Chapter 12 by Zeebop

Did Lois Set Off A Trap?

Lois Has Set Off A Trap

A firm mechanical click broke Lois Lane's moment of golden phallic reverie. She looked up...and saw that four thick walls had slid down, shrinking the whole chamber and cutting off her escape. In each wall was carved, seemingly at random, a dozen or more realistic vaginas set into the stone.

Lois checked her phone. Zero bars, all signal lost, disconnected. She ran the light over the walls, the row of gaping stone pussies, each one with a textured hole as if an invisible cock was splitting it open. The reporter was in full investigative mode now, the phone in one hand and the heavy golden cock in the other...and her phone ran across a line of golden letters. They seemed to shift and shimmer beneath the reporter's eyes, but she could make them out...a message in English...a riddle...

TO ASCEND, YOU MUST FALL
TO ESCAPE, YOU MUST SURRENDER
ONE KEY
ONE KEYHOLE
CHOOSE FREEDOM
OR CHOOSE ****

The reporter didn't need long to figure out the message. Stick the golden dildo in one of the pussies, and it would act as a key to hopefully unlock a way out of here. Pick the wrong hole...well, probably the trap would get worse.

Lois Lane hefted the golden rod onto her shoulder. She eyed the many stone pussies carefully. They were of all shapes and sizes...and so were the holes within them. Careful not to actually let the golden cock touch any of the holes, Lois circumscribed the room, looking at every hole. Most of the holes were too big, of all the dozens of gaping cunts on the wall, only two—one on the east wall, and one on the west—were of the same diameter as the golden cock.

More than that, the one on the west wall had a slight trace of gold at the stone lip. No more than the tiniest glimmer, but still...

The reporter lifted the golden penis to her lips, and pressed them against the cold, heavy metal.

"My precious," she said to herself, not self-conscious at all about talking to the heavy rod. "What lover for you tonight?"