Loosely based on characters and themes from "The Butterfly Garden" written by Dot Hutchenson.

Heavy Lemons and mature themes to follow.


I ran my hands through my hair. It had been a few hours since our interrupted story, and I still haven't seen Asteria.

"You ok, man?" Eros came up behind me, patting me on the shoulder and sitting down next to me.

I sighed heavily into my hands, hanging my head. "Today was a shit day," I confessed.

He shook his head. "I get it, man. How did your set go?"

I looked up at him. "It didn't- I mean, it did, but it didn't-"

"What are you talking about?"

Before I could respond to him, there was a banging noise as the doors to the break room swung open, making way for Zeus and his smug face.

I felt anger rising in my body: what he did to Rhea was not only unnecessary but unforgivable. "Hey," I barked at him.

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk widening across his naive expression. As if he didn't do anything wrong. "Can I help you?" he asked.

I stood up from my seat, Eros staring at me in surprise. My hands were clenched at my sides. "Actually, you can't help me. But I think you owe my friend, Rhea, an apology."

I began to feel the other eyes in the room falling on me. Some people in the corner of my vision even began to peek in from the courtyard.

Zeus began to chuckle. He was easily a few inches taller than me, and definitely larger than me. "Oh I don't really think so. If anything, she should be thanking me: for giving her the best fuck of her life."

My jaw tightened. "Yeah is that what you think it was?"

"Oh I know it was," he said sternly, keeping locked eye contact on me. "Because I made sure that my cock slammed into that bitch until she couldn't see straight-"

I felt my fist connect with his nose before I could blink. A warm liquid coated my knuckles, and Zeus bent over to feel the remnants of his nose. In all reality I didn't do that much damage, just seemed to cause some bleeding and fuel his rage.

I saw his fist come towards my face, and before I could react, his other hand hit me in the sternum, sending me backwards. I landed on my back, the world spinning around me: the air wasn't coming into my lungs, no matter how hard I was inhaling. Zeus was coming towards me, leaning over me, pinning me down with his knees into my thighs.

"Should I give you a fucking? Let you know what it's like, eh?" he smiled as blood seeped out of his nose. He pulled another fist back but before he could make contact with me he froze as if he had been shot.

The entire room was dead silent: almost as if the air had escaped the room and no one could breathe. I found Zeus's gaze and followed it to the figure standing in the doorway.

The Actress was wide-eyed, shocked, and frozen in place. Her hand was over her mouth, her eyes frightened. She had on the same floor length green gown that she had on before.

Zeus stood up off of me, not offering a hand to get up. I sat up on my elbows, keeping my eyes on her.

"Both of you to your rooms," she commanded, her hand leaving her face into a fist. "Now."

Zeus hesitated, looking back at me again.

"I SAID NOW," she growled at him, her upper lip trembling. I had never seen her like this. Part of me was concerned that I upset her, but the other half of me wasn't sorry.

As I stood up from the floor and crossed the room, I felt her hardened gaze soften to disappointment. I felt like a little kid who had just been caught in a lie by his parents. I closed the door to my bedroom, hearing her turn on the automatic lock behind me.


I didn't keep track of how long I was in my time out. I was the one who started it, so what does that mean for me? What kind of punishment? Would I be the next section in her book case? Maybe if I'm lucky I will see Zeus there tomorrow.

I heard her automatic locking system retract in the door. Through the slot slid a blue envelope: I've never seen blue before. But it had to be the middle of the night. Was this my story for the next day?

PERFORMER: APOLLO
LOCATION: STAGE B
TIME: 00:30
CHARACTER DESCRIPTION:

My heart sunk into my chest. What was happening? Was this it? I felt like I couldn't breathe just as I had in the break room. Would Zeus be there?

I checked the time on my wall clock: 00:00.

Walking down the hallway, I passed by the book case. Passing by each of the bodies in their individual tanks, frozen in time. I passed Hermes, a small, spindly man who was around 26 when he was given the red envelope. I had only known him for about a year or so, but he was nice from what I heard.

Iris was next to Hermes, which was fitting because those two were best friends. They came into The Stage around the same time that year, and had many stories together. Which may be why The Actress placed their tanks next to each other. Their hands that were in the middle seemed to be reaching out to grasp the other's, if only it weren't for the glass.

The light outside Stage B was glowing, indicating the room was about to be used. A lump in my throat began to form, as my heart pounded in my chest.

Pushing the door into the back stage room, I looked around for a costume or another copy of the description: nothing. My heart began pumping faster. There was a post-it note on the mirror with handwriting on it.

Take everything off. Leave it here.

