Lady Jane Stalwart and the Cock of Osiris Ch8

Chapter 8: Danger in Strasbourg!

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” muttered Patty, looking up when Jane returned to the room. Patty was standing in the center of the room, looking at the pools of sexual fluid all over the floor. Jane's sudden return through the broken door, nude had startled her. “What happened?” asked Patty, taking in Jane's naked body. Half the semen on Jane was still wet and the other half dried flakes.

“Aket, that's what happened,” growled Jane, striding over to the basin. “And he has the COCK!”

“Oh no!” gasped Patty. Her eyes filled with concern for the loss of the COCK and then horror as she once again gazed at her mistress' nude body. “You had relations with a NEGRO!”

“Come now Patricia, it appears you have no choice who you have sex with under the COCK's influence.” Jane picked up the sponge from the basin. She looked distastefully at the water, filled with white clouds and clumps of sperm from where she'd squatted over it earlier. She started to clean herself with it anyway.

“But a NEGRO? Are you alright?”

“I'm fine,” she answered. “Better then fine, it was quite...” Jane stopped. Good, amazing, the best sex of her life, she wanted to answer, but Patty could never comprehend a white woman enjoying sex with a black man. “I'm fine,” she said again, “But we need to worry about getting the COCK back, not me. We have to stop Aket.”

“What do we do?”

“He's not going anywhere until the trains tops in Strasbourg in the morning. A giant black man shouldn't be hard to spot.” Jane watched as Patty took the sponge and helped clean Jane's body. Her nose was crinkled in distaste even yanking her hand back when some dried sperm touched her knuckle, but she stoically did her duty. Jane's nipples hardened again as the cool sponge slid over her breasts. Patty stared at them and Jane detected and increase in her breathing and her cheeks flushed a little. She grabbed Patty's hand to stop her and the two women stared into each others eyes before Jane bent in for a kiss. Patty's eyes partially closed and her lips parted, but at the last second she pulled back, a look of distaste on her face. “What?” asked Jane.

“Your cheeks are puffy like they get when you've been sucking on a man's...” Patty flushed crimson and shook her head like she was trying to fight not to vomit. “Did you have a Negro's phallus in your mouth?”

“Yes,” said Jane watching Patty shake her head in denial again. “Patty, get over it. His cock was amazing, bigger then the COCK and His seed tasted so...”

“STOP!” yelled Patty, dropping the sponge and covering her ears with her hands.

Jane leaned closer, sniffing. “You smell good.” Jane took in her friend. Patty looked great. She was clean, smelled of lavender, and had washed her hair. “Really good. Where have you been anyway?”

Patty flushed some more. “Karl Jaeger's here and he offered to show me his luxury coach.”

“JAEGER!” Jane was surprised, but then remembered the familiar looking German that had arrived on the zeppelin. “Karl's here?”

“Yes and they have a bath tub.” Patty nodded. “A bath tub on a train!”

Jane got a far away look in her eyes, but she wasn't thinking about a bath. “Did he ask about me?”

“Yes, many times,” said Patty, jealous again. “I'm sure you'll see him tomorrow in the dining coach.” Patty paused in thought. “Why don't we ask his help stopping Aket.”

“No,” answered Jane. “The fewer people who know about the COCK, the better.” Jane felt cleaner and grabbed a towel, drying her magnificent body while Patty to her credit, got on all fours and scrubbed up the pools of sperm. Jane pulled a simple dress over her head and grabbed the basin of semen polluted water. “I'm going to dump this over the railing,” said Jane. “Go find the porter and tell him that an inebriated passenger fell against our door and busted the lock. Then ask the steward in the dining coach if we might have some fresh water or better yet, ask if they'll heat it up some. I need to wash my hair.” Large strands of her hair were stuck together bonded by dried sperm. “If he gives you any guff, bat your eyelashes at him a couple times.”

“I'm on it then,” said Patty, exiting through the busted door.

Later, Jane felt quite clean washing in the fresh basin when the porter arrived. The porter apologized profusely and insisted he'd have someone come fix their door immediately as two young ladies traveling alone wouldn't be safe under these conditions. He asked if she'd seen who had fallen into their door and Jane replied that it was the large exotic looking African, hoping to find out Aket's room. The man frowned, saying that he wasn't aware of any African passengers on board the train. This was an upper class passenger train after all.

Early the next morning, Jane hopped off the upper berth, waking Patty. “Come Patricia, “ she said, pulling the shift over her head. “The game is afoot.” Jane dressed in her “working” clothes of brown trousers and a white blouse. She strapped her pack to the outside of her right leg while Patty pulled a green dress over her head. Jane checked the bullets in her Enfield and slid it into the pack on her leg.

