Chanting

Lois held her breath, staring out through the slits in the grate. People were coming in, single file...no hooded robes like in the movies. They were young women, college students by the look of them, dressed for the club, of all shapes, sizes, and ethnicity. And they were chanting.

The reporter couldn't make out the words, exactly, though it sounded like Latin interspersed with something else. The tune was simple, familiar, and Lois recognized it in a few moments as the Witches Reel.

She watched them circle the statue to the left, and Lois was barely aware of how her shirt was riding up, the cold metal on her bare belly. The stone lump was still there in her pussy, but it was less obvious now, as if she was getting used to its presence. Her world narrowed to the tableaux before her, counting the number of participants, looking for familiar faces...and finding them.

There were thirteen of them...including all four of the missing women...but the last one was far different from the rest. Where the others were all young women, in their early 20s, be they thick or thin, the last was tall, imposing, elegantly dressed in a simple black dress that hugged every curve, like a goth Jessica Rabbit, all black hair, long legs, wasp waist, and deep cleavage.

As the women took their positions around the statue, she raised her hands...and all dozen of them fell into sudden silence.

The woman, facing the statue, walked forward...one hand reaching out to touch the broken stump of the hermaphroditic stone demon's penis.

"Our mistress has been defiled!" The voice rang out, sending shivers down Lois' back.

It was getting hard to breathe. She tried to flatten herself out, but it proved impossible to get comfortable, just putting a painful pressure on her belly...and Lois tore her eyes down from the scene to stare down at herself...

...and the easily discernable bulge of her swollen stomach. Lois frowned, not wanting to miss out on what was happening below, but her abdomen was visibly bulging out farther than it had a few minutes ago, and Lois realized she couldn't feel the stone in her pussy anymore, even though obviously it couldn't have gone anywhere. She bit her lips in the cramped confines of the ventilation shaft, wracked with indecision...knowing she had to do something.