The dark mistress pondered her dilemma. She had no control over who took what pills at a rave. As other pushers had done, she donated her samples to the promoter's supply even though her motive was a bit different than most. Yet, her dope was popular, and she usually had a selection of a few potential victims each time. Her last two pairs of subjects had perished of starvation and dehydration within days of being placed in her dungeon. The third, she hoped, would be the charm.
This was the first rave Eric had attended. Sure, he had attended lots of parties in his time, but this was excellent. Glancing at his watch, it was just past 1:00 and a surge of people had just added their bulk to the crowd. The techno music was loud. Beer and dope was free for the taking. Even though it was in an abandoned warehouse across town in the ghetto, there were plenty of white guys and even white girls here. And the girls were hot, hot, hot! But he was frustrated that Jill, the girl he most wanted to hook up with, was with her friends flirting with a bunch of black guys. Oh well. He might still get lucky tonight, if not Jill, then someone else. Hey, you never know. Even geeky guys sometimes get lucky.
But wow, that last pill, the red one branded Degradation, made all his senses super intense. Wow, what a rush!
Keisha had been to so many raves that this one was no big deal. She was hanging with some sistahs at a table by the DJ.
Tanya reached out and held Keisha's long braided hair out and said, "You're lookin' good, girl!"
Sonya then said, "Keisha! Look at Duane making an ass of hisself!" Duane, and a bunch of other brothers, were all hitting on white chicks, of course. Honkeys ought to get back in their Beemers and get out of the hood and back to their own clubs!
She remembered what her mamma once told her. Always stand tall and be proud whatever else happens. Duane's an idiot, she put him out of her mind and resolved to have fun at this party!
Keisha grabbed at a plate of pills on the table and nabbed a red one she had never seen before. Degradation? Worth a try. She swallowed it down with gulp of beer.
Eric woke. Where was he? It felt like the time he woke from an operation in the hospital -- one moment, the doctor was poking him with needles and telling him to count backwards, the next moment, he was awake on a gurney with a nurse handing him a glass of water. But this time, there was no nurse. Alertness came to him quickly. He was laying on his back, but he was embedded in the wall. What the hell! His head seemed to be supported from underneath by some narrow brace. His body was immobile, like he was in some kind of shell. He turned his head to look around. He was in a room about ten feet wide by ten feet long. He couldn't tell how far above the floor he was. One wall had some sort of large recess with some gadget below it. It was hard to tell at this angle. His wall had two indentations above him, closer to the ceiling. He tried to reach for the mechanism, but his body was encased in some sort of cylinder with very little room to move his arms or legs. The far wall was barred, and seemed to have a barred door, like a jail cell. Then he noticed her. There was a girl laying on the floor. A black girl. She was naked -- completely naked. She seemed to be unconscious. It was hurting his neck to be looking around so he faced back up toward the ceiling to wonder what in hell was going on.
What kind of jackass pill was that? wondered Keisha. Knocked me straight on my ass. Damn this floor is hard. What the?
She was no longer at the rave. She was in this, like, room. And she was naked! Was she raped? Then she saw the jail bars!
Damn, busted for dope!
She stood and walked to the bars.
What the hell! This ain't no jail. Looks like one of those places you play laser tag at the mall. Huh, what was that noise?
She spun around. There was a guy's head sticking out the wall? A white guy! With bright red hair. She crouched back down and leaned with her back to the bars.
This guy's head is sticking out the wall about waist height above the floor. There's four round holes in the wall. Two about four feet above his head and about two feet apart. And two about a foot above the floor about two feet apart. The dude's head is resting on some sort of thick metal plate situated vertical-like with a shallow hard plastic bowl just under the back of his head. But how do I get out of this shit? The door is weird too. The lock is made out of some kind of clear stuff, like glass or clear plastic. There is some kind of steel pin going through a bar holding the door closed. The pin is hanging from some wire up over a pulley and back down to an empty can. All this contraption is behind that clear glass or plastic. There's a clear plastic tube sticking out of the thing angled down as it came out of the lock. The tube is about four inches long. The end of the tube inside the door curved down and into that little can. It looks like if you could somehow fill that can with water or something, it would pull the pin up and unlock the door. There was some kind of name for this kind of contraption! What was it? Rube Goldberg! They call this a Rube Goldberg machine! But how do I fill that can with water to open the door?