“What's the plan then?” asked Patty.

“The train's approaching Strasbourg and we need to find Aket before he can disembark. We'll ask around. A man like Aket stands out.”

Jane and Patty walked the length of the train questioning every porter or passenger they encountered, but the entire staff insisted there was no black man matching that description on the train. There were a few negro porters, but none were giant muscled Egyptian cultists. The train whistled and began to brake. “Damn!” cursed Jane.

“What do we do now then?” asked Patty.

“We disembark first and keep an eye out for Aket,” replied Jane, heading towards the nearest exit. Jane let herself off as soon as the train came to a complete stop in Strasbourg station much to the nearest porter's annoyance. “Patty, you walk to the back of the train and I'll keep an eye on the front section.”

Jane watched her go when it suddenly occurred to her that she might not be asking the right question about Aket. She looked up at the coach door. “Porter?”

“Oui, Mademoiselle,” he replied, still looking irately at her.

“You don't recall seeing a large Negro on board?”

“Non, Mademoiselle, like I informed you earlier....”

“Is there an Egyptian on board, brown skinned not too tall?”

The porter crinkled his nose in distaste. “Oui, the Egyptian is staying in the cabin beside yours.”

That explains how Aket disappeared so quickly last night, she thought. “And there's no Negro with him?”

The porter sighed, exasperated. “Non, Mademoiselle, there is no Negro staying with him. There is only his wife, a rather large woman, but is is hard to tell with Muslim women being covered up by those heavy burqas. Look, there she is, if you'd like to question her personally.” The porter held his arms out, hands down and made shooing motions towards Jane.

Jane turned and watched the bulky figure striding from the train. Her lip curled up. The dark figure, clad head to toe in a black burqa towered over the other passengers. Patty did a double take and stepped out of his way. “PATRICIA! STOP HIM! THAT'S AKET!” Jane yelled, starting to run.

Aket casually pushed Patty aside causing her to fall backwards on her rump. He pulled off the head piece and started running. Jane took off after him with Patty struggling to catch up. The black Egyptian had a head start and had already disappeared down an alley, heads on the crowded street turning to watch the strange spectacle of a giant black man being pursued by two lovely women.

Jane's strong athletic legs, trousers, and sensible shoes allowed her to make better ground then Patty, but the Irish woman caught up to Jane when she came skidding to a stop where the alley split. “Which way?” gasped Patty, panting.

“I don't know,” said Jane scanning the ground for footprints, but the cobblestones showed nothing. “We'll have to split up.”

Patty's eyes went wide as she stared at her mistress. “But what do I do if I catch him?”

Jane opened her thigh bag and pulled out her pistol. “Here,” she said, handing it to Patty. “You've fired it before. Only use it if necessary. Yell, if you see Aket.” Patty took the gun warily, but took off down the left alley. Jane watched her go, then took off at a steady pace. Jane could run and run well. Gray Wolf had been impressed with her long distance running and ability to pace herself. A Tamahumara Indian of Northern Mexico had helped train her and he too had come to respect her abilities, though his skills far outstripped Jane's. There were few to rival a Tamahumara for long distance running. She didn't need these skills in the tight alleys of Strasbourg however and didn't even consider this type of steady jogging to be an exertion. She could have kept up this pace for hours. There was no sign of Aket and Jane hoped Patty was having better luck. The alley soon ended, splitting into a T shape. Left would take her back towards Patty and right into the unknown. Patty's scream made the decision for her. Jane turned left, picking up speed. “NOOOOOOO!” echoed down the alley up ahead. The alley split again, Jane made a choice and took a random turn. She heard noises ahead around a corner and slowed as she approached.

“Oh no,” muttered Jane, peering around the corner. Patty was nude and straddling Aket's stomach. The burqa had been spread out in the dirty alley. Aket's gold and white robe was flung aside and the black man was laying on his back on the burqa. The COCK was beside his hand and Jane's Enfield lay beside it. Aket's monstrous cock was fully erect and flat against his stomach, but the strange snakelike shape had the serpentine head sticking straight up. Patty was humping the head while running her hands over his hard muscular chest. A golden dust cloud was still settling around them and Jane could detect the scent of sperm even from where she was. Aket had used the COCK again!

“So big... so good,” grunted Patty, grinding her pussy around the head of his cock. She leaned down until her nipples pushed into his chest and kissed him. She pushed back, feeling more of his cock enter her. She reared up, cumming. “No idea... negro cock... would be so good... better then any other cock.”

“Tell Great Aket you love his cock,” ordered the cultist, squeezing her breasts.

