Jane and Patty

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Jane and Patty servicing Aket.

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Jane Stalwart is finished and the entire edited version is now posted in the stories section at the bottom. It's been submitted to literotica and other sites.

The story request list has been sent off to Kaos, but I haven't heard from her yet.

Standard 8 page Kaos Tuesday morning update today.

New Blacknwhite comic

Not affiliated with me in any way, but it's a Yair comic and I'm excited for it. This and the last few panels of Detention looks like he's using a new coloring technique and his art appears brighter and even better to me.

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Just wanted to let everyone know, Blacknwhitecomics finished Detention today. God, I love that comic. Can't wait for Part 2. Art Class is looking really promising too. I think Yair be jumping up to my second or third favorite artist. Old style Pit being number 1 and Kaos being the toss up with Yair for number 2.

I'm on vacation this week, may be out of communication for a few days at a time, mostly late next week.


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Lady Jane Stalwart and The Cock of Osiris: Ch10 Homecoming!

Unedited copy. I'll be doing a final read through/touch up and then posting it to story sites.

Part 10 Homecoming

“I recruited her the first time we met,” said Karl.

Jane's heart felt like it was literally breaking. She couldn't fight back the tears and they began rolling down her cheeks. It was too far to tell, but Patty's cheeks appeared to be glistening from tears to, but that was no comfort. “Why?” she asked. “I loved you like a sister, no more then a sister after the other night.

Blobel's face crinkled up in disgust. Karl appeared shocked, then a smile crept across his face at the thought of the two women together. “I loved you to,” said Patty, sadly. “I still love you, but there are two things I love more Jane. Me ma and da, and dear old Ireland herself. There's a war coming Jane and Ireland's best chance for true independence is Germany. The so called Irish free state is a lie, the Northern counties want to leave. The only way the troubles will ever end is to eliminate the British Empire in totality.”

“I had no idea you felt that way,” said Jane just as the train lurched. It was starting to move again to pull into the station.

“It's not too late Jane,” called Karl. “Join us. I know it sounds strange.” He put his arm around Patty's shoulders, “but the three of us can make a go for it.” He seemed hopeful and delighted by the idea.

“Ekalhaft!” grunted Blobel. “Homosexuelle sollten erschossen werden”

“I'd never betray England, Karl,” said Jane, still sobbing.

“Very well,” he replied. “It looks like I get the girl and the COCK.”

“The girl anyway,” said Jane. She reached into her thigh pack. “I'll keep the COCK.” She held it up by the base.

“Nooooo,” gasped Patty. She looked horrified to see the COCK in Jane's hand. She had betrayed her friend for nothing.

“Shoot the bitch,” growled Blobel, aiming his Luger at Jane's face. His hand shook in anger.

Karl knocked his gun arm aside. Blobel's pistol fired, but the shot was way off. “No,” said Karl. “She outsmarted us.” He looked angry, but resigned. Karl clicked his heels and bowed across the gap between the trains as a sign of respect. Jane was still holding the COCK and her pistol, aimed at Blobel. The Nazi hadn't lowered his weapon either. Both appeared ready to shoot at any moment.

“Shoot her,” ordered Blobel.

Karl looked at him and over at Jane. Patty had opened the box and was staring at the cucumber that Jane had ordered several days ago. “No Blob, this is your fault. Seriously, you didn't check to make sure it was in the box before you stole it. I could have taken the COCK from Jane last night.”

“Shoot her,” ordered the Nazi, his face was red with rage. “Shoot her Hauptmann, or I will see you demoted. You will be scrubbing latrines when I am through with you. Take out your gun and shoot.”

“Very well,” said Karl, pulling his own Luger out of it's holster. He looked at Jane and raised the gun turning it on Blobel. Blobel looked surprised just as the bullet passed through his right eye, throwing his head back and knocking the heavy man backwards over the railing. Patty screamed. “It looks like I need a new political advisor,” said Karl with a shrug. He holstered his weapon and bowed at Jane. “Come Patty,” he said, turning and climbing the ladder to the roof.

Patty looked over at Jane and then turned to follow Karl up the ladder. Jane's sorrow faded as the anger took hold. Her cheeks turned crimson and her knuckles white as they gripped the hard stone shaft of the COCK. She held the COCK up and looked at it.

Osiris walked across the field and looked out over the herd of cattle. He was naked, but for sandals and a Pharaoh's headdress. His cock was hard and standing out erect before him. It was an angry red and seemed to vibrate with power. He smiled as the woman stood up among the herd of cows and strolled towards him. For a moment, the sun was behind her directly on her head and it appeared she had horns supporting the sun. The woman's dress left her breasts bare and they bounced as she walked. She couldn't take her eye of the god's cock. “Your cock has always been in the forefront of my mind, my lord.” Osiris smiled, watching as she pushed her dress down over her hips. “My cock enjoyed our two previous encounters, Hathor.” The goddess licked her lips and kneeled before Osiris, taking his mighty cock in her mouth and sucking it lustfully. She ceased her cock worship and looked up at Osiris. “Where is your wife, my lord?” Osiris stooped and sat in the grass. “I caught her with my brother. No doubt Set tricked her and she believes she is servicing me, but I felt the distraction was enough to pay you a visit.” He held his cock up while Hathor straddled and took him inside her. She was wet and hot, the hottest pussy of all the goddess's he had serviced. Osiris squeezed her tanned breasts as she rode him to many orgasms. Finally, the power inside his cock burst forth and Hathor screamed in orgasm.

Her full breasts swelled and dropped as two more perfectly formed breasts appeared on her torso. Her nipples swelled and elongated growing six inches long. Osiris took the lower breasts nipple in his mouth, grabbing the nipple beside it in one hand and the breast above it with his other. Osiris slammed his hips up, the final blasts of his god seed triggering a massive orgasm from the transformed woman. White liquid shot forth into his mouth and from the nipples in his grasp. Hathor climbed to her feet looking down at her four swollen breasts, with nipples now as long as a human's penis. “What have you done to me?” she asked, moaning as she stroked her own nipples. “It is called milk,” said Osiris. “Go forth among your herd and share this gift. It will nourish the humans without the need to slaughter your cattle. Hathor the cow goddess turned, still playing with her breasts and walked back among her herd. The cows she passed began mooing as their udders swelled milk. Osiris turned and stared at Jane. “Do it,” he said.

Jane shook her head and raised the COCK, her anger taking hold of her. It was already glowing as she aimed the head at Patty. The cloud shot forth in a stream billowing out as soon as it come into contact with the redhead still climbing the stairs in Jane's trousers and blouse. Patty cried out, arching her back, seemingly in pain as the semen cloud embraced her. She struggled to climb the ladder, but made it to the top, bending over to cough up sperm dust. When she stood again, Jane could see glimpses of skin as gaps appeared between the buttons on Patty's blouse. The buttons were straining and began to fly off until the blouse fell open. Patty's erect nipples sprang out now several inches long as her breasts expanded. Patty looked down at her breasts then down off the roof at Jane, still holding the COCK out. “What have you done to me!” screamed Patty in horror, looking down at her breasts again. She hefted them in her dainty white hands and stared as milk shot forth from each nipple.

A ladder slid across the roof and above Jane's head as the Graf Siegfried flew just over the length of the train. Jaeger quickly wrapped one arm around Patty's ribs, staring at her breasts in surprise as his other hand caught the ladder. He hefted Patty up as he stepped onto the lower rung and the mighty German airship rose higher into the air. Patty was still staring at her breasts, but when she rose her head, she was smiling. She stared at Jane as her hand reached up to her neck and ripped the crucifix off, throwing it away as the the zeppelin turned and carried them off.

