The Temple Treasure

A door had opened in the base of the statue...and inside, Lois Lane saw the things that dreams are made of.

It was perhaps eight inches long, and stood upright on a small stone plinth. An inch and a half in diameter for most of its length, flaring out to two inches at the base. Stylized, almost art deco in its appearance rather than realistic, no sharp or rough edges that would catch.

In the light of her smartphone, the golden glow of the phallus glared back at her, dazzling in its polished perfection. This was the statue's secret then...some cultic object of veneration, some precious hidden idol. Lois stared at the golden dick and knew that she looked on something not meant for the eyes of the uninitiated.

"But what do you have to do with the missing women?" she whispered to herself.

Her stomach rumbled. Lois winced, feeling the weird fluid she had ingested sit heavily on her stomach. She needed to get out of here...and she wasn't about to go home empty-handed.

Letting her inner Indiana Jones free for a moment, Lois grabbed the golden cock...and was surprised by how heavy it was, the lump of metal dragging at her arms so much that she nearly dropped it. The reporter huffed, heft it off the plinth. The golden rod had to weigh as much as one of the dumbells she used working out—ten pounds, at least. Not hard to carry, but so much denser than any dildo she had ever handled.

More beautiful too. She held it with both hands, enraptured by the golden perfection of it. Any misgivings she had about the theft were rapidly fading as she drank in every detail of the exquisite carving, the perfect shape of the smooth round head, the three circular bands that represented the peeled-back foreskin. She wondered what that would feel like in her own pussy. Now that it was hers...

"Mine," Lois whispered, holding her treasure, hugging it close to her, admiring the details. "All mine! My precious..."