Lady Jane Stalwart and the Cock of Osiris Ch5

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 in the zeppelin's name on the front of the dirigible.

Jane took her attention off the Germans and flipped her sketchbook back one page. Patty's nude body stretched out on the bed of the cabin. She was sleeping peacefully, one knee slightly cocked. A sheet covered her crotch, but her breasts were exposed. Jane had spread the sleeping woman's luxurious red hair out on the pillow, fanning it out around her head. She quickly sketched her friend and now lover, wishing she had a set of colored pencils with her to capture the red of Patricia's hair and the pink of her nipples.

Jane was putting the sketchbook away when Patty woke. The Irish Catholic would have been scandalized by the nude sketch of her, but as it turned out, the young woman was even more horrified by the events of the previous night. They had committed a mortal sin together. “Many cultures throughout history have allowed and even promoted homosexual behavior,” she told Patty. “Not my culture and not my god,” said 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 decided to stroll around Budapest for awhile.

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 of the windows. Two men left the airship and headed toward the luxury car once it had been attached. The distance was too far for details, but there was something familiar about the baring of the taller man. The second man wore a black uniform with a Nazi flag armband. He was shorter and more portly then the bigger man.

The two entered the train car followed by several uniformed crew members of the zeppelin carrying their luggage. The crew members quickly returned to the Graf Siegfried whose 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 as the giant airship once again 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 still praying when Jane returned to the room. She looked up when she heard the door slam. “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 quite enjoyable. I've always felt close to you, but now I feel even closer.”

Patty gasped, “But it's a sin!”

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

Patty's face grew flushed even as her nipples visibly turned hard underneath her dress. “I'm not some saphist poofter, Lady Stalwart.”

Jane looked sad as she gazed at her friend. “I'm afraid you might be just that Miss O'Toole. I fear the COCK's effects may be permanent. I still like men, but at the same time I want to take you in my arms and kiss you again. Judging by your body's reactions, you feel it also.”

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

“Very well,” said Jane. “Perhaps I'm wrong and the effects will diminish over time. The 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 took a seat with her back to a window while Patty sat across from her. Patty ordered the grilled turbot with white wine and butter sauce. Lady Jane had ordered a pogacsa from a street vendor in Budapest and wasn't quite hungry yet. She requested that the waiter bring her a couple slices of bread and a whole cucumber so that she could make cucumber sandwiches later in their room. She ordered a glass of Merlot and casually sipped it. Patty always deferred to her 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 was sipping her wine. He attracted the attention of all the other diners, most openly gawking at him. He was dressed in a white robe with gold trim that formed a V down his bare chest displaying his musculature. He was big, hulking was a better word. He had a long pointy ancient Egyptian style beard and wore dark eyeliner. The man was also shaved bald including his eyebrows. Most of the crowd had never seen anyone so exotic and continued to rudely stare at the black giant. Most of the crowd had never dined with a negro before either. He took a seat alone, ordered something from the waiter, and turned his head to stare directly at Jane. His lips curled up, exposing white teeth as he smiled 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 red head.

“I think it's time I met our foe,” 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 cabin 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.

“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 and 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 it's contents. “No thank you, Major.” She smiled and nodded before turning around.

“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 placing of the Nazi car. Typically, the last car was a baggage car. But that didn't matter now, the black priest was still waiting for her.

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

“Aket, I presume,” she said, pulling a chair out and joining him. There was some 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. It's 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 stared at her, surprised by her lack of a reaction.

“I've eaten a few bugs in my day,” she calmly replied, shrugging. “Now lets get down to business, Aket. 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!

Jane jerked under his grasp as the insight came to her. Jane sat on her throne beside her husband's. She wore a white Egyptian robe with gold trim that circled under her breasts leaving them exposed. A pharaoh's headdress 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 and 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 wife, 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 down 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 then most. An old Romany woman had once told Jane, that she possessed the gift, but Jane refused to call them visions, preferring insights. 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 her room. They'd need to hunker down, defend the COCK. Maybe even get off the train in the next stop. Aket was more dangerous then she'd thought. Jane resolved to keep her Enfield close at hand from this point on.

She entered the first baggage car, turning sideways to let an elderly couple pass. She heard the old lady 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. 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. Someone had forced her door!

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

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

Lady Jane Stalwart and the Cock of Osiris Ch4

(Not a final edit)

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 professor's murder being so fresh in her mind. When she opened her eyes again, she'd feel totally refreshed as if she'd gotten a full nights sleep.

