Lady Jane Stalwart and the Cock of Osiris Ch4

(Not a final edit)

Chapter Four: Baptism on the Orient Express

Jane's eyes were closed as she floated naked on her back in the hot water. She was in a deep meditative state, completely relaxed. She'd had difficulty achieving this state of being with the professor's murder being so fresh in her mind. When she opened her eyes again, she'd feel totally refreshed as if she'd gotten a full nights sleep.

Patty slid up out of the water and let the hot steam embrace her nude body before reaching for a comb and going to work getting the tangles out of her luscious red hair. The young Irish Catholic once found it scandalous being nude with her mistress, but had grown used to it over the years as their sisterly affection for each other continued to grow. “I haven't felt this clean in a week,” she cooed. The thought of bathing in a public Hammam or Turkish bath would also have scandalized the Patricia O'Toole of just a few years ago, but Jane had rented it out just for the two of them.

Patty glanced at her mistress. Jane's feet were crossed at the ankles, arms outstretched in a Jesus on the cross pose. Her dark hair floated behind her. Jane's nipples were erect, the tips of her breasts glistening in a ray of sunlight from the overhead skylight. Big bosoms were the one thing their figures had in common. Otherwise, the bodies were very different. Jane was trim and athletic. Her curves were sexy, but muscular and her breasts appeared way to large for her figure. Patty was trim also, but she was softer and curvier then Jane with larger buttocks and more jiggle to her body when she walked.

Patty stepped out of the pool, her naked body dripping water as she walked towards their pile of clothes and the bag poor Professor Omar had given his life for. She opened the bag and pulled out the hieroglyphic covered box. She glanced at Jane who was still floating quietly in the pool before turning her attention back to the box. Patty found herself thinking about the COCK often, ever since Omar had first shown it to them. Jane had checked on it once in the plane and Patty had stared at it every second it was exposed. Now she quietly opened the box and took the COCK OF OSIRIS in her hand.

It's so big and thick she thought over and over. Patty's own nipples were extending as she stared at it. They grew so hard they started to ache even as she felt her womanhood giving off heat and turning wet inside. Patty moved the COCK down to her breasts and ran the bulbous golden head over one of her hard pink nipples. The COCK was so lifelike, it even had a hole where the urethra would be. So big, so thick, she thought. What would something that big feel like inside me? She thought as her hand involuntarily moved the gold phallus down her belly towards the bushy tuft of red pubic hair.

“PATTY! What are you doing?”

Patty jumped, startled by Jane's sudden outburst. She involuntarily started blushing from her cheeks to her chest. “Nothing,” she replied unconvincingly. “I was just examining the COCK.”

“Well put it back.” Jane left the pool and strolled over towards a towel, leaving a trail of water behind her.

“Do you think there's any men this big?” Patty asked returning the COCK to it's box. She failed to notice The COCK was starting to give off a faint green glow as she let go of it and closed the box.

“A bit of a size queen are we,” teased Jane, feeling bad at the look of horror that crossed Patty's face.

“I've not seen any quite that big, but several that are close.” Jane walked over to her clothes and began to dress. Her outfit this time was a bit more ladylike for boarding the train West. “I seem to attract well endowed males.” Jane frowned, realizing the truth of this statement. At first, Patty had been scandalized by Jane's amorous adventures for each of their adventures seemed to send Jane into the arms of male lover. Not that she was indecent, there was attraction and love involved with many of her men. The problem was their attitudes after becoming lovers. Each and every man expected her to settle down with them, get married, and raise children and Jane was not ready for that. Patty came to understand her behavior after awhile and soon she loosened up enough to enjoy a few men of her own.

The women dressed and left the Hammam feeling refreshed and revitalized. They strolled through the streets of Istanbul carrying nothing but the bag holding the COCK and a new umbrella recently purchased to protect Patty's fair skin. Jane's gun was strapped to her thigh a little hard to reach, but ready to go if needed. The women took a ferry across the choppy waters of the Bosporus where they dined at the Pera Palas Hotel which catered to rail travelers. The train's dining car wouldn't be attached until after they left Istanbul in time for breakfast service. The famed blue and gold railway cars of the Orient Express were being loaded as they arrived. The train was short with 4 sleeping cars each holding ten rooms and a baggage car at either end. Additional cars would be added and subtracted at different stops depending on the destination. They showed their tickets and boarded, a porter showing them to their cabin. Their luggage was there waiting for them. Their room had already been turned down for the evening. There were two beds, one above the other. A table held a wash basin with some heated water and a sponge, but the women were still refreshed from the bath and didn't use it. In the morning, the compartment would be converted into a sitting room with a sofa and table, the beds folding into the wall. A few hours later at 10:00pm, the train left the station heading towards Paris and the women changed into their night clothes. Jane climbed onto the top bed while Patty laid down on the bottom. Both women fell quickly asleep.