She tried to stick her finger up the tube, but it wouldn't go in far enough to bend down and touch the can.
She tried to lean over, her head nearly to the floor, with her ass against the tube, to pee at an upward angle into the tube, but even when her aim was right on, she couldn't pee with enough force to pee up the tube.
She was also getting thirsty. She looked around again. There was a drinking fountain in the room recessed in the wall. She could use a drink. There was some sort of seat in front of the drinking fountain with two rods sticking out of it. How could someone sit on that, she wondered. She went over to it. She tried to stick her head in the recess to get her mouth over the faucet, but she couldn't fit. It seemed that the only way to get in position would be to sit. She tried pressing one of the buttons to see if water would come out, but no water came from the fountain. She looked at the two rods sticking out from the seat in front of the fountain. One was bigger than the other and set about three inches apart. They each had some kind of trigger button on them. Then she noticed a sign on the wall next to the fountain. "Press all four buttons simultaneously to drink." But what does simultaneously mean, wondered Keisha. That's honkey talk! But then she got an idea. She gingerly sat at the fountain. The two rods sliding up her two lower orifices. The front one felt good, but that back one hurt and felt yucky. She pressed the two buttons with her two hands and water came flowing gently out the faucet. She reached her head in and took a drink.
Her thirst quenched, she stood and then sat on the floor by the dude in the wall. Maybe he knows what the hell is going on? And why in hell am I naked?
"Hey, you know what's going on?" she asked.
"Where am I?" he answered.
"You're stuck in the wall about four feet above the floor. What happened at the rave? Do you know anything?"
Eric watched the girl get up and explore the room. She studied the bars for quite a while before going over to that recess in the other wall. She fiddled with the thing for a while until she sat down. He heard water running for a bit, then she stood and came over to him and spoke.
"Hey! Y'know what's go'n on?" she said.
"Where am I?" he asked back.
"Yo stuck in th' wah' 'bout fo' feet 'bove the floh'! Wha' happ'n at th' rave? Y'know anyth'n?"
Eric could barely understand her through her ghetto accent. "I was at the rave, then I popped some dope, then I was here. That's all I remember. How about you?"
Keisha thought about that. "What kind of dope did you take?" she asked him.
"Some red pills. I think they were labeled Degradation or something. Some dominatrix type woman all in leather was giving them out."
"Yeah, that's what I took too. That bitch must have snatched us! We've got to get out of here!"
"How are we going to get out? I'm stuck in this wall! Is there a door by those bars?"
"Yeah, there's a door. But it's damn weird! Everything's, like, rigged or something! To open the door, you got to stick some kind of hose into a tube and fill some can with... Damn! Damn! I know! You can open that door!"
"Great! Open the door and get out and get the cops!"
"No. I can't open the door. But you can!"
"Me? Why me?"
"Cause, like, well, you're a guy. And you got-- Well-- You can open the door and I can't! You'll see if you can get out of the wall!"
"I don't know how to get out of this damn wall!"
"Wait! There's a sign here, like the fountain!"
"What's it say?"
"It says, uhm, 'To release the captive, lift the four levers re-- recess-- Damn! I can't read that word!"
"Damn! 'To release the captive, lift the four recessed levers simul-- wait, I remember this word -- simultaneously and push the top two up until the top half clicks into place."
"So there's four levers in this wall holding me?"
She fiddled with two of the lower levers. Inside each of the circular recesses was a lever that lifted easily enough. The two top ones looked to be about the same, but she didn't want to stand and reach over his head so he could see her titties from underneath.
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