Patty slid up out of the water and let the hot steam embrace her nude body before reaching for a comb and going to work getting the tangles out of her luscious red hair. The young Irish Catholic once found it scandalous being nude with her mistress, but had grown used to it over the years as their sisterly affection for each other continued to grow. “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, but Jane had rented it out just for the two of them.

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

Patty stepped out of the pool, her naked body dripping 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 turning her attention back to the box. Patty found herself thinking about the COCK often, ever since Omar had first shown it to them. Jane had checked on it once in the plane and Patty had stared at it every second it was exposed. Now she quietly opened the box and took the COCK OF OSIRIS in her hand.

It's so big and thick she thought over and over. Patty's own nipples were extending 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. The COCK was so lifelike, it even had a hole where the urethra would be. So big, so thick, she thought. What would something that big 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 involuntarily started blushing 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 strolled over towards a towel, leaving a trail of water behind her.

“Do you think there's any men this big?” Patty asked returning the COCK to it's 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 bad 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 a bit more ladylike for boarding the train West. “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 adventures for each of their adventures seemed to send Jane into the arms of male lover. Not that she was indecent, there was attraction and love involved with many of her men. The problem was their attitudes after becoming lovers. Each and every man expected her to settle down with them, get married, and raise children and Jane was not ready for that. Patty came to understand her behavior after awhile and soon she loosened up 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 strapped to her thigh a little hard 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 which catered to rail travelers. The train's dining car wouldn't be attached until after 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 porter showing them to their cabin. 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 some 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 10:00pm, the train left the station heading towards Paris and the women changed into their night clothes. Jane climbed onto the top bed while Patty laid 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 hard and she felt damp between her legs. She wanted to see it again, to hold it, to feel it's touch on her body. She suddenly grew afraid. She couldn't move and felt a great weight on her chest. Above her, Jane was snoring. 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 the one 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 shoulder. Warner company classified her breast cups as a D, but even their top sized brassiere seemed to strain containing her white bosom. Patty dropped the bra before bending to slide her short bloomers down off her rear end until she stood naked before the bag. She kneeled 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 filled the room with a subtle glow. She grabbed the shaft, so big 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!”

“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, her 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 even as a cloud of white dust erupted from the tip of the cock. She coughed as the dust filled the room. Jane waved her hand in front of her face. Patty was coughing and doing the same. “It smells,” said Jane crinkling her nose. “It smells like SEMEN!”

“Jane,” whispered Patty.

Jane took a step towards Patty looking at her friend in concern. Patty was flushed, her breasts heaving and staring strangely at Jane. Jane glanced down 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 her normally pink areola were crimson and puffed out from her breast. Her clitoris was so engorged, Jane could see it sticking out underneath her wisps of red pubes. As Jane stared, drops of Patty's arousal began dripping from her clit to the floor. Jane knew her friend was pretty, stunningly beautiful even, but had never realized how physically attractive and sexy Patty was. Jane felt fluid dripping from her own swollen clit. “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 then either woman had ever kissed a man. Jane moaned as her tongue danced around her friend's tongue. Patty tasted delicious!

Jane's breasts had been 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 waves of pleasure 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 buttock cheeks. She still held the COCK in her hand and Jane could feel the hard shaft pushing into her skin.

The normally demure and submissive Patricia O'toole, 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 one of Jane's inch long nubs between her lips. Lady Jane Stalwart gasped in pleasure as more ripples of pleasure 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 half licked her way over to Jane's other breast and awaiting 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 heaving belly. She kissed Jane's navel and wiggled the tip of her tongue inside it 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 bellybutton to the top of her black haired pubic mound. The wet tongue slid around the top and down the sides of 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 the pangs of another growing as Patty's tongue wiggled it's 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 the huge bulbous end of the COCK OF OSIRIS! Patty rapidly flicked her tongue over clit as she worked the COCK in deeper. Jane's vaginal muscles clamped down around the COCK and she came again, hard 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 it's 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 even as 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, but the two women had secured the door. The handle quit turning. There was a dull thud just outside the gap underneath the door and 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 released the base of the COCK and moved her hand down to the broken end, 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 even 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 unclenched and pushed outward until the heavy stone cock fell to the bed between Patty's legs, the head pointing towards it's next moist home

Jane kissed down Patty's neck, her warm lips finding 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 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 good it felt. But it was wrong and Patty lowered her hips, sliding Jane's tongue between the folds of her pussy and upwards. It was Patty's turn to cry out in orgasm as Jane quickly sucked her clit between her mouths. 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 until Patty came again.