“I love your negro cock, Aket,” she moaned.

“PATTY!” Jane screamed, charging the lovers. “I'll save you.”

Patty's green eyes looked on Jane with an insane intensity. Patty scrambled desperately for the gun, raising and aiming it at Jane. “STOP!” she ordered. “Back off.”

Jane froze in her tracks. The gun was shaking as Patty sat up a little and let the entirety of his cock push deep inside her while her eyes rolled up in her head. She looked so beautiful impaled by the black man. The gun fell and Jane stepped closer, but she no longer wanted to rescue her friend. She began unbuttoning her blouse, pulling it off and tossing it to the ground. Aket took his eyes off Patty's breasts to stare at Jane's as she pulled the brassiere off. He had the same delighted little kid look on his face that he'd had discovering sex for the first time last night. “Yes! Great Aket's mighty cock can please you both,” he stated. Jane turned and slipped her trousers down over her round rear end and then slid her bloomers down.

Patty was riding Aket's cock while staring lustfully down at her hand, resting on Aket's black chest. If Jane understood how the COCK worked, poor Patty's sexual preferences were being adjusted to make her desire black men from now on as well as women. Jane felt the same, her own libido was still so overpowering that she wanted to join Patty and Aket and it was a day after Jane's second baptism. Hopefully, it would wear off provided they didn't get the third baptism. For now, the two were having so much fun, Jane was going to join in.

Patty looked up as Jane stepped over Aket's head. The red head found herself staring intently at Jane's black bush until Jane kneeled and lowered her pussy down on Aket's face. The black man had no objections and eagerly pushed his tongue between the folds of Jane's pussy. She moaned, humping the tongue as her back arched and she had her first orgasm. Patty took advantage of the out thrust breasts and sucked one of Jane's nipples past her lips triggering Jane to cum again even as Aket's thrusting cock triggered her own orgasm.

Jane humped his tongue, thrusting her vulva outwards causing his tongue to slide along her perineum to her anus. Aket either didn't notice or didn't care, the end of his tongue eagerly wormed it's way into her anus and Jane gasped at the unexpected pleasure this gave her. She changed her tactic, swinging her crotch so that his tongue slid back and forth between her vagina and anus. Another orgasm was building within her. She looked at Patty. The redhead was trembling too as her own orgasm approached. Both women leaned forwards and kissed, their lips parted, little mewlings of pleasure whispering into each others mouths as they both came.

Patty's eyes flew open and her mewling turned into a scream. She broke the kiss and fell back on her hands. Aket grunted into Jane's pussy. She looked down and watched the glistening base of the black shaft just under Patty's fluffy red bush. White rivulets of sperm appeared sliding down the shaft to coat his curly black pubes and his big heaving ball sack. “Fuck!” cried Patty in awe. “Fuck! FUCK!”

Patty had fallen backwards on her hands and feet and was pushing her body up. Aket's cock slid from her pussy and popped out, still spraying more semen then Jane had ever seen produced by one man. A deluge of white sperm began flowing from Patty's pussy. Jane leaned forwards burying her mouth in her friend's vagina and started lapping up Aket's seed as fast as it was pouring out. It was as delicious as she remembered from yesterday and still hot. Patty moaned pushing her pussy into Jane's mouth even as Jane's wiggling tongue teased another orgasm from the red head. Her orgasmic contractions forced even more semen into Jane's thirsty mouth.

Patty reached the point where she couldn't take anymore and fell back entirely. Jane lowered her head, raising Aket's shaft so that she could suck the head and lick the shaft clean. She worked fast, trying to keep him hard as they positioned themselves in what the French referred to as the soixante-neuf. He stayed hard and after slurping on the traingular head of his cock for awhile, Jane crawled forwards until she could forced her vagina down around his cock head. She pushed down and out, his cock pushing inside her as she sat back on Aket's chest. His sat up a little, his strong arms wrapping around her back to grab her breasts. “You have taught me so many things, my queen,” he moaned as she road his cock backwards. “Come serve Great Aket and rule by my side. You shall be my wife and your friend will be first concubine of my seraglio. Aket can keep many women satisfied.”

“Your ah-offer is very Ahh-tempting, my AH pharaoh,” she moaned, her hips enthusiasticallly raising a little too high and his cock plopped out. Jane groaned in lust, but when she looked down for his shaft, she saw only Patty's red hair bobbing between her legs. Patty looked up and Jane was impressed to see that she'd swallowed more of Aket's serpent shaped cock then Jane had been able too. Patty moaned working her jaw around the end of Aket's cock until Jane begged, “Please, put it back in.”

