She didn’t believe in lunar prisons (The Induction of Satine by JL Peridot) – #SciFi #Erotica #FreeBook

Blurb

Satine didn’t believe in lunar prisons. That is, until she got shipped out to the one on her planet’s outermost moon. There, she’s assigned to Warden Jet, a fine specimen on the facility payroll—highborn, broad shouldered, fit as hell, and intent on ‘rehabilitating’ his new charge.

Excerpt

“Do you know where you are, Inmate Luna?” he asked.

 

“Inmate …”

 

“You’re on Bellerophon,” he continued. “Do you know where that is?”

 

A black hole opened up in my chest. I knew Bellerophon, our planet’s outermost moon. Hidden behind a larger, closer satellite, it was so rarely observed that people were starting to doubt it existed. But I remembered what I learned in school. Bellerophon was over four hundred thousand miles from home.

 

And here I was, all alone, shackled to a metal desk. No one knew I’d even left the city. Not my parents. Not my friends. Not even the mistress of the Night Foxes. Not that I could call on her anyway. She made that clear on many occasions.

 

I untangled my knotted fingers. “When it’s just the two of us, maybe you could call me Satine?”

 

“Not to worry,” he chuckled. “The titles are just a formality. Between the two of us, we can call you whatever we like. We’ll be spending a lot of time together.”

 

“We … we will?”

 

“Why, yes, didn’t Warden Genevieve explain it to you on the way up?”

 

“Explain … what?”

 

“We’ll start you off on a twelve week disciplinary sentence—”

 

“Twelve weeks?!”

 

He smiled and kept explaining. Something about direct engagement, regular reviews, processes, journeys. But it all blurred and faded as I plunged into the warmth of his voice. The drugs dulled my fear but heightened my senses. While he spoke, I followed the line of his jaw, watched his perfectly shaped lips move, wondered what they would feel like on my neck, in the fold of my elbows, in the creases of my thighs.

 

“Satine?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“I need you to confirm your acknowledgement with a thumbprint. Just here, please.”

 

It was time to find me new clothes. Warden Jet ushered me into an empty change room and shut the door behind us. It beeped as it locked, then displayed a scan of my body with measurements and sizing details. I was still fully dressed in the clothes I came up with, yet this place could tell so much about me.

 

In dismay, I watched a dispenser at the end of a small locker spit out a black uniform. It was made of sheer fabric and folded in a perfect square.

 

“What about the clothes I’m wearing now?”

 

“For safety and hygiene reasons, they’ll be sent to a deprinter, the organic materials used for biofuel and the synthetic fibres recycled. I’m sorry, you cannot keep anything you brought with you.”

 

I clutched the square in my arms, waiting for him to go. But he made no move to leave.

 

“It’s policy that I watch you disrobe,” he informed me, adding, “with your consent, of course.”

 

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About JL Peridot

 

JL Peridot writes love letters to the future on devices from the past. She's a qualified computer scientist, former website maker, amateur horticulturist, and sometimes illustrator. But most of the time, she's an author of romantic science fiction. She lives with her partner and fur-family in Boorloo (Perth, Australia) on Whadjuk Noongar country.

Visit her website at jlperidot.com for the full catalogue of her work.