Search For Hidden Doors

Lois looked over the chamber again. It wasn't a closet or a proper room, and she didn't think that the cultists or whomever had contractors come down and install this space. That meant they had repurposed it from...something.

Carefully, tiptoeing around the lines of the circle so as not to smudge anything, the reporter rapped her knuckles against the walls, listening for echoes, measuring distances as best she could in the dim light of her smartphone, checking for edges...

The stone phallus lodged in her pussy was bothering her. At first, Lois had thought it had just been the weight of the thing, and that definitely did feel like it was trying to drag her womb right out through her vagina...but the longer she held it in, the more the dawning realization came that it was her pussy muscles that were feeling it the hardest. Like kegel exercises gone on to long. They had passed from just sore to screaming at her.

It's like my pussy is holding onto it. Lois thought to herself. Like my puss never wants to let it go.

On the back wall, Lois heard a dull thump in the middle, about knee-height, when she tapped it with her fist. The reporter dug a nail into the surface and it didn't feel like concrete...more like some kind of plaster.

Standing up, she tried to gave it a solid kick, but the angle was wrong for it, landing without much ****. With a sigh, the reporter settled herself down, butt in the center of the circle, the stone cock penetrating uncomfortably deep from this angle—but she could draw back her knee and give a solid kick now.

After three such blows, something cracked in the wall—paint of plaster, Lois couldn't tell which—and the shock of each impact against her heel seemed to send the igneous intruder inside her slamming deeper with each blow. A half-dozen kicks more left Lois panting, her insides feeling bruised, and there was a pile of debris along the back wall...and a hole,

It was rectangular opening, and had been buried beneath about half an inch of plaster. A small metal door set into a brick wall. Lois crumbled some of the plaster between her fingers...dry as a bone.

Which means its been set for some time. Lois thought to herself. Hidden here, before whomever drew this summoning circle. Did they not know about it?

Curiosity overwhelmed the reporter. She squatted on her haunches, wincing at the weight of the stone cock lodged inside of her as she carefully opened the door by its little latch...no lock at all...and shined the light from her phone on the interior.

The inside was about a foot deep, six inches wide. A plain metal box, and almost empty...except a small book, bound in leather, like a journal...and a knife, the blade reflecting the light back at her like a mirror, the dark black handle gleaming.