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Betrayal and Punishment

Version 2.00 - By SwampRat

(C) 1989 The Brotherhood Of Pan

I was working late for the third night in a row, when my partner came over with
a fresh cup of coffee. It tasted like a Dirty Boot that had been boiled for a
week. "This came in the mail. No 'Prints', no return address." It was a video
tape case. On the seal on front a hand, a hoof, some kind of Paw, and a wedged-
shaped object made a circle, each touching. In the center was a stylized
"G". Inside, on the tape itself was a symbol. It looked like the back half of a
emphatically male horse, with a man standing behind it. All you could see of
the man was from the knees, to the midriff. It was plain he was screwing the
animal. "Another Fuck-Film. So What? We ain't Vice..." "There's a note Mack,
Addressed to us." I sighed, and looked at the mountain of paperwork I still had
to do. "O.K. Get the Film Room ready." For the hundredth time that day, I
reached into my pocket for a cigarette that wasn't there, cursed the fact I had
given them up, and went into the hall. I bought a pack of gum, and went on down
to the Viewing Room. Frank was the only other person in there. He placed the
tape into the VCR, then sat back, with a pad to take notes. I was lousy at
remembering things.

"Voice Ident?" Frank shook his head. "Lab reports Negative. Electronic Filters.
Pro's put this one together." The tape opened with a person in a Black Robe
standing in front of a wooden wall. He had his hood pulled down, so you
couldn't see his face. "The following events were filmed as they happened. This
is a record of what happens to those who betray the trust of the Brotherhood."
His voice was a monotone, totally lacking emotion. "After the events you are
about to see took place, the prisoner was taken to a hospital." I glanced at my
partner. "John Doe, Hart Center. Still there." 

I made a mental note to get a copy of his statement. The scene changed again.
There was a platform in the middle of a field or clearing. A Black robed figure
stood on a platform. "Bring in the accused." Two red-robed beings led another
man between them. He had a hood on, and his hands were tied to a yolk that
passed across his shoulders. "Sergeant- At-Arms, Read the charges." Another
figure stood. This one's robe was brown. All had their hoods draped over their
faces, so no one could see who they were. "The accused is charged with
violating The First Prime Oath." There was a murmur from the crowd gathered
around the platform. Again, each had a robe on, with the hood drawn. The only
difference was theirs were Green. "And the verdict?" They all turned to someone
who sat to one side. He wore a green robe with gold trim. On it was a Symbol,
The same one that was on the Case. "Guilty." A ripple went through the crowd.

The Black Robe, undaunted, said; "By what Authority Do you Condemn this
Brother?" The Green Robed one stood. "By the Authority of The Keeper Of
Knowledge; By the Authority of The Brethren, who have observed the accused
discussing Matters of the Brotherhood with Outsiders; And By this document," He
held out a piece of paper, "That states the accused was going betray secrets of
the Brotherhood to outsiders." Another murmur went through the crowd. The Brown
Robe went over to the Green/Gold Robe, and took the letter. He read it, then
took it over to the Black Robe, who also read it.

"There are passages which have been blackened out." "Those were The true names
of some of the Brethren, and therefore removed by The Founder." A brazer was
brought, and un-covered. Inside was hot coals. Black Robe stood beside it. "Do
You swear by your Office, this is the only copy of this document?" "One other
copy exists, and Only The Founder knows where it is kept." Black Robe nodded,
and tossed the paper inside. It burned quickly. "And now for the Punishment."
He turned to the prisoner. "You are to be taken to a place, where you will be
used by three animals, each larger than the last. A Film will be made of the
transactions, for safekeeping. If you try to discredit the Brotherhood, we will
send a copy of this film, and others made of your interludes with our charges,
to the authorities. Prepare Him." The two red robes drug him out of the scene.
I sighed, and rubbed the back of my neck. 

The scene changed. Now the man was tied to a sort of post. On hands-and-knees,
he muttered something, and the hood was removed. He gasped, then cursed. A gong
sounded, and a large black goat was led out. The chain around it's neck bore
the same inscription, 4 limbs in a circle. It bleated, then went over to the
man and sniffed at his nakedness. It shoved it's nose between his legs, and he
yelped, as the animal lapped on his testicles. Then it rubbed it's horns
against one thigh, and jumped up on the man. The animal dug it's hooves in the
guy's sides, and made pelvic thrusts against his ass. Then it's long, red cock
slid out and disappeared between the buttocks, while the guy snarled. I started
feeling uncomfortable, as both man and goat showed obvious enjoyment at the
buggering. The hairy nuts swung up, slapping the man's smaller pair. Both of
them grunted. The animal licked on his neck, then pulled back. It yanked a good
4 inches of blue-veined penis out, then held it a moment. The guy growled and
shoved his hips up, as the goat buried his cock in to the fur-trimmed sheath.
At least it was fast. The animal threw back it's head, bleated again, and stood
still, while the man moaned. The animal backed up, penis still flexing, and was
led off. Somebody knocked in the door.. I was glad for any reason to stop.
Clancy came in. "Report on 'Doe'. Names James Doona."

