The Ritual Is Interrupted

The reporter bent forward...or at least tried to; it's hard to do a sit-up when your stomach is about five months pregnant. Lois Lane felt her belly press against her thighs and found her lungs squeezed a bit as she began to wrestle with the cloth that bound her ankles. She hated to think what this would have been like if she'd been any further along...

"Don't just stand there you stupid sluts!" Blaze howled as she came out of her trance. "Seize her! Hold her down! The ritual must be completed!"

Four pairs of hands grasped for the naked, pregnant reporter. One foot slammed out and caught a cultist in the face. She grabbed an arm and pulled; the woman instinctively pulled back and Lois rolled with it, off the table of stone, the little bits of cloth that had been covering the reporter's breasts and crotch floating free as Lois brought her fist around in a left hook that snapped a blonde bitch's head back like it was on hinges.

The other women were rushing around the altar. Blaze was bellowing. But Lois Lane wasn't paying any attention to that. She was beating feet, her breasts pouncing on her chest, heels striking the floor, stomach shaking as she bolted as far from the altar as fast as she could. There was a door and Lois went through it; there was a corridor and Lois careened down it; an elevator and Lois slammed her fist into the button, only then turning to see her pursuers caught up in their robes.

The door dinged. Lois stepped backward into it, started stabbing buttons. The cultists were approaching her, two of them bleeding from their faces...very familiar faces...and Lois smiled at the missing women. They might take her, but she'd make them lose teeth doing it.

The elevator doors closed, almost on the women's faces...and Lois sagged against the back of the elevator, glad for at least that brief respite as it began to ascend. Except she knew that it wasn't over. She was butt-naked, looked halfway through a pregnancy, and if there was an elevator there had to be stairs. Even if the cultists were complete idiots, she had to assume they would be racing to meet her as soon as the elevator stopped.