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   Dixie Jackson rolled her new smart phone in her hand, her father had
asked why she needed a fancy phone when the only internet on the Jackson
Ranch for miles around was in the house, but Dixie had plans for her new
gadget that she could never tell her dad about.  She played with the
settings on the phone to confirm it would do exactly what she wanted and
before long her plan became fully formed.

   The first part of the plan was to take the naughtiest picture she could
of herself, she knew this picture would have to be the kind she would do
anything to prevent falling into the wrong hands.  The thought of that
alone gave her more than enough joy to start her ordeal.  Dixie went to her
shed and prepared the worst she could look.

   She set up her phone leaning against a stool in the corner of one of the
horse stables and opened up an app she had downloaded that would let her
take pictures through voice command.  Dixie stripped and began by rolling
in the hay, she wasn't looking to be covered in mud or anything that would
obscure her body, just a fine coating a dust and dry mud, with the
occasional piece of straw clinging to her exposed body to make her look
degraded.  Next she fetched a nice thick pen with which to write on her
skin, in big black letters she wrote the words "Horse Cock Whore" across
her torso.  Next she got ahold of something she had prepared earlier, two
clothes pegs attached to lengths of string.  She attached the pegs to her
labia, one on each side, before measuring out the string just right, and
tying the other end to her respective toes.  In this way she could pull her
pussy open by spreading her legs.  Finally she took her position and
whistled.

   Dixie's horse was often an unwilling accomplice in her self-inflicted
predicaments and so had learned to put up with her weird behaviour and
follow her command.  As he returned to his stable, he found his food had
been placed in the far corner for some reason, and his owner was sat
beneath it.  Gingerly the horse moved around Dixie and began to eat,
meanwhile his penis swung into position beside Dixie just as she had
planned.  Dixie hugged the horse cock close to her body, spread her legs
wide to reveal all of herself to her phone ordered the camera to take a
pictures for as long as the horse was there, reasoning that at least one of
them would do for her purposes.

   Later that night, as Dixie looked through the pictures she realised what
a state she looked, she saw herself spreading and pleading with the camera
and knew she would do whatever it took to not let this photo get seen by
anyone she knew, and that would make the next day's adventure something to
remember.

   ...

   About twenty miles from Dixie's house was the town of Fort Nimrod.  The
township was the nearest slice of civilisation to the ranch mainly serving
as an amenities centre for the nearby farms and their workers, so there
wasn't much to it beyond the schoolhouse, library, shops and bar.  There
were a few homes and hostels for those passing through and a couple of
museums dotted around the outside of the fort that the town had been built
around.

   To start her adventure Dixie went to the library on the far end of town
to ensure that there was a change of clothes hidden at the back in one of
the private reading rooms that she (and only she) regularly frequented. 
She also made sure to leave the emergency exit round the back unlocked so
she could sneak in without the librarian seeing her.  Next she went to the
fort to prepare.

   Dixie had kept a close eye on the time for the whole drive down, if she
wanted this to work her timing would have to be perfect, she arrived at the
fort at 10:00am.  As always the fort was empty as no matter what they did
nobody ever wanted to go on a weekday.  The fort was your standard civil
war fort, with a series of walls, with small buildings built into them
surrounding a central courtyard.  Dixie went to a small tower at the back
that she had picked out for her starting point.  The tower had been used in
the past to light signal fires, and she had decided that today she was
going to light a fire of her own.  High above the township people will see
the fire lit, not knowing that the fire had been started using every stitch
of fabric Dixie had on.

   Staring at the signal fire pit, Dixie had to do one last piece of
preparation, firstly she checked her phone and confirmed that indeed there
was no internet signal in fort Nimrod.  On her phone was an app connected
to her email, it allowed her to customise an email based on what time it
was sent out.  She brought up her email, selected every name in her address
book and set up an email to go to them.  If the email was sent between
12:00 and 12:10 the attachment would be an invite to the Jackson family's
annual BBQ.  However if the email was sent outside of that window the
attachment would be the degrading picture she took the previous night.

