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.