Patty reluctantly parted with sucking his cock and kissed the tip before bending it back so that Jane could spread her pussy lips back around the head. “It tastes really good Jane,” she said watching Jane's tight white pussy engulf the giant black shaft.

“You need to taste his cum,” answered Jane, crying out in joy at having Aket back inside her. This time she sat up to avoid letting his cock fall out again. Jane bounced in his lap, looking down to see Patty licking the huge testicals spread out between the black man's legs. Jane came, half a dozen times, her own orgasmic fluids coating Aket's scrotum only to be lapped up by Patty's tongue.

“My seed comes forth,” growled Aket.

Jane slammed her pussy down and closed her eyes. His cock throbbed within her and she whimpered with pleasure. His cock bucked and she cried out as the first blast of his seed filled her womb. The cry turned to a scream as her vaginal muscles clamped down over the cock trying to hold it still even as it fought to jerk. More powerful blasts of his fertile seed filled her womb triggering an intense wave a multiple orgasms. Patty cried out in delight as her tongue tasted his fresh semen for the first time. Jane could feel her tongue licking his shaft and the spread out folds of her labia eager for more. Jane gave her more, though reluctant to release his cock, there was little room inside her for Aket's large volume of ejaculate and she lifted herself off the shaft.

Instantly, Patty turned her head up, mouth open to get the flood of hot cum pouring from Jane's well fucked pussy. Patty gulped it down, but she wanted more straight from the well. Aket's cock was still bucking off his stomach, spraying Jane's ass with sperm. Patty bent forward and took it in her mouth, moaning with lust as she gulped his sperm down.

Jane collapsed on Aket's chest and then rolled off him until she found herself on her side on the spread out burqa. Patty continued kneeling in the dirty alley, moaning as she licked his shaft clean.

“Come, I would fuck you both in the manner of beasts. Get on all fours beside each other,” ordered Aket.

Jane was exhausted, but she obeyed him. She got on all fours on the burqa and looking down saw her right hand near the COCK and her pistol. Pattty was crawling up beside her when there was a feminine scream from the alley followed by, “GENDARMES! GENDARMES!”

Aket sighed and stood. He bent to retrieve Jane's Enfield pistol. “I'll silence the bitch,” he growled.

Jane didn't hesitate. She grabbed the COCK and jumped to her feet even as Aket was turning to aim the pistol at an old French woman. Grabbing the COCK by the base, she brought it down hard on Aket's head. He flinched and froze and for a moment, Jane feared she had only stunned him, but then he slowly fell over to collapse in the alley. Jane retrieved her gun and clothes. “Come on Patty, let's go.”

“But I want to fuck some more,” Patty pleaded in disappointment.

“Here, take the COCK,” said Jane stepping into her trousers.

“GENDARMES!” screamed the old woman again.

“Patty, run,” ordered Jane, pulling her naked friend down the alley.

They paused around the corner and Patty dropped the COCK while Jane fixed her thigh bag and buttoned the front of her blouse. She'd missed her brasierre somehow and the large erect nipples sticking out from her heavy bosom were clearly visible through the top. Patty skipped her underwear too and simply slipped her dress over her head.

The train whistled.

“We need to move,” said Jane, peering around the corner. Aket had pushed himself to his feet while the old woman screamed nearby.

Jane turned back to see Patty pointing the COCK at her. “NO!” shouted Patty. “I want to go with him. I want more... Negro.... cock.” Patty frowned appearing to start coming back to her senses.

“PATTY!” Jane stared in horror as the COCK started giving off it's green radiance again and it was pointed right at her. Patty looked confused and stepped forward just as Jane grabbed her arm and turned the COCK away from her just as it blew.

The cloud didn't billow out or erupt in a bubble around the two women. Instead, it shot out like a jet of ejaculate for twenty feet and struck Aket. He doubled over coughing and then stod straight up his arms out fists raised to the sky, bulging muscles flexed. The black man's muscles looked larger and he even appeared to have grown several inches. More amazing was the huge cock dangling limp between his legs grew several more inches and began to rise again, bigger and even more serpentlike then before. He threw his head back and bellowed like a bull infused with power.

“I fear our enemy just became even more dangerous,” said Jane staring at the scene in amazement. The old woman hadn't been hit by the COCK's blast, but her hand had come out to stroke Aket's now monster cock as if compelled to do so. The first policeman ran up, skidding to a stop and staring on in disbelief at what he was seeing in the alley. “Lets go,” said Jane, just as the train whistled again.

The train was slowly moving just when the women raced up to it. The irrate porter stared in shock at Jane's heaving breasts even as he leaned down to take her hand, helping first her and then Patty back on board towards their final stop in Paris.