   She clicked send, without internet the email just waited in the outbox,
however Dixie knew the moment she reached the library the phone would
connect to the library's WiFi and the email would be sent.  For good
measure she had also set alarms at those times so she would know when she
was in that window.  This way she couldn't rush her naked walk across town
but without knowing the time she would inevitably have to take some risks
when she heard the first alarm.  She then took some saran wrap and duct
tape and used it to fasten the phone tight to her arm, making sure it
wasn't coming off until she could get her hands on some scissors.

   Finally Dixie had decided that she would wear a mask.  Fort Nimrod a
small town that Dixie regularly visited, she was certain if her face was
seen she would be instantly recognised and word would spread quickly.  It
had taken a while to pick just the right mask for this adventure, but in
the end she had chosen a full head Hillary Clinton mask in the hope that a
rural town in Texas would see if as some sort of statement.

   Finally, her hands shaking with anticipation, Dixie began to remove her
clothes and one by one place them in the signal fire pit.  This was the
part she loved most, her last vestiges of sanity pleading with her not to
go past the point of no return as she geared up for a new adventure.  She
started with her shoes and socks, shivering as her bare feet touched the
dusty ground.

   She pulled off the T-shirt her father had bought her with "Federal Booty
Inspector" written in big letters across the front and threw it into the
pit, she was looking forward to watching that burn.  The familiar warm
breeze of Texas hit her exposed torso as she began to pull down the
colourful jeans that had been given to her by an aunt in California that
the family didn't like to talk about.

   Dixie was now just in her least favourite underwear staring at the fire
pit.  The back of her mind was still telling her that it wasn't too late,
that she could still pick the clothes up, get dressed and go home without
going through this madness.  Dixie stroked her mostly naked body to silence
the voice, and unclipped her bra.  As she threw the bra into the pit, Dixie
caught how stiff her nipples were, she reach down south with her and to see
if her panties also reflected her excitement.  She had to peel her sodden
knickers away from her pussy and with a quivering hand threw them on the
pile.

   Standing naked staring at her clothes, Dixie was now aware that her only
possessions were the phone attached to her arm, a bottle of lighter fluid
and a pack of matches.  Another breeze rolled over Dixie's naked body,
tickling each and every goosebump, sending shivers of delight into her core
and temporary silencing the voice of doubt.  She emptied the bottle of
lighter fluid on her clothes and struck the match, and took a moment to
stare at the flames.

   Dixie's mind was racing.  Part of her was pleading with her not to go
through with this, that she could still wear the lighter fluid sodden
clothes.  But that voice was drowned out by her overwhelming animal urges.
She let out a shiver and a moan as she relaxed her hand and let the match
fall into the pit.  There was an almighty whoosh as her clothes went up in
flames and Dixie was trapped in the ordeal of her own creation.

   Dixie gave herself a moment to soak in the experience of what she had
done, feeling her body quiver as heat from the fire licked her naked skin.
Suddenly the reality of the situation hit her like a brick.  She was stood
naked next to a signal fire designed to be seen by the whole town.  Dixie
immediately dropped to her hands and knees and crawled to the stairs to
ensure nobody would see her.

   Heading down the stairs she thought through the route she was going to
take before realizing that she hadn't checked the time before she started.
She knew she had pulled up to the fort at about 10 o'clock but she was so
awash in the thrill of what she was doing she didn't know how quickly she
had prepared, whether she had to rush or take it slow.  She squealed a
little to herself as she carried on down the tower stairs.

   As Dixie got to the bottom of the tower, she peeked out to the
courtyard, and seeing the way was clear, made a dash for the front
entrance. As she approached the front entrance she heard the din of a small
crowd, thinking fast she ducked into one of the small sheds near the
entrance and hid among an exhibit on civil war medicine, peering out of a
gap in the shed's wooden walls.  She looked out in horror as she saw a
crowd of twenty or so school children approaching the front gate being
shepherded by a single teacher.

