Chapter 16 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Find Inside?

Cocoons

There were alcoves. Lois Lane used her phone to light the way. It felt like a catacombs, niches carved into the wall in which the corpses of saints or monks would rest for eternity, like Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade...except most of these niches were empty, and the ones that were occupied. The reporter tried to ignore the pain in her pussy, that droplet stuck deep inside.

At first, Lois though they were shrouds. Then as she drew closer, let the light from her phone play on them, she saw they were tightly-woven white strands, finer than any string she had ever seen, miles and miles of it. They were about human in shape and outline, but here and there sticky strands emerged to anchor the cocoon—for that is what it was, Lois had no doubt—to the wall.

A shiver went up the reporter's spine as she saw them. The hall ran back maybe thirty feet, and there were sixteen niches in the wall, eight on a side, top and bottom. Only four were occupied. Lois checked each of them. Different lengths, different sizes. There was no sign of anything else in the crypt though, nothing except...

Lois got down on her knees. The last cocoon was at the very back, near the wall, and there was something on the floor. She bent down to pick it up.

A student ID card. Metropolis University. Diana Reynolds. One of the missing women.

The reporter slowly got up, momentarily forgetting that sensation of something deep inside her pussy that she couldn't scrape out. Her mind was measuring the length of this cocoon, against Diana Reynold's height. Four cocoons. Four missing women.

She didn't dare breathe as she leaned over to where the head would be. The cocoon wasn't moving, or didn't seem to. Lois couldn't tell if whoever...or whatever...was in there was breathing. Yet she had to know. Setting the phone down in the niche, propped against the wall, she reached over, reading to pull the white strands away...

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you." A voice came from the entrance to the crypt.

"They aren't ready yet."