I could feel my heart in my mouth as it pumped blood to all parts of my body. I peeled my clothes off layer by layer, piling them on a chair in the corner. Glancing one last time in the mirror, I closed my eyes and pushed into the stage.


There was nothing on the stage except for a medical table in the center of the room. I could take a hint, that was where I was meant to be. The light above the one-way glass wasn't even on green: it wasn't on, period. Where was she?

I sat on the medical table, feeling its cool metal against my naked body.

"Lay down."

I heard her voice behind me, giving me goosebumps. I closed my eyes and did as she said, laying on my back onto the table, not opening my eyes until I looked up at the ceiling with a singular light shining down onto me.

"Zeus deserved so much more than what you did to him today, Apollo." I heard her heels clicking against the tile floor towards me. I still couldn't look at her. "But I do not allow violence here at The Stage. I cannot tolerate it for whatever motive it might be caused by." She was closer now.

I felt my heart beating in my ears. Was this how I was going to die? I closed my eyes again: what was my mom's face like? What did Dad do for a living? What was my name?

"Apollo," I felt her warm hand against my face, pulling me back to reality.

She had strapped my hands down near my sides and my ankles to the table. I pulled against my restraints, realizing very quickly that I was left to her demise.

"I'm not sorry," I said quickly, locking eyes with her. "What he did to Rhea was wrong, I wanted him to know that."

She had changed outfits now: she was in a floor-length black silk robe, her hair pulled into a bun on the top of her hair, with earrings complimenting the robe. She looked taken aback at my outburst.

"I understand Apollo. Like I said, I don't disagree with your motive. I disagree with your method," her lips had formed a line. "And because I do not like violence myself," she said, taking the side of my face in her hand. "I'm going to put your energy to good use. My use."

I blinked quickly. What did that mean?

I heard her walk behind me to where I couldn't see and pull up a metal table. I fought my restraints to see what she had brought with her but to no avail.

"I am good to you, Apollo," she said, fiddling with something on the table. "It is your turn to be good to me." My heart kept up its pace as I continued to look for her. She came around to me on my left side, her robe pulled down to reveal one shoulder.

"You don't get a say tonight in what happens. Your only job is to listen to me, understand?" She looked me in the eye, any hint of softness or gentleness gone from her green eyes.

I nodded.

"What was that?"

"Yes."

She grabbed my cheeks in one hand, pulling my face towards hers. "Yes. What?"

I swallowed. "Yes Ma'am."

"Better," she said contently, releasing my cheeks. I was starting to get a better picture of what I was in for. This was not something I was used to, not experienced with, I wasn't really sure if I would be able to keep up.

"What is your favorite part of a story, Apollo?" She said, undoing the knot in her robe. "Be honest with me, I know when you're lying."

My mouth dried up. Did I even 'like' the stories? Sure, biologically it was satisfying, but how could I honestly say I liked my lifestyle?

"I, uh, like pleasing the women," I expressed simply, my eyes watching her hands pull back the silk off her body to reveal her matching set covering her center and her breasts. It was matching black lace with sheer sections that was just enough to serve as a preview. I had never seen her body before: it was curvy, but only where it mattered. Her breasts looked full and plump, her hips were wide and the way she turned her legs in made it seem like she was trying to be a little bashful in showing her panties.

"Oh? That's vague," she raised her eyebrows in a bored expression. She took a step forward and pulled herself onto the table, straddling me. "Be more specific," she insisted.

"Uh," I said, my brain catching up with my eyes. "I like to make them feel good, taking my time, tasting them-" my breath hitched in my throat as she leaned down and kissed the base of my throat. She then bit lightly on my neck, causing me to pause my sentence mid-thought.

"Too vague," she murmured against my skin, biting again. "Let me see," she whispered into my ear, sucking it lightly. "You like to make them feel good- how?"

My mind was racing. "I like to please each part of them: to give each part of them attention," I wanted to put my hands on her, but was met with the solidifying tug of restraints. She felt me pull against them, and bit my ear lobe again.

"What parts do you like the best?" she whispered. I felt a piece of her hair graze my cheek, sending goosebumps up my spine.

"Your- their breasts," I stammered.

"What do you do to them?" she moved back down to my throat, tilting my head upwards so she could suck on my Adam's Apple.

"I- ugh- I like to kiss and lick them- to hold them in my hands-" I pulled against the restraints again.

"Do you like to suck on their nipples?" she asked, pressing her chest against mine. I felt my mouth go dry again.

"Yes Ma'am."

At this she continued down my sternum, taking a side course and kissing across my chest. She found one of my nipples and bit it lightly, causing me to suck air through my teeth and arch off the table. It was a weird sensation, one that I had not felt before.