Jane started crying again as she watched the two climbing the ladder towards the crew area growing smaller as the Graf Siegfried picked up speed. Someone threw a blanket over her shoulder. She smiled at the porter and pulled the blanket tight around her nude body. The train was moving again, the whistle blowing as it pulled forwards into the station. He held his arm around her and led her back through the entire length of the train. Passengers were milling about preparing to disembark, but he waved them aside as he helped her to her cabin.

The porter opened her cabin and led her inside. He cleared his throat and said, “My apologies Lady Stalwart, but your traveling privileges aboard l'orient express have been revoked. We do not like... disturbances on our trains, Lady Jane.”

Jane snorted a laugh before sobbing again. She stared into the French porter's eyes until he started to look anxious. He looked even more distressed when she let the blanket fall around her feet. His eyes roamed down to her breasts, her stomach, and then her black haired crotch just under the garter belt.

She kneeled and fumbled with the opening of his pants. “MON DIEU!” he gasped when her lips sucked his penis into her mouth.

Jane reveled in the taste of his penis and most especially it's normalcy. It was not a massive black serpent cock or a knobby headed hammer cock. It was an average six inch penis and it was a delight. He groaned and bucked his hips into her mouth. His penis was already swelling, but then she hadn't expected him to last long. She pulled back and let his ejaculate shoot out on her tongue so that she could taste him. There was little more then a tea spoon, but it was as delicious as the other sperm she'd tasted since the COCK had first infected her.

He leaned back against the door panting. “Well, perhaps I can speak to management about your traveling privileges,” he said.

Jane stood and raised an eyebrow as she stared at him. “Thanks for the blanket,” she told him, making the same shooing motions with her hands that he had made at her back in Strasbourg. He straightened and turned, nose held high and left not even realizing his penis was still sticking out.

Jane felt emotionally drained as she gathered her things. Patty had taken her work clothes, so she slipped her voluptuous body into one of Patty's dresses. It was white with blue flowers printed on it and Jane looked quite lovely as she left the train.

Jane phoned Stalwart Manor from the train station and told one of her father's staff that she would be chartering a plane and flying in to London just as soon as she gathered her luggage. There were no shortages of pilots willing to fly her to London with the money she offered and soon Lady Jane Stalwart was in the air aboard a Monocoupe 110 special that the rather dashing pilot used for racing. Soon they were flying over the channel. The pilot, Chadwick Lord, was a charming companion and for a brief period, he took her mind of Patty's betrayal.

Chadwick gave her his address and a telephone number at the Paris Le Bourget airport. “Feel free to contact me if you need a pilot or a handsome dinner companion to show off to your friends.”

“I certainly will, Mr. Lord, perhaps next time you can take me for a more enjoyable ride?”

Jane turned and left the pilot a little flabbergasted. “Uh... How about tomorrow night then? Hey Lady Jane,” he called. “I'll stay in London as long as you need me.”

Jane smiled, but didn't turn around. Ganju Thapta, her father's Gurkha servant and companion was waiting beside her father's Rolls Royce Phantom. He smiled and bowed. “Welcome home, Lady Jane. But where is Miss O'Toole?”

“She's left my employ, Ganju.”

The short wiry man sensed her unhappiness and decided not to press the issue. He stored her luggage in the rear compartment and soon was driving her West of London towards Stalwart manor. Jane sat brooding in the back seat, staring out at the city and then the English countryside. She glanced up at Ganju's eyes in the rear view mirror and it occurred to her that she had never fucked a Tibetan. He was short, lean, but all muscle, average looking, but a hell of a fighter. He was also past 60 years of age. No, she thought, not him.

Jane sat up with a start. She'd just rejected the thought of having sex with Mr. Thapta and she hadn't even thought about giving Chadwick Lord a blowsie on the flight over here. The charming pilot was exactly her type too, handsome and adventurous. She was recovering from the COCK's effects! She wasn't even that randy! Well maybe a little randy and she didn't toss out Chadwick's contact information. Her mood improved, Lady Jane Stalwart laid back and closed her eyes.

At Stalwart Manor, Jane looked up fondly at her family estate before heading up the steps. “I'll need a ride to London early in the morning,” she told Ganju.

“Of course, Lady Jane,” he said with a bow, before gathering her luggage.

The butler was holding the door for her. “Welcome home, Lady Jane,” he said with a smile and then a frown noticing how freely her breasts were bouncing.

“How's my father?”

“Doing well this evening. He's looking forward to seeing you.”

Jane climbed the stairs and walked towards her father's bedroom. He was sitting up in bed and smiled at her. It pained her every time she saw the once vibrant and strong, Lord John Stalwart's emaciated figure. “What happened to my little Kate Hepburn?” he asked, jokingly.

“I lost my trousers in Paris, dad.” He'd begun calling her that when she had started wearing pants instead of dresses, alluding to the American actress' scandalous fondness for the same.

“Well, let me see it?” he asked excitedly.

Jane pulled her dress up, exposing her thigh bag and pulled the COCK out. She stared at it nervously, but there was no dangerous glow. “Be careful father, it's dangerous. The stories are quite real.”

“Tell me everything,” he said, taking the COCK and examining it from top to bottom.

Jane told him her story from the beginning, but left out the filthier details. “I'm so sorry,” he said when she got to the part about Patty's betrayal. “Don't hate her, I too have put King and country before my friendships. I'm sorry too for what the COCK made you do.”

“We both know the dangers involved handling these artifacts of power, dad. She stared at the thing in her father's hand. “Perhaps it can save you?” she asked, tears running down her cheeks.

John Stalwart shook his head in defeat. “Nothing you've told me and none of the legends, suggests the COCK has the power to heal. I'd just be an old bedridden man with a giant tent under my blanket.”

“You're not old, dad,” she said sobbing again. Lord John wasn't even fifty yet he did appear to be a withered old man in his eighties.

“Aren't I?” he said, just before a coughing fit overtook him. When he recovered, John Stalwart took one last look at the COCK before handing it back to her. “It looks like a fit to me.” His eyes closed, his strength fading.

Jane pocketed the COCK again. “I'm going to verify it in the morning father,” she told him, but he was already asleep.

The house was hot and Jane slept nude on the covers of her childhood bed. She tossed and turned in her sleep, dreaming that the COCK was calling to her and once she awoke to a green glow coming from her bag that quickly faded as she fell back asleep. She was a strong willed woman and resisted the call. She slept soundly after that.

One of John's inventor friends had rigged a shower over the tub in the master bath of Stalwart manor and Jane enjoyed a nice morning shower lathering up her entire body and hair. She dressed in her “little Kate Hepburn” clothes and met Ganju at the garage.

The British Museum was closed, but they had telephoned ahead and the curator was waiting for her. The daughter of Sir John Stalwart had the freedom to roam the museum's halls at will. She walked alone through the Egyptian Wing, wondering how many of the items here had been collected by her father. The most famous of which was the statue of Osiris rising up on a pedestal from the center of the hall.

It was possibly 5000 years old and surprisingly not worn down by the ages. It had been pulled out from the mud of the Nile, amazingly preserved. The statue was around eight feet tall, uniquely nude, but for the Pharaoh's headress. It even still had some of the black paint on the skin, the black representing his infertility. Jane looked up at it as she climbed onto the pedestal. It strongly resembled the Osiris of her insight involving Hathor. The only chip or flaw on the statue was the rough broken area above the statue's testicles.

She took the COCK out and brought it up to Osiris' crotch. The base of the COCK certainly did appear to match the rough broken edges on the statue. She held it closer and suddenly there were bolts of green lightning running back and forth from the statue to the COCK, pulling the COCK straight into the statue.

Jane fell back and reached up to grab the shaft of the COCK. She tugged and pulled, but it was stuck firm. Osiris had his COCK back!