   Dixie immediately recognised the teacher as Miss Throckmorton, she had
been the Grade two teacher at Fort Nimrod Elementary school for decades and
was now pushing seventy.  Everyone Dixie knew, her friends and her family,
had once been taught by Miss Throckmorton and she still knew everyone. 
Dixie swore to herself, of all the days for her former teacher to plan a
school trip she had to choose today.  Miss Throckmorton lifted her
clipboard up to her half rim glasses, and with a voice that cut through the
air like a hawk began to read the register.

   Dixie knew it would not be long before the kids would descend on the
fort, but there was only one way in and out and it was currently filled
with second graders.  Dixie could have found a place to hide and wait it
out, but then her picture would definitely be emailed to everyone on her
email list (which included Miss Throckmorton.) Eventually Dixie resigned
herself to an early defeat, she would wait for the children to begin
wandering the fort and when it looked like she would be seen by the fewest
people she would make a run for it.

   At last Miss Throckmorton finished the register and let the children
begin to walk the fort.  Dixie had a minor stroke of luck that most
children wanted to head straight to the now lit signal fire and so didn't
venture towards her shed.  However the biggest obstacle was that Miss
Throckmorton hadn't moved.  The wily teacher had realised long ago that of
she stayed by the only exit, she could let the kids wander and be sure not
to lose any.  Dixie felt a heavy weight form deep in her stomach knowing
her second grade teacher was about to see her naked.

   There were a couple of kids wandering the courtyard and one had stayed
with Miss Throckmorton by the door and was holding her hand.  Dixie was
working up the courage and waiting for the optimal moment to make a dash
for it, her legs were like jelly and willing herself out of the shed was an
uphill struggle.  Suddenly Dixie Saw the shed fill with light.  She heard a
little boy begin to yell and all of a sudden the decision was taken out of
her hands and she found herself running.

   There were more kids in the courtyard than Dixie could have seen through
the gap in the shed and each yell or burst of laughter cut through her like
a knife.  As she approached the door the world seemed to go into slow
motion as Miss Throckmorton's face went from shock, to disgust and then to
anger.

   "Young lady what on Earth do you think you are doing!" The aging teacher
yelled as Dixie sprinted towards her.  Under her Hillary mask Dixie's eyes
filled with tears as her teacher took in the full measure of her
humiliation.  As she approached the door Miss Throckmorton reacted faster
than any seventy year old should and was able to give Dixie one clean hard
swat on her bottom with her clipboard as Dixie ran past.

   Once out of the fort Dixie now had to traverse the small car park and
quickly find somewhere to hide and regroup, all the while the laughing and
jeering of children rang in her ears.  The car park quickly gave way to the
High Street and Dixie did not like the idea of being naked in the busiest
area of the town, and so without thinking she went to the far corner and
jumped over the fence, choosing to take her chances with whatever was there
over Miss Throckmorton and her class.

   Dixie landed with a heavier thud than she was expecting, in a garden
with chairs and tables laid out all around, as well as a small children's
playground.  She immediately recognised the beer garden of The Rusty Spur,
the only bar in town.  Dixie immediately had flashbacks to the evenings she
had spent in this garden, playing with other children while their parents
got drunk inside.  The good news for Dixie was that between 10:00 and 12:00
on a weekday the bar was not busy, the bad news is that it wasn't empty.

   Dixie only had a couple of seconds to catch her breath before the bar
patrons had noticed her.  She looked to the fence and realised that the
garden was sunken into the ground, deliberately making the fence taller and
unclimbable from the inside to stop patrons skipping out on the tab.  This
meant that Dixie's only option was to run through the bar and out the front
door, her worries about the main road completely forgotten over the worries
of the small group of patrons who had begun to approach her.  She knew all
these men, they were friends of her parents who had known her since she was
a baby.  However where previously they had always been courteous, now they
were leering at her naked body and making moves to grab the defenceless
Dixie.  Luckily for Dixie they were all aging alcoholics and so she was
able to run past them faster than they could react.

