The Cock Broke Off

Lois shifted her body forward, hoping to ease herself off of the statue's stone shaft—and nearly fell off the pedestal. Looking back, she saw a flat circle of stone where half the length of the statue's prick should have been...and the terrible weight in her lower abdomen, the sense of fullness in her still-stuffed cunt, caused her heart to drop.

"No way," the reporter hissed to herself as she reached down to her pussy, fingers playing over the splayed-open lips...and brushed on the hard stone circle of the statue's missing member.

Carefully, the reporter rolled off the base and stood up, legs slightly bowed. Heart thumping in her chest, she took her hand away from her gaping, stuff cunny...and felt the weight of the stone inches inside of her pulling at her insides. Yet the shaft remained stubbornly lodged within her.

Cursing, Lois tried pushing it out with her vaginal muscles, an uncomfortable and awkward procedure that reminded her of trying to remember how to shit a rock...but she didn't feel the least movement.

The reporter felt a sudden surge of panic. She didn't want to go to the emergency room to get a stone penis extracted from her slot, and she didn't dare imagine what the cultists would think to find the statue of their idol unmanned. Heart thumping in her chest, Lois took a deep breath and calmed herself.

Then she began to jump up and down, hoping the added momentum would help gravity to get the stone plug to fall out of her. All she accomplished was a painful bumping sensation every time she landed, as the tip of the stone dick almost punched her cervix. After a half-dozen tries, Lois ceased jumping.

She didn't know how much time she had, but Lois was leery of being discovered—and especially of being discovered with a stone prick buried in her pussy.

All I need is a little oil to lube things up, she assured herself. Maybe a warm bath to relax things.

Both of which meant going home...something the reporter loathed to do while mid-way through an investigation. The alternative was to keep snooping, except with the heavy plug inside of her.

Like trying to smuggle half a brick through customs in my cunt. Lois thought, the post-coital bliss dissolved into bitterness by her predicament. Still, she couldn't see any other options.