Jane Stalwart and the Cock of Osiris (rev)

Jane Stalwart and the Cock of Osiris

Copyright 2016 by Stormbringer

Revised 2023

Note: This story is my attempt at a pulp-style adventure story. It features a larger-than-life heroine and her red-headed Irish sidekick. It's a bit different from my usual stories, but it contains the hardcore sex scenes (and a lot of them) one would expect from a Stormbringer story. The story is ten chapters long, with the heavy sex scenes in chapters 4-9, but the opening chapters are short, so don't skip ahead.

This revised edition changes the Cock of Osiris to a Vril artifact. Vril will be my “applied phlebotinum” to explain enhanced bodies, psychic powers, weird science, and magical artifacts in the Jane Stalwart Universe.

 

Chapter One: In the Shadow of the Pyramids

1936

“This way,” said Hassan. The words hissed through the gaps in the Egyptian's yellow teeth. “The professor is waiting.”

 “One moment,” answered Lady Jane. Her eyes moved from the sphinx down to the sketchbook in her left hand. Her right hand moved swiftly running charcoal over the paper.

Patty looked down from her camel. “Well-drawn, Lady Jane,” she said. Patricia O'Toole was Jane's Lady's Maid and had been in her employ for five years, her constant companion and confidant. The lovely redhead was pale and sweaty. The young Irish woman did not do well in the Egyptian desert's heat and burning sun.

Jane Stalwart nodded satisfied with her sketch of the sphinx. She'd already added a sketch of Giza's pyramids and another of the crowded souk of Cairo.

“Please Lady, the professor was most urgent,” hissed Hassan again.

Lady Jane glanced disapprovingly at their unsightly little guide. The brown-skinned Egyptian stared back at her with his beady black eyes, eyes that lingered hungrily on the swell of her white bosom. Patty leaned down and offered her hand to her employer. Jane remounted the camel in front of Patty. The two women were paired up on the camel and Jane took the reins. Patty adjusted the umbrella to cover both women in the shade. Hassan's eyes flickered back and forth between the two white women, licking his lips with lust. Jane smiled at him, but her eyes were cold as they glanced down at the pistol holstered on the camel's side. She made sure his eyes followed hers. She almost wished the hideous little man would try something. Jane nodded at him and Hassan urged his camel forward.

Professor Al-Arash stood at the entrance of the white stone building he'd been excavating. He wore a loose flowing white robe and a red fez. Egyptian workers carried baskets filled with rubble past him, dumping them nearby. He took off his hat, wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand as he waved at the approaching camels. “I don't believe it,” yelled the famous Egyptologist.

“Professor Al-Arash,” greeted Jane, skillfully sliding down the camel’s side and landing on her feet.

“What happened to the skinny little girl I used to tickle in her father's office at Cambridge?”

He grasped her shoulders and kissed her on both cheeks.

“She grew up, Professor,” replied Jane, staring fondly at her father's former colleague.

“I can see that,” he said, glancing at her breasts before quickly removing his eyes in embarrassment. “And please call me Omar.”

Jane Stalwart smiled and nodded. Her girdle squeezed her breasts together making her already ample cleavage seem much larger. Men, even older men, like Omar Al-Arash, couldn't resist a glance. She'd often wondered why women's fashion favored a thin tree-like appearance when men clearly preferred more buxom women. Lady Jane was dressed for traveling in the heat in riding trousers that even she admitted hugged her firm well-rounded rear end a bit too tightly. Her blouse was cut low, showing her chest and the tops of her breasts. The girdle hugging her trim athletic waist showed off her near-perfect hourglass figure. Her long raven dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail. “It is good to see you, Omar,” she told him, her blue eyes sparkling at the white-haired Egyptian.

Professor Al-Arash stepped back, his eyes capturing her face and figure. There was no lust in his gaze, only appreciation for her beauty. “You're the spitting image of your mother you know. Giselle was a fine woman.” "I'm sure she would be proud of you," he said, his voice soft and gentle. Then he stepped back, his gaze breaking away and Jane could see a single tear running down his weathered cheek.

“So, I'm told,” replied Lady Jane. Her mother was a very famous French singer who fell madly in love with the dashing British Major John Stalwart. Their passionate love affair blossomed and soon enough, Lady Jane was born. She had her mother's beauty and her father's strong nature. Lady Jane was a symbol of their love for each other, a reminder of their eternal bond. This was while he recovered in Paris from being wounded fighting the Boers in South Africa. Sadly, Giselle died when Jane was young.

Hassan tried to help Patty off the camel, but she shrugged him off, falling on her rear as she stumbled. She allowed Hassan to help her get up off the sand, the little man staring hungrily at her fair skin until she got to her feet. Patty actually appeared more of a lady than Jane did. The Irish Lady Maid wore a white dress and a broad-brimmed white hat to keep the sun from burning her porcelain freckled skin. Her long luscious red hair was pulled up on her head and concealed under her lacy-cocked hat.

Jane introduced Patty to Professor Omar who kissed the back of her proffered hand before leading the two women away from the excavation and towards his large tent. Hassan held the camels, watching them hungrily with his beady eyes as they walked away.

 

Chapter Two: The Cock of Osiris

 

“So, Profess... Omar,” said Jane taking a seat in front of the Professor's desk. “What did you wish to see me about and why the urgency?”

“I've uncovered something amazing,” said Al-Arash, sitting at his desk and bending over to start unlocking a large safe. He opened it and removed an ancient box, covered in hieroglyphics. “I couldn't believe my luck when I heard that the daughter of John Stalwart was here in Egypt.”

“Lovely,” said Jane, glancing at the box with interest. “Old, early fifth dynasty, that's Osiris and that would be...”

“Is she holding a phallus?” interjected Patty, staring with as much interest at the box as Jane was giving it.

“Yes, Patricia. That's Osiris' wife Isis and the other woman is Nephthys. One myth has Set cutting Osiris into pieces. Isis reassembled the pieces, but couldn't find his penis so she fashioned a penis of gold for him and brought him back to life long enough for him to impregnate her with the god, Horus. After that, Osiris went from being a god of fertility to being the god of the underworld. There's a hieroglyph of him still with his penis. As you can see it's erect and...”

“And very large,” said Patty, giggling.

“Hush Patty,” said Jane, giving her Lady Maid a stern look. Jane was only five years older than Patty's twenty-one but much more worldly.

“You are your father's daughter,” said Omar, impressed with Jane's knowledge. “But not gold, Orichalcum.” He opened the box. Jane's eyes widened when he lifted its contents out.

“Very large indeed,” gasped Patty, staring at the golden phallus. “And very lifelike.” The erect penis was over a foot long and resembled a real penis having veins, bumps, and ridges. Light reflected off the golden veins shined in Patty’s green eyes.

“May I?” asked Jane, reaching for it.

“Careful,” said Omar, handing it to her. “The COCK OF OSIRIS is said to be cursed.”

“They're always cursed,” replied Jane. The second she touched the golden COCK, Jane had one of her insights. A bald priest with kohl eyeliner highlighting his eyes was holding the COCK high in his hands a green mist spewing from the golden glans to fall upon an orgy of naked bodies, men and women entwined in orgiastic lovemaking and not always with members of the opposite sex. Jane shook her head to clear it of the decadent image. She turned the penis and stared at the broken base with interest before handing it back to the Egyptologist, “Not solid orichalcum,” she said, worried about what the old Egyptian would say next. He confirmed her fears.

“No, a piece of green meteorite plated with orichalcum,” said Omar, returning the COCK to the box.

“What's the deal with the curse there then?” asked Patty, leaning over to get a last look at the golden cock. Her large bosom hung down as she stared greedily at the golden COCK.

Omar pulled his attention away from the freckled porcelain bosom and closed the box. “It's not common knowledge, but Isis was said to once have been the goddess of purity and virginity, but Osiris' phallus turned her into a goddess of sex and fertility. When Isis first saw her brother's penis, she became enamored of it. Osiris took her maidenhead and she lost some of her purity. He took her a second time and she became more wanton, willing to service his cock with her mouth and loving the taste of his manly seed. Then Set cut Osiris to pieces and hid them throughout the world. Isis turned mad with arousal, her need for her husband's phallus grew into a maddening lust until she fashioned him a new cock from gold, attaching it to his body and mating with him for the third time and conceiving Horus. After the third time, Isis changed for good, lusting for sex constantly and taking on all comers. I'm sorry if this offends you, young lady.” Patty appeared distraught by the story.

“My word!” Patty was blushing furiously. The flush spread from her cheeks down to her chest. “I'm... fine professor.”

“Egyptian mythology is not a good subject for those offended by tales of sex, Patricia,” interjected Jane studying the hieroglyphs on the box while Omar sealed it. “Or most mythologies for that matter.”

Omar raised an eyebrow and nodded his head in agreement. “This artifact is said to be the actual one constructed by Isis herself. It is said to have the same powers as the actual cock of the god. Anyone man or woman baptized by the COCK OF OSIRIS three times will become as wanton as the goddess herself.”

“What does it mean, baptized?” asked Patty.

“It means the COCK must ejaculate on you,” said Jane, sitting up from her examination of the box. “But since a stone phallus can't ejaculate, I believe you are safe Miss O'Toole.”

“God save Ireland,” muttered Patty, gulping.

The professor sat back and smiled. “So, did you recognize the phallus, Lady Stalwart?”

Jane smiled back. “Indeed, I did, Professor Al Arash, the fractured back of the COCK appears to be an exact match for a certain statue of Osiris you and my father recovered from the Nile twenty years ago.”

“The statue in the British Museum?” asked Patty.

The professor's smile faded. “Jane, I need you to return the COCK to the statue and as soon as possible. Certain forces do not want the COCK to leave Egypt.”

“Why do YOU want it to leave Egypt?” asked Jane. “You've been arguing to keep ancient Egyptian artifacts in the country for years.”

“The COCK is dangerous as are the forces looking for it. Besides, it belongs to the statue, reunited with Osiris. Please Lady Stalwart.”

Jane reached out and took the professor's hand. “Of course, Omar. It means heading for home a little sooner than I’d planned, but I can leave tomorrow.”

“Praise Mary,” muttered Patty, wiping sweat off her forehead. She was eager to return to a more god-favored climate.

“I'm staying at the Continental. Meet me for breakfast around half past eight.” Jane stood up from the chair.

“Gladly Lady Jane. I'll see about chartering a plane to Istanbul for you.”

Jane turned to leave the tent before looking back. “Oh, and Professor?” she asked. “Don't forget to bring that big COCK with you.”

 

Chapter Three: Murder in Cairo

 

Patty ran the wet sponge down over Jane's breasts and belly before moving it back to the basin and soaking it in soapy water again. She retrieved her lady's comb and stepped so close her erect fairer rosy nipples pressed against Jane's darker and longer nipples. Jane had already soaked her hair and Patty let the comb glide through Jane's long wet hair, finding a few tangles to unsnarl. “All clean then,” said Patty, looking at her mistress with approval.

“Thank you, Patty,” said Jane. “Turn around and I'll get your back for you.”

Patty lifted her wet red hair off her shoulders. Jane ran the soapy sponge down her back and over the outward curve of her buttocks. Their relationship had not started this intimate, with the mistress washing the servant, but their friendship grew, and they became more like sisters than Lady and Lady's Maid as the years passed. Of course, Jane Stalwart had no qualms about getting down and dirty. She preferred doing everything herself and didn't even want a Lady's Maid except that her father insisted for decorum's sake.

There was a loud knock on the door.

“Yes,” called Jane.

"Professor Al-Arash is awaiting your pleasure in the dining room, Miss Stalwart,” came the porter's voice through the door.

“Please tell the professor we will be down momentarily,” she yelled back.

“Very well, madam,” he replied.

Patty dried herself before holding a towel for Jane when she stepped out of the ornate tub. Patty quickly ran the towel all over her mistress's voluptuous figure. She's already laid out clothes for both of them and the women dressed. Lady Jane preferred dressing herself and ironically it was she who had to help her Lady's maid with some of her laces. Jane was outfitted in black trousers and boots. She wore a white front buttoned blouse, low cut for conservative Egypt. Gaps between the buttons gave tantalizing glimpses of her lovely white skin. She tied her hair back and put her bag on her belt, including her pistol for protection. Patty could never be convinced that wearing pants wasn't a sin, so she wore a lacy green dress and hat to flatter her red hair and pale complexion. She included her umbrella. Another oddity of their relationship was that the servant's clothing was usually more expensive than her employer's which Jane always found amusing. Many people assumed Patty was the Lady Stalwart. Their bags were already packed and the hotel would deliver them to the airfield.

“Surely, two goddesses returned to life,” said Omar standing when the two women arrived at the breakfast table. Jane nodded at the compliment while Patty blushed and curtsied. “I chartered you a “tin goose” to Istanbul, but the only flight leaves in two hours.”

“Thank you, Omar,” said Jane. Some bread and jam were sitting on the table as well as a bowl of dates. “That shouldn't be a problem.” Jane retrieved some bread and spread some jam on it. The waiter approached and Jane looked up. “I'll have the ful medames with tomatoes.”

Patty said, "I'll have the same, but no tomatoes."