   She got into the bar and her pace slowed for a second while her eyes
adjusted to the light.  There were a few more patrons in here and once
again Dixie had to make peace with more circles of family friends seeing
her naked body.  She made a run for the front door, however dread and
horror washed over her as she saw the bartender get there first.  With
practiced efficiency he took out his keys and locked the door trapping
Dixie in the bar.

   The bartender of the rusty spur was a similar age to Dixie.  At school
he thought he was God's gift to women, not noticing that the only reason
the girls flirted with him was that his parents owned the bar and he had
access to alcohol.  Dixie shamefully remembered how she was one of those
girls and that flirting with this slime ball was the worst part of getting
booze.

   "Hey look everyone, Hillary Clinton has decided to visit our bar!" The
bartender yelled in triumph, grabbing Dixie by the shoulder.  Dixie
instinctively grabbed the bottom of her mask, getting ready for the fight
to not be exposed.  However the bartender was good at reading people, and
the fact that Dixie was preserving her identity, rather than covering her
body, spoke volumes to him and gave him an idea.

   "I'll tell you what Hillary.  There's only two ways I'm unlocking this
door and letting you out.  Either you take off that mask and show us who
you really are, or I'll give you a couple of pitchers of beer, and you give
all my patrons a top up from the comfort of their laps." Dixie's general
distaste for the bartender moved into outright hatred as the pompous slime
ball smiled smugly at his idea.  Dixie knew that she would never live it
down if everyone knew it was her, so her only option was to walk to the bar
and wait patiently for him to pour a couple of pitchers of beer.

   After what seemed like forever Dixie had the two pitchers, and turned to
the nearest patron.  She recognised the man as Old Joe, a close friend of
the family who always had the best jokes and the funniest accents.  As a
kid she had always enjoyed this kindly old man and his funny stories, now
he sat leering and beckoning her, his erection clearly visible through his
jeans.

   Dixie slowly lowered herself onto Old Joe's lap, she could feel the
rough denim against her naked skin, his erection poking into her exposed
bottom.  As soon as she had sat down, Old Joe repositioned himself, forcing
Dixie further onto his lap and allowing his erection to press against her
exposed pussy.  His arms also found themselves wrapped around the helpless
naked woman, as he began to play with her breasts.  Dixie was grateful for
the cheers of the bar, as the covered the sound of her moaning with delight
and embarrassment at the humiliation she was being put through.  She poured
Joe another pint, and felt his gnarled hands caress her whole body as she
stood up to find the next patron.

   Dixie's mind was swam as she went from one randy old man to the next,
none of them aware that it was Dixie, the little girl they had known since
childhood, that they were now lusting over.  Dixie poured every pint and
felt every errand hand caressing her naked body and every erection running
against her as she lowered herself onto each lap in turn.  By the time she
was finished her pussy was throbbing, begging for a release, but she
couldn't let the bar know the effect they had had on her.

   "One last thing before you go Hillary!" The bartender yelled as Dixie
returned to the bar.  "How about a commemorative photo out front?" Before
she knew it Dixie was being ushered out front by all the patrons of the
bar, the bartender leading the way with his camera.  Dixie burst into the
sunlight and onto the High Street.  The town was fairly quiet but that
didn't stop the occasional passer-by from staring in disbelief at the
spectacle.

   "Now don't forget gentlemen, if at any point Hillary doesn't do what I
say, I want you to rip off her mask." The bartender yelled above the din.
This managed to cut through the fog in Dixie's mind and once again the
world snapped into focus.

   "How about we start with Hillary pointing at the bar the way a fancy
showgirl would?" Dixie took a step forward, raised one hand into the air
towards the bar sign while placing the other on her hips, her leg bending
behind her keeping her exposed breasts prominently jutting out in front of
her.  The sound of clicks let Dixie know that the bartender's camera was
busy capturing every moment.

