Wait

Lois bit her lip. She was stuck between a rock and a hard cock. If she backed out now, it would be directly onto the prick she had felt before—and this time, without any pants or underwear to prevent it from going up her snatch. And with that hand pinning her down, she didn't think she could crawl forward again, even if she wanted to.

The reporter breathed calmly in the dark, tight tunnel, keenly aware of her vulnerability. There was nothing to do for the moment except wait for an opportunity—to kick, to get away, or something. So she **** her lower body to limp.

She didn't have to wait long. Lois could feel a...presence...hovering close to her exposed genitals.

"I can feel your heat, little offering. I am tempted to accept...or is it that you came here by mistake? Sneaking around where you're not wanted? It is **** for those who trespass against us...is that what you seek?"

The words echoed strangely in the little tunnel, and Lois could not be sure if they were from a man or a woman. Her fingers clutched together into useless claws, nails biting into the palms of her hands. Fingers pinched Lois' thigh, and she yelped at the sudden pain.

"Awake, then. Conscious. Able to make a choice. I will give you a choice, little offering."

There was a pressure then, against Lois' nether lips. Something warm and vaguely familiar pressed against her pussy...but did not penetrate, not yet. It was always different, with a man, than when she did it with a toy. The heat, the softness of the flesh, even when swollen hard. She could feel the heat now, pressed against her, gently and yet terrible with menace. Ready to split her open.

"If you are an interloper, you must go forward. If you are an offering...you must stay as you are."

The pressure suddenly released from Lois back, and she realized she was no longer pinned to the ground.

"I give you until the count of five. Move forward, and face what terrors the tunnel has for you. Or remain...and anything that happens to you, is of your own volition. Is what you want to happen. Either way, you will face the consequence of your choice." The echoing voice paused for effect. "Five."

Lois stayed still. She didn't want to go forward. But she couldn't back out, and if she did, she would be ****.

"Four."

Would it be ****? Would she be giving her consent, by not doing everything she could to get away? Doubt gnawed at her. She had heard these arguments before...consent couldn't be given, not when there was an imbalance of power. And there was an imbalance of power here.

"Three."

A little shiver ran through the prick that rested against Lois pussy, and she could feel it travel up her spine. Despite herself, she could feel how wet she was. It had been...a long time, she admitted. Her heart beat faster in her chest, thoughts running quickly.

"Two."

That was another option. To embrace what was going to happen...to try and take control of the situation...like a submissive, "topping from the bottom." Lois was going to get fucked either way, but if she proactively agreed with it...she might be able to do something. Better than being the victim, stuck in a hole in the wall, fucked like a piece of meat.

"One." The voice said with relish.