Jane raised her head, her mouth and chin soaking from Patty's powerful orgasms. She gazed up Patty's undulating belly and her 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 so fully penetrated by the thick shaft. Jane bent and kissed the nub of her pussy while pushing the cock in deeper working it slowly in and out so that the less experienced maid could grow accustomed to the huge shaft. Patty suddenly whimpered and cried, tears actually 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 of the bed and kneeled 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 dance again while Jane did the same thing Patty had done to her and pushed against the base of the COCK until the entire shaft entered Patty, plugging her up like a cork. Patty mewled even as she kissed her mistress. Her body tensed up, feet pushing her hips up off the bed. Jane slid her hand up the trembling woman, found her nipple and pinched.

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

Jane wiped the back of her hand across her chin. Her friend was quite the squirter. She walked on her knees over to the COCK, reaching down for it. Her hand paused inches from the artifact. Two punchers stuck out from under the stone shaft, followed by legs. 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 had climbed the large slope of Patty 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. It claws snapped upwards unable to reach Jane's fingers.

“JESUS WEPT!” cried Patty, staring at the angry arachnid. “Where the hell 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. It's 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 head of the COCK.

“Merde!” cursed Jane in French. She looked up at Patty in alarm. “Get off the bed now.” Patty just nodded and sat up. Her feet going 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, a tremble in her voice.

“Someone is trying to kill us and my guess is that 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 it's hard exoskeleton crunch beneath her foot. She brought her foot down hard on her ruined slip when she saw movement beneath it and was rewarded by another crunch. She watched in alarm as the last twoscorpions 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 her 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 and 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 out into the corridor. She looked both ways down the hall, but it was empty. She shut the door, locking it again, and turning the lamp up before returning to Patty. “Shut up,” she told her friend, kneeling before the bed. Patty quit reciting the lords prayer and watched Lady Jane lift her delicate foot in her hand. Blood flowed from her big toe, from a gash and not a sting. “You'll live. It only pinched you.” Jane bent down and kissed the slide on 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 any more?” 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 had stopped flowing. “It seems our villain has a flare for the dramatic. There's a myth in Egyptian mythology of Isis traveling with seven scorpions. A wealthy noblewoman slammed her door on them, angrying the scorpions who prepared to sting her while 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 had been rude to them. She was so grateful, she offered all her worldly goods to Isis and the 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 eating her to another orgasm.

Lady Jane Stalwart and the Cock of Osiris Ch3

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 the 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 few tangles to unsnarl. “All clean then,” said Patty, looking on 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 up off her shoulders while Jane ran to soapy sponge down her back and over the outward curve of her buttocks. Their relationship hadn't started out this intimate, with mistress washing servant, but as their friendship grew, they become more like sisters then Lady and Lady's Maid. Of course, Jane Stalwart had no compunctions against getting down and dirty. She preferred doing everything herself and hadn't even wanted a Lady's Maid except that her father had insisted upon it.

There was a loud knock on the door.

“Yes,” called Jane.

“A Professor Al Arash is waiting your pleasure in the dining room, Miss Stalwart,” came the voice of the porter through the door.

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

“Very good madam,” he replied.

The women dressed themselves. Jane dressed to travel in black trousers and boots. She wore a white front buttoned blouse, a little low cut for conservative Egypt. Gaps between the buttons gave 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 sinful and wore a lacy green dress and hat that flattered her red hair and pale complexion. She included her umbrella. Oddly, the servant's clothing was usually more expensive then her employer's which Jane always found amusing and many people she met assumed Patty was Lady Stalwart. Their bags were already packed and the hotel would see them delivered to the air field.

“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 a “tin goose” to Istanbul, but the only flight leaves in two hours.”

“Thank you Omar,” said Jane. There was some bread and jam already 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.”

“I'll have the same, but no tomatoes,” added Patty.

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 all over 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 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 air field through the Khan el-Khalili. It would be good to stretch our legs before the flight,” said Jane, standing up from the table. “And you know Patty, that those vases are just knock offs for the tourists.”

“Aye, but me da and ma don't know that,” said Patty with a smile. “I'm the only O'Toole to leave Ireland that wasn't fighting in some war for the empire.”

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

“Yes, Of course,” replied Omar. He picked up a bag which held the COCK of Osiris in it's box. He clutched the bag to his chest. “I think I'll accompany you to the air field. 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, sadly. “But it needs to get out of Egypt.”

The three exited the Grand Continental. Patty opened her umbrella as soon as they left the shadow of the awning. It was a short walk to the souk, Cairo's fabled 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, haggling the seller down to half his asking price. Satisfied, she turned to leave the vendor when a collective gasp rose from voices in the crowded market.

