I guess you could say we're a typical Mid West town, straight up and down main street, Old Glory flying outside the court house every day and God bless America. Towns like ours are the heartland of this great country and we're goddam proud of it, you bet. But sometimes problems come along that the whole country needs to get together to solve and then, by God, you can bet all those useless limp wristed fucking liberals will come crawling out of the woodwork to get in the way.

Now you might think that there wouldn't be many of that kind stinking up a town where the biggest business around is a John Deere dealership but you'd be wrong. A couple of years ago some fancy New England college bought the old Timson place, up by the lake, and started using it as a local campus. Not that they teach anything useful up there, nothing that helps grow crops or make money, only the same kind of pointy headed socialist crap that goes down so big in places like New York and Boston.

OK, so then we started having these college types hanging around and sticking their noses into things that didn't concern them. It got so that we couldn't even have a cockfight on a Saturday night without some professor or lecturer type asshole hiding behind the bushes with a video camera. But we were nice guys, we let them go . . . once. But they got told they'd be sorry if they came sneaking back again.

And then, goddamit, all these terrorists started up their tricks and the good old USA got set to give that scumsucking Saddam a Sunday punch, and what happened? Yeah, that's right, those assholes from the College were walking around our town and giving away flyers right outside the local Legion post saying we should be good kiddiwinks and stay home instead of dealing with that slimy Arab dictator.

Well, that was it as far as us local guys were concerned. No way were we going to allow those fuckwits to get away with that. Like the man said, you're either with us or against us, and if you're against us you're going to have to take whatever comes your way. Mind you, it's a lot more fun if you go after the loud mouthed wives of those pinko professors. That way they both get the lesson and us good ol'' boys get to have ourselves some good times. Which is how come Mrs -- sorry, pardon my mistake -- which is how come Ms Heidi Hasluck, the snootiest of those college bitches, got herself pulled over one dark night and wound up in a cage.

Yeah, that's right, a cage. A real small cage that she only decided to crawl into after we gave her the choice of doing as she was told or getting a few more jolts from a cattle prod. Well, she pretty soon went in there on her hands and knees and we dropped the cage on the back of a pick up and covered it with a tarp. Then we took her off for a surprise party that sure didn't involve any fancy wine or nibbles on sticks. This was more of a home down 'getting to know you' affair.

Went real well as well. We chained Ms Hasluck up by the neck, gagged her, and then gave her another jab or two in the butt with the prod until she decided to entertain us by doing a strip tease. Only be the time she'd finished she had nothing left to tease with because Professor Hasluck's good lady was as naked as a newly hatched jaybird. So then we got to work with some paint brushes and gave her the kind of graffiti coating her old man's students had spread around our town. Guess some of the words we put on her were kind of rude, so we took her mind off things by taking her for a walk -- on all fours.

Now I'm not here to tell you that a bunch of dumb red necks like us know anything about psychology, but the attitude of that educated East Coast lady sure had changed since she'd been zapped, persuaded to undress herself in front of a room full of cheering guys and then zapped again every time she hesitated over obeying an order.

When we'd taken her out of her car she'd been calling us all kinds of names that no decent woman should know. Now that she was being led around on a leash like a stray bitch she seemed to have a whole new attitude.

Not that she could say anything with a piece of wood jammed between her teeth, true. But she seemed all eager to please the boys, even rubbing her forehead up against the first cock she came to, as if she wanted to become better acquainted.

Maybe she figured anything was better than being introduced to the cattle prod again.

Which, I guess, might have been true, because she'd sure hollered before, until we'd given her something to bite on while she getting her share of shocks and awe.

Anyway, Don Egan, who was next in line, he decided to give her another chance by telling her to take the bar out of her mouth and sitting up to beg. He offered her an old rubber bone he'd taken off his hound and Heidi, she sat up and opened her mouth for it as obedient as you'd ever want a trained bitch to be.

"Well, Ms Hasluck," he said to her, "It looks to me like you'd suck on a cock if one was put your way. How about it, Heidi, you want to do a round robin blow job for all us farm boys?"

"Yes, sir, yes, please!" Heidi came back, real fast. "I'd like to suck all your cocks."

"Well, that's right neighborly of you, lady," Don said. "You can start here with mine."