Their breakfast arrived swiftly and the two women ate while Omar Al-Arash regaled Jane with tales of Omar's adventures with Sir John Stalwart. The two adventurer archaeologists had traveled to Europe, Africa, and the Middle East. Hearing her father's version of the same stories had made up Jane's mind for her. Despite being a woman, she wanted to have adventures of her own.

“May we visit the souk before we leave?” asked Patty. “There was a vase I wanted to purchase.”

“We can walk to the airfield through the Khan el-Khalili. It would be helpful to stretch our legs before the flight,” said Jane, standing up from the table. “And certainly, you’re aware Patty, that those vases are just knockoffs for tourists."

“Aye, but my ma and da don't know that,” said Patty with a smile. “I'm the only O'Toole to leave Ireland without fighting for the empire in one war or another.”

“Do you have the COCK, professor?” asked Jane.

“Yes, Of course,” replied Omar. He picked up a bag with the Cock's box inside it. He clutched the load to his chest. “I think I'll accompany you to the airfield. I'll hold on to it until then.”

“You seem reluctant to let it go, Omar,” said Jane.

“Of course, it's the discovery of a lifetime," said Omar, almost in tears. “But it needs to get out of Egypt.”

The three exited the Grand Continental. Patty opened her umbrella when they left the awning's shadow. It was a short walk to Cairo's fabled souk, the Khan el-Khalili marketplace. The souk was huge and filled with almost any type of food or goods one could imagine. Patty found the peddler of clay jars painted with hieroglyphics and selected one she liked. She haggled the seller down to half his asking price and seemed proud of herself. However, Jane knew he would have sold it for a quarter of the price. They turned to leave the vendor when a collective gasp rose from the crowd.

A man appeared at one end of the market. The man was a figure from myth. He wore a white Egyptian skirt and tunic that left his arms bare. Arms that bulged with muscles and were as black as the darkest sub-Saharan African negro. His face was hidden behind a Set mask. Unlike the other gods, Set's head was unidentifiable and Egyptologists referred to it as a Set animal. It was black with a large snout and big ears, part jackal and part aardvark.

“It's HIM!” gasped Omar with genuine fright.

Jane's eyes saw dark-robed figures working their way around the edges of the crowd trying to surround them. The men wore turbans and covered their faces. Each held a drawn Khopesh sickle-sword in their hands. “Patricia, your umbrella if you please,” ordered Jane. Patty was too distracted by the strange man's appearance to realize their danger and absentmindedly handed Jane her umbrella. Jane lowered the canopy and reversed the umbrella so that the hook end stuck out. “Professor, please enlighten me.”

“His name is AKET! The high priest of a Set cult and the reason I wanted to get the COCK out of Egypt. I’d hoped to do so before he knew I'd discovered it.”

To answer the professor's question, Aket held up one muscular arm and lowered it, pointing his finger at Omar. As he did, he turned sideways, and a short brown-skinned Egyptian appeared by his side, a multi-bladed throwing dagger in his hand. The short man grinned evilly at the group.

“HASSAN!” hissed the professor.

“Follow me,” said Jane Stalwart calmly. She turned and ran past some market stalls just as the first cultist was upon them. He ignored her and aimed for the professor stabbing forward with his Khopesh. He gazed at Jane in disbelief when she used the umbrella to parry his sword. His eyes widened when she grabbed his wrist and flipped him over. She reversed the umbrella in her hand and brought the heavy oak handle down hard on his head.

Patty gasped and the professor grabbed her wrist pulling her past Jane. A second cultist was almost upon them. Jane turned and ran from the man, the umbrella hook catching on the leg of a table filled with dates. “My apologies,” she shouted at the angry merchant as the display fell spilling dates across the ground. The cultist slipped on the dates and fell on his buttocks. “Patty, your jar if you please.” Patty reluctantly handed it over and Jane shattered the jar over the fallen cultist's head. She looked up and saw the giant form of Aket striding towards her, shoving the angry date merchant aside. Jane turned around and yelled for Omar and Patty to hurry. A cultist caught up with them. The professor gallantly shielded Patty behind him using his bag to block the cultist's sword thrusts. Another thrust and the sword stuck in the bag, caught in the priceless ancient box containing the COCK. He tugged hard and just as his sword came free, the umbrella hook came around his neck. She yanked him backward, kicking him in the head as he came down.

But just as Jane was about to run on, it was her turn to be yanked backward as her ponytail was grabbed and pulled hard. Instead of going down, Jane ran with it and rolled backward. She came quickly to her feet just as Aket bent down to pick up the fallen cultist's sword. He stood and faced Jane. She could see his eyes behind the mask. They stared intently at her. She watched as his pupils narrowed almost like a viper, and quickly the umbrella came up to parry the first thrust of his sword and quickly afterward the second. The umbrella's metal spine held well, but the cloth quickly tattered. Still, the blows Aket continuously rained down on her were so powerful, that the umbrella began to bend. His blows were brute strength over skill, but brute strength might just be enough for the powerful black Egyptian to win the day.

Jane was a skilled fencer, but the umbrella wasn't a rapier. When she took the chance, thrusting the tip forward, it did little damage to the muscle-bound priest. Instead, he caught her off guard, grabbing the umbrella and yanking her forward. Jane watched in horror as he raised the sword and brought it down. This was even as her momentum carried her within reach of the steel blade. She bent backward, pulling the umbrella free of his grip. The curved blade of the Kopesh tore down through the buttons on her blouse, slicing through the girdle beneath.

Jane's huge bosom burst free, jiggling in the bright Egyptian sun. Her long nipples were stiff from the excitement and her breasts glistened with sweat in the light. “Every time,” she muttered, shaking her head.

Aket had paused, the sword raised above his head to strike another powerful blow that might have cleaved her skull in two except he had frozen. The dark eyes beneath the mask staring in amazement at her bare porcelain breasts. Jane reversed the umbrella and swung it hard against the priest's head with the solid wooden handle. Aket's mask shattered. The Aardvark's nose crumbled into pieces and the rest of the mask cracked. He stumbled backward, shaking his head, trying to come to his senses. Instead, he fell backward and hit the ground so hard that a cloud of dust rose.

 Jane turned and ran, the crowd following her heaving bosom with their eyes. A topless European woman was not a common sight in the souk. Another cultist caught up with the professor and Patty. He raised his sword for a strike when the umbrella hook caught his wrist and spun him around. Just as Aket was stunned, the cultist froze in surprise to see her bare breasts. He was even more surprised when her fist smashed through his nose bridge.

“Lost your top again,” said Patty.

Jane harrumphed, grabbing the turban off the man's head. Unmasked, the cultist was bald everywhere, including his chin and eyebrows. He had kohl eyeliner around his eyes, ancient Egyptian style. Jane punched him again for good measure when his eyelids fluttered. “This way to the airfield,” she yelled.

By the time they arrived at the airfield, Jane had unraveled the turban and covered her breasts with it. She borrowed a hairpin from Patty to secure her makeshift top. It was still unseemly; the material barely covered her breasts and left her entire belly exposed. Still, it would have to suffice because their plane was on the runway, props spinning and the crew was about to push the boarding stairs away. She waved and the stewardess at the top of the stairs motioned for them to hurry. “Come with us professor,” she urged. “It isn't safe for you here.”

“My place is in Egypt, Lady Stalwart.” He raised the bag and held it out for her. “Give my regards to your father.”

"I will," Jane replied, reaching out for the bag just as Omar stiffened. His eyes opened wide in alarm. “Omar?” she asked, just as he fell forward into her arms, a multi-bladed throwing dagger in his back.

“PROFESSOR!” she screamed, looking up to see Hassan wickedly grinning on the edge of the field. Still holding the professor's bag containing the COCK between them, Jane's hand reached into her bag and drew out the pistol. Hassan's grin turned into a look of terror and the little man threw himself to the ground just as she fired three shots. Three dust puffs arose around him, but none hit the little man.

“Jane, come on,” cried Patty racing towards the plane. The stewardess alarmed by the gunfire was pushing the stairs away and trying to close the doors. More cultists appeared in the street racing towards them. Jane quickly checked the professor for a pulse and finding none, grabbed the bag and ran for the plane.

“My word!” gasped a passenger upon seeing Jane's exposed belly and the exposed bottoms of her breasts.

“Sorry, but I seem to have lost my blouse,” said Jane, lowering the bag to cover her front. “I suggest you get us in the air as soon as possible,” she yelled at the pilot.

The pilot grinned at her and winked, his eyes sweeping her body and Patty's as well. He turned around and pressed down on the throttle. “I suggest we listen to the lady,” he told the copilot. He motioned his head towards a growing number of sword-wielding robed men racing towards them, a giant black man not far behind.

Jane watched the cultists waving their swords as the plane gained speed and was soon airborne, following the Nile North before veering off Northwest towards Alexandria.

“I’m sorry about the professor," said Patty, placing her hand on Jane’s arm.

“He was a good man,” said Jane, a tear running down her cheek. She placed her palm over Patty’s hand and patted it.

The plane flew over Alexandria’s harbor and the Royal Navy's Mediterranean fleet had recently relocated here from Malta. Patty looked over her shoulder. “Is that an aircraft carrier?”

“Yes,” answered Jane. “I believe that's the Eagle.”

“And the others?”

“That type is a cruiser. I recognize that one as the Manchester. The smaller ships are destroyers.”

“Magnificent,” stated Patty.

“Agreed,” said Jane saluting his majesty's ships.

The tin goose aimed itself north over the blue Mediterranean and towards Turkey.

 

 Chapter Four: Baptism on the Orient Express

 

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

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

Patty glanced at her mistress. Jane's feet were crossed at the ankles, her arms outstretched in a Jesus on the cross pose. Her dark hair floated behind her. Jane's nipples were erect, her breast tips glistening in sunlight from the overhead skylight. Big bosoms were the one thing their figures had in common other than similar heights of 5'6”. Otherwise, their bodies were very different. Jane was trim and athletic. Her curves were sexy but muscular and her breasts appeared too large for her figure. Patty was also trim, but softer and curvier than Jane with larger buttocks and more jiggle when she walked.

Patty's naked body still dripped water as she walked towards their pile of clothes and the bag poor Professor Omar had given his life for. She opened the bag and pulled out the hieroglyphic-covered box. She glanced at Jane who was still floating quietly in the pool before returning to the box. Patty found herself thinking about the COCK often since Omar first showed it to them. Jane had checked on it once on the plane and Patty stared intently at it every second it was exposed. The green in the COCK called to the green in her eyes. As she opened the box, she took the COCK OF OSIRIS in her hand.

It's so big and thick she thought over and over. Patty's nipples extended as she stared at it. They grew so hard they started to ache even as she felt her womanhood giving off heat and turning wet inside. Patty moved the COCK down to her breasts and ran the bulbous golden head over one of her hard-pink nipples. Her areolas looked like little pyramids capping off her breasts with a darker red nipple in the center, Jane's were flat, larger circles with much thicker and longer nipples and Patty had the disturbing image of herself running the shaft around Jane's nipples just as she was doing to her breasts. The COCK was so lifelike, it even had a hole where the urethra would be. So big, so thick, so manly, she thought. Mmmmm, I want a man this big! What would something this large feel like inside me? She thought as her hand involuntarily moved the gold phallus down her belly towards the bushy tuft of red pubic hair.

“PATTY! What are you doing?”

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

“Well put it back.” Jane left the pool and reached for a towel, leaving a trail of water behind her. She knew what the COCK was and what it could do. Orichalcum, the legendary metal of lost Atlantis, was used for only one thing, to contain and control Vril! She kept a wary eye on it.

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

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

“I've not seen any quite that big, but several that are close.” All vril-enhanced males, she thought. Jane walked over to her clothes and began to dress. Her outfit this time was more ladylike for boarding the Westbound train. “I seem to attract well-endowed males.” Jane frowned, realizing the truth of this statement. At first, Patty had been scandalized by Jane's amorous affairs. Each of their adventures seemed to send Jane into the arms of a male lover. Not that she was indecent, but there was an attraction and even love involved with many of her paramours.  The problem was their attitudes after becoming lovers. Men expected her to settle down with them, get married, and raise children and Jane was not ready for that. Patty understood her behavior after a while and was soon relaxed enough to enjoy a few men of her own. Coincidentally, the loosening of her inhibitions had occurred after she and Jane had bathed in Mimir’s well four years earlier. The glowing green water caused both women's breasts to expand as well as increase their sexual desires.

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

The green man was physically perfect, rippling with muscles, god-like, and with a cruel expression on his face. His eyes were green like his skin. His hair and pointy Egyptian beard were as dark black as Jane’s hair. He wore a white atef crown on his head with two large ostrich feathers on its sides.

“Wh-what do you want?” asked Patty, frightened and realizing she was naked and lying on the floor of the train car.

“You, slave,” he responded, his voice deep and rumbling. He was kneeling between her legs, grabbing her ankles and pulling her pussy up towards his monstrous golden cock.

“Yes!” she hissed. Her soft feminine hand reached out for the giant gold cock and bent it down between her legs. “Take me, my master.”