"Works for the Feds, Undercover. He was supposed to infiltrate the Order of
Graian." He nodded at the machine. "They found him, eh?" "Yes," I replied. He
shrugged, and closed the door. At least we knew who, and why had already been
taken care of. Frank cocked an eyebrow at me. "Want to finish the tape, or burn
it..." "Evidence." I went down to the vending machine, got a sandwich that
looked, and tasted like it had been made about the same time they invented the
wheel. And some more gray coffee (or whatever it was). I waited until my
partner returned with much the same thing, and had settled down. Then I pushed
the play button, and bit into a roof-shingle, on a stone slab. The agent was
still tied, and shaking after his liaison with the goat, but the gong sounded,
and a black bull walked in. He snorted, and slid a slimy tongue across one
buttock. Then he stepped over the man, and stood for a moment. The guy
shoved his ass back at the animal. I winced, as a huge bull-dick slid out, like
a reddish fire poker. The pointed tip slid easily into the guy who yelled, and
shook his head.

The animal bellowed, and all 13 or so inches was buried into the man, as the
bull shoved his haunches forward. The bovine had more stamina, as it humped the
man, and drooled all over his neck. I noticed it's gigantic balls swinging
back-and-forth, like two fleshy pendulums, in time to it's thrusting. The guy
was saying all kinds of crazy things, and I made a mental note to check the lab
reports for drugs. It pounded that blood-red salami in the man's butt like
there was no tomorrow. I winced a few times as the black belly flattened the
pale buttocks in an effort to screw the last inch in the guy's ass. After about
5 minutes of this, the bull bawled, and the man gurgled happily. This time when
the animal pulled away, cum dripped out, making a pool under his ass. I hate to
say it, but I had a boner that wouldn't quit. The animal was led away and one
more time the gong sounded. A black pony made his way over to the man. It
lapped at the ejaculate on the stone, then nuzzled and nibbled all along his
butt-crack. It's cock slowly reeled out, not much longer than the bull's but
extremely thick. The pony stepped over the man, and snorted, as it's dick slid
up the man's ass, slapping it's chest. It repeated this a few times more, and
on the last rise, a trail of shiny pre-cum arched from the man's crack to the
animal's heaving belly, where the seeping tip pressed itself. 

The pony snorted again, and let it's penis fall, then stepped slightly forward,
and pressed the splayed tip between the upturned buttocks. The man snarled, and
growled, as it vanished. The pony whinnied, and humped, more of it's thick cock
disappearing into the crazed man. At last a black sheath pressed against a
stretched anal ring. The animal shook it's mane, eyes bulging out, as it
stomped it's hooves, and buggered the guy with an irregular rythem. The subject
was really yelling strange things, especially when his butt slapped the pony's
testicles, and the dark sheath was compressed, allowing more thick inches to
pound into him. The animal whinnied, as the man howled, ejaculate spurting onto
the dias. Then the pony shuddered, balls jumping, as it came deep inside the
man. The animal lay on top of the guy for a minute, then backed off, and it's
cock still throbbing, it was led off. The Man's groin was wrapped in a cloth,
and he was taken off screen. Then Black robe returned. "This tape was sent to
you as a warning to others. We will not tolerate outside interference. And an
invitation.. If what you saw looks interesting, you too may join us." The tape
stopped and was shunted out of the machine.

My cock was so hard it hurt. Frank was in the same boat. We tried as
inconspicuously as possible to re-arrange our crotches. When we had pulled
ourselves together enough, Frank turned on the lights, and I went over my
notes. Sighing, I went out into the hall. Not enough to go on, another "Z-File"
(In The Wastebasket) Case. I told the Captain I was going home, and since it
was late, I made good time. After relaxing a bit, I took a shower. But it
didn't help much. My balls still hurt... I puffed over my "Mae West", until it
was inflated, but even though I screwed it like I never had before, I kept
getting a mental image of that goat, pumping into that guy. As I came I found
myself fantasizing that it wasn't a doll under me, but an animal... Growling, I
threw the plastic toy off to one side, and grabbed my shirt to get my smokes.