Despite our best efforts up til then, I'm sad to have to say that Heidi wasn't as ready to do as she was told as she claimed to be. Oh, she took hold of Don's bottom six inches OK and gave it a few rubs but that woman just somehow didn't fancy putting it anywhere near her mouth. Not at first anyway.

"Boys," I said, more in sorrow than in anger. "So far this prod has been set on minimum charge. But now I guess we're going to have to go for the full bull cull. I'm going to bend Heidi over, stick the prod up her ass as far as it'll go and put so many volts through it that the little lady will yodel her lungs out right onto the floor."

"No, no! I'll do it, anything!" Heidi screeched. Seemed like I'd found her motivation point.

Folks, Ms Hasluck took ahold of Don's old fellow like it was her favorite toy and she laid her tongue right on it without even looking away from the camera, and with all the guys applauding.

Yep, it looked like we finally had ourselves a filly all hot to trot.

We watched as Don gave Heidi some lessons on what a woman's mouth and tongue were really meant to be used for. Lessons that didn't come out of any college text book. And every one of us was dreaming up some tricks of our own we could teach her for a passing grade on blow job 01.

"OK, honey child, all the way around the rim, that's it. Get it nice and wet for when I slam dunk it into that pretty little cunt of yours. Because this is going to be your night to howl, cutie, you just bet your fucking ass on that."

Buck Cameron came over and handed me a fresh beer: "Hey man, this is like real old times. Haven't had so much fun since 'Nam. Hey, remember what we used to do with the gook women over there?"

"You bet I do."

Bucky leered down at how Heidi was getting acquainted with Don's tool.

"I always knew I'd meet a useful liberal some day," he said. "Reckon I'm going to make this a gentleman's excuse me dance. Mind if I cut in, Don?"

"Go right ahead. Seems like Heidi's beginning to get a taste for cockfighting after all."

Everybody laughed when Don said that.

Everybody but Heidi, mind you, not that she could have laughed even if she'd wanted to, not with a mouthful of Bucky's hot roll. And in case Don had a grip on one of her tits which made sure she kept her mind on the job.

Several of the boys were taking souvenir pictures of the occasion, but I was making sure I got plenty of my own. A whole album's worth I could show Ms Hasluck later to make sure she could remember every fun filled moment.

Why I might even offer to make a stack of copies free of charge and pass them around her students. The whole bunch of them would probably get a big surprise when they saw a reality episode of what happened on a farmers' night out. At least they'd find out that there were plenty of hicks with big pricks.

"Stand aside, boys, I want a closeup on this scene. Thanks"

"OK, Heidi, you suck right down on that cock like you really want it . . . "

"That's the way -- great, great. You're a natural born slut, Heidi. Maybe this is a snapshot we should send to your husband?"

That suggestion really seemed to grab her attention.

"Or how about we chain you down on your cage and let every man in the room fuck you?"

Boy, now her eyes were almost popping out of her head.

I've got to admit that Heidi was a real committed socialist at heart though, because something about the idea of becoming communal property had her all fired up.

Maybe she wouldn't have wanted to come right and admit that to us but when she was put over the cage and told to open her legs her little secret was revealed for all to see.

Ms Heidi Hasluck had been stripped, hurt, forced to suck on a couple of stiff pricks and told to spread her legs for a massive gangbang. And the end result? She was leaking love juice out of her hot cunt faster than a Chinese tractor leaking lube oil. And seeing that sure sent the boys wild to cover her with all the finesse of a bunch of rutting boars.

Of course, mostly being vets, they knew all about getting into a queue. Anybody who's ever worn a uniform knows all about queuing. What the hell, there was a great floor show for entertainment while they waited and plenty of time for everybody to get their greens.

And, like you might expect, the guys gave the job of being first into action to a jarhead. Andy Macsall had been a Marine in Desert Storm and was still in fine shape for moving in and storming a beach head -- or a breech head.

Whatever, he was soon in position to break through Heidi's rearguard with one big push.

"How about this gal?" Bucky said. "Looks good enough to take to the county show, doesn't she?"

"She sure does." I agreed, loudly enough to make sure Ms Hasluck could hear me.

"And by the time she's been bulled by every guy here she'll deserve a bit of ribbon around her neck for being the best breeder on display."

That really seemed to get Heidi's attention. That and what Andy was about to do to her.

END OF PART ONE

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