“Take the cock of Osiris and become my whore,” he growled, thrusting his huge cock forward. As he impaled Patty, his eyes and skin turned black as midnight.

Patty woke up with a gasp. She’d been dreaming about the COCK of Osiris! Her nipples were swollen and she was damp between her legs. She wanted to see it again, hold it, and feel its touch on her body. She suddenly grew afraid. She couldn't move and felt a weight on her chest. Above her, Jane snored. Patty tried to call for help, but no words came out of her mouth. The young Irish woman slipped out of bed, but she wasn't in control. She was awake but asleep, a somnambulist moving through the room towards the bag with the hieroglyphic box holding the COCK. Patty looked down at the bag and slid her brassiere straps off her shoulders. Warner Company classified her breast cups as a D, but even their top-sized brassiere struggled to contain her white bosom. Patty dropped the bra before bending to pull her short bloomers down her rear end until she stood naked before the bag. She knelt and removed the box from the bag. Patty slid her hand over the hieroglyphics before opening the box. The COCK was glowing, giving off a green tinge that emanated from the box to fill the room with a subtle glow. She grabbed the shaft, so long and thick, her mind told her as she stood back up.

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

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

“Patty, stop it,” gasped Jane. "That's a Vril artifact!" Just as the words left her mouth, an explosion of green dust erupted from the tip of the COCK. She coughed as the twinkling green dust filled the room. Jane waved her hand in front of her face. Patty coughed and did the same. “It smells,” said Jane crinkling her nose. “It smells like SEMEN!”

“Jane,” whispered Patty.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck me,” hissed Jane. “FUCK ME!”

A shadow moved in the corridor just outside the cabin, stopping at the door. The handle jiggled softly, finding it locked. The handle quit turning. More shadows flickered through the gap underneath the door.

A moment later, the first scorpion scurried into the room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“J-JANE!” cried Patty in alarm.

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

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

“The Egyptian desert,” replied Jane calmly. “It's a leiurus quinquestriatus, the deathstalker scorpion. One of the most venomous creatures in the world. Its sting will cause respiratory failure and eventually a very painful death.”

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

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

“Jane! What's going on?” asked Patty, her entire body trembling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jane ran to the door and pulled it open, stepping naked into the corridor. She looked both ways down the hall, but it was empty. She shut the door, locking it again, and turned the lamp up before returning to Patty still reciting the 23rd Psalm. “Shut up,” she told her friend, kneeling before the bed. Patty stopped talking and watched Lady Jane lift her delicate foot into her hand. Blood flowed from her big toe, a gash and not a sting. “You'll live. It only pinched you.” Jane bent down and kissed Patty's toe while her hands massaged her foot.

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

“Pretty sure,” said Jane. She kissed Patty's toe again, staring at it to make sure the blood stopped flowing. “It seems our villain has a flare for the dramatic. Egyptian mythology tells of Isis traveling with seven scorpions. A wealthy noblewoman slammed her door on them, making the scorpions angry and they planned to sting her. A poor peasant woman took them in. The scorpions stung the noblewoman's son instead and the wealthy woman carried her child around the town begging for help. Isis saw her and healed the boy by naming each of her scorpions even though the noblewoman was rude to them. She was so grateful; she offered all her worldly goods to Isis and the kind peasant girl.” Jane kissed the inside of Patty's ankle and started working her way up Patty's leg.

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

 

Chapter Five: Aket Makes Himself Known

 

Jane sat back on the bench, her hand gliding over the paper. She brought the charcoal over to the right of the paper, pressing hard on the page as she colored in the swastika. She glanced up at the German Zeppelin and down at her page. Satisfied, she finished coloring in the swastika on the tail fin and wrote the zeppelin's name on the front of the dirigible. The Graf Siegfried.

Jane turned her attention from the German airship and flipped her sketchbook back one page. Patty's naked body stretched out on the cabin bed. She slept peacefully; one knee cocked. A sheet covered her crotch, but her breasts were exposed. Jane spread the slumbering woman's luxurious red hair out on the pillow, fanning it out around her head. She quickly sketched her sleeping friend and now lover. She wished she had a set of colored pencils with her to capture the red of Patricia's hair and the pink of her nipples.

Jane put the sketchbook away when Patty woke up. The Irish Catholic would have been scandalized by the nude sketch of her. However, as it turned out, the young woman was even more horrified by the events of the previous night. In her eyes, they had committed mortal sins together.

“Many cultures throughout history have allowed and even promoted homosexual behavior,” Jane told Patty.

“Not my culture and not my god,” replied Patty, her fingers fumbling with the rosary around her neck.

Jane told her friend to lock the door behind her and left the cabin to allow Patty the time to pray for guidance. She took her sketchbook and strolled around Budapest for a bit while the train moved some cars around.

The Graf Siegfried had arrived an hour earlier, descending and mooring beside the Orient Express. The train crew moved and attached a luxury car with Nazi swastika flags hanging under each window at the rear of the train behind the baggage car. Two men left the airship and headed toward the luxury car once it was attached. The distance was too far for details, but there was something familiar about the taller man's baring. The second man wore a black uniform with a Nazi swastika armband. He was shorter and portlier than the imposing man.

The two entered the train car followed by several uniformed zeppelin crew members carrying their luggage. The crew members quickly returned to the Graf Siegfried. Its engines roared to life even as the train whistled that the Orient Express was preparing to leave for Vienna. Jane gathered her things and walked to the train just as the giant airship took to the sky.

The room had been turned down for the day, the beds pushed back and the room converted into a sitting room with a couch and table. Patty was kneeling on the floor, leaning over the table praying when Jane returned to the room. She looked up when the door slammed. “Did God answer you?” asked Jane.

“Yes, I've come to accept that I was under the control of some heathen artifact and my actions weren't my own. God will forgive, but I must confess as soon as possible.” Patty stood. “How are you handling it?”

Jane shrugged. “I found the whole experience pleasurable. I've always felt close to you, but now I feel even closer.”

Patty gasped, “But Lady Jane, it's a mortal sin!”

Jane shrugged again. “I don't see how anything so pleasurable and mutually consensual could be wrong. I hoped you'd share my bed again, or even move into my room after we reach London.”

Patty's cheeks flushed as her nipples hardened underneath her dress. “I'm not some SAPHIST POOFTER, Lady Jane Stalwart!”

Jane looked sorrowful as she gazed at her friend. “I'm afraid you might be exactly that Miss O'Toole. The COCK may have permanent effects, I'm afraid. I still prefer men, but I still want to take you into my arms and kiss you again. Judging by your body's reactions, you feel it as well."

“I do, but I will pray for strength to fight this desire.”

“Very well,” said Jane. “Perhaps I'm wrong and the effects will diminish over time. Legend did say it took three baptisms to turn Isis into a wanton whore.” Patty's belly growled loudly. “Hungry? The dining car should be serving supper.” Patty nodded and the two women walked down to the dining car. Jane sat with her back to a window while Patty sat across from her. Patty selected the grilled turbot with white wine and butter sauce. Lady Jane had ordered a pogacsa from a street vendor in Budapest and wasn't hungry yet. She requested that the waiter bring her some sliced bread and a whole cucumber. This was so she could make cucumber sandwiches later in their room. She ordered a glass of Merlot and casually sipped it. Patty always deferred to Jane's taste in wine and she seemed to relish her drink.

Jane wanted to stare into Patty's green eyes, but someone had attempted to kill them last night and she needed to be alert. Her eyes scanned the diners finding nothing out of the ordinary. That is until the black man arrived while she topped off her wine. He attracted the attention of all the other guests, most of whom were openly gawking at him. He was dressed in a white robe with gold trim that formed a V down his bare chest displaying his muscle. He was imposing, hulking was a better word. He had a long pointy ancient Egyptian-style beard and wore dark eyeliner. The man was also shaved and bald including his eyebrows. Most of the crowd had never seen anyone so exotic and stared rudely at the black giant. Most of the crowd had never dined with a negro before either. He took a seat alone, facing Jane, and ordered something from the waiter before turning his head to stare directly at Jane. His lips curled up, exposing his white teeth as he grinned at her

“O, villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!” she muttered.

“What?” asked Patty.

“Hamlet,” said Jane. “I believe our foe has arrived Patricia.”

“Can I look?”

“Be my guest, he's making his presence known.”

Patty glanced over her shoulder and gasped at the sight of the strange black man. He nodded at her and continued to smile. “Jesus wept,” muttered the redhead.

“I think it's time I met our opponent,” said Jane. Jane stood, grabbed the bag, and left. Patty watched Jane leave the dining car. The black man's gaze followed Jane's. Patty didn't like being left alone and prayed the black man wouldn't come over to her. She was distracted by the arrival of their food.

Jane raced through several sleeper cars until she arrived at her cabin. The room had been reconverted for sleeping. She quickly pulled the hieroglyphic box out and opened it. The scorpion snapped up at her. She'd put the surviving deathstalker in the box as a trap for anyone trying to steal it. Jane snapped her fingers to distract it and easily lifted it by the tail with her other hand. She placed the scorpion in a drinking glass and closed the box back up. She retrieved her Enfield revolver and opened the cylinder, checking on the bullets. She set the revolver by the box, ready in case she needed it and then she left to meet her foe after securing the cabin door.

The first thing she noticed when she returned to the dining car was that Patty was gone. She'd cleaned her plate. Jane's food was sitting in her spot, untouched. A man in a dark black uniform was seated at the table beside hers. A Nazi armband around his bicep. One of the Germans she'd seen arrive earlier that day. “Fraulein,” he said, nodding at her, noticing her attention, and quickly noticing her form and beauty. His eyes roamed up and down her body, stopping on the swell of her breasts.

“Sturmbannfuhrer,” she replied, reading his rank insignia. He was an ugly man, pale and bloated. His eyes were deep-set and beady, peering at her from behind rounded gold wire glasses. He was heavy-set with a large jowl and mostly bald with a few clumps of hair clinging in patches on his head. An out of shape political officer, not a military man.

“Perhaps you'd like to join me,” he said, his voice heavily accented. “One can always enjoy the company of a beautiful woman.”

“Perhaps some other time,” she replied. “I was seated here. Did you happen to see where my companion went?”

“Yes, the Rotkopf! She left just before you arrived, Fraulein.”

“Danke,” replied Jane. Perhaps Patty had just left to use the toilet and Jane had passed her in the hall.

“May I at least refresh your drink, Fraulein?”

Jane looked down at the glass in her hand and its contents. “No thank you, Major.” She smiled and nodded before turning away.

“I am Odilo Blobel,” he said, persistently. If you change your mind about dinner or that drink. I am in the luxury coach at the end of the line.”

“Jane Stalwart,” she told him. She wondered about the odd placement of the Nazi car. Typically, the last car was a baggage car. But that didn't matter now, the African cultist was still waiting for her.

Jane walked over to the hulking black man as he watched her approach. He continued smiling at her.

“Aket, I presume,” she said, pulling a chair out and joining him. There were some gasps and muttering from the crowd at seeing a young white woman joining a black man at his table.

“I am Aket, High Priest and humble servant of Set.” He raised his hand to stop her from introducing herself. “You are Jane Stalwart, explorer, archaeologist, and adventurer, daughter of Sir John Stalwart, a British rapist of my county's antiquities.”

Jane reached out and turned over the contents of the glass into Aket's drink. “I believe this is yours.” His eyes gazed down at the scorpion thrashing as it drowned in his drink.  “O most pernicious woman! That's a thirty-year scotch.”

Hamlet! Jane stared back at the man in surprise and noticed his eyes. They weren't quite right. The pupils weren't rounded but were narrower like a vipers. They narrowed even more as she stared into them. “You read lips?” she asked.

Aket just smiled and reached into the drink for the dead scorpion. He lifted it out and dropped it into his mouth. Its carapace crunched as he chewed, before swallowing and licking his lips. “Delicious,” he stated, draining the rest of his scotch as a chaser. He put the drink down and grinned at her, but the smile faded when he saw her lack of a reaction.

 “I've eaten a few bugs in my day,” she calmly replied, shrugging. “Now let’s get down to business, Aket, old boy. You want the COCK and you can't have it.”

“That is where you are wrong, Miss Stalwart. I will have the COCK OF OSIRIS; it is the will of his brother SET that I shall possess it. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, crushing it in his tight grasp.

“I shall take the COCK and the world will be plunged into chaos!” His slit eyes stared into her blue ones.

