Soggy Sheila

          Sheila was tired. She had been through a terrible day.
      Her husband was a pig. How she wished she could leave him
      and his snob family. But, she loved the status and luxury of her
      up scale life. It was a fair bargain to live with this sweaty pig.

            Sheila soaked in the whirlpool tub in her red dinner dress.
      She liked the jets against her black nylons. She plunged her face
      under the water and held her breath. How long could she hold it?
      Sheila rose slowly up and spit a stream onto her cleavage.
      Her hair stuck to her face.

            "Whah? You trying to drown yourself?" her bloated husband
      bellowed and laughed as he pissed into the toilet.
      "Can't I have some me time?" Sheila asked timidly. Her husband
      was a violent man. He turned and pissed on her black hair.
      Sheila looked down at the jets bubbles against her nylon thighs
      and rubbed her crotch frantically.

            "Yeah! You know you like it." her husband cursed and pulled her up
      by her long black hair. "Please. Just stop." Sheila cried ..
      She held one of her heels in her right hand and struck the heel into his
      temple. He fell backwards onto the red and white checkered tile floor.
      Sheila dropped her shoe and trembled. She put her hands on her face
      and garbled a scream. Climbing out of the tub was difficult, she felt
      spasm of terror run through her. She slid over to him, dragging herself
      to the lump of meat that was her husband.

            "Are you okaaay?" Sheila asked, running her fingers over his lips.
      He laughed aloud and punched her in the stomach. She slumped over his
      pot belly. He dragged her by the bra strap over to the toilet
      and pushed her face in. Sheila held her breath and prayed as he pulled her
      up with a hideous laugh and tore at her panties. She was limp.
      Her legs slid about the floor in a weak attempt to flee as he penetrated her
      with his pudgy cock.

            "I'll make a princess out of you!" he sneered. Sheila looked up and
      tried to smile. She was only a commoner before she married into the
      Royal family. This savage would be King, when his mother died.
      "God is guiding me!" he shouted as he thrust his pudgy cock into her
      again. Sheila was on her knees with her butt pressed against the toilet
      bowl. She tugged gently on the Prince's balls and stroked his cock. His tip
      rested on her tongue. "This is brilliant!" he exclaimed and came in her mouth
      and then withdrew and came again over her face.

            "Thank you my Lord." Sheila said in a small voice and took off her
      remaining shoe. It slipped onto the bathroom floor. Her soggy soaked
      nylons left a wet foot print on the rug in the hallway.  Her husband
      grabbed her from behind and entered her, tossing her forward onto the carpeted
      steps. "Oh! My God your crushing me!" Sheila pleaded and struggled to
      push herself up, but his weight was too much for her. The Prince rammed
      his royal cock up her ass, holding onto her wet nylon thighs like a wish bone.
      Sheila felt a rib crack.

            "William!" It was his mother. The Prince turned quickly about.
        "We are appalled! This is not becoming of a Prince!" her voice held his
        attention. Sheila struggled to stand beside him. "We were playing." she said
        gasping with a hand over her sore rib. "Indeed! You must not corrupt my son
        with your common bestiality. This is my palace! You will behave!" The Queen
        ordered William to his room and a Doctor was called for Sheila.
        She could say nothing to the medic. She could never break her vows to her
        husband and the Crown.+


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                                    *A Crisis of Conscious*


            The sweet aroma of the marigolds ... lead Sheila from her bed
      into the Royal gardens. The emerald grass was soft and moist between
      her petite slender white feet. A gentle summer's night breeze aired her
      night gown. Sheila held a marigold blossom to her face and inhaled its
      fragrance. How noble were the martyrs to cast themselves into the fire
      before their executioners could put them to death. Sheila remember in the
      poison of the marigold petals. She could eat a few petals and die peacefully.

            "Dost thou test the fires of Hell?" a voice hissed. Sheila looked about
      her lower lip trembling. "I-ah. Who is there?" The tears flowed down her
      gentle face. A long serpent swung down from the branches above.
      "I." the creature hissed. The serpents forked tongue flicked out inches from
      her ruby lips. "Mother of God! Am I insane?" Sheila put both her hands on her
      face in horror. "Do not be afraid. I am the giver of knowledge and freedom."
      the serpents words echoed in her head as it swayed before her.

            "Is it courage to flee from a fight? You are with child. Will thou abandon
      your unborn to oblivion?" The serpent swayed hypnotically before her.
      Sheila swayed in rhythm. "You are of Royal blood. The blood of kings
      flows in your child now. You must defend your throne." Every word of the
      snake rang in her head. She took the marigold petals and clenched them
      in her small fist. "I will fight!" her voice was stronger than she had ever been.
      Sheila walked slowly back to her bed and placed the marigold petals under
      her pillow and slept...


      Reflections: The God of armies (Isa. iii, 1; Osee xii, 5; Amos v. 14) often
                        sends war as a chastisement for men's sin (Lev. xxvi. 24;
                        Duet. xxvii, 40; Jos. xvii, 13; Jer. v. 14).


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                        *How wretched the vow of obedience can be*


            Sheila was of base born. She was raised in an orphanage:
      The Sisters of Mary Magdalen. She had caught Prince William's eye,
      while cleaning his apartment. He had many throughout the world.
      It had been a fairy tale romance. But, all dreams must end.
      Her swine of a husband had passed out beside her in their bed.
      He was piss drunk and had soiled the sheets. Sheila moved to another
      bedroom in the palace. She brought her marigold petals with her and
      placed them under her pillow. Her rest was not long. The senile King
      walked up to her bed and sucked his thumb. Sheila sighed, "Is Charley
      looking for mommy?" The King nodded yes.

            The King suffered from generations of inbreeding and was befuddled.
      Sheila offered her bed to him and serviced his sexual mania. It seemed
      a small offense compared to the violence she suffered from her husband.
      Charley suckled on her round firm breasts. "I want to find mommy." he
      whispered, gazing blankly into her green eyes. Sheila buttoned up the
      King's pajamas and took him by the hand to the Queen's wing of the vast
      palace. They were met by a butler and security guards. "Thank you. We
      weren't certain where to look for him." the butler stated with a ceremonial bow.
      "He doesn't have trouble finding me." Sheila smiled and handed over the
      King to the butler. The butler bowed again to the Princes and took his charge
      down the long hallway to the Queen's rooms.

            "How strange the court is. It makes me a wife and courtisane.
      I wonder if I should be a murderess too?" Sheila pondered as she walked
      back to her private room. She could not bring herself to break her wifely
      vow of obedience. It seemed an offense against God, who binds all marriages.
      Sheila sat in the kitchen and read her favorite book Paradise Lost.
      "We all fall short of the glory of God. Every little slight every minor sin is listed
      and never forgotten." she said aloud. Raising up a bowl of pasta sauce, she
      slowly poured the contents over her head. The thick pasta cover her nakedness.
      "I am food for Kings and Gods." she spat as she poured mashed potatoes
      with gravy across her chess. The viscous substance collected in the crotch
      of her crossed legs. Sheila took a spoon and ate off her body.
      "This is my body and my feast." she stated calmly as she poured more
      gravy over herself.


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