Patty woke up around midnight, she'd been dreaming of the COCK OF OSIRIS! Her nipples were hard and she felt damp between her legs. She wanted to see it again, to hold it, to feel it's touch on her body. She suddenly grew afraid. She couldn't move and felt a great weight on her chest. Above her, Jane was snoring. Patty tried to call for help, but no words came out of her mouth. The young Irish woman slipped out of bed, but she wasn't the one in control. She was awake, but asleep, a somnambulist moving through the room towards the bag with the hieroglyphic box holding the COCK. Patty looked down at the bag and slid her brassiere straps off her shoulder. Warner company classified her breast cups as a D, but even their top sized brassiere seemed to strain containing her white bosom. Patty dropped the bra before bending to slide her short bloomers down off her rear end until she stood naked before the bag. She kneeled and removed the box from the bag. Patty slid her hand over the hieroglyphics before opening the box. The COCK was glowing, giving off a green tinge that filled the room with a subtle glow. She grabbed the shaft, so big and thick, her mind told her as she stood back up.

“PATTY! What are you doing?” yelled Jane, sliding easily off the top bunk. Jane slept in a sheer silk shift. She wore nothing beneath the shift and the silk hugged her nude body, her nipples pushed out the silk, breasts heaving. “PATTY!”

“What?” said Patty, shaking her head and coming fully awake. She turned to face Jane. “Jane?” she asked confused. One hand held the base of the COCK, her other hand was sliding up and down the thick shaft. It glowed brighter as her hand stroked the golden rod.

“Patty, stop it,” gasped Jane even as a cloud of white dust erupted from the tip of the cock. She coughed as the dust filled the room. Jane waved her hand in front of her face. Patty was coughing and doing the same. “It smells,” said Jane crinkling her nose. “It smells like SEMEN!”

“Jane,” whispered Patty.

Jane took a step towards Patty looking at her friend in concern. Patty was flushed, her breasts heaving and staring strangely at Jane. Jane glanced down Patty's body. She'd seen her friend naked hundreds of times, but this was different. Patty's half inch long nipples were fully hard, so swollen with blood her normally pink areola were crimson and puffed out from her breast. Her clitoris was so engorged, Jane could see it sticking out underneath her wisps of red pubes. As Jane stared, drops of Patty's arousal began dripping from her clit to the floor. Jane knew her friend was pretty, stunningly beautiful even, but had never realized how physically attractive and sexy Patty was. Jane felt fluid dripping from her own swollen clit. “Patty?” she asked as the Irish woman stepped closer. Patty reached out and grabbed the top of Jane's shift, ripping it down and pulling her forward until their lips met. They kissed with more passion and lust then either woman had ever kissed a man. Jane moaned as her tongue danced around her friend's tongue. Patty tasted delicious!

Jane's breasts had been exposed when Patty ripped her shift. Patty's left hand hefted one breast and squeezed her hard nipple. Jane gasped around Patty's tongue as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Her nipples had never been this sensitive before. Patty's other hand reached around her back and lifted her shift up so that she could grab one of Jane's taut well-rounded buttock cheeks. She still held the COCK in her hand and Jane could feel the hard shaft pushing into her skin.

The normally demure and submissive Patricia O'toole, pushed Jane back onto the bed, while pushing the top bunk up to make more room for them. Patty climbed on Jane, burying her head in her breasts and sucking one of Jane's inch long nubs between her lips. Lady Jane Stalwart gasped in pleasure as more ripples of pleasure coursed through her body. Jane's hands grabbed Patty's head, holding her against Jane's breast when Patty tried to pull away. Patty gently bit Jane's nipple and half kissed half licked her way over to Jane's other breast and awaiting nipple. Jane moaned, her hips involuntarily humping upwards wishing a man was inside her.

Patty bit her other nipple before kissing her way down the fit woman's taut heaving belly. She kissed Jane's navel and wiggled the tip of her tongue inside it even as Jane's hips continued to buck upwards impatiently waiting for Patty's lips and tongue to reach her needy quim. Patty licked down under her bellybutton to the top of her black haired pubic mound. The wet tongue slid around the top and down the sides of her pubic hair. Jane whimpered and gasped as her clit was suddenly sucked between Patty's lips causing her to immediately orgasm.