Jane jerked under his grasp as the insight came to her. Jane sat on her throne beside her husband. She wore a white Egyptian robe with gold trim that circled under her breasts leaving them exposed. A Nefertiti's crown adorned her head and her eyes were highlighted with kohl. Aket's hand clutched hers and tightened affectionately as they surveyed the intertwined naked bodies writhing in ecstasy on the floor before their thrones. Aket glanced to his right and an Egyptian with a folding camera around his neck ran out from behind a curtain. He aimed the camera at the British Consul General's wife. Her fat body rippled as she was plowed from behind by the black-skinned Masai warrior recruited by Aket for his immense cock size. Each thrust of the Masai's cock into the fat white woman shoved the equally large cock of the Hutu warrior she was sucking down her throat. The consul general watched his wife, both in horror and lust, his pants around his ankles, his small spent penis in his hand. The flash of the camera caught the scene on film. Aket raised the COCK in his hand and pointed it at a woman entwined in the orgy of flesh. He then pointed the cock at another man in a British Admiral's uniform. The nude woman stood and Jane saw that it was Patty. Gone was her beautiful red hair, now dyed black and cut shoulder length like Cleopatra's. Gone was the rosary around her neck, replaced by an ankh. Another ankh dangled from a piercing through her navel. Her left areola was darkened with kohl, the areola forming the eye of a tattooed wedjet or Eye of Horus around her nipple symbolizing the moon while her right breast was similarly tattooed with an Eye of Ra symbolizing the sun. When Patty stood, it looked like her torso was staring at the Pharaoh Aket and his queen, Jane. Patty turned and Jane's eyes scanned the hieroglyphic tattoos that ran down Patty's spine as she sauntered over towards the admiral. He stared at her with lust even as Patty knelt before him, her hand fishing out his prick. Aket pointed the COCK at his photographer, then at the admiral and the Egyptian turned his camera on the admiral moaning as his dick was sucked by a true professional. The admiral was a British lord and married to the second cousin of the first lord of the admiralty, Winston Churchill. Through the power of the COCK and blackmail, Pharaoh Aket, high priest of Set, would come to rule Egypt and destroy the British Empire, spreading chaos throughout the world.

Jane yanked her wrist from Aket's grasp. Her insights came to her infrequently and this one had been stronger than most. An old Romany woman had once told Jane, that she possessed the gift, but Jane refused to call them visions, preferring insights. They’d started after she’d bathed in the Well of Mimir with Patty. Jane had seen enough to know that she'd just glimpsed one possible future. “Over my dead body,” she told Aket, standing up.

He stroked his beard. “To be, or not to be, that is the question,” he answered.

Jane turned and hurried from the dining car. Blobel stood as if to speak, but she ignored him, scooping up the bread and cucumber from her table as she passed. She hoped Patty was in their room. They'd need to hunker down, defend the COCK. Maybe even get off the train at the next stop. Aket was more dangerous than she'd thought, something not quite wholly human. Jane resolved to keep her Enfield close at hand from this point on.

She entered the first sleeping coach, turning sideways to let an elderly couple pass. She heard the wife gasp and glanced over her shoulder. Aket had appeared in the doorway. His hulking form took up most of the corridor and the old couple had to squeeze tightly against a cabin's door for him to squeeze past. Jane left the coach, the Austrian countryside sped past the fast-moving train as she entered the next sleeping car with Aket close behind.

The next corridor was empty and Jane raced to her cabin. She reached her door and turned to look at Aket as he came in from outside the train. “I have a gun inside,” she yelled, resting her hand on the door. It pushed right open tripping her. Someone had forced her door!

Jane fell into her cabin, dropped her dinner, and found herself looking at dirty sandal-clad feet. She looked up at the khaki pants, loose white shirt, and the man's ugly face underneath a red fez.

“This gun,” hissed Hassan, through his rotted teeth as he pointed it at her head.

 

Chapter 6:  An Old Friend

 

Patty was well into her turbot when she became aware of a large presence standing over her. She looked up afraid it was the strange black man, but found herself looking into the handsome rugged face of a German army officer. “Karl!” she exclaimed with delight. Patty stood and hugged the powerfully built man. “When did you arrive?”

“Earlier today,” replied Karl Jaeger. “And where is Lady Jane?”

Patty frowned slightly. Jaeger was quite smitten with Jane Stalwart and during their last adventure, the two had become lovers. Patty had lain in her tent listening for hours to Jane's cries of pleasure during her lovemaking with the handsome German. Of course, Jane had been under the spell of Freya, the goddess of love’s necklace, Brisingamen. Jane had affectionately begun referring to his apparently large appendage as Mjolnir after they became lovers.

In Patty's humble opinion, Karl Jaeger was one of the most perfect males she'd ever seen. He was well over six feet and all hard muscle. His face was all chiseled manliness, with piercing blue eyes and sandy blonde hair kept shaved close in a flat top. His only physical flaw was the long schmiss or Mensur scar along his left cheek, the result of some ludicrous German dueling tradition. He was old enough to be Patty's father, somewhere in his forties, and had fought in the Somme during the Great War, coincidentally the same battle Sir John Stalwart, Jane's father, had fought in. Patty had a huge crush on the man and couldn't help the jealous twinge when he mentioned Jane.

Karl stepped aside and for the first time, Patty noticed his companion, a chubby pasty man in a black uniform, almost the exact opposite of her view of Karl Jaeger. “This is my colleague, Sturmbannfuhrer Odilo Blobel.”

Blobel clicked his heels together and bowed his head. “Fraulein.”

Jaeger continued. “And this is Miss Patricia O'Toole, Sturmbannfuhrer.”

“Hauptman Jaeger has spoken quite highly of you, Fraulein O'Toole, but his description did not do your beauty justice.” Blobel's eyes seemed glued to the swell of Patty's breasts. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped it across his forehead. Patty took an immediate dislike to the sweaty man. She'd also noticed Jaegar had introduced him as a colleague and not as a friend. “If you will excuse me momentarily,” said Blobel bowing again. He walked away and left the restaurant coach, apparently to use the toilet.

“I call him Odd Blob,” said Karl with a wink as Patty laughed. “The Nazi party assigns such political officers to most members of the Abwehr and I was saddled with him.”

“It is good to see you, Karl,” she laughed.

“You too Patty,” said Karl. Jaeger spoke flawless English with no trace of an accent. “So will Jane be returning?” His head turned, looking up and down at both entrances to the restaurant coach.

Like a lovesick puppy, thought Patty trying not to shake her head. Odilo Blobel returned and took a seat. Patty smiled at him, trying not to laugh. Odd Blob was the perfect nickname for the Nazi. “She should come back for her food shortly Karl,” said Patty, waving her hand at Jane's untouched dinner.

“Gute,” said Karl, again, looking up and down the dining Coach. “Which sleeping coach are you staying in?”

“The first one closest to the engine. We got on in Istanbul. Where are you staying?” Patty asked, staring into Jaeger's eyes.

“We have a Nazi party luxury coach at the tail end,” said Karl.

Patty smiled. “A luxury coach! I bet that's amazing.”

Karl shrugged. “It's quite nice. Big beds, closet, and desk space, it even has a bathtub with an electric heater.”

“I vould be happy to give you a tour, Fraulein,” interrupted Blobel.

“Exactly how big are those beds, Karl?” asked Patty, leaning over and placing her hand on his knee while ignoring Blobel. Karl cocked an eyebrow, staring back at her. She'd never been so forward with a male before and Patty wondered if she were still suffering from the COCK's effects. She'd felt randy all day, and her arousal had only grown at seeing her crush. Plus, she hoped making love with a real man like Jaeger would wipe away her sinful thoughts about Jane.

“The beds are most roomy,” said Karl, jerking a little when her hand slid up his knee and found the head of his shwanz. Her eyebrows shot up and she flushed when it swelled under her touch. “Would you like to see the coach now, Patricia?”

“Yes, I think I would.” Patty dabbed her napkin across her lips and stood.

Jaeger stood too, but with some difficulty. The waiter arrived to take the German's order. “Nothing for me thanks,” said Karl. “I'll be eating in tonight.”

“Rotkopf schlampe!” muttered Blobel. He looked disgusted as he stood and bowed towards Patty.

“Take your time, Herr Sturmbannfuhrer,” said Karl to the Nazi. “I may be awhile.”

Patty took Karl's arm and left towards the rear end of the train. They hurried through the sleeper coaches and were kissing so lustfully in the baggage coach, that they almost didn't make it to the luxury coach at the end.

Patty was impressed by the luxury coach. It held four twin-sized beds, a table, and chairs by a window. Jaeger went over to the table and replaced some documents in a folder. Sensitive German intelligence, she assumed. A desk held a communications radio and microphone. A large Nazi swastika flag hung on one wall beside a painting of Chancellor Adolf Hitler. The bath was behind a partition, an incredible luxury for a train. Crossed dueling rapiers were also on display on one wall.

Jaeger returned to the young woman. Her back was to him, and she was holding her splendid red hair up off her neck. “Unzip me please?” she asked.

“This is a surprise,” said Karl, stepping up to her and kissing just under her ear as his finger slowly pulled the zipper down.

Patty moaned at his kiss. This was her deepest fantasy come true. “It's a long story, Karl. I just really need to be with a man right now and you’re the manliest of all the men I've ever known.” He kissed her neck and placed his hands under her dress on her bare shoulders, slowly sliding them to her arms. The dress fell at her feet as he ran his hands down her back. Patty stepped forward and turned, stunned to see her brassiere fall off her body. She looked up in surprise. She hadn't even felt him unhook it, but then the fact that he was skilled at removing a woman's underwear didn't surprise her at all. He'd stopped and was staring intently at her bare breasts. Her pink nipples were already fully hard and aching for his touch. “Do you like them?” she asked, adding after he nodded, “They aren't too big?”

Jaeger laughed. “Germans love busty women and you, my love, are as buxom as a Bavarian beer maid.”

Patty liked hearing him call her “my love”.  She liked it even better when he stepped forward and took her in his arms, bending her backward for a passionate kiss that saw their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. He pushed her back slightly and bent, kissing and sucking first the left and then the right nipple. “Jesus wept,” she moaned. Jaeger knelt and slowly pulled her bloomers down under her navel, kissing her bellybutton when it appeared. The bloomers fell to her feet and she stepped out of them as Karl stood back up.

He stepped back and took in her nude form. “Stunning!” he exclaimed. “You are absolutely stunning.”

Patty trembled a little standing nude before the handsome uniformed German officer. She stepped forward and it was her turn to fall to her knees. Her hands fumbled with his buckle before opening his pants. She tugged them down, looking up at him as she did so. He stared back at her while unhooking his knight's cross from his collar. Patty pulled his pants down and turned her gaze to the huge bulge beneath his underwear. Her shaking hands reached out and pulled them down revealing his sandy pubic hair and the base of his incredibly thick penis. “Sweet Jesus,” she whispered when his cock sprang up free.

“Do you like it?” he asked, chuckling. “It's not too big?”

“Irish women like big cocks,” she responded. “And Mjolnir is a BIG COCK! I'm not sure I can handle it all.”

Karl smirked. He liked Jane's nickname for his shwanz and he enjoyed the awe in a woman's eyes when she saw it for the first time. “You can handle it, but after all the hammering, you might be a little Thor.”

Patty grinned. Karl could always make her smile. She didn't want to look away from his cock. It was almost as big as THE COCK and the stone COCK OF OSIRIS was sized for a larger-than-life statue of a god. It had to have been a thick hard eleven inches long with a bulbous rounded head at the end that nearly took up two inches of the shaft's length. “I don't usually do this, Karl,” she said, leaning forward and taking the head of his magnificent cock in her mouth.

“Gott yes,” hissed Jaeger, throwing his head back and moaning as her tongue twirled around the head of his cock.

Patty moaned with lust as his cock head pushed down her throat. She wanted this cock. She wanted to please this man more than anything. She wanted to take away some of his infatuation with Jane Stalwart. She wanted to lose some of her own infatuation with Jane Stalwart. Her eyes gazed up at him as he pulled his uniform open. His chest was as hard-muscled as she had hoped and she saw with some sadness that his dueling scar wasn't his only physical flaw. Jaeger had two bullet scars in his chest and a long poorly healed scar along his right hip from a British or French bayonet no doubt. A leather thong around his neck displayed the hammer-shaped Thor amulet they had found in Norway, not the cross that she had been expecting. It looked old and reflected the same green material as the COCK.

Patty sucked his cock in deeper, struggling not to gag as the rounded head forced its way deeper down her throat. For such a strong man, Jaeger's fingers were gentle when they slid through her thick red hair. His grip tightened on her head and he began guiding her up and down his shaft, his hips thrusting forward. “Unh,” he groaned bending over a little. His face almost looked like he was in pain. “Unh UNGHH!”

Patty almost gagged as his cock suddenly swelled up even bigger and jerked in her throat. His seed raced through the shaft to spurt out the tip and slide into her belly. She'd never swallowed a man's cum before and tried to pull back, but he kept his tight grip on her head while his cock jerked three more times sending more blasts of semen into her belly. He relaxed his grip and she did pull back, but just as the head entered her mouth, it spurted again and her mouth filled with his hot seed. The taste surprised her. It was good! She gulped it down and the next load. After that, her hands found the shaft, stroking it in an attempt to milk out more of his sperm. Several more jets of it shot across her tongue and she let the warm seed slide down her throat.

“Sorry, it's been a while,” apologized Jaeger. He reached down and pulled her to her feet, bending forward to kiss her. It felt good to know he still wanted to kiss her even after she'd had his schlong in her mouth. He kept kissing her as he turned her and slowly walked her backward until she fell backward on one of the beds, her legs hanging over the side. “I don't usually do this either,” he said, falling to his knees between her legs.