Jane's nipple were hard beneath the diaphanous silk top. Her eyelids lined with kohl as she gazed up at her lord. The statue was painted green to represent the fertility of the great god. Jane looked behind her at the women kneeling before the god, awaiting their third baptism to become temple priestess/prostitutes of Great Osiris. They were mostly Egyptian women dressed like Jane, but there were also black skinned Nubian women, Hittites, Canaanites, and Assyrians. All were lovely and all gazed in awe at the statue. Nearby the bald priests waited. Some had their large cocks out, erect and waiting for the final arousing of the women. Jane turned back to the COCK, stroking the glowing green shaft, eyes closed, mouth open before the head, awaiting it's blessing. Behind her the women kneeled in the same posture for the mighty COCK would fill the entire room with a cloud of sperm. The COCK seemed to swell in her hands and the high priestess leaned forwards in anticipation.

Jane could feel the COCK swell and she opened her eyes to watch in horror as her hands had gone from trying to detach the bare stone to stroking a glowing green shaft. She looked up at the face of Osiris and was filled with a sense of satisfaction and happiness. “You have served me well child, now receive my blessing,” said a voice in her head.

Jane smiled and closed her eyes, opening her mouth just as the high priestess had done in her vision. The blast of sperm hit her head with enough force to bend her head back. His seed was wet again, no longer the semen sticking dust cloud. Sperm filled her mouth, her throat reflexively gulping it down, and it was the best she'd ever tasted. The second geyser of ejaculate did force her to fall back. Her breasts ached and she could feel her blouse straining to contain them until the buttons shot off and her breasts sprang free, more of Osiris' ejaculate falling upon them. The last thing she remembered before blacking out was how much her elongated nipples ached.

Then there was only darkness.

THE END

Afterward: I've always had a love for pulp adventure stories and this is my attempt at one. Lester Dent, the creator of Doc Savage, wrote a master plot formula for writing short pulp stories. I started this story out using his formula and replacing some “action” sequences with “sex” scenes. I also used something I stumbled upon while web surfing, The Modern Dispatch 42: Random Pulp Generator which uses 20 sided RPG dice to roll on tables to create a villain, fiendish plot, action sequence, etc and this story came from those dice rolls with some fudging on my part.

Jane may appear again if I get enough positive feedback. I have an idea for a plane crash in Africa where she's forced to kill a jungle cat and fashion a bikini from it's fur while searching for a lost city. Going back and writing the Brisingamen story alluded to here is a possibility too. Maybe Jaeger's Thor amulet is responsible for his large penis and sexual prowess and perhaps Odd Blob survived and steals the amulet for himself taking on the aspect of Odin and calling his cock, Gungnir. Perhaps Jane and Patty will reconcile or perhaps Patty goes all out Nazi she-wolf of the SS.

And a bunch more

Just a bunch of photos

When I decided to add some photos to my weekly updates, I started collecting any I saw that caught my eye. I've built up quite a bit, so here's a bunch to clean out my folder. Let me know, if no one is interested in seeing pics here other then the occasional one based on my art.

Lady Jane Stalwart and the Cock of Osiris Ch 9: Betrayal!

Chapter 9: Betrayal!

“If you don't mind, I think I'll rest for a bit there then,” sighed Patty while Jane finished toweling off Patty's fair skinned naked body.

“Please,” said Jane, using the towel on herself. It had taken two basins and nearly an hour, but the two women finally felt clean. Jane was starting to fantasize of a long hot bath at her father's estate. She glanced over at Patty's nude body as her friend climbed into the lower birth. Her usually demure Lady's Maid didn't bother covering up. It was hot in the cabin and even after washing there was a wet sheen to their skin from sweat. Patty looked so beautiful at that moment, lying there on her side, eyes closed as she tried to sleep.

“Mmmmmm, what are you doing?” asked Patty as Jane slid in behind her.

“Ssshh,” whispered Jane in her ear, snuggling up behind her.

“This is... nice.”

“It is nice,” said Jane, kissing her friend just under her ear before moving her lips down to Patty's neck.

Her hand slipped around Patty, softly caressing the red head's plump breast. Patty's nipple was flat until the tip of Jane's index finger began circling around it, slowly coaxing the nipple to life. As it hardened, Jane began softly pinching and twirling it between her fingers. Patty whimpered, pushing her ass back into Jane's crotch and the Lady Stalwart wished that she had a large cock between her legs to give Patty what she truly wanted.

Jane pushed her other arm beneath Patty's neck and used that hand to tease Patty's pink nipples while her other hand softly caressed down Patty's ribs and stomach. Her fingers combed through Patty's bushy red pubic hair and was rewarded by a tremble from Patty as the tip of one finger found her clitoris. It was distended and very wet! Patty wanted this.

“Aaah,” gasped Patty as Jane's finger pushed inside her. Whimpering noises came from Patty's throat as she rolled onto her back, her hips rising into Jane's finger, humping faster when Jane added a second finger. Jane turned her friend's head towards her and they kissed, lovingly and passionately. Jane broke the kiss, Patty's lips following hers not wanting it to end, but Jane instead bent over Patty and sucked one large distended nipple between her lips. Patty cried out, humping Jane's fingers faster even as Jane increased her speed. The walls of Patty's pussy clenched down around her fingers just before Jane's fingers and hand grew soaked from Patty's orgasm. Jane pulled her hand away and Patty seemed to collapse into the bed.

“I love you Patricia O'Toole,” said Jane looking down on Patty's nude body.

“I love you too,” replied Patty, opening her eyes and looking at Jane. She lifted her head and Jane bent down, kissing her again. Jane prolonged the kiss, hoping Patty had come to terms with her lesbian desires. She really did want Patty to move into her bed once they got home.

Their kiss was interrupted by several loud raps on the door. Jane quickly worked her way back off the bed. Her eyes flickered to the door and to her thigh bag with her Enfield in it. “Who is it?”

she asked.

“I have a letter for Mademoiselle Stalwart,” came the deeply accented voice of the easily irritated French porter.

“Un instant s'il vous plait,” she called back while standing and pulling a shift over her head. Jane opened the door half way and blocked the opening to protect Patty's nude form from sight. The poor Porter struggled to keep his eyes from staring at the thin silk tightly cleaning to Jane's heavy bosom. “Oui?”

“I have a letter for you Mademoiselle,” he said, sneaking a glance down when he handed the letter over to her. “The gentleman awaits a reply.”

“What is it?” called Patty while Jane ripped it open.

A smile spread across Jane's mouth as she read the simple invitation. “Hauptman Karl Jaeger, requests the presence of Lady Jane Stalwart at dinner this evening at 7:00pm.”

“Does it say anything about me?” asked Patty, hopefully.

“No, I believe Karl wants a private dinner,” said Jane. The Frenchman cleared his throat twice before Jane looked up at him. “Please inform the Hauptman that I will be delighted to join him for dinner.”

“Tres bien, Mademoiselle,” he replied bowing his head to take another glance at her breasts before turning to leave.

Jane raced over to her luggage and pulled out her evening gown. It was a Lucien Lelong, a rather famous Parisian couturier and sized for Jane's figure. “”Patty, would you mind asking for another heated basin of water?”

“Of course, Lady Stalwart,” said Patty a little coldly, but Jane failed to notice. Patty rose to her feet and pulled her dress on over her head.

Later, after Patty had returned, Jane dipped her head into the water and began washing it with soap. She dried her hair and sat on couch while Patty combed her long black tresses. Patty combed Jane's hair to the right so that fell down over her right side. Jane wasn't one for cosmetics, but she kept some red lipstick and eyeliner for special occasions. She held up a small hand mirror while she applied her make up. Jane stood and held her arms out while Patty dabbed perfume on her crotch, belly, underarms, and neck.

