Lady Jane Stalwart and the Cock of
Osiris
Copyright 2016 by Stormbringer
Note: This story is my attempt at a
pulp style adventure story. It features a larger then life heroine
and her female Irish sidekick. It's a little different from my usual
stories, but it does contain 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.
Chapter One: In The Shadows of the
Pyramids
“The professor is this way,” said
Hassan. The words hissing through the gap in the Egyptian's yellowed
teeth.
“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 the charcoal over the
paper.
Patty, Jane's Lady's Maid, looked down
from the back of her camel. “Well drawn, Lady Jane,” she said.
Patricia O'Toole had been in her employ for five years now, her
constant companion and confidant. The lovely red head was pale and
sweaty. The young Irish woman did not do well in the heat and sun of
the Egyptian desert.
Jane Stalwart nodded her head satisfied
at her sketch of the sphinx. She'd already added a sketch of the
pyramids of Giza to her book and one of the crowded marketplace of
Cairo.
“Please Lady, the professor was most
urgent,” hissed Hassan again.
Lady Jane glanced with distaste at
their ugly 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. The two women were doubled up on the camel and Jane
took her place at the reins as Patty adjusted the umbrella to cover
both women in it's shade. Hassan's eyes flickered back and forth
between the two white woman, 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 making sure his eyes followed hers. She
almost wished the hideous little man would try something. Jane nodded
at him and Hassan urged his camel forwards.
Professor Al Arash stood in the
entryway of the white stone building he'd been excavating. He wore a
loose flowing white robe and a red fez. Egyptian workers carried
baskets of stone past him, dumping them nearby. He took off his hat
and wiped his sweaty head with the back of his hand as he waved at
the approaching camels. “I don't believe it,” yelled the famous
Egyptologist.
“Professor Arash,” greeted Jane,
skillfully sliding off her camel.
“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 at her father's former colleague fondly.
“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 tended to squeeze her breasts together making her already
ample cleavage even 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 seemed to prefer
a more buxom woman. Lady Jane was dressed for traveling in the heat
in riding trousers that even she admitted hugged her rather full rear
end a little too tightly. Her top was cut low and did reveal the tops
of her breasts. The girdle hugging her trim athletic waist showed off
her near perfect hour glass figure. Her long raven dark hair was
pulled back in a pony tail. “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 taking in the entirety of her face and figure. There was no lust
in his eyes, only appreciation for her beauty. “You're the spitting
image of your mother you know. A fine woman.”
“So I'm told,” replied Lady Jane.
Her mother, Giselle, had been a rather famous French singer that had
fallen madly in love with the dashing British Major John Stalwart
during the great war. Sadly, she had died when Jane was quite young.
Hassan tried to help Patty off the
camel, but she shrugged him off, falling on her rear end as she
stumbled. She did allow Hassan to help her to her feet after that.
Patty actually appeared more of a Lady then Jane did. Her 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 concealed under her lacy cocked hat.
Jane introduced Patty and Professor
Omar led them away from the excavation and towards his large tent.
Hassan held the camels, watching them with his beady eyes as they
walked away.
