"Found a sweet spot, huh?"

"Yea, her little clit's hotter than a fucking firecracker, about ready to burst it's so ripe. Kid might be hot to trot."

"Shit, hurry it up man, I'm about to pop my nut before you even get your cock into her. Sure I can't fuck mom here, she looks like she could get it on too?"

"Not yet, later. One thing at a time."

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Now, Chapter Five:

Simon hated the fact he'd had to drag Billy Scott into his seduction caper. He cursed to himself, pissed he'd rushed into this thing but knowing he could not control himself. The timetable for snatching the young blonde schoolgirl was not firm, still tentative in vital spots and he was sure his freedom and life would be forfeit if he fucked that up.

So why chance fucking things up with this mother and daughter caper," his mind wondered? Yea, that was the million-dollar question, wasn't it? Plus dragging in his ex-con buddy on the gig and letting him know what was going on. Probably couldn't help that, he didn't want to be seen in public with the woman and child, let Billy Scott take that rap. But how to keep Billy Scott's mouth closed when they were looking to present the guy with all the charges and he was facing life or the needle? That was the even bigger question.

Simon's need for young pussy was a lust he still could not control. When it seized him he was like a man on coke or H, driven by devils unseen but just as demanding as the harshest taskmaster, unable to overcome the whispered urgings once they reached that level of roaring inner sound. Thunder against a backdrop of painful lightning flashes. Driving him to the point of insanity and sometimes his mind could not fully encompass all the dangers and restrictions he should be thinking about, satisfying that lust the inner demon, the keeper of the Temple of Simon, demanded. This was one of those times and it was one of those times that had landed Simon in the joint.

Without reservations, a sacrifice was required demanded the voice. Not later but now. Go forth and find the candidate worthy of your devotion, your attention and of being your ultimate sacrificial lamb. Take the parent too if needed, she is just a pawn in the game, the sacrificial vessel's companion and not worth another thought. Not really a viable person in the scheme of things by way of Simon's lifestyle now is she? Just another partner in the sacrifice, the holder of the virginal one's hand as you take the blood onto your body, her part simply one of witness and surrogate only. Do with her as you will.

"Billy Scott, you can wake the cunt up now and do with her what you want. Maybe you want a hit or two before you do, it's in my pants pocket," Simon said to the tall convict as he gazed at the young six-year old's flushed face. That would set the guy off, the drugs and the look of the immobilized cunt, young and innocent so to speak, at least as to the type of horrors Simon and Billy Scott often were involved in.

The tall ex-con grinned, the yellowing teeth showing, the front two chipped off about half way down from a fistfight in the laundry with three dudes from the Mexican Mafia. Show those mutha' fucking wetback dudes what the Aryan Brotherhood was all about. So it cost him a couple of teeth, so what. He picked up the pants of the pedophile, watching intently as the man teased the young child, dipping his head down to nip at the tip of her pert little nose and then using his tongue to run big, wet swipes from her chin to her forehead, the spittle drying with a cold flush on the child's face. Yea, that freakin' Simon was wound just a little too tight for this old world, he thought taking the bag of coke out of the pants pocket.

He went to the coffee table and sat on the couch pulling a razor out of his dope bag he kept in his pocket. Quickly he recut the dope, sifting it into three long lines about three inches each. Yea, that ought to get his nut off, he thought, bending and with a rolled up crisp bill snorting the coke up his left nostril. He felt the rush, the warming spreading over his body, his mind floating towards the heavens, his testicles sizzling with energy and passion.

"Oh yeah brother, nuthing fucking like it." He started to bend down and take the second hit but quickly glanced at Simon. "Want a quick hit man, it'll get you harder then you'd ever think you could get. Cat couldn't scratch your cock if it tried, hear me?" ......(cont)