A Vessel

There was a round, circular dip in the floor of the cavern. Lois Lane saw the shimmer of water, smooth as a mirror. The naked women moved around it in a kind of dance, and as their faces came into the light, the reporter could recognize the missing women she had come here to find.

Except it wasn't water. Lois could see that now. It was grey-white, milky, and familiar. The smell came to her, that salty, ammoniac reek that made her throat dry. She realized that the cup she was holding was empty.

Angelica Blaze took it from her hand.

"Yes. This is where we get it from. Chemically, it is almost identical to human semen. A naturally occurring biological compound. Quite safe to consume. You know scientists have suggested that consuming semen causes changes in a woman's body? The brain secretes chemicals that prepare her for sexual activity...fertilization..."

Lois shivered, though there was no wind.

"But it's not enough," Blaze said, and Lois saw the dancers move out of their circle to surround her. Their hands tugged at her clothes, and Lois pulled away...but they were laughing, holding on, and suddenly Lois was struggling out of her jacket, her shirt and pants. They weren't fighting her, not really, but they kept moving, pulling, grasping, and Lois could almost taste that grey goo...

"The power that sleeps here needs a vessel. Something...someone...it can inhabit. The fiery spirit has been pent up for centuries, hungry, drawing fertility into itself but without the will to give it back. All that stolen fertility must go somewhere before the spirit can be fully reawakened..."

Blaze turned back to Lois. In the dim light, her face was a mask of evil. The reporter stood panting and naked, one hand across her breasts, another covering the cleft between her legs. The four women laughed, holding her clothes, spreading themselves away from her in the darkness.

"But it must be done willingly. We cannot **** a vessel to be filled. Aren't you thirsty Lois? Come. Come and drink your fill..."

The reporter hesitated. This was insane...and yet she couldn't deny that her stomach, which should be over-full from all that she had drunk, was rumbling as though with hunger. Her throat felt dry and scratchy. She could still taste the goo in her mouth, and now that Angelica had said it, the reporter admitted to herself that it did taste like semen.

She looked back at the stairwell. None of the women were in the way. She could escape easily. Just turn around, run away...maybe grab a tablecloth to wrap around herself...more than enough for an article.

The reporter turned back to see Angelica begin to strip out of her clothes.

"Come, Lois." She said, as her bare breasts were exposed to the pale light. Lit from beneath, they looked like half-moons hanging in the darkness. "Don't you want to taste it?"