A man had appeared at one end of the market. The man was a figure from the time of 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 negro. His face was hidden behind a Set mask. Unlike the other gods, the head of Set 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 took in dark robed figures working their way around the edges of the crowd trying to surround them. The men wore turbans and had most of their faces covered. Each held drawn Khopesh sickle-swords 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 just absentmindedly handed Jane her umbrella. Jane lowered the canopy and reversed the umbrella so that the hook end was sticking 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 before he found out I'd discovered it. How did he find out?”

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 Khopesh also in his hand. The short man grinned evilly at the group.

“HASSAN!” hissed the professor.

“Follow me,” said Jane Stalwart calmly. She turned and started running past some market stalls when the first cultist was upon them. He ignored her and went for the professor stabbing forwards with his Khopesh and gazing at Jane with disbelief when she used the umbrella to parry his sword. His eyes grew even wider when she grabbed his wrist and flipped him over, while reversing the umbrella in her hand and bringing the heavy wooden hilt 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 hook of the umbrella 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 in 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 anyone who got in his way aside. Jane turned around and yelled for Omar and Patty to hurry. A cultist had caught up with them. The professor was gallantly shielding Patty behind him using his bag to block the thrusts of the cultist's sword. Another thrust and the sword seemed to stick in the bag, caught in the priceless ancient box containing the COCK. He tugged hard and just as his sword came free, the hook of the umbrella came around his neck and Jane roughly yanked him backward, kicking him in the head as he came down.

But just as Jane was about to run on, she was yanked backwards as her ponytail was grabbed and pulled hard. Instead of going down, Jane went with it, and rolled backwards coming quickly to her feet just as Aket bent down to pick up the fallen cultist's sword. He stood and the two faced each other. She could see his eyes behind the mask. They stared intently at her. She watched as they narrowed almost like a vipers, and quickly the umbrella came up to parry the first thrust of his sword and the second. The metal of the spine on the umbrella held well, but the cloth was soon in tatters. Still, the blows Aket was raining down on her were so powerful, the umbrella began to bend. His was brute strength over skill, but brute strength might just be enough for the powerful black Egyptian.

Jane was a skilled fencer, but the umbrella wasn't a rapier and when she did take 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 forwards. Jane watched in horror as he raised the sword and brought it down even as her momentum carried her withing reach of the steel blade. She bent backward, pulling the umbrella free of his grasp even as the curved blade tore down through the buttons on her blouse and slicing the girdle beneath.

Jane's huge bosom burst free, jiggling in the bright Egyptian sun. Her nipples were hard with the excitement of the fight and her breasts glistened with sweat in the light. She stared down at them momentarily, shaking her head, “Every time,” she muttered.

Aket had paused, sword raised above his head to come down in another powerful blow, one that might have cleaved her skull in two. He was frozen, the dark eyes beneath the mask staring in amazement at her bare breasts. Jane reversed the umbrella again and swung up hard with the sold wooden handle. Aket's mask shattered. The aardvark nose crumbled into pieces and the rest of the mask cracked. He stumbled backwards, shaking his head, trying to come to his senses, but instead he fell backwards and hit the ground so hard 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 sight normally seen in the souk. Another cultist had caught up with the professor and Patty. He was raising his sword for a strike when the hook of the umbrella caught his wrist and spun him around. Just as Aket had, the cultist froze in surprise to see her bared breasts. He was even more surprised when her fist smashed through the bridge of his nose.

“Lost your top again,” stated Patty.

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

By the time they arrived near the air field, Jane had unraveled the turban and managed to cover her breasts with it after borrowing a hair pin from Patty. It was still unseemly, the material barely covered her breasts and left her entire belly exposed. Still, it would have to do because their plane was on the runway, props spinning and they were 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,” replied Jane 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, the bag containing the COCK between them, Jane's hand went into her bag and came up with the pistol. Hassan's grin turned into a look of terror and the little man threw himself to the ground just as she got off three shots.

“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, she grabbed the bag and ran for the plane.

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

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

The pilot grinned at her and winked, his eyes sweeping her body and Patty's as well. He turned back around and pushed forwards on the throttle. “I suggest we listen to the lady,” he told the copilot motioning 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 angrily waving their swords as the plane gained speed and was soon airborne.

It followed the Nile North to Alexandria. The plane flew over the harbor and the Royal navy's Mediterranean fleet recently relocated here from Malta. Jane saluted the ships of her countrymen as the tin goose aimed itself towards Turkey.