Contributed by - Ed
Chapter Two: Arthur vs. Dignity
[Three days earlier]
Four steps to the south- turn, four steps to the north- turn, four steps
to the south- turn. Angry and depressed, Arthur paced back and forth in
his little dark room. An exercise interrupted when the small toes of his
right foot met the aluminum leg of his cot. Arthur stumbled backwards in
the dark; fell on the sawdust floor clutching his throbbing toes in both
hands. He swore, shouting curses at the walls. Right then he wanted his
foot to stop hurting, he wanted out of the locked room, but most of all
he wanted revenge against the man who had humiliated him that day. He
hated Hook for a number of reasons; one being that the man was such a
hypocrite. The ranger had punished Gretya so cruelly for her behavior,
but Arthur knew his big secret: Hook wasn't nearly as loyal and faithful
as he let people believe.
Back before they locked his door every evening, Arthur had spent many
nights outside his quarters when he couldn't sleep. Sometimes he scaled
a tree and climbed onto the roof to get a better look around the camp.
On certain weeknights during the summer Arthur noticed a light briefly
coming on in the ranger's house about one AM. Then, at about the same
time, a woman walked by, using a trail that passed by the horse pens and
skirted around the main campground. Even on the darkest nights this
woman never carried a flashlight. Being a curious sort, Arthur just had
to know; so one night he followed her past the pond and the pavilion all
the way down to the boat docks. She was not alone; Hook had been
waiting.
Hook and his wife were often together around the campground on weekends.
She was an unusually tall woman, every bit as tall as him. This mystery
woman, who met him late at night, stood a head shorter. The ranger's
teenage daughter wasn't the only one having late night romantic
encounters; Hook was having his own bit of fun with some other woman
when the wife wasn't around.
Arthur felt behind him, and rolled onto his cot. Faint bands of light
projected onto the east wall, moonlight streamed through horizontal gaps
in the metal vent set four meters above. His toes throbbed, his
shoulders and back ached from another long difficult day, and the welts
on his skin had turned to painful deep bruises. Arthur looked up at the
vent.
�Bastard called me a dishonored, deceitful, stupid spy? Stupid!" Arthur
sprang up pointing his forefinger; staring furiously at the wall
pretending it was Hook. "That's it! My two days of good behavior are
over!"
Arthur felt around in the dark until he located his left work boot. He
reached inside and pulled a three-inch piece of flat metal out, his
latest bit of treasure. He dropped to his hands and knees in front of
the door and cleared away the sawdust, and then Arthur began excavating
the loose soil using the flat metal to scoop it into an empty metal
bucket. He had just thought of a use for some of the junk he kept in his
secret stash.
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[Four hours earlier]
It was another fine day in June; the place was a large campground set in
the wilderness twenty-five kilometers east of the dam. Clear sky, hot
and sunny; the campers loved it. Criminal # 88588 was clearing out a
ditch with a shovel on a path by one of the lower campgrounds near the
lake.
Two young women jogged along the path for the third time in an hour,
completely naked except for socks and running shoes. Arthur figured the
two were either close friends or sisters. One had the tightly braided
hair, the other was maybe a year younger, her loose brown hair clearly
showed she was still in high school. Time slowed- they stopped just a
few meters away, breathing fast- naked breasts jiggled in time with
their swelling and contracting chests. The older one whispered in the
other girl's ear and playfully slapped her bottom as they turned toward
their tent.
They didn't get dressed though. Arthur's breath hung in his throat when
they returned with two beach towels, and a bottle of suntan lotion. Two
towels were placed in a sunny spot in the grass just across the stone
path. The younger girl lies down on her stomach, the other knelt by her
side to apply the lotion to her back, drizzling it generously down the
girl's spine. She squealed and giggled at the sensation of cold cream
against her warm skin, the older one ignored the girl's protests and
massaged over shoulders, neck, and back and then squirted some on her
bottom. Careful not to waste a drop, she drew a forefinger along the
crease, gathering lotion that had collected between the younger girl's
buttocks. The girl shifted, making a gentle mmm sound and wiggling her
hips as her friend massaged lotion onto upper thighs and bottom cheeks,
she was meticulous and thorough, long sensitive fingers spread a slick
coating of lotion so the wet curves of her companion's skin reflected
white in the bright midday sun.
Arthur couldn't seem to concentrate on cleaning out the ditch anymore.
He stood in mid-shovel, his eyes pulled involuntarily to the left toward
a sunny spot in the grass. He could have sworn the older one glanced at
him mischievously, and then... Oh god... I can't look at this!