Patty sat back and watched Jane step into the garter before placing one dainty foot into the white nylon and unroll it up her leg, attaching the garter straps to the stocking. Jane did the same with the other foot. “Might I borrow your underwear for the evening?” asked Jane.

“Left back in the alley with yours,” said Patty.

“Oh!” said Jane in surprise. Her spare set had been cut off her in Cairo.

“Perhaps you should cancel?” asked Patty, watching Jane pull the gown on over her head. She struggled for a bit trying to squeeze her breasts into the cups of the dress.

“No, but I'm afraid my gown is rather form fitting.” Jane's gown was dark blue and cut low in the back. Thin straps held it on her shoulders. The cups revealed a lot of cleavage and without her brassiere, her nipples were clearly visible through the top. Indeed, the dress hugged her for so tightly, the indentation of her navel and the outline of her pubic mound were also clearly defined.

Jane was going to cause quite a stir especially in the pants of a handsome German officer, thought Patty jealously though her mind was confused over who it was exactly she was jealous of anymore. Jane was primping for Jaeger clearly expecting intercourse this evening. The idea of joining them suddenly popped into Patty's head, their joint encounter with Aket had been most enjoyable, but Patty needed to stay here with the COCK while Jane left.

“How do I look?” asked Jane, pulling blue gloves on. They matched her dress and reached up to her elbows.

Patty stared at her mistress. It wasn't often she saw Jane Stalwart dressed up. “As stunning as any Hollywood starlet walking the red carpet,” stated Patty truthfully.

Jane smiled and nodded her head, pleased with her appearance. She stood in front of Patty, her smile fading and turning serious. “I'll come back to you,” said Jane, leaning forward. Patty closed her eyes and met Jane's kiss, a tremor of excitement sent her pulse racing. Jane winked and left the cabin while Patty wiped the lipstick off her mouth with the back of her hand.

Jane made her way through several sleeper cars to the dining coach. Her entrance cause quite a stir with every male eye in the room turning her way. Even the men facing away from her noticed the stares of others and glanced over their shoulders to see what everyone was staring at. Jaeger glanced up, quickly pushing back his chair and standing at attention. A smile of delight lit his face and Jane found one spreading across hers as she stared at her former lover.

“You look lovely, Fraulein Stalwart,” said a heavily accented German voice seated nearby.

Jane glanced down to see Blobel sitting alone at a table sipping wine. He raised the glass to her in a salute to her beauty.

“Danke, Sturmbannfuhrer,” replied Jane bowing her head towards him at the compliment. He was wearing his black SS uniform with the Nazi Party armband around his arm. An odd mix of black and white with his pale skin.

She looked back up and towards Karl at the far end of the coach. He was in his army uniform, the broad chest decorated with medals including the highest honor, the knight's cross at his throat. With most of the male passengers still staring at Jane, they failed to notice that their female companions, wives and daughters, were largely staring at the handsome German officer.

Jane strode through the dining car not stopping or looking away from Karl Jaeger. She stopped just in front of him, both staring into each others faces. “It is good to see you Karl,” she said.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “And it is good to see you, especially in that dress.” He kissed her on the cheek and withdrew, pulling the chair out for her.

Jane blushed like a school girl and took her seat. There was a tray of oysters on the table, a few empty shells showing that he had enjoyed a few. She took an oyster. “I was delighted when Patty told me you were on board.” Jane threw her head back and swallowed the oyster.

“Yes, quite the coincidence,” he replied. He'd also ordered a bottle of wine which he lifted and filled her glass with. “I trust this will be to your taste.”

Jane took a sip of the wine and swirled it around her mouth, nodding her approval just as their waiter came up. “I'll have the fillet of beef with chateau potatoes.”

“An excellent choice, mademoiselle,” he replied, momentarily losing his composure when he noticed her cleavage and the outline of her nipples beneath the dress. He recovered quickly. “And you, Monsieur?”

“The chaud-froid of game animals.”

“Tres bien, Monsieur,” answered the waiter, sneaking a glance at Jane again before scurrying off.

“Congratulations on your promotion, Hauptman,” she told him. “You were a lowly Oberleutnant last time I saw you.”

“The fatherland rewards those who serve it well,” he responded.

Jane looked at him seriously. “Do you think there will be another war?”

“Who knows when dealing with politicians,” he said, shrugging. “But Chancellor Hitler has my utmost confidence to do whatever is necessary to maintain the peace.”

“Still, Germany is gearing up it's war machine.”

“Peace through strength,” he replied, filling her glass up again.

“Sometimes I think the world was better off before your city states unified.”

“Deutschland uber alles,”

Their conversation was interrupted by the waiter returning with their food and the two dug in. Karl sliced off a piece of his meat. “Odd Blob and I looked for you earlier,” said Jaeger.

“Odd Blob?”

“Blobel, my political adviser. You met him last night.”

“Yes, of course,” said Jane, cutting off a piece of beef and rolling it around in the sauce. “Patty and I found ourselves running around in Strasbourg during our stop.” She bit into the beef and chewed slowly. They enjoyed their dinner, finished off the oysters, then the wine, ordering pudding for dessert. “Patty tells me your luxury coach is quite lavish for a train,” she told Karl while batting her eyelashes at him.

Jaeger stood quickly. “Please allow me to show it to you, Miss Stalwart.”

They were halfway through the baggage car before flying into each others arms. Their kiss was passionate, tongues hungrily probing into each others mouths. Karl pulled her dress straps down over her shoulders and kept pulling until her breasts sprang out. He squeezed and hefted them, pushing her nipples upwards to meet his lips. He growled with lust as he first sucked on one, then the other nipple.

Jane jumped into him quickly wrapping her legs around his waist. They kissed again while he carried her towards the door. They were outside briefly, still kissing while Karl carried her through the door to the Nazi party's luxury coach. He set Jane down on her feet so she could wiggle out of the tight dress. Karl watched her while loosening his collar to remove his Knight's Cross. His hands worked their way down his uniform while she slowly rolled her gloves off. “Leave them on,” he ordered when her hands came down to undo her garter straps.

Jane left her garter and stockings on and stepped in front of him. “You're moving too slowly.” Jane knelt before him and quickly undid his belt. “Let me help with your pants.” She pulled his pants and underwear down, his cock springing up rock hard and ready to go. “Well it looks like Mjolnir missed me as much as I missed him,” she stated before sucking the large cock head into her mouth. She bobbed her head and took half his cock down her throat while looking up at him as he pulled his uniform off. This time it was Jane who growled around the cock in her mouth as she took in his fit muscular physique complete with battle scars. She worked her mouth around his cock before pulling back and kissing the head. Jane sprang to her feet and climbed on the nearest bed. Karl yanked his pants down and was moving between her legs when she asked, “How long until Major Blobel comes back?”

Karl smiled at her. “All night.” He climbed over her and she reached down for his cock, guiding it between her spread legs. “I told him to find something else to do.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Patty was miffed at being alone in their cabin without being allowed to join Jane and Jaeger for dinner. She glanced around the room for Jane's cucumber which she'd never eaten, but it was gone, probably thrown out by the Porter along with the sandwich bread. She sighed. Patty wasn't that hungry anyway her belly still felt full of Aket's seed.

There was a loud knock on the door. It came suddenly and startled her, causing her to jump a little.

The young Irish woman stood and unlocked the door. “Yes?” she asked pulling it open.

“Gut evening, Fraulein,” said Blobel, a Luger in his hand. He aimed it at her and waved her aside as he entered the cabin.

* * * * * * * * * *

.Jane's nylon covered legs wrapped around Karl's waist as he buried his large cock inside her. “Yessss,” they both hissed in unison before breaking into a laugh. He ground his cock into her. “Slower,” she pleaded. Their lust wanted it strong and quick, but after what the COCK had done to her and Patty, Jane felt dirty, so dirty. “I need you to make love to me, Karl.”