“Liar,” she laughed as his tongue licked between the pink folds of her aroused pussy. The laugh turned to a mewling sound as his talented tongue went to work on her. He didn't stop after the first orgasm and continued licking her pussy, working two fingers into her to bring her to her second and third orgasms. Patty looked down her body at her undulating white belly and at her hairy red pussy lifting into his tongue like some wanton slattern's. Jane looked up at her and she gasped as she had a fourth powerful orgasm as Jane's face morphed back into Karl's. She'd barely recovered from her last orgasm when Karl stood and she felt the tip of his cock spread her open as it pushed deep inside.

Jaeger's cock was aptly named as he cupped her knees under his arms and began to hammer his cock hard, in and out of her body. Patty's body leaped up into every thrust of his thick cock, her vaginal muscles clinging tightly to it as she came again and again. He suddenly yanked his cock free, gasping for air. She looked down at his penis. It was an angry bright red, hard and rampant swollen with his need to cum. It was also soaked and dripping with her fluids. He'd been close, but he wasn't finished yet. “Roll over,” he gasped.

Patty sat up on the bed and spun around, getting on all fours. He stood behind her and slowly guided his cock back into her hot pussy. They both moaned as he buried it. Karl just held still for several minutes still trying to fight his need to cum, but his cock still jerked several times inside her sending tremors of pleasure throughout her body. After several minutes he grabbed her hips and started working his cock again, slowly at first, picking up speed until his thrusting shaft was a blur. Patty's moans turned into a constant scream as one orgasm turned into another into one long continuous powerful climax. Then Karl did something unexpected. His hands grabbed the cheeks of her rear end and she felt the tip of his thumb pressing against her anus. Her rosebud opened for him and he pushed his thumb inside. The already strong climax doubled in strength, her vaginal muscles clenching and squeezing his shaft while she sprayed his balls with vaginal fluids. He pushed her forwards until his cock and thumb popped out of her body.

“That was amazing,” gasped Patty into the bedspread.

Karl fell off her. “Your turn to do the work.” He laid on his back, gasping.

Patty pushed herself up and straddled him. His shaft felt thick between her legs as she slid her wet pussy up the shaft, pushing down on the head until it entered her. She slowly pushed back until Karl's cock had fully penetrated her. Patty sat up and ground her pussy around his shaft simply enjoying the feeling of being fully penetrated. She gazed lovingly down at Karl's body. His abdominal and pectoral muscles were hard and sexy. She looked into his blue eyes, but they were gazing with equal fascination at her own body. She laid down again and slid up his shaft until the tip of her throbbing nipple teased his lips. Karl took the bait and sucked it into his mouth, tongue flickering over the hard nub. Patty gasped and came again. “I love your big cock, Karl,” she moaned. “I love it when you fuck me.”

Karl groaned into her tit. Her nipple flew out of his mouth as Patty suddenly sat up and started riding him hard. Her massive white breasts heaved as she bounced in his lap. “Fuck! Fuck me! Fucking big cock! Love fucking!”

“I'd threaten to wash that toilet mouth out with soap, but I'm enjoying the dirty talk.”

Patty flushed a little with embarrassment. “It's your cock Karl. It's making me act like a whore! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Patty trembled as an orgasm wracked her body. She'd lost count of how many times she'd cum.

Karl decided to get in on the act. “Work that pussy, slut. Fuck that big cock. Who owns that pussy?”

“You Karl. You and your big cock own my pussy. You fuck me so good Karl.”

Jaeger growled. He grabbed her ass cheeks and started rising while bucking his hips. The bed shook from his thrusts. “Gonna cum. Should I pull out?”

Tears of joy ran down Patty's cheeks. “Never pull out. Keep fucking me until your big cock gives up its seed.”

“GOTT VERDAMMTE! CUMMING!”

Patty's pussy exploded in a series of contractions all around his spurting cock. Jet after jet of the German's hot seed hosed her womb. She had a new orgasm every time his cock spurted and it spurted a lot. Patty sat impaled on his cock gasping before falling on his chest where they kissed until his cock went limp inside her. Patty slid up until it plopped out and she rolled off him, still panting while looking up at the ceiling. “Nothing in my entire life..” she gasped, “has ever felt as good as feeling your hot seed cumming in my pussy.”

“That was amazing and a pleasant surprise. I'd always wanted to fuck you, Patty.”

“How come you never made a move?”

Karl sat up and stood. “Well, there's your mistress. Plus, I'm old enough to be your father. I have a daughter a year older than you.”

“I didn't know you had a daughter.”

“Yes, her name is Ursula. She completed her service in the Bund Deutscher Madel in der Hitler-Jugend, the League of German Girls in the Hitler Youth,” he translated. “Now she's in the Frauenschaft. The National Socialist Women's League. The organization for women party members. I'm very proud of her.”

“It sounds nice.”

Jaeger laughed. “She hates it. It has a philosophy of kinder, kuche, kirche, children, kitchen, and church. Ever since I taught her to shoot when she was young, she wants to join the SS and go to sniper school. Sniper school! She doesn't even want to get married. I'm afraid she takes after me too much.”

“Nothing wrong with getting married and having lots of babies,” sighed Patty stretching sexily.

“Right,” said Jaeger, suddenly nervous while looking down at the nude woman. His seed was pouring out from between her legs. “I'll be right back; I need to drain Mjolnir.”

Patty smiled, closed her eyes, and dreamed of a life in a kitchen cooking Karl dinner, raising his children, and fucking his big cock every single night. She heard Karl return. He pulled her legs open and she heard a loud snort from him just before feeling his cock push inside her. It didn't feel nearly as big as before. She grunted as he began pumping it into her and she lifted her hips into him.

“I can't feel anything,” growled a heavily accented German voice.

Patty opened her eyes and saw the gross bloated body of Odilo Blobel between her legs. He'd opened his uniform and his fish belly pale flesh jiggled as he continued thrusting his prick between her legs.

She moaned her body responding to him despite her mind's disgust at the man. His cock was not the monster that hung between Jaeger's legs, but it was nothing to be ashamed of. It didn't reach deep inside her, but it was fat like its owner and she cried out as she had a small orgasm. “Ahh, fuck me,” she moaned. What had the COCK done to her that she wanted this hideous man?

“I can't feel anything,” he complained again.

“I feel you just fine,” she told him.

He wiped sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. “I like it tighter, schlampe.” Odd Blob pushed back on her thighs and pulled his cock out.

Patty glanced down at it. It was a fat ugly thing, pale as an albino and the head tapered off instead of flaring outwards, covered in a near smooth foreskin. The Blob pushed down on it and pressed the head against her anus. “Do it! Fuck my ass!” she hissed, shocked by the words coming out of her mouth. The head went in easily, but when the fat shaft entered her, her anus stretched to the point she felt it might rip. “Fuck my ass!” she said again ignoring the pain. First, the COCK had turned her into a lesbian poofter and now she was begging an ugly bloated Nazi to sodomize her. The COCK was dangerous!

“Wuz zum Teufel!” Karl had returned and looked in horror at the scene in front of him. He reached out to the wall and took down one of the dueling swords. “Get off her Blobel,” he ordered the Nazi. “NOW!”

“The schlampe loves it, Jaeger,” grunted Blobdel. He leaned over her and began thrusting in and out of her ass as hard as he could. Karl lowered the sword. “I can see now why you enjoy fucking these untermenschen. This Irish subhuman is a complete whore for our superior Aryan cocks. Just remember to spill your seed in their asses to avoid any racially impure children.” Odd Blob slammed his cock deep into her ass and his cock began pumping her seed into it.

“Fuck me. Fuck me,” muttered Patty, wiggling her buttocks around Blobel's still buried cock. “Give me your cum.” Patty looked over at Karl standing nearby looking at her stunned. Her gaze fell down to the big plump bratwurst hanging between his legs. “Will you fuck my ass too, Karl?” she asked.

Jaeger dropped the sword. This was not the Patricia O'Toole that he knew at all. He needed to question her, but first, his huge cock was swelling at the thought of sticking it between the smooth white globes of her lovely ass, a rare treat for a man with a schwanz as big as his.

 

Chapter 7:  The Serpent Cock of Set!

 

Aket pushed his way into the room and shut the door behind him. “Where is it? Where is the COCK OF OSIRIS?”

“I found it, master,” said Hassan still aiming the gun at Jane. “It's in the box.”

Aket lovingly ran one large black hand along the hieroglyphics on the box frowning when it came to the gouge his cultist's sword cut had put in it back in Cairo. “At last,” he cried, eyes wide and glowing maniacally. He opened the box. “Interesting, I thought it would be bigger,” said Aket reaching in for the COCK. “But then Osiris is the weaker brother.” He lifted the COCK from the box and it began glowing green through the gold overlay. “Great Set, I bring you the gift of your brother's COCK, lost for 5000 years.” The green light grew brighter.

“Be careful,” Jane reached out for it, but Hassan waved the gun at her. “It does that when it wants to go off,” she warned.

“Nonsense, it works by willpower, Miss Stalwart.” He waved the glowing COCK around staring at the trail of green light.

“No, it went off on its own last night,” she pleaded. “It went off in my friend's hand and infected us both.”

Aket cackled, his eyes and pupils narrowed making them more snakelike. “The redhead's subconscious will called to it. It's given her what she desired even if she didn't realize it. Besides Lady Jane, what makes you think I don't want it to go off.” Aket stooped and brought the base of the COCK down hard on the floor. The semen smelling gaseous green cloud erupted from the head and filled the room. Hassan coughed and lowered the gun, but before Jane could make a play for it, the cloud enveloped her.

Jane doubled over coughing. She felt her nipples elongate, straining against her dress. Arousal started flowing down her thighs. She looked up, Hassan was grabbing his crotch, an erection showing through his robe. Aket was turned slightly, removing his robe. His back bulged with muscles and his buttocks were hard and taut. He was staring down at his crotch as he turned around. Aket was a huge hulking brute. His arms and chest rippled with muscles. He was still staring down at his crotch. When his face turned up, he was grinning broadly. Her gaze left him and moved downwards. Jane gasped in awe and fear at what she saw between his legs even as her pussy began leaking even faster with arousal at the sight. “BEHOLD!” Aket stood up straight until his penis stuck out even further. “THE SERPENT COCK OF SET!”

Aket had the strangest cock Jane had ever seen. It was certainly the biggest, but the shape was what made it strange. His cock had an upward curve to the shaft, not that unusual, but then the long serpentine head curved back down making it perpendicular to the body. A large baggy foreskin clung tightly to the head. It did bear a strong resemblance to a serpent. As she stared in shock at it, Aket's beefy hand gripped it just under the head and pulled the foreskin back until the snakelike head emerged. He released the shaft, his cock now looked not just like a snake, but like a rearing cobra. The foreskin spread out like a fan around the head and hung down like a cobra's hood or a pharaoh's headdress. She half expected to see a tongue flicker out from the rather large urethra. Its thickness and length matched the COCK, but the elongated head made Aket's penis about an inch longer. His testicles matched his hung cock, hanging low in a hairy black sack beneath the snake cock. Each ball was as big as her fist, no they were bigger, as big as if she'd made a ball with both fists. Jane licked her lips. She wanted the contents of those balls more than she'd wanted anything in her life.

Hassan reached behind his back and brought out the multi-bladed throwing knife, he'd used to kill the professor. Fear for her life was the only thing that could take her attention off Aket's cock. Hassan raised the knife, which she now recognized as a Kpinga, the weapon of the Zande warriors of Central Africa. Hassan cut the knife down, the end blade slicing down through the top of her dress, splitting her brassiere and her bloomers. Every piece of her clothing fell to her feet, stripping her in just a few seconds. Hassan stared lustfully at her buxom athletic figure.

 

Aket stepped forward, grabbed Jane's arms, and pulled her nude body against his own. She turned her head up to meet his lips and she was the first to push her tongue between his lips. Jane was more open-minded than most people of the day. She'd experienced interracial sex, most notably with Master Takeda Ueshida, who instructed her in the new martial art of aikido and the Japanese sword fighting technique known as kendo. The Japanese turned everything into an art and Master Takeda had been a master of lovemaking techniques as well. Then there was Nantan Lupan “the Grey Wolf” her Apache guide while searching for Francisco Coronado's lost treasure of the legendary city of Cibola. Grey Wolf was not a particularly skilled lover, but his penis was a plump hard spear of considerable size and he could last forever with the ability to keep going after ejaculating several times. Many in British high society would be scandalized by these interracial affairs, but none came close to the scandal that copulating with a dark-skinned African negro would cause. The mating of a negro and a white woman was culturally inconceivable, she thought, even as she reached down to grab his giant black cock.

Aket shuddered and moaned when she touched it. He trembled, even more, when her hand slid up and down the long shaft, following its bends and curves. He grunted and pushed her away, towards the bed even as his hand pushed the upper bunk up and away to make more room for him. Jane fell on the bed, reaching down and guiding his rampant cock towards her ready pussy. They both gasped as the head slithered its way inside her. “Great Set,” he groaned. “You're so hot inside.” He seemed in awe of her as he pushed his cock deeper. “So wet and tight. I like this.”

“I like it too,” moaned Jane, wrapping her legs around him and pulling his black cock deeper into her body. “Oh god! Fuck me! Fuck me, Aket!”