For the thousandth time I cursed the day I gave them up.... What's this? A
card... From The Order of Graian. I called the number on the card, and made an
appointment to see someone. Not half an hour later, I got into a car, had a
hood put over my face then a blindfold, and driven somewhere. When the cloth
was lifted, I saw 4 green robes, and 1 black one. "Good morning, Initiate." He
smiled as I gulped, not too sure I wanted to go through with this. "You
specified a goat, did you not? Please follow me." I didn't have much choice.
Fear, Lust and curiosity fought each other as I walked towards a barn-like
structure. "He wasn't followed?" Somebody was inside. "No, Brother." "Good.
Please leave us." The other left, and he took my hand, leading me into the
barn. "Be at ease, Inspector Johanson, we are just going to tape your
initiation. That way, you can't blackmail us, or say you never did anything...
If you don't want to join out fraternity, just say so now..." My mind went back
to the scenes on the tape, and then to the vows I had made as a policeman.

A big, brown animal came out, and trotted over me. He stuck his nose in my
crotch, and bleated. "Mael wants to know why you are clothed. Don't worry. Only
I know who you are. That's why the mask. If I may have it please..." I handed
the cloth to him, numb. My cock pressed against my leg, and the goat nibbled on
it through my pants, driving me up the wall. I finally couldn't stand it.
Growling I grabbed my belt... and found the animal beat me to my zipper. It had
the thing in it's teeth, and rapidly un-zipped my fly, shoving it's wet nose
inside. "Mael is especially fond of big cocks, and goes after then with a
vengeance..." I opened my pants, and pulled my underwear down, a warm mouth
latching onto my erection. The animal gobbled it down to the hilt, sucking
hungerily. I gritted my teeth, and stroked the curved horns. I came so hard, my
knees buckled. The billy-goat swallowed it all, breath warming my groin, as he
gulped my cum, and wanted more. Shit! Not even my ex gave head like that... The
animal was pulled back, teeth dragging across my cock, but not too hard.

I looked at the black robe. He grinned, and showed me a place with hooks for my
clothes, and a robe. "If you will change please..." Head still reeling, I
shuffled over, and stepped out of my trowsers, hanging them on a hook. I
thought about my badge... Then Mael bleated again, and I tore through my
clothes like a whirlwind. Stepping back out, with the robe on, I was handed a
pot of something and led to where the animal waited. There was a camera, but
placed so I wouldn't notice it, and a place to sit, if I wanted. I had never
screwed anything sitting, so I thought I would try it. I was instructed to
smear the stuff in the pot on my dick, which was still erect. Then I was
strapped in. The goat came over to me, smelled my cock, then turned, and sat in
my lap! My dick slithered under his tail, and he sighed, taking it to the
roots. The seat had a hinge, so I could bend forward... so that's why the
straps. I leaned over the animal, rubbing it's back. As if on cue, the goat
started shoving back at me, then forward. He grunted, and as Black Robe stood
in front of him, shoved his nose inside. The man moved the robe, giving me a
view of Mael lapping on his balls. When he snorted and sucked the guy's cock in
deep, I released the straps, so I could fuck the animal harder.

Again, the goat took all I could give and wanted more, his stubby tail brushing
my stomach, wagging with pleasure. His anus gripped me, and I believe if I
didn't have the lubricant, it would have been impossible to screw the animal.
As it was, strong muscles milked my dick, until my eyes crossed, and I came
in a flurry of thrusts. Gasping, I lay on top of the goat's back for a moment.
Then Mael made a noise, and pulled on my cock rythemically, as his orgasm made
his back shudder. I ejaculated again, swearing that ass-hole would give a
deadman a hardon.. Now, guilt once again hit. "Do not be so. Many of the
brethren are also peace enforcers. Laws are here today, and gone tomorrow. We
work toward the day when we can love our animals when we please. However we
please." I grinned weakly. "And if I do join... Do I get to keep him?" A
chuckle. "Only if you like... Or you may join him at the meetings. We do also
have emergency rendezvous.. Just-In-Case."

I was returned to my house. Slept better than I had in years. Well, as long as
I didn't have to arrest any of the brethren... A week later Frank dropped by
unexpectedly. I was nervous, because it was my first meeting, and would be my
second time with an animal. My partner grinned. "Heavy date, eh? I understand..
By the way, try a pony. I always enjoy the way they snort, and shove back at
me." Stunned, my jaw dropped. He flipped the stone in the ring he wore. There
was a familiar symbol etched in the metal. "2 years now... Ever since Madeline
died. Couldn't even look at another woman. They kept me sane. Showed me a way
to have sex, and still be true to Her..." I slapped him on the back. "What
about..." A solemn look. "The tape? Yes, I was there... That's what they do to
traitors. Better than killing them. But, I came with both eyes open. And I am
still there." I nodded. The agent hadn't died after all. The doc said his ass
was stretched so wide he could put his arm up the guy's butt, and not hurt him.
We got into the car and put on our masks. Maybe I would try a pony... 

The End