Lady Jane Stalwart and the Cock of Osiris Ch6

Chapter 6: An Old Friend!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That was amazing,” gasped Patty into the bed spread.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“GOTT VERDAMMTE! CUMMING!”

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

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

“How come you never made a move?”

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

“I didn't know you had a daughter.”

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

“It sounds nice.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I feel you just fine,” she told him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.