Jane Stalwart had barely recovered from her first orgasm when she felt the pangs of another growing as Patty's tongue wiggled it's way into her pussy. Jane moaned and writhed on the bed. Her head moved left and right, her belly undulating downwards even as her labia spread open stretching around the the huge bulbous end of the COCK OF OSIRIS! Patty rapidly flicked her tongue over clit as she worked the COCK in deeper. Jane's vaginal muscles clamped down around the COCK and she came again, hard and powerful, her whimpers of pleasure turning into a scream.

The COCK had returned to normal, no longer glowing, but it felt like the real thing. It was as warm as any living penis and Jane swore she could even feel it's pulse, but then it was probably her own pulse from where her vaginal muscles were tightly squeezing it inwards trying to pull it in deeper. Patty kissed her clit again and then slid her body up over Jane's until her head found Jane's erect nipple again even as her other hand worked the COCK in and out of Jane's pussy.

“Fuck me,” hissed Jane. “FUCK ME!”

A shadow moved in the corridor just outside the cabin, stopping at the door. The handle jiggled softly, but the two women had secured the door. The handle quit turning. There was a dull thud just outside the gap underneath the door and the first scorpion scurried into the room.

Jane had never been penetrated so deeply or felt so full in her life. She came again as Patty worked the COCK as fast as she could. Patty released Jane's nipple from her lips and slid her body up until she could stare into Jane's eyes. Patty continued to stare as she released the base of the COCK and moved her hand down to the broken end, slowly pushing the remaining five inches inside Lady Jane until her lover had taken the entire length of the golden shaft. Jane's eyes rolled up inside her head and she whimpered even as her pussy clamped down around the stone COCK, cumming again and again.

“My turn,” whispered Jane. She flipped her Lady's Maid over until Jane was on top. Jane moaned, cumming again as her vaginal muscles still tightly gripped the COCK OF OSIRIS. She unclenched and pushed outward until the heavy stone cock fell to the bed between Patty's legs, the head pointing towards it's next moist home

Jane kissed down Patty's neck, her warm lips finding Patty's pink nipple. The Irish woman gasped and writhed with pleasure as Jane's lips suckled on her sensitive breasts. Jane moved lower, but Patty was impatient. Her white hands found Jane's dark hair and pushed down. Jane's tongue wiggled into Patty's pussy as Patty crossed her legs around Jane's back. Patty couldn't help herself and humped Jane's tongue, her bucking hips lifted up, sliding Jane's tongue down to the tight puckered rosebud of her anus. Much to Patty's surprise, Jane actually wiggled her tongue and pushed it inside her anus. Patty gasped in shock at how good it felt. But it was wrong and Patty lowered her hips, sliding Jane's tongue between the folds of her pussy and upwards. It was Patty's turn to cry out in orgasm as Jane quickly sucked her clit between her mouths. Her hips bucked, Jane's tongue sliding back down and into her anus again, then back up. Patty couldn't stop and continued bucking her hips, Jane's tongue sliding from clit to anus and anus to clit until Patty came again.

Jane raised her head, her mouth and chin soaking from Patty's powerful orgasms. She gazed up Patty's undulating belly and her heaving breasts as the gasping woman stared back down at her. Then Patty felt her vaginal lips opening wide as the COCK pushed past them. It was Patty's turn to experience the pleasure of being so fully penetrated by the thick shaft. Jane bent and kissed the nub of her pussy while pushing the cock in deeper working it slowly in and out so that the less experienced maid could grow accustomed to the huge shaft. Patty suddenly whimpered and cried, tears actually flowing down her cheeks from the powerful orgasm that rocked her body. Jane held tightly to the base of the COCK as Patty's orgasm was so strong, it tried to force the COCK out of her.

Jane slid of the bed and kneeled on the floor beside Patty. She kissed Patty's pale breast and faint areola, sucking and biting her nipple even as her other hand continued working the cock in and out of Patty's spasming pussy. Jane turned Patty's head toward her and brought her lips down against Patty's. Their tongues dance again while Jane did the same thing Patty had done to her and pushed against the base of the COCK until the entire shaft entered Patty, plugging her up like a cork. Patty mewled even as she kissed her mistress. Her body tensed up, feet pushing her hips up off the bed. Jane slid her hand up the trembling woman, found her nipple and pinched.

