Hilbilly Hell

One of her colleagues, a woman called Haley, discovered Reese had taken nearly four hundred thousand dollars from the bank.  When Haley confronted her about it, things went wrong.  In a panic, Reese lashed out at Haley and sent her falling down some stairs to her death.  Haley broke her neck in the fall.  Reese got out of there quickly after knowing the security cameras had caught everything.  The police are now after Reese for murder and embezzlement.

Knowing they were after her, Reese decided to take a different route to Arizona and try to keep off the main roads.  That’s why they’re both in Alabama, heading along some backwater gravel road.  Ava has been curious about why they’ve taken such a strange route to Arizona.  Reese knew the law would eventually catch up with her, and she wasn’t delusional.  She wanted to spend this last trip with her daughter before everything happened.

Reese usually laughed off Ava’s questions, saying, “Oh, we’ve been to Kansas, Illinois, and New Mexico before.  This is our chance to see a different part of the country.”

Ava would roll her eyes, saying, “Yeah, but why not stay on the highways?  God knows where we are, and there’s no cell reception out here.”

“These shortcuts will save us time,” Reese would say.  “You’ll see.”

Ava didn’t see.  They had to be in Arizona in two weeks and still had so far to go.  It worried the girl, who could also see her mother was preoccupied with something.  She wondered if keeping her out where there was little to no cell phone reception was a ploy to keep her ignorant of something she might see in the media.  However, she dismissed the idea, instead trusting her mother as a young girl should.

*****

Suddenly, a pothole makes the car jerk, waking the young girl, and she grunts and stares at the rural surroundings going by her windows.  “Where are we now?” Ava complains, turning to her mother.

“Oh, on a cool shortcut that will take about four hours off our trip,” Reese said with a smile.  “Isn’t it beautiful out here?  You won’t see countryside like this from the highways.”

“It’s great until some hillbilly hick tries to kill us and then eat our corpses,” Ava said, rolling her eyes.

“Oh, you’ve watched too many horror films,” Reese said disapprovingly.  “I’m sure the folk who live out here are good, honest, hardworking people.  Country folk are always very hospitable.”

Ava guffaws.  “And just how many ‘country folk’ do you know, mom?”

Reese grimaces.  She remembers Haley telling her once she came from rural Arkansas.  The memory of the poor woman falling down the stairs screaming until that loud snapping noise silenced her flashed through Reese’s mind, making her shiver.  “Well, not many,” she confessed.  “But people are people.  Not everyone is bad.  Most people are good.  Even the ones that make mistakes and do bad things can still be good people at heart.”

Ava frowns.  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, nothing—” she begins, but the car splatters, making its motion jerky.  “What the hell?”  The engine dies, and Reese lets it roll to the side of the road.  Black smoke is now coming from under the hood.  “Oh, crap,” Reese said with a scowl.

Ava’s eyes bulge, and her face turns red.  “This is why we should’ve stayed on the highway, mom,” she yelled.  “Just in case something like this happened.”  She pulls out her cell phone and sees no bars.  “Great, we can’t even call for help.  Nice going, mom.”

Reese tries to shrug it off, but she’s scared.  Two women stuck alone out here is not a scenario she wants to entertain.  She gestures to the gravel road, “Look at the road.  It’s well-maintained for a rural road, so regular traffic must be on it.  We must wait for someone to come by, and I’m sure they’ll help us.”

“Help us or—”

“Don’t start that nonsense,” Reese cut over Ava.  “You’ve got to stop thinking the worst about people.”

“Thinking the worst about people is a survival strategy, mom,” Ava grumpily said.  “Now what?  Any ideas?”

Reese shrugs.  “That’s smoke coming out, not steam.  That means it’s probably something serious,” she muses, ignoring her daughter’s outraged stares.  Turning to Ava, she said, “Maybe we should get out so we can flag down any passing vehicles.  If we don’t see any cars in the next hour, there is a house about two to three miles back.  We could go there and ask for some help.”

Ava groans.  “I saw that too.  It was more like Ten miles back.”

Reese opens her door.  “Oh, you were asleep when we passed the house I saw.  Look, if you want to sit in the car, then fine.  But one of us must be out here to flag down a passing car.”

Reese was soon standing at the front of the car that was still billowing black smoke under the hood.  She turns and gazes in each direction of the road to see no vehicles.  Then she gets her phone out and turns it on.  There’s no reception either.  Reese doesn’t mind that because she thinks the police might track her signal if there is reception.  The horrified face of Haley, as she falls screaming down the stairs fills Reese’s mind again, and she shivers.

‘Hold it together, Reese,’ she thought, steeling herself.  ‘I can’t help Haley or what happened.  Right now, it’s about spending time with Ava.  Then, I’ll face the music about everything else.  Just one last good time with my daughter, please, God.  That’s all I ask.  Before what I did turns everything to shit.’

As she puts her phone away, she hears the unmistakable sound of a vehicle to her left.  She stares down the road to see dust billowing behind a utility truck.

