Trapped

Lois' world eclipsed into the rapidly-shrinking bit of light above her, as she clambered up the ladder as quickly as she dared. Every shift of her hips as she lifted her legs was uncomfortable, the stone thing inside her quim pressing against muscles and organs awkwardly. Just as she climbed, so did that solid mass within her—and it was a race that she saw, as the statue slid over the opening of the tunnel, that she couldn't win.

As darkness settled over her, Lois paused on the ladder, panting for breath, resting in place. Only the broken prick inside of her didn't stop. She could feel it moving, slowly, deeper within. Already it was pressing uncomfortably deep...deeper than any lover had ever gone, stretching out a part of her that had been untouched except during cervical swabs. Lois drew stale are into her lungs, feeling the walls close around her in the darkness.

It's like a tomb in here, she thought. Or a womb.

The thought spurred Lois back into action. Carefully, moving by touch, she climbed the final few rungs of the ladder, until she could sense the top of the shaft immediately above her. Planting her feet firmly, and hanging onto a rung with one hand, Lois fished out her smartphone and flicked it on.

Light, painfully bright after the few minutes of darkness, lit up the confined space. The reporter scanned the phone around the top of the shaft looking for...something. A trigger, a mechanism. Something that the cultists who used this tunnel might use to move the statue back away from the entrance.

There was nothing.

They must use another exit, Lois decided. And since I know what lies down one end of the tunnel, that just leaves the other end.

She frowned and turned off the phone to conserve the battery. Began the long climb back down, the statue's stone shaft bumping uncomfortably near her cervix with every step. It was like an itch she couldn't scratch, or a stubborn bubble of gas pressing against her insides, not always painfully but always present. Lois felt trapped—herded—and the clock was ticking as the demon dong burrowed into her womb. After several minutes, panting slightly and with the solid mass in her abdomen sitting heavily on her insides, Lois' feet touched bottom again.

If there is any way out of here, Lois decided. It's straight ahead.

The reporter felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. She felt like someone was watching her...but there was no-one else here in the cramped darkness underground...was there?