The Secret Chamber Is Revealed!

The statue moved backward, hidden counterweights shifting its immense weight and carrying Lois away from the acolyte. The reporter breathed a sigh of relief that the young woman was no longer pushing Lois back, letting her ease up a little on the cock. Bright pain still ran through her pussy, but her attention was taken by the chamber revealed by the statue.

It was small, about the size of a good-sized safe. Inside was a large, leather-bound book, and a foot-long phallus that bore a great resemblance to the cock Lois was currently impaled upon—albeit a bit small, and carved from what looked for all the world like red ivory—and with a kind of handle and crosspiece, so that from a distance it looked like an elongated, somewhat obscene crucifix.

"Is that...supposed to happen?" The acolyte asked.

"Yes," Lois lied smoothly. "Absolutely. We'll need those for the ceremony. Grab them for me, would you?"

The naked young woman bent down and pulled the items out of the chamber, cradling them awkwardly to her tiny breasts. Once she was clear, Lois grimaced and began to extract herself from the statue's cock.

It was easier getting off than getting on, though not as simple as Lois would have liked. As she slid off, she could feel the tear in her labia scream at her, a bright fresh wound...and the spring-loaded sections of cock, depressed by her pussy, began to come undone, so it took several minutes to disentangle herself from the massive stone horsecock. When she did, Lois almost fell forward...but the acolyte was there, lending the reporter a shoulder to lean on as she clambered down off the pedestal.

Standing on wobbly legs, Lois briefly examined the damage. There was a red smear against both of her thighs, and a bright trickle of blood coming down from her labia, which had torn about an inch to the left of her clitoris. The statue's cock was slick and shiny now, both from her juices and blood.

"Good job," Lois said, giving the acolyte a pat on the back. "The Mistress will be pleased."

"Thank you, Keymaster." The young woman said, blushing. "Will...I get to do that, someday?"

Oh, you precious cinnamon bun, the reporter thought. You just saw me split my cunt on a stone horsecock and now you want to know when it'll be your turn. I'll be lucky if I don't need stitches from this; that cock would turn you inside out.

"That's up to the Mistress," Lois bluffed. She staggered over to the pile of robes that the young woman had brought, and quickly donned one. With the hood drawn up, her identity would be completely hidden.

The reporter quickly gathered her other clothes, and then came to the Acolyte, who was still holding the book and the crimson cock.

Should I take those too? Would it be suspicious if I did...or would it be suspicious if I didn't take them, after all of that? Lois swallowed.

"Speaking of which, I need to take those to her, so she can prepare for the ceremony."