   "That's good but the pose doesn't really show off your pussy.  I know,
how about you sit on the floor, with your legs spread eagle?" Dixie obeyed
and opened her legs wide while the chuckling behind her continued.

   "You're a bit low down, I'm struggling to get you and the sign in.  How
about this, Joe you take her left leg, Bob you take her right, and Billy
you hold her ass so she is held up with her legs wide apart.  Next Ray, you
get underneath her and you hold her pussy open." The formally bumbling old
men became the vision of military precision as they followed the
bartender's instructions to give Dixie maximum exposure as the camera
continued to click away, Dixie squirmed and moaned and while then old men
mistook it for resistance, it was in fact delighting in the glorious
embarrassment she was going through.  Eventually the bartender signalled
that he was done and Dixie was put down.

   "Thanks for the fun, you may now go back to what you were doing.  But
may I point out we were honourable men who kept our pledge to not remove
your mask, so if you ever want to come back and have fun with us again
we'll be happy to continue to let you keep your identity a secret." Had
Dixie been in her right mind she would have balked at the idea of doing
this again, however at this moment she was a slave to her desires and she
was genuinely considering returning one day.



   In a daze Dixie began walking down the High Street, purely on autopilot
while her brain relived what just happened again and again.  It wasn't
until a passing car honked its horn the Dixie realised that she was still
naked in public, and still had to press ahead to make sure the picture
didn't get emailed out.  As she snapped back to reality her whole body went
red with embarrassment.  She found herself noticing the faces of people who
had stopped to stare at her exposed flesh, most of them people Dixie had
knew for a long time.  She decided to cover herself and began to run.

   Dixie sprinted as fast as her bare feet would let her, cutting down the
few back alleys that Fort Nimrod had in order to lose the many passers-by
who were filling her with their eyes.  Eventually she found herself by the
River Nimrod, she lowered herself down to the bank and snuck towards the
only bridge in town.

   Once Dixie was under the bridge she finally felt like she was somewhere
she could stop and get her bearings.  She sat on the river silt, her back
to the old stone bridge knowing nobody could see her but enjoying the
sounds of cars and conversations passing above her.  Dixie's brain,
stripped of its flight reflex was free to reflect on what had happened so
far, and surrendering to a desire that had built to boiling point, Dixie
found her hand drifting south to give her a release she had been
unknowingly craving since her clothes first went up in flames.

   Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss rolled over Dixie, the exposure, the
humiliation, the fear, they had rolled themselves into a knot in her
stomach, and as her hand furiously worked its way in and out of her pussy,
the knot exploded into feelings that rocked her body.

   Her mind cleared by the shattering orgasm Dixie used this time to take
stock of her situation.  The library about half a mile from the bridge, it
wouldn't take Dixie long to get there, but she didn't know how much time
the distraction at the bar had wasted.  She could have wasted too much time
to make it or it could have seemed much longer than it had actually been,
meaning that she would have to hang around the library waiting for her
alarm to go off telling her it was safe.

   That same knot of fear and embarrassment began to form in Dixie's
stomach as she willed herself to stand up.  She told herself town was much
quieter the other side of the river.  Her naked body had been seen by just
about half the town anyway so it was no big deal to cross the bridge and
walk calmly to the library.  She began to climb the bank before changing
her mind and climbing down.

   Dixie re-examined what just went through her head.  The river was not
deep, she could have walked under the bridge, but she had resigned herself
to being seen.  The humiliation of what she had just been through had
dulled her sense of risk, she had even thought that part of this was no big
deal.  At that point Dixie had an insane idea, and no amount of pleading
from the rational part of her brain would dislodge it.  With trembling
hands, Dixie removed the Hillary Clinton mask and threw it into the river.
As the mask floated away Dixie couldn't believe what she had just done, now
if anyone saw her there would be no hiding her identity, she had just made
this trip a hell of a lot riskier and she knew it.  Forgetting about the
ticking clock Dixie once again surrendered to animal instincts and
pleasured herself at the thought of what lies ahead.