“An easy task,” said Jaeger. “And one I will gladly fulfill for I do love you.” Karl covered her body with his and kissed her again. This time, he worked his cock in and out of her slowly and rhythmically.

She trembled beneath him twice. Her pussy clenching and spasming around his cock, trying to milk his seed out, but he resisted and yanked his cock out until his need to cum subsided.

Jaeger pushed himself up and kneeled, guiding his cock back inside her. His strong arms cupped her knees and lifted her up into his thrusts. He liked it this way. His deep blue eyes could take in her naked beauty, her lips parted in soft moans, her breasts shaking, the way her belly undulated as he penetrated her, his cock pistoning in and out glistening with her arousal. Jane was staring back at him with equal adoration, his muscles taut with exertion, his rugged face straining to make this last, and most importantly, his nearly foot long cock sending ripples of pleasure through her body each time he pushed it deep. Karl grunted and buried his cock, Jane's pussy squeezing it tightly, knowing what was coming. His first jet of seed triggered an intense orgasm whose contractions sucked his seed into her womb. The orgasm lasted through several more strong bursts of cum that left both of them exhausted for a moment. Karl dropped her legs and collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. “Gott verdammte, he panted into her ear while Jane writhed beneath him still overcome with lust.

* * * * * * * * * *

Patty tried not to gag when her lips kissed Blobel's pubes. He was no Jaeger or Aket in the cock department, but his prick was a thick seven inches. She pressed her lips hard around the shaft and pulled back, his cock slowly sliding out of her throat and into her mouth. She looked up at him. His SS uniform was unbuttoned and open, exposing his fat white belly. He'd removed his hat and his bald head glistened with sweat. Blobel was staring at her sucking his cock with fascination. He still held the gun in his hand. Patty let his cock plop from her mouth, immediately missing it's presence in her throat. “”Put that gun away before it goes off,” she ordered.

Odd Blob looked at his Luger and then set it down beside him on the bed. Patty was kneeling on the floor and took his cock back in her mouth bobbing her head rapidly. He slid his fat fingers threw her

luscious red hair, perhaps the loveliest hair he'd ever seen, and held her head tight while she sucked his fat German prick. “Suck it, schlampe!” he growled. “Harder you rotkopf Irisch schlampe!” She looked up at him angrily, yet she obeyed and sucked him harder. Her lust for his cock overcame everything else. This was perfect! His hands grabbed her head tightly and pulled her down into his pubes. Blobel moaned, his cock jerking and spitting his seed down her throat. Patty struggled, not from fear of choking, but from her near addict like need to taste him. He relaxed his grip and she pulled back so that the last few spurts could fill her mouth. Now it was Patty that moaned as his delicious semen pooled on her tongue. “That's it schlampe, taste the seed of a superior Aryan male.” He closed his eyes and fell back against the wall.

Patty made sure she'd milked the last of his seed out before letting his cock fall from her mouth. It was an ugly thing, pale and fat like it's master. The tapered head peaking out from the foreskin made it look like a large garden grub. She raised herself up and helped pull his open pants off his body before guiding the fat man to lie down on her lower berth. He wasn't the fit healthy man that Jaeger was and one blow job had nearly put his asleep. Patty picked up the Luger by the barrel and moved it aside as she climbed on Blobel and straddled him. Her hand grasped his cock and tugged on it. She felt it harden again. The Blob opened his lazy eyes and smiled at her even as she lifted herself up to take him inside her.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Your still hard,” whispered Jane into Karl's ear. He made his cock jerk in response. “Pull it out.”

Karl groaned in complaint, but lifted himself off her until he was kneeling again. He pulled his cock out, Mjolnir was gigantic and rampant, flushed red with blood. Jane licked her lips. “Bring it up here.”

Karl raised his eyebrows in surprise, but obeyed, sliding his body up until her was kneeling around her stomach. He bent his cock down and she squeezed her breasts around it and captured the head in her mouth. She sucked it, licking the combined orgasms off his cock head even as he started to slide his cock back and forth through the folds of her breasts. “I like this,” he said.

Jane smiled up at him, licking the underside of his cock as it slid up over her nose. It wasn't her normal smile of happiness and joy, it was a sultry, dirty smile filled with lust and promises. She lifted her head and took the end of his cock in her mouth. “Fuck all night,” she said as his cock pulled back. “Love your cock.” Sucking again. “Fuck my titties.” His cock entered her mouth. “Fucking big cock.” He thrust his cock and let her suckle the head for a moment. “Love fucking and sucking Mjolnir.” His cock head entered her mouth. Jane pushed his hands away and pushed her own breasts around his shaft. “Own my pussy, Karl.” Jaeger watched in disbelief as she pinched and squeezed her own nipples while he titty fucked her. “Use me like a whore.” He lost it then and there. His cock entered her mouth on the next thrust and shot his first wad against the back of her throat. He hadn't measured his thrusts well and pulled back, sperm fanning out from the head to coat her face in his white pudding. Her mouth was open, tongue out wanting to taste more. Karl jumped up and grabbed his shaft, semen splattered all over her right breast before he could move his cock up towards her waiting mouth. Her lips met his cock head while he jerked the shaft and Jane hungrily swallowed every last drop.

“Since when do you swallow?” he asked, but her only answer was a wink of an eye while she licked up the final pearl like drip from the slit in his penis. Karl fell off her and on his side. She wasn't quite satisfied and he watched in amazement as Jane Stalwart hefted her own breast and brought her nipple up to her mouth. Her tongue licked and teased her nipple licking up every last drop of his sperm that it could reach. After that, she used her finger to push the seed on her face into her mouth. “Marry me,” he gasped, rubbing her belly affectionately.

* * * * * * * * * *

Patty slowly rode the Major's fat prick. Her hands pressed down on his jiggling chest leaving red marks. They were both pale white, but where Patty's skin was smooth and lovely, his was blotchy and bloated. She ground down into his cock and leaned down to kiss him while she came all over his fat pale prick. “So good,” she moaned. “So fucking good.”

“Ja Fraulein,” groaned Odilo. “Ride that superior Aryan fleischpeitsche!”

“Gonna cum again,” moaned Patty, rearing up in Blobel's lap. “Your fat Willy's gonna make me cum.

Gonna cum. Gonna cum. CUMMINNG!” Her pussy contracted like crazy all around The plump German's penis

“Mein Gott!” Odilo grabbed and squeezed her heavy breast while thrusting his cock up into her. “So gut sie sexy Hure!” Odd Blob's cock exploded his seed into her orgasmic contractions. “Nehmen sie mein sperma!”

Blobel caressed her breasts while she sat still, panting in his lap. He could feel his cock wither inside her, going soft, but trapping his superior German seed inside her. Some Irish racial purity was questionable, but Patty was too perfect not to have come from Aryan stock. He wished his seed had been planted inside her. “You like mein schwanz?” he asked.

“Hmmm,” she purred grinding her pussy down around his limp prick. “I love it.”

“Gut! It is not as big as Jaeger's, but it is still Aryan and gave you much pleasure.”

“Yes, much pleasure,” moaned Patty, eyes closed so as not to look at the man's pale face and bloated belly. She'd rather have been looking down at Aket's black skinned body. Thinking of Aket made her cervix open causing the black man's trapped seed to dribble down over Blobel's penis.

“Ja! I can feel your love juices pouring over mein schwanz!” he gasped in glee.

“You can fuck me anytime,” she moaned, squeezing her pussy muscles around his penis. If only he knew, she thought.