The priest of Set grunted and pushed his cock in deeper. He climbed over her and began pumping his huge cock in and out of her. “It's so good,” he groaned. “Tell me you love my cock?”

“I love your big… black… cock,” she screamed, confused by the question. It had come out of him, not like a dominant male, but pleadingly like he wanted reassurance. Her arms were stretched wide wrapped around his back and she was pulling her entire body up into him to meet each thrust of his cock. “It's so big.. so big.. so good,” she whimpered as her pussy contracted around the thick shaft and she came. “You’re the best... best cock ever... it makes me cum so good.” And she came again, clinging tightly to his chest until her arms relaxed and she fell to the bed.

“So fucking good,” he growled, grabbing the sides of her head with his strong hands. He squeezed her so tightly, it hurt and she feared he might crush her head like a melon. He stared into her eyes. “I love you,” he told her with all seriousness, just before kissing her lips. He was humping her pussy as fast as he could now. “I think… I think… Yes, I'm about to cum.”

“Do it!” she ordered. “Seed my pussy.”

“Yesssss,” hissed Aket sibilantly. “Take my seed. Let the fertile SEED OF SET fill your womb.” He buried his cock inside her just as Jane raised her hips to take him as deep as it would go. The serpent cock spat its hot venom and Jane screamed. A hand slapped over her mouth when their neighbor banged on the wall. Her eyes moved to see a nude Hassan covering her mouth even as she continued screaming into his hand. Jane had seen geysers blowing in Yellowstone and once she'd witnessed an active volcano erupt. Aket's blast of sperm felt more powerful than any geyser and as hot as lava flowing from the volcano. And it was good! So very very good! Her scream was one of awe, her pussy was contracting like mad with each jerk of the huge cock in her. His cock trembled again and a second huge blast of sperm filled her followed by at least a dozen more jets of his seed. Her body was racked by a series of powerful orgasms that had her writhing with pleasure underneath the strong protective presence of Aket's body. Jane's eyes rolled up in her head and she stopped screaming as she passed out for a few seconds.

When she came to her senses, Aket had rolled off her but pulled her with him so that they were laying on their sides facing each other. His cock was still in her, limp, but still fat and huge. It felt uncomfortable as her abdomen felt bloated from all the semen trapped inside her. A small amount was leaking out, but his mighty cock was doing a good job plugging her up. “Wow!” she whispered.

“You liked it!” answered Aket. His eyes were closed as he rested. “I hoped you'd like it.”

“I've never been fucked so well before.”

Aket smiled. “I had no idea that mating would feel this good.”

Jane wiggled free of his cock and swung around so that she could sit up on the bed. Immediately a virtual Victoria Falls of white semen began flowing out of her pussy and pooling on the floor at her feet. Her eyes went wide as it suddenly dawned on her. “Holy smokes! You're a virgin?”

Aket slid up and sat on the bed after she stood. “Yes, you are my first.” He watched her walk over to the stand with the washbasin and move the basin to the floor. She squatted over it, letting his sperm dribble into the water in an attempt to drain her pussy of all his seed. “Every generation, a child is born with a cock shaped like mine and that child becomes the high priest of Set when the previous one travels to the halls of the dead. But Set decried that his servant would never know the pleasures of the flesh until his hated brother's COCK was found. For generations, we scoured Egypt for the lost COCK OF OSIRIS. Our spies hid among groups of tomb robbers and among the European rapists you call archaeologists, like your father or Howard Carter, but there was no sign of the COCK until Professor Al-Arash excavated it last month. Hassan informed me of it immediately even though the professor was familiar with the cult of Set and sought to hide it from me.” Jane glanced at Hassan, the ugly brown-skinned Egyptian was staring lustfully at her, slowly pulling on his unimpressive skinny little penis. Aket finished, “Mine is the first serpent cock to awaken in 5000 years.” Aket paused and cocked his head in thought. “I think I'll be doing this a lot from now on.”

Jane tried not to laugh. Aket had to have been close to fifty years old, but he was acting like a teenager who had just experienced sex for the first time. Hassan was tired of waiting for his turn. He approached Jane and pushed her down on her knees. She glanced over at her pistol on the floor, within reach of her hand as was the COCK itself and the Kpinga sat on Hassan's clothes. She could easily have grabbed it with a quick roll. Instead, she leaned forward and licked the tip of Hassan's penis still compelled by the COCK with desire for these men.

Compared to Great Aket, Hassan's penis was pathetic. Its length was about half the size of the COCK, normal for a man, but it was skinny and the tip looked like a small grape. It was a simple thing to take down her throat. It tasted dirty and sweaty. He stank, but not of sweat. He stank of the thick cologne he used to hide his body odor and she could taste it on him as her lips kissed his pubes. She reached up and tickled his testicles, small little walnuts. They would hold little seed, but her body still craved it inside her. Jane bobbed her head, moaning, lusting after even this ugly little murderer's penis.

Aket was staring at them intently. “I think I'd like to try that.”

Jane slurped Hassan's penis, her eyes glanced sideways, watching Aket's cock slowly rising, the cobra readying to strike again. She bobbed her head faster eager to finish off the little man and get her lips around a real man's cock. Hassan didn't care about her technique; he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her lips down into his crotch. He began thrusting his cock until with a grunt, it jerked. A little wad of cum struck her uvula, some falling on her tongue. Something clicked in her brain when she tasted him. His seed was delicious! Jane pulled back so that the grape-sized head rested on her tongue while she used some fingers to stroke more out of the thin shaft. More sperm pooled on her tongue. It wasn't a fluke. She'd given blowsies before but had never enjoyed the taste until now. Hassan's sperm was better than the finest wine or chocolate she'd ever had, more desirable than anything she'd ever tasted. She bent her head and kissed his dick while looking up at him. She had a strong urge to thank him for letting her suck his dick, but she hated the man and resisted the urge.

Jane Stalwart turned away from Hassan and crawled towards Aket, still sitting on the bed, the serpent cock of Set fully risen between his legs. She licked the tip of his cock and kissed the head. His shaved brow shot up in apparent delight. Her belly craved more semen and Aket's black balls held a lot of it. The COCK had given her a taste for women, now she wondered if it had given her a craving for sperm.

Just the taste of a small teaspoon of Hassan's seed had given her an almost addictive need for more.

The weird S-curve and thickness of Aket's cock prevented her from sucking it as he deserved which saddened her. She had to content herself with only swallowing the serpentine head while stroking the thick shaft with both hands. She looked up at him and let the head pop out of her mouth. “I love sucking your big black cock,” she told him truthfully before swallowing the head again. She stroked his shaft faster with both hands. It was coated with a slick film of his semen and her hands slid easily along the shaft.

“Yes,” hissed Aket, seemingly delighted by his first blow job. “Fellate me, woman... I mean suck that big black cock you European whore. Suck Great Aket's big cock. Serve your master.”

Jane bobbed her head faster. She felt hands on her hips just before Hassan's penis slid between the folds of her pussy. She could barely feel him in her and it did nothing to distract her from giving Aket his first blowsie. Aket's cock was swelling up in her hands. Her belly ached with her need to taste his semen. His cock behaved exactly like a spitting cobra. It jerked back and then forward, pushing the head into her mouth just before it spit its first wad of sperm. She gulped it down and then her mouth filled with hot semen and his seed was just as delectable as Hassan's only there was oh so much more of it, finally enough to satisfy her addictive craving. The cobra struck again and again and again, each time spitting more sperm down her throat and one time jerking out of her mouth, spraying a load over her face before she could wrap her lips around it again. Jane sat up on her knees and wrapped her breasts around his cock, sliding them up and down while squeezing them against his shaft. This delighted him even more as his cock seemed to struggle to break free of her breasts coating her cleavage with several more wads of sperm.

Jane realized Hassan must have cum inside her and she hadn't even noticed it. She didn't even think about it as she moaned, her hands spreading Aket's seed over her breasts, and nipples. Her tongue flickered out to lick his tasty sperm from around her lips before bringing the palms of her hands up and licking more of his sperm off them. She'd had plenty of passionate sex before but had never behaved this slutty. “I will definitely want to do that again,” said Aket, in all seriousness, nodding his head like a schoolboy staring hungrily at her full white breasts.

“We're not done yet, are we?” Jane laid back and spun around getting on all fours again. She wiggled her ass at him. “There's more I can teach you.” Aket growled and jumped off the bed kneeling behind her. His cock head pushed through her labia. “Ooomph!” grunted Jane, still not used to the large cock. “Th.. the Romans ca.. called this the coitus more ferarum.”

Aket grabbed her hips and pulled back, forcing more of his cock into her. “Sexual intercourse in the manner of wild beasts,” he stated, confirming his knowledge of Latin. “I feel powerful in this position.”

“You feel BIGGER in this position,” gasped Jane. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” Aket started bucking his hips, pumping his cock in and out of her. Jane trembled from an intense orgasm. The unusual shape of his cock was hitting all the right places. “HARDER!” she screamed.

“Give it to her, Master,” hissed Hassan. “Show the bitch who's in charge.” Hassan walked around and kneeled before Jane's head.

“SILENCE WORM!” yelled Aket. “You will respect the Lady Jane. You are addressing your new Queen.

Suddenly her “vision” didn't seem so bad to Lady Jane. Provided she got this cock every day, ruling beside Aket might have its benefits. “So ugly,” said Jane, staring at Hassan's hideous face. She took her gaze off his face by turning it on his little brown cock and soon after took it in her mouth again, suddenly and despite her full belly, craving another taste of his delicious sperm.

“Suck my prick,” he hissed, sarcastically adding, “My queen.” Hassan jerked when her teeth abruptly scraped along his shaft, but she quickly went back to sucking. Hassan looked over her at Aket. “You know what else they like, Master? They like it when you slap your hand against their buttocks.”

Jane glared up angrily at Hassan with half his dick in her mouth just as Aket's hand came down hard on her left fanny. She gagged around the little cock in her mouth as she came hard. Jane moaned and started sucking Hassan faster even as Aket's palm came down hard on her right buttock.

Aket slapped her left cheek again. He watched the taut flesh jiggle under his blow. He smacked her right cheek again, noticing her flawless skin was turning red. He placed both hands on her ass and pushed forwards staring at his glistening shaft slowly emerging from her pussy. Her folds clung tightly to his shaft, reluctant to let it go. The folds pushed inwards as his cock disappeared again. “It's so hot and wet,” he said, still in disbelief over how good this felt.

Hassan fell back on his ass, his dick spitting a teaspoon's worth of semen into her mouth. The harlot whimpered to taste him again, her lips tightly squeezing the base of his shaft and pulling upwards, to milk it of every last drop. His penis quickly turned too sensitive, and he slid back until it plopped out of her mouth. Jane's empty mouth immediately cried out in another orgasm.

“You like that my Queen?” asked Aket.

“I love your cock,” she groaned, “But I don't like being spanked.”

“But you came several times while I did it?”

“Only because your big black cock feels so good, Great Aket. It wasn't from the spanking.”

“I am sorry, Lady Jane. I promise never to spank you again.” He paused. “Unless you need disciplining, of course.”

“Thank you,” she said, rolling her eyes, but her buttocks ached not just from the pain, but from a yearning to be spanked some more.

“You are welcome. Now, what can I do for you, my Queen?”

“Fuck me hard, my King. Give me your big cock. Seed my pussy again.” Gasps came from Jane's throat as Aket slammed his cock hard into her well-used pussy. His heavy scrotum slapped her thighs so hard, that she imagined they were turning her thighs as red as his palm had turned her buttocks crimson. The way the head of his cock was bent forwards had it constantly rubbing her sensitive spot deep inside her. It was triggering a series of strong orgasms that left her so weak, she fell on the floor with her ass still raised to receive the powerful serpent cock of Set. Aket buried his cock and bellowed like a bull. His cock jerked and another geyser of the African's hot negro seed filled her womb, triggering multiple contractions around his spurting cock as Jane came again and again.

Afterwards, Aket pulled out and fell to his side. “That was amazing. You are amazing my love.”

Jane muttered something into her arms. “What was that?” he gasped, still panting from the exertion.

“More,” she whispered louder. “I want more.”

“Great Aket will give you more,” he said arrogantly. “But for now, the serpent cock of Set appears to be sleeping.”

Jane pushed herself up on all fours and turned. She bent her head and took the serpentine glans into her mouth. She immediately moaned with lust at the delicious taste of his cock. It was coated in a film of his sperm and her vaginal fluid. Jane relaxed her throat muscles sucking it deep in her throat to taste more of their combined orgasmic fluids. In its soft state, she was able to take more than she had while giving him the blowsie, but it quickly began to swell forcing her to release it lest she choke.

“The cock awakens!” He cried with delight. The giant black man placed his hand on the shaft and stroked it, acting like a child with a new toy.

“Lay down on your back,” she said. Apparently, he didn't mind taking orders from a woman. He quickly did as told, looking on eagerly as she straddled him. His bent cock lay against his stomach, but since the head stuck straight up, she easily got it inside her. “I can't believe how good you feel inside me,” she moaned, eyes closed as she worked his cock fully inside her.

