CHAPTER 93: BLACK MAGIC (1)

Madison’s eyes snapped open as her memories synched with her parallel self. What she learned both excited and terrified her.

There was still about an hour to go before morning assembly and breakfast, but there was no way she was getting back to sleep.

So she lay there, listening to the breathing of her horrible cellmate and the other noises neighboring inmates were making. Further down the cellblock, she could hear several inmates having a quiet conversation.

By the time her pestiferous cellmate finally stirred and got out of bed, Madison was so tense she could barely move.

She knew what her first lines were supposed to be, but when she opened her mouth to speak, the only thing that came out was a strangled gurgling.

Oh shit, oh shit! What do I do? I’ve already screwed it up! As she quietly panicked in her cell, her parallel self was having a similar meltdown.

"Oh shit, oh shit! What do I do? I’ve already screwed it up!" she cried in Jack’s soul space.

As soon as she spoke, he rushed over and grabbed her shoulders. Normally, just being near him, having him touch her, was comforting, but her panic was so intense that this time it didn’t help.

"What happened?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice and evident in their connection, something she monitored constantly.

He was the only person in the world that had ever shown her any genuine compassion after her parents died.

"I tried to say the line, but I just made this stupid noise instead! What do I dooooo!" she wailed.

"Breath!" he commanded. His tone was firm and reassuring. "Just breath. In and out. In and out."

While parallel Madison tried to control her breathing, inmate Madison was hyperventilating.

"Aw, are you havin’ one o’ your panic attacks?" asked Rose, sounding anything but concerned.

Madison groaned in despair and her first prepared lines came out in a guttural jumble between panicked breaths, "Lord!...Ah! Asmodeus!... Grant!... Thank!... Power!... Blessing!... Beseech... Rose... Curse!"

"¡Dios mío!" exclaimed her cellmate, while making a symbol in front of her with her hand.

Hearing Rose’s response to her garbled lines, Madison felt a bit of her confidence return and tried again, "Oh lord Asmodeus, thank you for granting me your power that I might curse Rose."

"¡¿qué?!" cried Rose as she backed away from Madison towards the sink.

Her confidence growing at hearing Rose’s increasing distress, Madison sat up and turned to look at her cellmate.

Trying to say the lines like she had practiced, she managed a slightly croaking deadpan voice. "You have troubled me for far too long. You will cease your vile pestering or I shall turn your toothpaste to ass cream!"

She had complained to Jack that it wasn’t "ass cream." It had a brand name, and Rose wouldn’t know what she was talking about unless she used the right name.

Jack had replied that using the brand name would just make her sound stilted and pedantic, and she just needed to trust him and Miranda that calling it "ass cream" would be more effective.

Rose looked at Madison like she couldn’t decide if the girl was insane, or possessed, "Ass cream? Are you loco?"

Then Rose walked over to the sink and grabbed her tube of toothpaste. As soon as Madison saw Rose pick up her toothpaste, she snapped her fingers.

Rose twitched and looked at the tube in her hand. When Jack replaced the toothpaste with ass cream, he wasn’t able to preserve the tube shape, so it now had a few extra ripples in it.

"¿qué?" muttered Rose.

She unscrewed the cap and squeezed out a dollop of paste, then stuck it in her mouth.

Blech! She dropped the tube of toothpaste and rushed to the sink.

Serves you right, you nasty bitch! I hope you enjoyed the taste, thought Madison.

After rinsing her mouth, Rose turned to Madison and said, "You sneaky little bitch. I don’t know where you got your hands on ass cream, but you’re not scaring me with this little stunt."

She reached down to pick up the toothpaste tube while saying, "You just wait until I show this to the warden."

Snap! Madison snapped her fingers again before Rose could touch the tube of toothpaste.

After Madison had snapped her fingers the first time, Jack had squeezed out all the ass cream from the toothpaste tube so it would be ready when she snapped her fingers the second time.

"¡Chale!" exclaimed Rose as she jumped back.

Hah! The sight of her pesky cellmate jumping in shock thrilled Madison. She was beginning to enjoy this.

The once half full tube of toothpaste was now empty and looked like it had had been crushed in someone’s fist.

"Show what to the warden?" sang Madison darkly.

She was starting to relax. This was going great!

Rose stared at the crushed toothpaste tube, then looked at Madison and said, "How?! How did you do this?"

"By the grace of Asmodeus!" declared Madison. "Since god failed to answer my prayers, I beseeched the demon Asmodeus instead. And he has granted my wish! For as long as you trouble me, you shall suffer!"

Fear and anger played across Rose’s face as Madison spoke. After hearing Madison’s answer, she appeared to struggle before taking a hesitant step towards Madison.

Seeing Rose take a step towards her and fearing that Rose might actually try to touch her, she cried, "You foul thing, if you want a tongue on your snatch so badly, then enjoy the touch of Asmodeus!"

"AAAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!"

A moment after Madison spoke, Rose screeched in confused terror and clutched at her crotch. While looking at Madison in horror, she violently shook her head in terror and backed away until she squeezed herself into the corner of the cell, her back pressed against the sink and the wall.

Madison grinned evilly at the sight of her pesky cellmate quivering in fear, cowering in the corner.

To pull off this latest bit if "black magic," they clipped a bunch of thumbtacks so the pin was only two millimeters long, then they glued them in an array on the back of a piece of sticky tape designed to adhere to cloth.

When Madison declared that, "Asmodeus would lick Rose’s snatch," Jack had used maxed time ratio to adhere the thumbtack backed tape to the inside of Rose’s panties.

Then he had repeatedly exported, then repositioned the tape, so that it started low and ran up the front of her panties. From her point of view, it would feel like a spiny tongue was licking her nasty slit.

"AAAAHAHAHAHAHAH!" cackled Madison. "Did you enjoy Asmodeus’ tongue on your vile snatch? Do you want to feel it again!?"

"NO!" cried Rose, shaking her head. "Please! No!"

"I think Asmodeus wants another taste. Your terror pleases him." Rose’s terror also pleased Madison. Pleased her intensely.

"Nonononono!" moaned Rose, before screaming again, "AAIEIEIEIEEEEIEEEEE!"