I watched her hands go between her breasts, and in one quick tug her bra was set free and on the floor, and her breasts were in her hands. I let out a moan as I watched her fondle herself. Her breasts barely fit in her own hands as she massaged them. I leaned forward against my restraints to show that I wanted to be a part of it. She raised an eyebrow, noticing me.

"What do you want, Apollo?" she said, continuing her teasing.

"Can I taste your breast?" I asked.

"You want to please me?"

I nodded. "Yes Ma'am." I licked my lower lip.

She grinned softly and leaned forward, using her hands to press her breasts together. I pressed my mouth against the tops of her breasts, then kissed and bit my way to the center of them. They were soft, plump like little pillows. I kissed my way to one side where I captured one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked playfully on it. At this she let out a gasping moan.

"Is that what you like to do?" she whispered, holding my head against her chest now. I bit her nipple lightly, tugging at it and producing another gasp.

"Yes Ma'am," I said, her nipple still in my mouth.

Just as I was getting comfortable, she pulled away from me. I felt the blood pooling in the front of my body, almost in disappointment.

"Tell me more," she said, her eyebrows raised. "What other parts do you like?"

"I, I like to taste them," I said sheepishly.

"Taste them?" she smirked, reading my bashfulness. She leaned in close, grabbing my cheeks again. "Say it Apollo: Do you like to taste their pussy?"

I felt my member perk up at the idea. "Yes, Ma'am. I like to taste their pussy."

"I watch you, Apollo. You like to lick their clit, suck on it a little," she grabbed my lower lip with her teeth and pulled gently, causing my member to twitch. "And you slip your tongue into their pussy, tasting all their juices, don't you?" Another twitch.

"Y- y- yes Ma'am," I stammered.

"You take care of our ladies, don't you?" her eyebrow raised, her lips ready to strike again.

I nodded to the best of my abilities, my hips thrusting upwards. "Yes Ma'am."

"Did you like Asteria?" Her voice was even and she sat up completely.

My eyebrows furrowed as I looked her up and down, confused. "What?"

"My newest addition. She is definitely impressive, isn't she?" she brushed some loose hair out of her face.

I blinked quickly and thought back to the girl from this afternoon: her calmness, her confidence, her eyes.

The Actress raised both eyebrows at my silence. "So she has rendered you speechless?" She proceeded to dismount me and began to put her robe back on.

"Apollo, you are one of my favorites. But I cannot condone the type of aggression that was shown today."

I hear her walk behind me, grabbing something up off a metal table. A light switch is flipped, and there, on a transportable metal table, is Asteria: her hair was wrapped into a knot, her hands were tied behind her back, and she was face down on the table, her legs bent underneath her. She was completely naked. Her head flips to the side, revealing that her mouth was covered by a gag, her eyes were wide and tear-soaked. This was not the same girl I saw earlier today.

"Asteria?" I breathed, confused.

She cried through the gag, unable to tell what she said, only that it was out of fear.

"I cannot hurt you, Apollo," Actress said, walking into my view. "But I do need to teach you a lesson. Trust me, Zeus received his punishment as well." She holds up the item in her hand, revealing to me a wooden rod.

I pull against my restraints. "Don't hurt her- do it to me. I punched him."

"How many times?" Actress raised an eyebrow at me.

"What?" I could hear Asteria's breath trembling.

"How many times did you punch him?" she questioned me again.

I couldn't think straight. How many times? 1? 4? Asteria's fate was in my hands and I couldn't even remember what goddamn number it was.

"Do not make me come up with a number," she warned, nearing Asteria and walking to the other side of her, facing me.

"Three!" I grunted, pulling against my restraints again. "I punched him three times."

"Are you lying to me?" she asked. Who knows if I was or not. God help me if I was.

I shook my head. "No."

She took in a breath and let it out. "Good. By the looks of Zeus' face I would say you are right. Rise, Asteria," she had placed her hand on Asteria's lower back: instructing her to raise her butt into the air. But Asteria was trembling and frozen with fear. Her face was still to me but her eyes were tightly shut.

"Now." Actress smacked the rod off the table, creating a loud bang. Asteria let out a yelp, and trembling, leaned back into the yoga-like pose. She began crying again.

"I'm sorry," I said loudly, both to Actress and Asteria. "Please, I'm so sorry," I begged.

"And me, as well, Apollo." Actress looked me dead in the eye as she raised the rod up to her shoulder level and brought it down hard against Asteria: a loud smack echoed in the room followed by a shriek and cries through her gag. My stomach flipped and my eyes shut.

This was my fault.