“I don't feel as powerful in this position, but I like the view.” Aket stared at her flawless white skin as she sat up to ride him. Even his meaty hands couldn't cover her large bosom. He squeezed and tugged on them fascinated with her breasts and hard nipples. He leaned up even as she leaned down so that he could take one of her freakishly long nipples in his mouth. He was rewarded by a large squeal and tight spasms of her pussy around his shaft as she came. His crotch felt sopping wet from all the fluids pouring from her pussy.

Jane opened her eyes and looked down at him in a state of complete sexual bliss. Her hands pushed down on his chest as she rode him. The contrast of her white hands on his muscled dark black chest was fascinating to her. It was sexily erotic to see her white body mated with his dark black skin and feel his big negro cock fulfilling her completely. Jane felt a new preference for black men click in her brain.

A preference that could create a scandal in British society if she were ever caught with an African male.

Aket laid back gazing up at her magnificent body slowly riding his cock. One hand squeezed her breast, pinching her thick nipple while his other hand caressed down her white throat, down her breast to her belly also fascinated with their skin contrast. He rubbed her belly around her navel. “I want to swell this with my child,” he said. “I hope my seed has already been planted, my queen.”

“I hope it has too, my king,” she lied. Lady Jane and Patty both shared a weekly tea derived from an herbal mixture of Dong Quai Jane had discovered in China. The tea kept them from getting pregnant and even kept their monthly periods at bay. “Put a baby in my belly, Great Aket.” He growled in lust at her words pulling Jane down so that he could kiss her lips. “The idea of carrying his child was starting not to sound all that bad and she was grateful to her tea.

Jane felt hands on her rear, spreading her buttocks apart. Hassan's cock pressed down hard on her rosebud. “Hey! That's off limits...” Jane's words trailed off at the surge of pleasure she felt having two men inside her.

“Take it all... my Queen,” hissed Hassan. He pushed his entire penis inside her rectum. Her ass gripped it almost as tightly as her vaginal muscles gripped Aket’s thick shaft.

“F-FUCK! I”M CUMMING!” she screamed. Jane sat still, panting from the intense orgasm. Aket's cock was jerking inside her, wanting her to keep moving. “Never had two men before,” she gasped. “Thank god, yours is so little, Hassan.”

“Thank Set, mine is so big so that you can experience true pleasure,” interjected Aket.

Hassan hunched over her, some of his penis slipping out as he moved. Jane felt his foul breath in her ear. “Litle for now, Queen Bitch,” he hissed. “The Master has promised to give me three baptisms from the COCK. Two more times and mine will be as big as his. I'll be sure to try my new cock out in your ass first.” Hassan cackled and fell back, working his penis hard and fast into her ass.

Body transformation, she thought. Jane was well aware of the propensity of Vril-infused artifacts to cause body parts to grow. Both her and Patty’s large bosoms were the result of bathing in the Vril-corrupted Well of Urdr in Scandinavia. The COCK had to be kept out of Aket's hands. Jane couldn't think much more on it as her ass was already rising over Aket's cock, trying to time it with Hassan's thrusts. The newly awakened wanton slut inside her was already looking forward to Hassan's bigger cock filling her ass even more. She mewled again, closing her eyes to enjoy the pleasure, but quickly opening them as she missed the image of Aket's black body beneath her. She squeezed his hard chest while behind her, Hassan pushed deep, his prick giving a little spasm, and sending a small wad of sperm into her bowels.

Jane moaned, grinding her ass and pussy over the two penises as she came again. Her body seemingly relished every time a man ejaculated in her.

“Go away little man,” ordered Aket as Hassan pulled out. “Let my eyes feast upon this woman's form alone.” Aket's hands pressed against her ribs and pushed her up straight. Jane kept bouncing in his lap. His stamina was beginning to tax her strength. ”I love you Jane Stalwart. Tell me you love me.”

Jane panted while riding him. She could only rise several inches off his lap before slamming back down. “I love your cock, Great Aket,” she said. “And I love how you fuck me with it.”

“NO! Tell me that you love me.”

“I can't,” she groaned. He had released her and she fell forward again. This time Jane used her arms to lift her up, fucking even more of his shaft.

“How can you not love me? No one can fuck you like Aket.”

“Please?” she begged, thrashing a little over his shaft. “I lov...”  Jane was terrified of this man's growing power. Sex with him was the best ever and he'd just lost his virginity. As his skill grew, he'd only get better. No woman could resist him. Not even Lady Jane Stalwart. “I love you. I love you, Master Aket.” Jane fell forward and kissed him passionately. Their lips parted; tongues intertwined. One encounter with the negro and she'd fallen in love with him, but she was still Jane Stalwart. Jane sat up in his lap, feeling his cock swelling with impending orgasm. “I LOVE you!” she screamed, cumming. “I'm so sorry that I have to kill you.”

“WHAT?” bellowed Aket even as his cock erupted sending more powerful blasts of semen straight into her womb.

“SEED SO HOT!” Jane cried with tears of pleasure and sadness at what she had to do, but Aket had to be stopped. “CUMMING! I”M CUMMING!” Stupid herbal tea! Why couldn't he give her his baby before she killed him? Jane collapsed from the intensity of all the orgasms.

Aket rolled her off him before his cock had even finished squirting. It bucked so powerfully; the crown of the serpent's head smacked his torso as it spit streams of cum. The first stream of venom coated her torso, soaking her nipples and leaving sperm spattered all over her belly. Another lash forward by the striking black cobra hit her thighs as he stood. Aket grabbed the writhing shaft in his hand and jerked it, shooting his hot seed to coat her face. The wanton slattern writhed on the floor, still cumming. Her tongue licking out greedily to taste the seed on her face. Her hands slid over her lovely body, rubbing his sperm into her skin.

Aket dressed in his robe. Hassan was already dressed. “I told you, she couldn't be trusted, Master.”

The ugly little Egyptian clutched his Kpinga, staring hungrily at her body. “There will be other women, Master.”

“Not like that one,” he growled. Aket grabbed the COCK and the Enfield off the floor. He pointed the gun at Jane's nude body. His hand shook as his face scrunched up in anger. Aket lowered the gun, angry at his weakness. “Here,” he told Hassan, handing him the Enfield. “You kill her.” Aket took one last look at her before tucking the COCK into his robe and leaving the cabin.

“Of course, Master.” Hassan looked back at the white bitch. He aimed the gun at her but lowered it. She was still in the throes of pleasure she'd gotten taking the two cultists' cocks in her and wasn't even aware of her own peril. “Hassan will kill you alright, but not with a bullet.” He raised the Kpinga. He kept the blades very sharp for Hassan liked to cut things. The only question was where to cut her first.

Hassan raised the multi-bladed throwing weapon, looking up and down her body, but before he could bring it down on her, Jane's heel caught him in the knee. He screamed in pain as his knee shattered.

Jane grinned, spinning around in a slick pool of sperm and rising to stoop. She heard a thud as the Enfield hit the floor. Hassan hadn't dropped the Kpinga. His eyes were filled with rage and pain as he raised it again. Jane put all the weight on her left foot, lashing out with her right for his other knee, but she slipped a little on the pool of sperm and Hassan managed to turn slightly. He caught her kick in the back of the knee, hurting him while not breaking anything, but he did fall through the cabin door.

Jane dropped and rolled, grabbing the gun and bringing it up to a firing position, but Hassan had vanished. “DAMN!” she growled, racing to the door. He hadn't gotten far. He was at the end of the corridor but headed the wrong way. “Freeze,” she ordered, but Hassan just limped his way through the door.

Luckily the aisle was empty. Most of the passengers would still be in the dining coach, but not for much longer. Hassan hadn't headed towards the dining coach, he'd turned heading towards the baggage coach just behind the engine, but that would be locked. Jane followed him out of the coach and sure enough, he was trying to force the next coach's door open. There was a ladder to access the top of the coach, but with his busted knee, Hassan wouldn't be climbing anything. Trapped, he turned and raised the Kpinga.

“Drop it,” yelled Jane. She aimed the gun at his head. “Surrender and I'll turn you over to Egyptian authorities for the murder of Professor Al-Arash.”

“I don't think so, bitch,” he hissed. His face twisted with hatred and pain. Hassan stepped forward, dragging his bad leg behind him.

Jane smiled and shrugged. “I actually prefer it this way, too.” She pointed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger.

Hassan laughed at the surprised look on her face when the hammer clicked down and nothing happened. She pulled the trigger again and the gun still didn't fire. He reached in his pocket and held his fist up, dropping the bullets he'd removed from her gun while searching her room. “Time to die, bitch.” His arm went back and then swung forward, releasing the Kpinga.

Unfortunately for Jane, a large wad of semen chose to slide down her forehead and into her eyes. Still, she managed to jerk her head sideways, feeling a breeze pass her ear as the knife stuck into the door with a thud. Jane quickly wiped her eyes. As soon as her vision cleared, she saw Hassan crossing between the coaches, dragging his bad leg behind him. His face was pale, contorted with pain and disbelief that he had missed. The Kpinga had been so close, it had taken a strand of her hair. Jane yanked it out of the wood and stepped forward. She hefted it, testing the weight, and smirked. It felt very close in weight to Grey Wolf's tomahawk and she was very good with the red man's ax. She flipped the Kpinga, tossing it underhanded.

It struck Hassan with a crunch as the main blade broke through his sternum. He stared at the weapon sticking out from his chest in disbelief, but he was already dead. The blade had pierced his heart! Hassan fell backward, flipping over the railing and falling between the coaches. There was a louder crunch and then nothing as the train continued its journey with one less passenger.

“That's for Omar,” said Jane, licking some sperm off her hand.

 

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 drying into 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 than fine, it was quite...” Jane stopped. Good, amazing, the best sex of her life, she wanted to answer, but Patty would 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. We have to stop Aket.”

“What do we do?”

“He's not going anywhere until the train stops 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 Patty’s breathing and a slight flush spread on her cheeks. She grabbed Patty's hand to stop her and the two women stared into each other’s 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 than 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 bathtub.” Patty nodded. “A bathtub on a train!”

Jane got a faraway 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 for 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, did her duty and got on all fours scrubbing 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 Jean 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 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 of times.”

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

Later, Jane felt quite clean washing in the fresh basin when Jean 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 Aket's room. The man frowned, saying that he wasn't aware of any negro 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 off 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 no black man was 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. “Jean?”

“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 it 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 near Patty. Her lip curled up. The dark figure, clad head to toe in a black burqa towered over the other passengers. A large woman indeed! 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 headpiece 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 in 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 than 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 decided 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 lying 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 phosphorescent green 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 than 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 at 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 serpent cock can please multiple women,” 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 libido was still so overpowering that she wanted to join Patty and Aket and it was almost 24 hours since 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, that Jane just had to join in.

Patty looked up as Jane stepped over Aket's head. The redhead found herself staring intently at Jane's black bush until Jane knelt 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 outthrust breasts and sucked one of Jane's nipples past her lips triggering Jane to cum again even as Aket's thrusting cock had Patty cumming.

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 its 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 mewling’s of pleasure whispering into each other’s 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 backward 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 than 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 kept hot by Patty's fiery quim. Patty moaned pushing her pussy into Jane's mouth even as Jane's wiggling tongue teased another orgasm from the redhead. 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 triangular head of his cock for a while, Jane crawled forwards until she could force 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. He 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 rode his cock backward. “Come serve Great Aket and rule by my side. You shall be my wife and your friend will be the 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 enthusiastically 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 than Jane had been able to. 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 sperm from his prior load off the huge testicles spread out between the black man's legs. Jane came, half a dozen times, her 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 of 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 it 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. Patty 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, eyes wide in disbelief, 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, wagging her finger at them.

“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 brassiere and bloomers somehow and the large erect nipples sticking out from her heaving bosom were visible through the top. Patty missed her underwear too and simply slipped her dress over her head. The dress hugged her nipples nearly as much as did Jane’s blouse.

The train whistled off in the distance.

“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 green Vril beneath the gold plating began to radiate 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 stood straight up his arms outstretched, 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 serpent-like than 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. “Let’s go,” said Jane, just as the train whistled again.

The train was slowly moving just when the women raced up to it. Jean was even more irate seeing they were late for the departure. He held his arm out as the train started moving, staring in shock at Jane's unbound heaving breasts even as he leaned down to take her hand, helping first her and then Patty back onboard towards their final stop in Paris.

 

Chapter 9: Betrayal!

 

“If you don't mind, I think I'll be resting up a bit then,” sighed Patty while Jane finished toweling off Patty's fair-skinned naked body. Patty walked over to the wall and pulled the lower berth down.

“Please,” said Jane, using the towel on herself. It had taken two basins and nearly an hour before the two women finally felt clean. Their repeated requests for bathing water were starting to annoy the porter. Jane was starting to fantasize about 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.” They were close enough, they’d slept in each other’s arms before, but never nude with their bare flesh pressed against each other.

“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 redhead's plump breast. Patty's nipple was flat until the tip of Jane's index finger began circling 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 were 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 newfound sapphist desires. She fervently wished Patty would 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 then 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, Jean.

“Un instant s'il vous plait,” she called back while standing and pulling a shift over her head. Jane opened the door halfway 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 clinging 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 7:00 pm.”