   Dixie crossed the river under the bridge and peeked out.  She now had to
be extra careful.  Waiting for a gap in the traffic she climbed the river
bank and hid behind a dumpster on the side road just off the High Street.
Now that she had discarded the mask, she decided to take the risk and use
only the back streets, knowing that it would add to her time but it was the
best chance of making it through this without being caught.

   The back streets were quiet and there were plenty of dumpsters, trees
and buildings for Dixie to hide behind.  But as she got further from the
town centre the gaps between the buildings began to get bigger.  It wasn't
long until Dixie found herself making the journey through long pauses to
ensure the coast was clear mixed with mad dashes between whatever cover she
could find.

   Eventually Dixie found herself within sight of the library.  There was a
hostel and a couple of houses between her and her goal, but she would have
to do a big loop to get to the open emergency exit at the back of the
building without getting so close that she connected to the WiFi too early.
Dixie knew the back of the library had a small park, with enough trees and
bushes for Dixie to hide in until her alarm went off.  She just had to walk
past the hostel, cross the road, and find a good hiding spot.

   Dixie skirted around to the back garden of the hostel and was about to
hop the fence make a dash along the unkempt grass when she noticed
something that stopped her in her tracks.  The hostel had a security camera
pointing squarely at the garden area.  The camera was located just below
where the back stoop gave way to the garden, a red light blinking above the
lens.  Dixie cursed herself for getting rid of the mask, the whole reason
she was rushing was to prevent an embarrassing picture of her getting out,
she didn't want video either.

   As her brain buzzed through ideas she noticed that the camera was about
head high and indented into the stoop, but there was a foot high ledge just
in front of it, this meant that if she walked right up to the building,
even though she couldn't crawl under it, she could shimmy along the ledge
with her head above the stoop.  This would give the camera a great view of
her naked body but keep her head out of the picture and her identity
protected.  But that meant walking right up to the hostel, half the workers
on the Jackson Ranch were staying in hostels in the town, not to mention
how her family had a working relationship with the hostel owners to
advertise vacancies, the price of not being on camera was a huge risk of
being seen by someone she knew.  The large screen door of the back garden
was wide open, letting the breeze cool the main corridor of the house, and
Dixie could see the reception desk from there.  The receptionist was facing
the front door so wouldn't be looking, but just to her right was two
screens, one showing the camera facing the front garden and the showing the
camera giving Dixie so much trouble.

   Knowing she didn't have much time to argue inside her own head, Dixie
began to sneak up to the hostel, she was very aware how visible she was
until she managed to press her back to the cool plastic cladding of the
outside wall.  She then crawled on all fours to stay below the stoop, and
reached the moment she had been dreading.  She was breathing deeply and
girding her loins to make the run, when she heard the receptionist say a
cheerful hello.  Dixie's heart stopped for a moment, only restarting when
the gruff voice of a man responded, it turns out one of the guests had come
down the stairs and was now talking to the receptionist.  Dixie took the
opportunity to step onto the ledge and shimmy across.

   Even moving as fast as she could the shimmy was painfully slow, she knew
she had to keep her balance as if she fell off the ledge, she would be seen
by the camera and the noise may even attract patrons.  Another problem
Dixie had was that keeping her head above the stoop meant she couldn't tell
when she had passed the camera and instead she just had to go as far as she
could and hope for the best.  She was about ten seconds in when she
overheard the receptionist cut off the conversation with a questioning
"Hang on?" she shimmied faster, her bouncing breasts threatening to knock
her off balance but she didn't care.  Eventually she got far enough that
she felt she could drop and run, and not a moment too soon as the
receptionist yelled "oh my god!" and the sound of rapidly approaching
footsteps filled Dixie's ears.