“Ava,” she shouts.  “Here comes a car.”

Ava opens the door and climbs out, staring down the road at the approaching vehicle.  The rumble of its diesel engine grew louder.  “That was lucky,” Ava said, waving at the vehicle.

Reese joins in and is relieved when the dirty truck stops beside them.  Inside is a fat, redheaded woman with large breasts.  Her hair is greasy and unkempt, and judging by her dirty face, Reese thinks the rest of her is probably just as bad.  She seems to be in her forties and is wearing a tight black t-shirt with ‘Pussy Hound’ written on it.  The woman’s nipples are poking through the material.  However, something about her appearance screams ‘intellectually disabled,’ but Reese shoves those thoughts aside because she needs this woman’s help.

“Got car troubles?” the woman shouts from the cab.

Reese nods.  “Yeah, the damn thing broke down.  Our phones don’t work out here, so we can’t call for a tow truck.  Do you have a phone at your home that we could use?  We’d be very grateful, and I can pay you for your trouble.”

“Well, ain’t that a purdy pickle you got yourself in, lady,” the woman said and laughed.  “We got a phone at the house.  I can take you there if’n you want.  Ain’t no trouble.”

Ava chuckles at the woman’s thick hillbilly accent, and Reese elbows her in the side, making the girl stop.  Then, to the woman, she said, “That would be great.  Let us grab some stuff from the car, and we’ll be right with you.”

As the two gather their bags, Reese whispers to her daughter, “Now, be nice to this woman.  She’s helping us.  Don’t piss her off by being rude about how she looks or sounds.”

Ava rolls her eyes and sighs in teenage annoyance.  “Geez, mom.  I’m not stupid.  She might be, but I’m not.”

“Ava, stop it.”

“OK.  OK,” Ava said, shoving her phone into her backpack and shutting the back door.

They throw their gear into the back of the truck and climb into the cab.  Reese is sitting closest to the redheaded woman in the driver’s seat.  The smell coming from her is dreadful.

“Have we met?” the woman asks with a smile showing yellowed and crooked teeth.

‘I’d remember if I’d met such a hideous-looking woman,’ Reese thought.  “No, I’m Reese Johnson, and this is my daughter Ava.”

The ugly woman nods.  “You do look familiar.  I’m Daisy Nash.  I live with my mama, Mabel.  You’ll meet her at the farm.”

“Nice to me you, Daisy,” Reese said, and Ava nodded.  “Thanks for helping us.”

“Ain’t no bother,” Daisy said as she drove off.

They made small talk on the drive to the farm, but Daisy’s stench was almost unbearable for both women.  Daisy’s t-shirt, several sizes too small for the fat woman, slowly rode up and exposed the bottoms of her saggy breasts.  The woman didn’t seem to care and just kept on driving.  After about fifteen minutes, Daisy pulled over and got out.

“Ah, where are you going?” Reese asked, thankful for the fresh air.

“I need go pee-pee,” Daisy said with a crooked smile, promptly unclipping her overalls and letting them fall, exposing her naked loins.

Ava and Reese stared with their eyes bulging at Daisy’s extremely hairy pussy.  You couldn’t even see the slit as so much hair was there.  Daisy squats in full view of Reese, and Ava spreads her legs and starts pissing.  She gazed up at her passengers and smiled, ignoring their obvious discomfort.

When they turned to look away, Daisy said, “I don’t mind.  You can look at it.  Come on, watch me pee.  Ain’t no big deal.”

The women gaze at each other with a frown.  “It’s OK.  We don’t need to see that, Ms. Nash,” Ava said.

“Aw, come on.  We all got cunny’s, right?  Ain’t no big deal.  You do want to use my phone, right?”

“Of course we do,” Reese said.

“Then look at it,” Daisy insisted.

With a sigh, they turned back to see that Daisy had now taken her t-shirt off, and her sagging breasts were on display.

“Do you like my cunny?” she asks the two city women.

A heavy stream of yellow piss is still gushing from her pussy, and the woman grabs her labia and pulls them apart to show her passengers the inner layout of her minge.  The brackish odor of her piss wafting through the cab is soon joined by the smell of dirty pussy.

“I like my snatch.  It makes me feel good.  Look how pink it is in there.”  Daisy lifts her head to see the women aren’t looking.  “Go on, look.”

With a sigh, Reese and Ava gaze at her gaping pussy lips held by fat fingers.

“Yeah, nice,” Reese said flatly.

Suddenly, the piss stops, and Daisy stands and pulls up her overalls.  She clips them over her naked breasts and throws the t-shirt in the back of the truck.  Getting back into the truck, she starts the engine and drives off.

“That’s better,” Daisy said with a sigh.  “When ya gotta go, ya gotta go.”

“How far to your house?” Ava asks, hoping this nightmare ride will be over soon.

“Not too far.  Mama’s gonna love seein’ you, that’s for sure.”

Ava glances at Reese with a ‘told you so’ attitude.  Reese shrugs and squeezes her daughter’s knee, hoping to convey reassurance.