Blobel's eyes glowed with intensity as he reached up and pinched her nipples. “This is how it should be,” he stated. “Women willingly serving as hures for the men of Germany.” Patty's amazing pussy was squeezing his penis back to life. “Our soldiers will need women to serve them and thanks to the COCK OF OSIRIS they shall have plenty of willing sex slaves. I'll shall be a hero of the THIRD REICH!”

“Yes, fuck me some more,” cried Patty once more bouncing in his lap. “Then I want it in my ass.”

“DEUTSCHLAND UBER ALLES!”

* * * * * * * * * *

Jane returned from wiping her face and breasts down in the wash basin. Karl was smiling at her through half lidded eyes. “Oh no you don't,” she said. “No sleeping until I say so big boy.” She crawled between his legs and started sucking on his big cock. Mjolnir sprang quickly back to life in her mouth.

She gave if one last kiss and crawled on all fours next to Jaeger. “Do me from behind,” she commanded.

“Jawohl!” He sat up quickly and kneeled behind her. They both moaned as he slowly pushed his cock in, burying it and pausing, just to enjoy the feeling of being fully inside her. Jane moaned and ground her crotch into him. Karl grabbed her his and slowly started working his cock in and out of her.

“Harder Jaeger,” she growled, thrusting her ass back into him. “Fuck me hard. Let Mjolnir hammer that pussy.”

Karl obeyed slamming his cock with a speed that would have made a normal man cum in seconds. She had so many orgasms, her fluids were dripping down his hairy testicles to soak the bed. He felt the sperm welling up in his balls, but he wasn't ready to blow this load. He wanted it to last a while and yanked his cock out. Jane kept pushing her ass back into him like they were still fucking. “Put it in. Fuck me hard,” she demanded.

Jaeger looked at his cock, swollen huge, fat, rampant and glistening with their love juices as it rose above the crack of her ass. “This is a side of you I haven't seen before, my love,” he told her.

“You don't like it? Do you think I'm bad?” she asked through gritted teeth.

“No, I do rather like it. As for bad, maybe just a little naughty,” he teased.

“Yes, I'm a bad naughty girl,” she gasped. “I deserve a spanking!” Karl's eyes flew wide at that. “Spank me with your cock.”

Karl Jaeger didn't need to be asked twice. He grabbed the base of his cock and stared down at the white globes on Jane's rear end. “Like this?” he asked. He slapped the hard cock down hard on her left ass cheek. She shuddered and moaned. He slapped his cock down hard on her other cheek. She whimpered in lust. Karl brought his cock down again and again and was startled when she squirted in orgasm all over his thighs from being spanked. He couldn't take it anymore and slammed his angry red cock back into her making her orgasm again. “Take your punishment naughty girl,” he yelled.

“Your hand!” screamed Jane. “Use your hand. SPANK ME! FUCK ME!”

Karl spanked her left ass cheek until there was a irritated red hand print on it. Then he switched to her right cheek. Her pussy gripped and trembled around his cock each time his palm made contact her the jiggling flesh of her butt cheeks. He would never have done this to any woman unless he assumed she'd enjoy it. Still, there was a part of him that reveled in disciplining her, the part that was angry she'd never submit and be his forever, but Jane was too independent and valued her freedom.

Before the COCK had infected her, Jane would have allowed any man to try this on her, and ended up throwing him over her knee for a spanking. As for the new Jane Stalwart, there wasn't any kind of sex act her body didn't crave. Everything gave her immense pleasure. Even as her mind wandered from Patty's soft female body to Aket's big black cock and being sodomized by Hassan and how good his penis had felt plowing her ass, a craving began to grow to be sodomized again. Her ass needed to be fucked even as her brain screamed that Jaeger's cock was too big.

Jaeger's hand was about to slap down on her ass cheek again when Jane lurched forward and his cock leaped upwards free of her pussy. He watched it bobble, tossing drops of her fluids all over her ass. She was head down on the bed, ass up in the air, her labia was still spread open like his cock was inside her. It was a very submissive pose and he liked it. He grabbed the base of his cock and bent it down for her pussy, but she jerked forward as he began to penetrate her. “You little tease,” he growled, thrusting forward until his cock head pushed inside her. She jerked forward again until just a fraction of the head was in her. Karl held the base of his cock and watched her pussy lips spread and push back before pulling forward again several times, the last time his cock was completely outside her. Jane then ran her slit slowly up and down the head of his cock several times before spreading her legs farther open, her ass falling so that his cock head slid up her perineum and came to rest of the tight puckered rosebud of her anus. He assumed it was a mistake on her part, but then, her rear end pushed back against his cock inviting him in. First Patty and now Jane. His cock was way too big for sodomy, but both women had begged for it.

“Please,” begged Jane, sounding desperate. “Fuck my ass, Karl.”

Amazing, thought the German. His cock was as hard as steel as her pushed down. His cock head was the size of a golf ball compared to her tightly puckered 1 Reichspfennig sized rectum. It opened for his cock head, stretching wide, surprisingly easier then Patty's had and he wondered if this wasn't her first time. Jane gasped loudly. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked. Jane's response was to move her hands out from under her head and reach around behind her. Her slender fingers grabbed her butt cheeks and held them open for him. He pushed down hard on his cock. Jane whimpered and it felt like she was sobbing, but she continued holding her cheeks apart for him. The opening grew to the size of a 5 Reichsmark piece, opening wider and wider and then, his head pushed inside.

“Yessssssss,” hissed Jane in relief. She could feel his shaft pushing deeper into her bowels. It still hurt, but the hard part was over. Karl's cock was so large, an average cunny needed to get used to it and he treated her ass like he was breaking in a new cunny, pumping slowly, letting her body get used to his size, moving a little deeper with each thrust. Before long, Jane began pushing her ass back into his thrusts, letting go of her butt cheeks and rising back up to all fours as he began really fucking her ass.

“So fucking big!” she stated.

“So Gott Verdammte tight,” he growled, grabbing her hips and pumping her ass.

“Fuck my slut ass, Karl,” she screamed. “Shove Mjolnir in deep.”

“Take it! Take meinen groben schwanz!” He pumped her ass hard until she screamed, her orgasm spraying the front of his thighs. “Gott, I love fucking you!” Karl felt the sperm welling up in his balls. “Gott verdammte Jane, ich liebe dich!” he grunted, slamming his cock forward, his sperm pumping forth into her bowels. He grunted loudly, feeling another spray of her cum strike his thighs. Exhausted, he fell on her back even as she collapsed into the mattress, his cock still spewing seed. Karl was panting heavily as he kissed her back once and whispered, “Ich liebe dich, again. “I love you.”

Jane moaned contentedly, her body satisfied now that he had taken all three holes. His cock withered, still plugging her anus. He groaned, it took a lot of effort for him to pull back and free his cock. Her anus immediately felt like a waterfall, rapidly dribbling sperm out to run down her perineum and coat her crotch. He collapsed hard beside her, letting gravity take him down into the mattress. She was exhausted too, but managed to climb off the bed and find a basin to clean off in. When she was satisfied, she slid into bed beside the snoring German and snuggled under his arm, throwing one leg over his as she too fell asleep.

Jane awoke after a few hours to waves of pleasure flowing out from her breast. Her nipple was hard, a tongue flickering over the long nub. She opened her eyes and ran her hand through Karl's close shaved sandy hair. “Good morning,” she whispered.

Jaeger was kneeling by the bed. He winked at her, kissing her nipple on last time and stood. His cock was plump and sticking out. She leaned over and gave the head a kiss, making it jerk with excitement.

“Come,” he said, holding his hand out.

Jane took it and climbed off the bed. She could hear the water running as he led her over to the large tub. “Now that is a luxury,” she stated, staring as lustfully at the bath as she had at his cock.

“This coach is used by high ranking party officials. It has it's own water tank on the roof and an electric heating system”

“You're a high ranking Nazi now?”