She shifted to better reach her friend's legs and that gave the criminal
a more direct view from behind. She caught the eyes of the criminal
standing beyond her friend's feet and then she gently but firmly tugged
her friend's left thigh just above the knee, parting her legs, exposing
her young friend to a complete stranger and a convicted criminal. She
looked at him directly this time, smiling wickedly, then squirted more
lotion in her hand and smoothed it seductively up and down each thigh,
moving higher with every stroke.
The older one shifted position, leaning back more, spreading her own
knees wider in the grass, before going back to massaging her friend.
With a palm sliding along each thigh she locked eyes with the criminal
and squeezed a cheek in each hand, spreading the girl's buttocks
completely open to his view. Bright sunlight fell upon the pink slit of
the girl's pussy and a white drop of lotion had run down to collect on
the tiny pink star of her anus. Arthur could see the girl's excitement,
the wetness between her legs... that of her older friend too. The older
one smiled wickedly, drawing breath quickly; she licked her full lips.
Her full breasts undulated as she massaged, teased and exposed her
companion. Her once shy hazel eyes were now focused unabashedly on him
as if she was offering her young friend to him... use her that look
said... use her mouth... use her pussy... her ass..."
"Criminal # 88588!" The ranger's angry voice slapped Arthur back to
reality.
The girls wrapped up in towels and jogged away giggling and glancing
back a couple times. Arthur looked down. "Oh shit!" Criminals weren't
allowed to cover themselves; he didn't have anything except a shovel
anyway, and that would maybe look even more obscene.
Hook was riding toward him seated on that terrible black horse; the
ranger's eyes narrowed. Behind him rode several more- tourists going on
a trail ride. Arthur's shovel handle slipped from a hand and fell loudly
on the rock path. He stepped out of the ditch, skin burning with shame.
The tourists that followed the ranger whispered and pointed and stared.
�You will stand right there, is that clear Criminal # 88588?"
Arthur wished his erection would go away far quicker than it was,
bobbing in front of all these people, pointing northward like some
humiliating compass needle. "Yes sir, I understand."
The group of riders drew close stopping horses right behind the ranger.
Hook's expression shifted, less angry, crueler. He turned to address the
tourists. "This is Criminal number 88588, a dishonored young man who
continues to disgrace himself.
�These good people are minding their own business and you stand there
like that- I believe you owe them an apology."
Arthur wanted badly to crawl in a hole somewhere but he had to face
them. The smirking, giggling group of wretched tourists and the hated
ranger stared at him, waiting, Arthur turned in their general direction
without looking at any of them. "I...I apologize for my disgraceful
behavior." Arthur looked to Hook to see if that was enough.
�I think you should do better, get down on your knees and apologize
properly. Show these people the respect they deserve and apologize to
each one... and criminal number 88588," Hook said, "be sure to look them
in the eyes."
Arthur got down on his knees in front of the group, looking to each
smirking face in turn. "Sir, please forgive my disgraceful behavior." He
looked up at the woman mounted beside him. "Ma'am, please forgive my
disgraceful behavior..."
After thirteen apologies, hook wasn't through yet. Hook rode past and
demanded Arthur kneel down facing him, with his forehead on the ground,
knees wide apart, his welt-covered backside turned toward the riders.
�Perhaps," The ranger mocked. "You recognized this dishonored criminal
from the news, this young man is the convicted American spy. But I don't
think he's all that dangerous, in fact, this criminal is awfully
stupid... see the switch marks on his hide? He can't even follow the
simplest instruction... Criminal # 88588, why don't you tell these fine
people why you were punished this week."
�I violated my curfew sir." Walking around in public with his butt and
thighs all purple and blue was humiliating enough without being
displayed like this to the wretched tourists. Arthur burned with
embarrassment, he could feel them all staring, hear crude remarks from
some of the men and laughter from the women.
"I do hope the police straightened out his behavior this time." Hook
laughed to the crowd. "I've never seen an animal that required so much
beating." The ranger mounted his horse. "Stand up Criminal number 88588,
there are others you need to apologize to."
Hook had Arthur walk to the campsite of the two 'innocent and virtuous'
sunbathers and apologize to them and their extended families. Everyone
looked contemptuously at him, or laughed at his predicament... after a
miserable fifteen minutes Hook sent him back to work. The ranger smugly
rode off making snide remarks to the other riders, getting laughs at the
criminal's expense. Arthur worked hard, trying to wear himself out and
forget about what had just happened.
But Arthur couldn't stop thinking about it. He felt like such an idiot
for letting some bitches tease him for a cheap thrill. They laughed at
him. He should have known. No free Danubian woman has to chase after a
lowly male criminal; he was the only one in danger of getting screwed
that day. After a couple more hours of hard work, the dinner bell rang,
and Arthur sadly walked back to the stables to clean up, lamenting the
fact that there just wasn't enough blood in the male body to run both a
penis and a brain at the same time.
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