Jane Stalwart and the Cock of Osiris (revised and illustrated)

 Jane Stalwart and the Cock of Osiris

Copyright 2016 by Stormbringer

Revised 2023 w/ ai art by Stormbringer

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.

 

Chapter One: In the Shadow of the Pyramids

1936

“This way,” said Hassan. The words hissed through 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. “Ancient, early fifth dynasty, that's Osiris and that would be...”

“Is she holding a phallus?” injected 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 shining in Patty's green eyes. 

“May I?” asked Jane, her own blue eyes turning green for a moment as she reached 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 flashes of insight. 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 down 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. Her fears were confirmed.

“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 infatuated with 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 godly seed. Then Set cut Osiris to pieces and hid them throughout the world. Isis turned insane 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 even Set. 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. Any 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 examining 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 as soon as possible. There are certain forces that 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 out this intimate, with mistress washing 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 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 that 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. There was some bread and jam 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 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 her own adventures.

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

“Actually, 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 me 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 wooden 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 backwards, 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’s, 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, 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 forwards, 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. This might have cleaved her skull in two. He was 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 up.

 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 totally 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 own 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 own 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 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 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.” 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.

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 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.

Patty woke up around midnight. She'd been dreaming of 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 own 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 and 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 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 back to strike. The tail shot forwards just as Jane grabbed it just under the 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 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 committed mortal sins together.

“Many cultures throughout history have allowed and even promoted homosexual behavior,” she 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 own 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