“Nein, but I have connections,” he said, winking at her and holding her hand while she stepped into the tub.

Jane slid down into the water and laid back, watching as Karl climbed into the other side. “This is nice,” she moaned. Her moan turned louder when he lifted one of her feet out of the water, kissing the base before his hand began kneading her foot. He dropped that foot and went to work on her other foot and leg. Jane moaned sliding down further in the water until her head was submerged. “Do you have any soap?” she asked, coming up for air.

Jaeger smiled. “I can do better then that.” He reached down on the side of the tub and came up with a bottle, handing it to her.

“Breck's shampoo,” said Jane. “What will they think of next?” She opened the bottle.

“Americans,” said Karl, shrugging as if that explained everything. “Allow me.” He took the bottle from her. He poured some shampoo in his palm as Jane leaned forward, the ends of her hair floating in the water. He rubbed his hands in her hair and began lathering up the shampoo, massaging her scalp and coating her hair with this new bottled soap.

His fingers felt so good on her scalp, she purred a little. “You're too good to me Karl.”

“Come back to Germany with me and I'll be good to you forever.”

“I can't. Not yet. I'm not ready to settle down.” Jane dipped her head down and shook her head under the water.

“I guess we'll only have these short encounters then,” he said, sadly when she came back up and wiped her eyes free of the water. His cocky grin returned. “Didn't you tell me once that you'd spent time searching for a monster in Loch Ness?”

“Yes and I concluded it's nothing by a myth. Why?”

“I think he's here in the tub with us,” said Karl.

Jane raised an eyebrow, then smiled as Karl lifted his hips and his erect cock broke free of the surface. The thought briefly occurred to her that Aket's cock would have fit the description of a giant black sea serpent more then Jaeger's fat headed missile. “Maybe I should try to capture it then,” she said, leaning down and engulfing his cock head in her mouth. Jane adjusted her position and did a superb job at giving him one of her best blowsies. Her belly growled as the COCK's effects took hold of her and she craved the taste of his cum. Her hand delicately kneaded his ball sack while stroking his shaft and sucking Mjolnir's head. It was very fortuitous that Karl Jaeger had come on board just when she needed a real man to keep her satisfied. His penis erupted, filling her mouth with his delectable seed. She moaned as she tasted and swallowed each spurt of his semen until his cock quit bucking in her mouth. Jane didn't stop there, she kept sucking, keeping his cock hard. When she felt he was ready to go again, Jane spun around in the tub, reaching between her legs for his cock and guiding it into her pussy. She sat in his lap and leaned back into him. “This is where Mjolnir belongs,” she said.

Karl wrapped his arms around her. Jane sighed and closed her eyes, her cheek beside his. He kissed her ear, then her cheek, then her neck. The German reached out for the shampoo and poured some on her breasts as his strong hands lathered up her breasts, nipples, and belly. He slowly worked his cock, only moving a little inside her, but her vaginal muscles seemed to do the rest, contracting and tugging at his cock until she had the first of several orgasms. It was a long time before his penis erupted inside her, pumping more of his seed into her womb. By then the water had turned cold.

Jane was bent over behind a dressing screen attaching her nylons to the garter while Karl changed near the bed. Her thigh bag was already strapped on. The weight of the Enfield inside felt comforting on her hip. “Toss me my dress,” she called.

The dress flew up and draped on the dressing screen. “Last chance to change your mind, Lady Stalwart,” called Karl. “We can switch this coach over to a train bound for Berlin.”

“It's tempting,” she said back. Jane stood and pulled her dress on over her head. She froze and looked sad for a moment. “Karl, please don't think ill of me for my behavior last night.”

He laughed. “Ill? That was the best night of my life.”

Jane smiled in relief. “I just don't want you to think, I'm some sort of slut. I wasn't... myself.” He stepped around the screen. Jaeger looked handsome in his uniform. Her eyes fell to the swastika arm band he'd put on. “You joined the party?”

He shrugged. “One must, if one desires to advance in rank these days. As for you mein liebchen, I understand you were suffering the effects of the COCK OF OSIRIS and I rather enjoyed the new you.”

Jaeger reached down to his holster and pulled a Luger out, pointing it at her.

“How...” Jane was stunned as an insight hit her. Chancellor Hitler stood on a podium beside another Nazi, one she didn't recognize, but he sported the same toothbrush mustache that Hitler had as well as rounded glasses. Before them stood a hundred perfectly fit men on a field in tank tops and shorts. Beside the men, a hundred women in shorts and tops were doing jumping jacks. All were perfect Aryans, fit, healthy, blonde haired and blue eyed. The women stopped and both sexes saluted Hitler with their right arms raised. Hitler saluted back, but in his arm was the COCK, a cloud a dust spewing forth from the end to engulf the confused looking men and women. The coughing fit soon turned into an orgy as the two Nazi watched on as their Aryan breeding program began. Jane saw the image of a map with the swastika spreading forth into Russia, North Africa, France, Scandinavia, and crossing into Britain. She saw a crying despondent older Princess Elizabeth being led down the aisle by her defeated looking father, King George VI to stand beside her new husband and future King of England, Adolf Hitler. Elizabeth's view of her new husband changed quickly, the next image showed her laying nude on a bed, squeezing breasts that rivaled Jane's in size. Tiny squirts of milk shot up from each nipple as the young princess watched Hitler disrobe, a giant twelve inch cock bobbing between his legs ready to make more heirs to the throne. Her insight resembled a news reel with Hitler and Elizabeth standing side by side, rights arms outstretched as a parade of uniformed Nazi children marched by each brigade younger by a year. The Nazi flag began spreading heading across the Atlantic for the Americas.

“Are you alright?” asked Jaeger, truly concerned.

Jane was staggered and shook her head. She had to stop this insight from coming true. “The COCK...

“By now is in the possession of my associate along with Miss O'Toole.”

“Damn you Jaeger!” she screamed. “If you harm one hair on Patty's...”

“I assure you, Miss O'Toole's lovely red hair will not be harmed, but she will be coming with me as are you. Perhaps another dose of the COCK is all that it will take to make you mine.” Jane pushed past him, heading towards the door. “HALT! Where do you think you are going?” He raised the gun and aimed it at her when she stopped and whirled around.

Jane looked angry and betrayed for there was a part of her that did love this man. “You won't shoot me Karl,” she stated confidently.

“I will do my duty to the fatherland, Lady Jane.”

Jane walked barefooted over to the wall and took down the dueling swords. She hefted one to feel it's weight and balance, tossing the other to him. Jaeger grinned and holstered his pistol. “Always up for a challenge, Karl.”

“You can't defeat me Jane,” said Karl, raising the Glockenschlager up in a slaute. “I was master of academic fencing at Leipzig for two years at university and won the silver at the 1924 Olympics. I handily defeated you last time we fenced.”

Jane smiled. “That was three years ago Karl. Since then, I studied under Barbasetti in Rome and Borsodi in Hungary, as well as mastering several oriental sword fighting styles. I've also bested Delporte, the man who took gold at the 1924 Olympics.”

Jaeger snorted. “Well en garde!” He held one arm back while thrusting the rapier forwards.

“I'm surprised by your choice in weapons,” she replied, taking the same position, their sword tips touching. “I thought you were a Korbschlager man.”

“Not my swords. They belong to Hermann Goring, the new head of the Luftwaffe.”

“I'll try to go easy on you then.” Her rapier's tip danced around the head of Karl's. He took several steps forward increasing his strokes and Jane stepped back. She was more interested in rescuing Patty then defeating Jaeger. Jane reached behind her and undid the door latch. She slipped through the door and slammed it on Jaeger, turning to leap over to the baggage coach. She ran through the baggage coach tossing any piece of luggage she could find down into the aisle to slow him down before slipping into the next sleeper car with Jaeger in hot pursuit.