   It seemed like the whole world suddenly knew where Dixie was, she heard
multiple footsteps, opening windows and yelling all converging on her
direction.  She managed to clear the fence and dashed round the side of the
house just as she heard the receptionist yell "hey!" in a voice so clear
she must have been sharing the back garden with her.  Dixie no longer cared
about the road and sprinted straight across it into the small park on the
other side.  She found a bush thick enough to hide and looked out over the
road to see if she was being followed.  The receptionist was outside the
front of the hostel looking out of breath but she wasn't in pursuit, just
stood there laughing.

   The park was the safest part for Dixie, the flora was thick and regular,
meaning she was able to make it to the back of the library without any
risk. Now all she had to do was wait for the alarm, then run inside the
emergency exit and hope not to be seen on her way back to the booth.  As
she approached the back entrance she began to hear voices, her stomach tied
itself in knots as she got closer and spotted four people stood outside the
back door smoking.  Dixie recognised three of them as teenage girls from
the nearby school, dressed as adult as they could and rebelling through
having a quick smoke round the back of the library.  She could see Mary, a
sister of one of her close friends, Elizabeth, the daughter of her uncle's
previous wife and Charlotte, the headmistress's precious girl.  The fourth
person was Eduardo, a ranch worker she recognised from the Jackson Family
ranch, who had bought the girls smokes in exchange for the attention of
these young girls.  If any of these people saw her there isn't a social
circle around that wouldn't hear about it.  As Dixie was biding her time
she caught a whiff of smoke and realised it wasn't tobacco they were
smoking, turns out Eduardo had a weed stash.

   As Dixie waited for the teen rebellion to clear out she felt the phone
on her arm begin to vibrate.  The world collapsed around her, she had ten
minutes to get through that door and they four stoners had just lit up
another spliff, they weren't going anywhere.  Dixie's brain moved a mile a
minute trying to think of a way in, the librarian was at the front and
these kids were at the rear, she wasn't even sure she could make it round
to the front in time.  Suddenly she had an idea, it was risky but it was
the only chance she had.  She swallowed her fear, stood up and walked
directly towards the smokers.

   Eduardo's eyes widened with disbelief, clocking this look the three
girls immediately turned round and collapsed into a fit of giggles.

   "Oh my God!  Dixie, why are you out here naked?" Charlotte asked,
looking Dixie's body up and down.  Dixie maintained an unconcerned look on
her face, straining against her feelings of embarrassment.

   "That don't matter Charlotte." Dixie spat, cutting through the silence.
"What matters is you ain't gonna tell anyone."

   "And why is that?" Charlotte replied, fumbling for her phone.

   "Because if anyone finds out about this, I'll assume you told 'em.  Then
your families will be finding out that you have been smoking weed" Dixie
remarked, worry spread over Mary and Elizabeth's face but Charlotte didn't
flinch, she had her phone upright and ready to take a picture.

   "Nobody will believe the naked pervert." Charlotte asserted, her phone's
camera making a clicking noise to let Dixie know she had the upper hand.

   "You know the school's got drug testing kits thanks to your mother's
constant fearmongering about drugs, and if that don't sway you.  I don't
need proof to fire Eduardo.  You think your weed connection is going to
continue to hook you up after you cost him his job." Eduardo's eyes
widened, and the sound of clicking stopped coming from Charlotte's camera.
"Now you're going to hand me that phone and let me delete all them pictures
you took of me or you're going to be peeing in a cup tomorrow morning and
Eduardo is going to be on the next bus out of Ford Nimrod." In a sulk
Charlotte handed over her phone and Dixie opened up the photo album.

   Dixie had to hold herself back from quivering with delight at the
pictures on Charlotte's phone, she could see her fear and humiliation as
these people has seen her.  Her nipples stiff enough to cut glass and her
pussy clearly streaming.  As she went through deleting the pictures she
heard Charlotte mumble under her breath.

   "Slut."

   "You know what, just for that..." Dixie began, she switched the camera
back on, held it close to her soaking pussy, parted her lips wide and took
a picture.  She then attached the picture to a text message and sent it to
the barkeeper, with the text "thinking of you."

