Kick Free

Lois struck swiftly, turning as much as she could in the tight confines of the tunnel, swinging her legs and lashing out. She felt the shock as her foot connected with something solid, and the arm which was pinning Lois to the floor of the tunnel disappeared. Not wasting a moment, the reporter clawed forward with her arms, pulling herself deeper into the tunnel as quickly as possible.

It was different, scrambling through the darkness, knowing there was somebody waiting behind her. The walls seemed even closer now, the air more stale, and Lois' thoughts turned toward what was ahead of her...and hoping the light she had seen did not illuminate a dead end.

Worse, she wondered if the person she had kicked might not be following her...clambering through the tunnel after her, sure of their prey. The thought of a hand suddenly grabbing Lois' foot was bad enough, but she was also acutely aware now of the bareness of her ass and pussy. As a reporter, she knew there were worse fates for women than just being roughed up a little, and she might have just escaped one.

When she did finally pause...doing her best to pant quietly, listening intently for any sounds of pursuit...what did come to her ears was not the scrabble of knees and elbows on rough brick and cement. It was...music.

A queer, high-pitched piping, soft and strident, echoing throughout the tunnel, just at the limit of her hearing. A tune in some minor key that sounded immediately exotic...and worse, which seemed to be answered by some counterpuntal song.

Lois stared ahead, trying to judge distance. How far had she gone? How far to the exit? She couldn't see a light ahead, only darkness.

Then, the darkness moved.