* * * * * * * * * *

Patty was kneeling, head back, tongue out. Blobel's sperm fell across her nose in a strand down to her chin. He jerked his cock, more of his ejaculate spewing forth into her mouth. Patty let it roll around her tongue before licking around her lips and sliding his cum into her mouth before swallowing. There was a last pearl like drop dangling from his urethra which she lapped up, giving his cock head a kiss before he zipped up the dark black pants. “Danke Fraulein,” he gasped, watching her dress.

Patty didn't go for her usual dress, but instead grabbed Jane's “working” clothes of trousers, boots, and a white button front blouse. It felt strange to feel her legs in the trousers.

Odd Blob watched her lustfully. He'd retrieved his Luger and was waving it at her. “Schnell fraulein. SCHNELL!”

“I'm going as fast as I can,” she pleaded.

“Gut, now grab the COCK and ve vill be on our way.”

Patty grabbed the antique Egyptian box and held it to her bosom while Blobel motioned with the gun for her to precede him. He followed her into the sleeping coach, holding the gun down and out of sight, and they slowly walked towards the rear of the train.

* * * * * * * * * *

The blades were a blur as they parried and thrust, constantly moving. Jane was still being forced back and trying not to be distracted by the numerous heads popping out of their cabins to see what the commotion was.

“Your defense has certainly improved,” said Karl, slowly moving forward. “But your offense is virtually nonexistent.”

Jane remained silent, quickly spinning around and dashing through to the next car. Karl was fast and she was only half way through the coach when she was forced to turn to parry his unrelenting offensive

moves. He was smug, confident in his skills. He maintained a constant pressure on her trying to keep her from fleeing into the dining coach. Jane was desperate to make sure that Patty was alright and decided a little cheating wouldn't hurt anything. Karl wasn't expecting her foot to slam down on his. Her bare foot didn't do much against his boot, but it did surprise him enough for her to slam her free fist into his nose. Karl staggered and she fled into the dining coach.

Karl pursued, a trickle of blood flowing from one nostril. Their blades whirled again. Diners and staff stood up in alarm at their appearance. Voices rose in shock and Jane heard a tray drop in surprise. She continued to step back, hooking her foot under the leg of a chair and flinging it towards him. Jaeger shoved it aside and continued his advance.

“JANE!”

Hearing her name startled Jane and a quick glance to the left revealed the fat Major, holding a gun in one hand, his other hand grasped tightly around Patty's wrist. Her Lady's Maid clutched the COCK's box tightly under her other arm. The distraction was all Karl Jaeger needed, his rapier thrusting out and up over her left shoulder and then sliding along just under her chin to her right shoulder. Jane felt the breeze along her throat and for a moment feared that he had slit it open, but no blood poured forth. The only thing that happened was that her dress fell to her feet, the shoulder straps sliced apart.

The noise in the crowd grew louder and the young woman's charms were displayed to them, naked but for the garter and stockings as well as the bag strapped to her thigh. She parried several more thrusts, watching Blobel pull Patty through the exit. “I'm coming for you Patty.”

Patty turned and shook her head sadly. “See to yourself Jane,” she called before Blobel pulled her through the door.

Jane parried one last thrust of Karl's sword and turned to stare angrily at him. “That was a very expensive dress,” she growled. Her defensive parries turned to thrusts and probing attacks. Karl's smug look faded to one of surprise at it was his turn to retreat, stepping backwards. Jane stepped on a chair and onto a table, dueling downwards. The tip of her sword ripped his chest once and then twice. Two medals falling to the floor. Karl moved back faster as Jane leaped from one table to the next and then finally down at the door just as he escaped through it.

Jane ran through the door in time to see him climbing the ladder to the roof of the moving train. Of course, we're going to be dueling on top the moving train, she thought with a sigh. She hurried to the ladder, expecting an attack from above, but none was forthcoming. When she climbed to the roof, he'd already leaped to the next coach in the line. She ran, catching him on the roof of the baggage car.

“I'm impressed,” he gasped, parrying two quick thrusts. Karl glanced over her shoulder and up, a smile forming again on his lips.

“I'm not going to fall for that Karl,” she hissed thrusting forwards, the tip of her rapier at his throat. His smile turned into a look of spite as his Knight's Cross fell to the top of the train.

Now it was Karl's turn to cheat. He parried one thrust and moved forwards, grabbing her sword wrist and wrenching it behind her back. Jane wasn't expecting that and twisted around, falling down on her knees. He came with her, his crotch pressed into her bare ass. It was erect and he pressed it forwards against her several times. Jane closed her eyes, wanting his cock inside her again. “Do it,” she hissed.

Karl held her sword arm down with his own, while he fished his big cock out of his pants with his free hand. He bent the hard shaft down and glided it back into the hot folds of her wet pussy. She was hot and ready for him. “Take my schwanz,” he grunted pushing it deep.

“Fuck me! Fuck me, Karl! Harder! HARDER!” Jane squirted all around his pumping shaft as she had her first orgasm. She was soaked and ready for him, her pussy needed his seed again. All she could think of was all those eyes staring at her naked body, taking in her breasts and belly, her pubic mound and her rear end. Eyes, staring... watching... and she wished those same eyes were watching her now as she came all over Jaeger's cock a second time. The damned COCK OF OSIRIS must have triggered another fetish within her. Karl fucked her hard like she asked, this was an animalistic fuck and both humans were grunting from his thrusting cock until he pushed it deep and shot multiple jets of his hot seed into her womb.

Jane was still cumming as she threw herself forwards and to her feet. The train was slowing. It's whistle blew. Karl stood, looking up over her shoulder again. This time Jane turned. She could see Paris and the Eiffel tower in the distance, but above that loomed the rapidly approaching presence of the German Zeppelin.

Karl shoved his cock back into his pants and raised his sword. He leaped, sword raised, bringing it down hard, but Jane jumped back dodging the sudden attack. Her final orgasm had forced most of his semen from her body and Karl's boots came down right in the pool. He slipped, falling hard on his back with a loud thud. His rapier fell from his hand and rolled down off the train. Jane stepped up to him and lowered her sword to his throat. “Yield,” she ordered.

Karl looked up her rapier and raised his hands in surrender. “Foiled by the mighty contents of my own balls,” he said, the old self assured grin returning. “I yield to the superior fencer.”

“Get up. I'll trade you for Patty.”

Karl rose and stood. He clicked his heels together and bowed, spinning around before Jane could stop him. She pursued, watching him leap from the end of the baggage car across a growing gap to the Nazi coach. Blobel and Patty were on the end of the train. Patty stood holding the box while Blobel had just detached the Nazi car from the train. Jane ran, but the gap was too wide to jump now. Instead, she slid off the rook, dangling off the edge and falling to the end of the baggage car. Jaeger was hanging by the both hands off the end of the Nazi car. He fell down to his feet before Patty and Blobel. The luxury coach came to a stop, but so did the train, something ahead holding it up from the station.

“I win Jane,” said Jaeger, bowing towards her again.

“Just let Patty go.”

I don't think so, Lady Jane. I'd much rather keep Miss O'Toole and the COCK. Besides, the new Patty is much more fun then the old.”

Jane reached into her thigh pack and brought the Enfield up, aiming it at Karl. Blobel immediately turned his Luger on her. “Let Patty go,” she slowly stated through gritted teeth.

“You don't get it, do you Jane? Why do you think I'm here anyway? Patty contacted me.”

“I sent him a telegram from Cairo,” confessed Patty.

“Why would you do that Patty?” said Jane stunned. “You know Karl's my biggest rival for artifact collecting.”

“Because Jane,” said Patty. “I'm a Nazi spy.”