herself in those positions with a powerful master. She realized reading and fantasizing about it were vastly different from actually doing such things, though still exciting.
Ami still questioned her sanity after what happened. She obeyed almost without thought as if the woman had placed some magical spell over her. Of course the wand the woman used seemed dangerous enough to Ami. She knew she was no longer back in her world, such actions were unheard of. She wondered exactly how it worked and what unknown technology it used.
She followed the woman through a door and entered a large room. The room held a desk along the wall, a large table near the middle of the room and a sofa with end tables and a large rug in front of the fireplace. The fireplace itself appeared open to another room on the other side of the wall. She noticed a doorway on the same wall and assumed they were part of the same group of rooms.
She froze slightly in both fear and anticipation that the woman would want to have sex now. Ami saw no bed and wondered if they would be doing it on the sofa instead. A bit odd, but realized to survived she would have to follow the woman’s orders for now. The woman walked over to a drawer pulling out some white fabric.
“Here, put that on,” the woman said tossing it over to Ami.
She managed to catch it and realized it was a shirt. She fumbled it for a few moments before she finally had it on and felt slightly better. The shirt covered her but not by much and if she bent over she would be exposing herself to anyone behind her. She pulled her hair out from the collar and waited for what might come next.
“Now, we have a few ground rules to go over so come over her and sit down,” the woman said, sitting on the sofa. Ami followed sitting down carefully to not expose herself, hearing a slight chuckle from the woman. “No need for modesty, I’ve already seen it all and I’ll be exploring it even more real soon.”
Ami blushed at that thought, but did not change her movements. She looked up into the woman’s blue eyes waiting for what she had to say. In the stories she read a situation like this she would learn the rules of her position.
“First off, you are now the pleasure slave of the Empress, me, as such the only person you have to worry about pleasing is, well, me. Do that and you’ll live a long happy life in luxury. Disobey me and the punishments are quite interesting, and painful, and while you will never be physically scarred, the pain, well, it will be plenty,” the woman said, causing Ami to shiver as her imagination at some things went into overdrive for a few seconds.
“Second, in public you are to address me as Mistress, in private, Tess. I enjoy my slave to call out my name when they cum,” the woman, or Tess, said. Ami thought it a bit strange for such a thing but said nothing about it. “Now, the only other main rule is you are to have no other lovers but me. If I catch you in someone else’s arms or bed without my orders both your life, and theirs, are forfeit, understand?”
“Y-Yes mistress,” Ami replied nodding her head. A slight chuckle caused Ami to frown as Tess smiled.
“I told you to call me Tess in private, and considering we’re in my private chambers, you can call me Tess,” she said to her.
“Yes Mis…I mean Tess,” Ami said, fumbling with the words thinking about the fact she was with the Empress. That thought caused a question to come to mind, what about the Emperor?
“What’s your question?” Tess asked, shocking Ami who looked back up into the blue eyes. “Your face is easy to read little one.”
Ami felt unsure if she should be insulted or not, but took a breath, and asked her question. “Um, what about your husband? You know, the Emperor?” Ami looked down waiting, hoping she had not angered Tess. The woman’s laugh caused Ami to look back up again, seeing the blue eyes twinkle.
“I have no husband, nor do I want one,” Tess answered her. “So you don’t have to worry about him trying anything on you. Now I have a question for you, who are you? You don’t seem like the normal type to appear even though you’re dressed the same.”
Ami seemed slightly shocked at the question, then realized she was not the first person sentenced through the wormhole. Many others already sent though, and with their murderous behaviors, Ami felt a bit glad she had not been executed on the spot. She looked up to see Tess still waiting for an answer.
“Um, well, it’s hard to explain, where I come from we use a wormhole to sent convicted criminals out of our society and, well, over here,” Ami said wondering what might happen next.
“Criminals, eh, I see, that makes sense on why those who appear are so evil,” Tess said. “Many people think where you come from is some sort of hell, sending demons to conquer us.”
“But you don’t think that, why?” Ami asked, now curious about this dark-haired woman who was now her master.
“I met the first person who came through, he said he was a scientist. I learned a few things about this wormhole and he theorized that others were now being sent through, but had no idea about who they were,” Tess replied back to Ami, thinking back to the man, wishing she had met him earlier. “You, little one, do not fit the normal profile.”
Ami’s shoulders dropped at the realization, only a few hours ago, she had been in courtroom and convicted of a terrorist act. “No, I was found guilty of a crime,” she stated looking up into the blue eyes before looking back down. “It was for killing ten thousand one hundred and sixteen people.”
Ami focused on her knee, not wanting to look up to see the disgust that would be on Tess’ face. After several seconds she felt two fingers under her chin forcing her to look up into Tess’ face. She saw something in those eyes she had not seen directed towards her in what seemed like a long time.
“I doubt that,” Tess finally said. Ami felt glad they were sitting down, because if she had stood, she would have fallen for sure. She felt numb at the thought that Tess, someone who had humiliated her so much, did not believe in her guilt. “I can see you doubt my words, come over here,” Tess said.
Ami felt herself pulled over onto Tess’ lap, the Empress’ arms wrapped around her. Suddenly one hand cupped her breast and the other felt between her legs. Despite the shock, Ami shivered slightly at the touch.
“That’s why,” Tess said, causing Ami to frown a bit at the logic. “Little one, you are such a natural submissive that I doubt you would have hurt one person, let alone thousands without being ordered to do so by someone else. Did someone?”
Ami shook her head no, as tears welled up in her eyes and her throat constricted limited her speech.
“So, they send an innocent person over here, how cruel,” Tess said, as tears finally rolled down Ami’s cheeks. Ami felt herself pulled into a warm, safe cocoon and allowed her emotions to burst though. She somehow understood her new mistress would keep her safe.
End Part 1
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