Fighting With the Devil

Juan goes to church, because he sees the devil in his dreams.  He wakes up in the middle of the night with sweat streaming down his body.

“I don’t know why Satan don’t let go of me,” Juan wails on his hands and knees.  Father Mallory motions for him to get up.  “What do I do, Father?  Why does Satan keep on me?”  He sobs, grasping the priest’s leg.

Father Mallory clears his throat and desperately tries to free himself.  He also fights the erection that is steadily building beneath his ceremonial gown. The unholy bulge swells toward the heavens. A stained glass saint leers down at Father Mallory.

“Juan, get up!” Through gritted teeth, he sharply draws in a breath.  The twenty-year-old responds by crying louder. He hugs the priest’s leg even more tightly against his athletic, trembling body.

Father Mallory is now close to climaxing and breathes heavily.  His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head.  Anyone entering the rectory and seeing him in this state would assume he were possessed.  God, help me, he groaned.  Somehow, he’s able to bend down and yank a shoe off.  With his stocking foot, he pushes against Juan’s forehead.

“No, Father, don’t leave me!”  Juan screams in anguish and fright.  “Satan’s coming to get me.  Don’t you see?  He’s coming!”

“He’ll be coming all right, if you don’t let go of me, my boy.”  With all the strength his 65-year-old body could muster, the frantic priest finally extricates himself from the young man’s grasp.  Free at last, Father Mallory is awashed with feelings of both relief and disappointment.

I’ll say fifty…no, a hundred Hail Marys tonight, he silently vows, dropping to his knees and giving Juan an exorcism.



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27 Comments on Fighting With the Devil

  1. He gave Juan a what?! Fr. Mallory is at it again, I see. Saints preserve us, I’m enraptured by your devilish story, Rose.

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    • This type of story isn’t normally posted on SMM, but it both fascinates and repulses me how religions blame others for evil and sin. In many cases, the devil is very much at home within the walls of a church.

      Thanks for your comment, Og! I appreciate your visits. 🌹

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  2. I don’t want none of that holy water.

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  3. Love the many threads running through this. Hell girl, you’re going straight there.
    I’ll be right behind for reading and enjoying. Hell I’m laughing. ~~dru~~

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    • Lol! I’m happy the story made you laugh, Dru. 😀 It’s been said that God has a sense of humor — I mean look at who lives in the White House when he’s not golfing in FL! Thanks for accompanying me to hell should it come to that, but let’s hope for brighter things. 😊💞



  4. An excellent story Rose. Excellent.
    So many naughty things going on. ☺️

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  5. …An exorcism never felt so good!

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  6. The padre sounds like he made a devil of himself by having a devil of a time.

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  7. So many naughty things going on. Thanks for accompanying me to hell should it come to that, but let’s hope for brighter things.


  8. What a twist 🙂 Brilliant. I just pictured the scene in my mind. Including exorcism.

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