“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 would 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 the couch while Patty combed her long black tresses. Patty combed Jane's hair to the right so that fell over her right shoulder. 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 makeup. Jane stood and held her arms out while Patty dabbed perfume on her crotch, belly, underarms, and neck.

“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.

Patty sat back and watched Jane step into the garter before placing one dainty foot into the white nylon and unrolling it up her leg, attaching the garter straps to the stocking. Jane did the same with the other foot. “Perhaps you should cancel?” she asked, 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 visible through the top. Indeed, the dress hugged her 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 trousers of a certain 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. Jane had walked the red carpet with Howard Hughes to the premiere of his film Hells Angels. 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 caused 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 dress 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 equally 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 other’s 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 schoolgirl 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 its war machine.”

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

“Sometimes I think the world was better off before your German confederation unified.”

“Deutschland uber alles,”

Their conversation was interrupted by the waiter returning with their food and they 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.

“How was your beef?”

“Delicious, but I was hoping for a prime cut of German beef,” she said staring at him, while her tongue came out to lick a small piece of pudding from her lip. She slipped a stockinged foot out of her heel and placed it on his swelling crotch. He choked slightly while swallowing the last of his wine. “Patty tells me your coach is quite lavish for a train,” she told Karl, batting her eyelashes at him.

Jaeger stood quickly. “Please allow me to give you a tour, Miss Stalwart.”

They were halfway through the baggage car before flying into each other’s arms. Their kiss was passionate, tongues hungrily probing into each other’s 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 swollen red 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. “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 Jane hadn’t 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. The thought of the African’s black cock filling her stomach with his semen first sickened then began to arouse her.

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 hard and fast, but after what the COCK had done to her and Patty, Jane felt dirty, so dirty. She needed to feel loved. “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 buried in his protective embrace quickly cumming twice. Her pussy clenched and spasmed 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 knelt, guiding his cock back inside her. His strong arms cupped her knees and lifted her 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 thrusting 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, its contractions sucked his seed into her womb. The orgasm lasted through several stronger 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 seven inches and fat like it’s owner. 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 licked his pale bloated lips while staring in fascination at her sucking his cock. He still held the gun in his hand. Patty let his cock plop from her mouth, immediately missing its 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 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 its master. The tapered head peeking out from the foreskin made it look like a large garden grub. She raised herself 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 him 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 to take him inside her.

* * * * * * * * * *

“You’re 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 he 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 Thor’s hammer.” His cock head entered her mouth. Jane pushed his hands away and pushed her breasts around his shaft. “Own my pussy, Karl.” Jaeger watched in disbelief as she pinched and squeezed her 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 voluminous white seed. 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 releasing the last of his seed 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 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 and it turned red easily. 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 breasts 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. Irish racial purity was questionable, but Patty was too perfect not to have come of strong 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 negro body, her hands gliding over his hard, black, muscular chest. 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 shall be a hero of the THIRD REICH!”

“Yes, fuck me some more,” cried Patty once more bouncing in his lap on his reinvigorated cock. “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 man.” She crawled between his legs and started sucking on his big cock. Mjolnir sprang quickly back to life in her mouth. She gave it one last kiss and crawled on all fours next to Jaeger. “Do me from behind,” she commanded.

“Jawohl!” He sat up quickly and knelt 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 hips 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. The hammer amulet of Thor around his neck glowed slightly as he fucked her as hard as he could. 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, wincing as she tried to fight what she wanted, but failed. “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 an 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 AS YOU FUCK ME!”

Karl spanked her left ass cheek until there was an 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 with the jiggling flesh of her butt cheeks. He would never have done this to any woman unless he was certain 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 to being his forever, but Jane was too independent and would never settle being a frau and mutter of his kinder. Perhaps, his seed would take root and turn her into a Lebensborn mutter. 

Before the COCK had infected her, Jane wouldn't have allowed any man to try this on her let alone begged him to spank her. 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 were still spread apart like his cock was still inside her. It was a very submissive pose and he liked it. He grabbed the base of his cock and bent it down to 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 yet both women had begged for it and Patty had quickly grown to love it.

“Bitte,” begged Jane, sounding desperate. “Fick mich in den Arsch, Karl.”

Amazing, thought the German. His cock was as hard as steel as he pushed down. His cock head was the size of a golf ball compared to her tightly puckered Reichspfennig-sized rectum. It opened for his cock head, stretching wide, surprisingly easier than 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 five 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 fucking her ass.

“So fucking big!” she stated. So much for just making love.

“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 in to 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 one last time and stood. His cock was plump and sticking out. She leaned over and kissed the head, 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 its 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 than 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. They bottle and market everything. Here, 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, that 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 but 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 than 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 exactly 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.

“I wholeheartedly agree.” 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. “Mine too. 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 on the swastika armband 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 that you were suffering the effects of the COCK OF OSIRIS, but I found the new you quite enjoyable.” 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, glowing green, a cloud of dust spewing forth from the end to engulf the confused-looking men and women. The coughing fit soon turned into an orgy while the two Nazis watched with satisfaction 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 lying 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 newsreel from the movies 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 barefoot over to the wall and took down the dueling swords. She hefted one to feel its weight and balance, tossing the other to him. Jaeger grinned catching it with his free hand and holstering his pistol. “Up for a challenge, Karl?”

“You can't defeat me Jane,” said Karl, raising the Glockenschlager in a salute. “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 after besting you.”

Jaeger snorted. “Well then, 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.”

“These aren’t my swords. They belong to the new head of the Luftwaffe, Hermann Goring.”

“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 toward 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 halfway through the coach when she was forced to turn to parry his unrelenting offensive moves. He was smug, and confident in his skills. He maintained 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 barefoot 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 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’d slit her jugular, 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 from 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 as it was now his turn to retreat, stepping backward as Jane pressed him. 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 fell to the floor. He raised his rapier and her sword flicked down, slicing through his Nazi armband. 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. 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. “Dueling on top of a moving train,” she yelled after him. “You're such a cliché Karl.” She ran, catching him on the roof of the baggage car.

“I'm impressed,” he gasped, parrying two quick thrusts.

“You should be,” she said, coldly. “You're the same as you were when last we fenced, no better, no worse. I, on the other hand, am constantly improving.”

“I can see that,” he said, eye twitching twice. He didn't like being bested at anything, especially by a woman at a man's sport. 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 forward, 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 forward, grabbing her sword wrist and wrenching it behind her back. Jane wasn't expecting that and twisted around, falling on her knees. He came with her, his crotch pressed into her bare ass. It was erect and he pressed it forward against her several times. Jane closed her eyes, feeling her quim rapidly lubricating. “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, 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 in the dining car, 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 forward and to her feet. The train was slowing. Its 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 a zeppelin with the Nazi swastika visible on one tail as it turned to follow the rails.

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 hoden,” 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 main 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 than 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? How do you think I know about the cock, Jane?”

“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.”

“Jane,” said Patty. “I'm a Nazi spy.”

 

Part 10  Homecoming

 

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

Jane's heart felt like it was 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 also, but that was no comfort. “Why?” she asked. “I loved you like a sister, more than 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 pulled the COCK from her pack and 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. Jane's arm was steady as she aimed her pistol back at him.

Karl knocked his gun arm aside. Blobel's pistol fired, but the shot was way off. “No,” said Karl. “She outsmarted us. She’s won.” 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 had brought his Luger back up to point at her. 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 its holster. He looked at Jane and raised the gun turning it on Blobel. The Nazi’s face barely had time to register surprise when the bullet passed through his right eye, throwing his head back and knocking the heavy man backward over the railing. Patty screamed. “It looks like I’m going to need a new political adviser,” 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 green darker than the rest of his green skin and seemed to vibrate with power.  He smiled as the woman stood up among the herd of cows and strolled towards him. She to, had green skin. 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 off 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 knelt 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 visit you.” He held his cock up while Hathor straddled and took him inside her. She was wet and hot, the hottest pussy of all the goddesses he had serviced. Osiris squeezed her light green breasts as she rode him to many orgasms. Finally, the power inside his cock burst forth, filling her with his glowing green seed 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 breast 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 as well as her other two nipples. 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 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 with milk. Osiris turned away from the herd to stare at Jane. “Do it,” he ordered.

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 green stream billowing out as soon as it came into contact with the redhead. 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 an inch 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 in a foot-long stream from each nipple.

Something scraped across the roof behind Jane and she looked up watching as a ladder dragged over her head, dangling from the Graf Siegfried. 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 raised 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 zeppelin turned and carried them off.

Jane started crying again as she watched the two climbing the ladder towards the gondola where crewmen were waiting. They grew 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 forward 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.

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

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 the black-haired crotch just under the garter belt.

She knelt 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 to suck. 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 than a teaspoon, 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. “Perhaps I can speak to management about your traveling privileges,” he said.

“Merci.” Jane stood and raised an eyebrow as she stared at Jean. “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 dangling out of his trousers.

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. In a short amount of time, 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'd kept her sketchbook nearby and pulled it out, randomly flipping through the pictures. She sobbed and cried when the nude picture of Patty appeared, sleeping in her berth. She glanced up at Ganju's concerned eyes looking back at her 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 at the thought she’d return to normal. 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, smiling 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 in handling these Vril artifacts of power, father. 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 sixty 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 stronger-willed woman than Patty and she resisted the call, but her sleep was restless and filled with erotic dreams 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 long 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 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 headdress. 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 and fusing with it. There was no crack in the stone!

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 nipples 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 priestesses/prostitutes of Great Osiris. They were mostly Egyptian women dressed like Jane, but there were also, Hittites, Canaanites, Assyrians, and black-skinned women from Nubia.  All were lovely and all gazed in awe at the statue. Nearby the bald priests waited. Some had their large cocks out, erect and eagerly 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 its blessing. Behind her, the women knelt 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 and the other women 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, all thoughts of Patty's betrayal gone from her mind. “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-stinking dust cloud. Sperm filled her mouth, her throat reflexively gulping it down, and it was the best she'd ever tasted, the seed of a god. The second geyser of ejaculate forced 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 until the milk shot forth.

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.

I kept measurements in the story the U.S. Standard, though being British, Jane would have used the metric. A foot-long penis would be 30.5 cm.

Ch 1. We meet Lady Jane Stalwart. I recognize the resemblance to Lara Croft, but never had her in mind when creating Jane Stalwart. Jane is based more on Doc Savage with a dash of Indiana Jones. She has an eidetic/photographic memory which allows her to recall everything she's read and helped her master various skills along the way, including sword fighting and martial arts. She's also a little psychic having visions of the past and possible futures. Jane is 26, a fit athletic woman who enjoys getting her hands dirty. She has been traveling with her father since she was 13 and on her own since her father became ill when she was 18. Patty, her Lady's Maid (a female valet) is more ladylike, enjoying the finer things. She doesn't like getting dirty, but enjoys seeing the world. Patty is 21 and has been working for Jane since she was 17. Unbeknownst to Jane, Patty was recruited by Karl Jaeger during an earlier adventure to be a German spy.

Ch 2.  The myth of Osiris getting cut into pieces and being reassembled with his penis missing is real and the reason ancient Egyptians mummified their dead. Osiris' cock turning Isis into a wanton whore is pure fabrication. The Continental was an actual hotel in Cairo, popular in the 30s.

Ch 3.  The Khan el-Khalili marketplace (souk) is quite famous and still in use today. Patty's interest in the fleet in Alexandria harbor is so that she can report back to her Nazi masters.

Ch 4. All information presented about the Orient Express is as accurate as possible from researching it on Google. Orichalcum is the legendary metal of Atlantis according to Plato and has been mentioned in multiple ancient sources. In 2015, 39 ingots believed to be orichalcum were found in a shipwreck off the coast of Sicily. Warner Company had classified bra sizes only as A thru D at the time. Patty and Jane are DD with both growing to EE at the end of the story. The scene where she rattles off the scientific name for the deathstalker scorpion is a reflection of her eidetic memory and is my homage to a scene in “On Her Majesty's Secret Service” where James Bond reveals he knows everything about butterflies. The story of Isis and the Seven Scorpions is another actual myth. In Patty’s dream sequence with Osiris, he is usually depicted as having green skin (for rebirth) or black skin, reflecting the fertility of the Nile. I had his skin change color as he entered her.

Ch 5. All the food served on the Orient Express in the story was taken from an actual menu but from an earlier date (1890s). Odilo Blobel is a composite of two actual Nazis first and last names.

Ch 6. There's just a lot of sex in this chapter.

Ch 7. The Zande and the throwing weapon, the Kpinga, are real.  Takeda Ueshida, like Blobel is another composite of two names, the real inventor of Aikido and his instructor. Howard Carter is the man who discovered Tutankhamun's tomb.

Ch 8. The Tamahumara are a famous native American tribe famed for long-distance running.

Ch 9.  Lucien Lelong was a famous dressmaker of the period. Breck's Shampoo was new at the time as was packaged shampoo in general. The fencing masters are all real personages of the time.

Ch 10. The Egyptian myth of how the cows got their milk is nonsense. The journey to Paris did take about three days, but I couldn't find any actual timetables for the various stops. There were also three separate lines for the Orient Express.