“AAHHH!” cried Patty, cumming. This time the COCK shot from the pussy followed by a trail of vaginal fluid and the COCK struck the floor with a loud thump. Her body fell back down on the bed, Patty gasped for breath.

Jane wiped the back of her hand across her chin. Her friend was quite the squirter. She walked on her knees over to the COCK, reaching down for it. Her hand paused inches from the artifact. Two punchers stuck out from under the stone shaft, followed by legs. She picked the COCK up and saw the evil looking tail on the squashed bug. A SCORPION!!

“J-JANE!” cried Patty in alarm.

Jane turned to her friend, a second scorpion had climbed the large slope of Patty breast. It was in the attack position, pincers open to snap at Patty's nipple, tail back to strike. The tail shot forwards just as Jane grabbed it just under the barb and lifted the angry animal off Patty. It claws snapped upwards unable to reach Jane's fingers.

“JESUS WEPT!” cried Patty, staring at the angry arachnid. “Where the hell did that thing come from?”

“The Egyptian desert,” replied Jane calmly. “It's a leiurus quinquestriatus, the deathstalker scorpion.

One of the most venomous creatures in the world. It's sting will cause respiratory failure and eventually a very painful death.”

“Show off,” said Patty, watching as Jane brought the thing down on the floor and crushed it with the still wet head of the COCK.

“Merde!” cursed Jane in French. She looked up at Patty in alarm. “Get off the bed now.” Patty just nodded and sat up. Her feet going for her slippers. “NO!” shouted Jane. “No slippers,” she said watching the toe area around the slippers move from the creature inside it. Jane tipped the slippers until the third scorpion fell out and she crushed it with Osiris' stone phallus.

“Jane! What's going on?” asked Patty, a tremble in her voice.

“Someone is trying to kill us and my guess is that it's our Egyptian friend from the marketplace.” Jane turned her head rapidly surveying the room. “He must have followed us to Turkey. Search the room, quickly, there will be four more.”

“FOUR MORE!” Patty's eyes moved from Jane to the roof. “Jane look out...”

Jane stepped back as the fourth deathstalker fell from the roof to land at her feet. She quickly brought her heel down hard on the beast, feeling it's hard exoskeleton crunch beneath her foot. She brought her foot down hard on her ruined slip when she saw movement beneath it and was rewarded by another crunch. She watched in alarm as the last twoscorpions ran out from under the bed towards Patty's small feet. Jane tossed the COCK at the scorpions. There was a thud and a squishing sound as the COCK crushed one of the arachnids, but it missed the seventh and last scorpion.

“OW!” screamed Patty. “It stung me!” Tears rolled down her Patty's cheeks as she hopped on one foot.

Jane grabbed a nearby glass off the table and reversed it, bringing it down around the scorpion and trapping the angry deathstalker inside before it could sting Patty's other foot. “On the bed now,” Jane ordered as the angry scorpion continued to strike and snap at the glass trapping it.

“I'm going to die!” wailed Patty. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Yea though I walk through the valley...”

Jane ran to the door and pulled it open, stepping naked out into the corridor. She looked both ways down the hall, but it was empty. She shut the door, locking it again, and turning the lamp up before returning to Patty. “Shut up,” she told her friend, kneeling before the bed. Patty quit reciting the lords prayer and watched Lady Jane lift her delicate foot in her hand. Blood flowed from her big toe, from a gash and not a sting. “You'll live. It only pinched you.” Jane bent down and kissed the slide on Patty's toe while her hands massaged her foot.

Patty crossed herself. “Thank god,” she whispered, her body relaxing. “Are you sure there aren't any more?” she asked. Her body tensed up again as she gazed around the room.

“Pretty sure,” said Jane. She kissed Patty's toe again, staring at it to make sure the blood had stopped flowing. “It seems our villain has a flare for the dramatic. There's a myth in Egyptian mythology of Isis traveling with seven scorpions. A wealthy noblewoman slammed her door on them, angrying the scorpions who prepared to sting her while a poor peasant woman took them in. The scorpions stung the noblewoman's son instead and the wealthy woman carried her child around the town begging for help. Isis saw her and healed the boy by naming each of her scorpions even though the noblewoman had been rude to them. She was so grateful, she offered all her worldly goods to Isis and the peasant girl.”

Jane kissed the inside of Patty's ankle and started working her way up Patty's leg.

“Lady Jane! Please, now is not the right time for this,” gasped Patty even as she shifted her body and spread her legs open for her friend. Her arousal quickly returned and soon Jane was eating her to another orgasm.