   "What are you doing?" Charlotte asked.

   "Oh you'll see.  Anyway all the pictures are deleted, and if I hear a
single word about this you're getting kicked out of school and poor Eduardo
here is on food stamps." Dixie felt proud of herself as she walked towards
the back door and the shocked kids parted to let her through.

   ...

   Dixie relaxed as she finished putting on her shoes, she had enjoyed
herself but was glad she had made it through the adventure.  Now decent she
walked over to the librarian, eager to get some scissors and make sure the
email had been sent alright.

   "Can I have some scissors please?" she asked the librarian.

   "Here you go Dixie, please don't use it to damage the books in revenge."
the Librarian joked.  Dixie was clearly missing something, and the
librarian clocked the quizzical look on her face before pointing to a sign
behind her that said.

   "No WiFi until Sunday.  Sorry!"

   Dixie was so sure she was done, but now she was worrying again, she had
a ticking time bomb on her phone and she would have to diffuse it before it
could connect to the internet again.

   "Yeah sorry Dixie.  If it helps we were finally able to afford to fix
the barcode scanner with the money we made renting out our WiFi router. 
But if you still need the internet I'm sure the Rusty Spur will let you use
it, I bet your phone and computer will still automatically connect." Dixie
was pale from her head to her toes.  She mumbled something non-committal
and rushed to the stalls to free the phone from her arm.

   Her outbox was empty.

   Her sent mail had one new message in it, the one with the subject line
"An Invitation."

   With dread she opened the attachment and her worst fears had come true,
there, filling her screen was the degraded "Horse cock whore" she was
hoping the town wouldn't see.

   She had 46 new messages in her inbox.

   ...

   Dixie's father had no idea what "hacked" meant or what "Photoshop" was
but he was relieved when Dixie sent out an email explaining to everyone
that it wasn't actually her in the picture.  Dixie had to put up with a lot
of sideways glances and taunts for a while but she played the victim hard
enough that eventually people felt bad enough for her to let it be. 
Charlotte, Mary, Elizabeth and Eduardo all knew the truth behind the email,
but they weren't going to start telling people.

   The Bartender at the Rusty Spur had had a hell of a day, by the end he
was ordering extra-large prints of his pictures of Hillary to be displayed
proudly in the bar, while he kept the other two naughty pictures he had
received that day to himself, firm in the belief that all three pictures
featured three different women.

   The only weird side effect was one morning when Dixie's dad received a
phone call from Miss Throckmorton, asking if he had recently hired any
workers who looked a little like Hillary Clinton.

   ...

   Epilogue.

   Dixie carefully cut around the bottom of her new Hillary Clinton mask,
creating a hole from the nose down to the chin that made her look like a
weird Democratic Batman.  As she pulled the mask over her head, her hands
reached down to a dog collar that she clipped over the rest of the mask
pinning it to her neck.  Nobody would be able to quickly rip of this mask.
She opened the door of her truck and stepped into the mid-morning sun. 
Glancing around she saw the that Fort's car park was as empty as she had
expected for just before lunch on a Tuesday and she had parked her truck in
amongst a nest of trees hidden from the high street.  She took off her long
coat and threw it into the truck, before locking the doors and placing the
key in a box she had hidden under the wheel arches.  Under her coat she was
as bare as she had been last time she had donned the mask, with the
exception of a long bushy tail, held in place with a not inconsiderable
butt plug.  She took out the note she had pre-written, making extra sure it
explained everything as if she was forced to talk someone might recognise
her voice.  Satisfied with everything she had prepared and loving the
butterflies doing somersaults in her stomach she began to walk towards the
Rusty Spur, ready to hand the bartender her note.

   "Dear patrons of the Rusty Spur.  I'd like to apply for a job as a
waitress, I already have my uniform and I am willing to complete any
interview process you see fit.  I'm afraid I can't commit to any hours so
let's just say I'll occasionally be around.  I'll leave you to decide what
payment for this role is."