melanieplayful THE DEVIL IN HELL 
 
 
   
 When I was a young girl of nineteen, in the late fifties, my mother left me alone in the house, for a week, while she went off to a neighbouring town to nurse a sick relative. My mother and I were a very poor family. My father died when I was only two years old. We had no television and few books. I never attended any school. My mother taught me at home. I was very naïve.  
 
A few hours after she had left, a strange man came knocking at the back door. He was dressed in what I thought was a cassock, but he explained that he was Brother John, in a brown habit, a friar not a priest and he was engaged in community work locally. He said he was making a social call and that he would call again the next day, if that was all right. 
 
I told him I was pleased to meet him and would be happy to see him. The following morning, at about half past eight I heard his knock on the back door. I had taken my bath but was not dressed. I wore only a thin dressing gown. I opened the kitchen door.  
“Come in,” I said, “and make yourself at home.”  
“Thank you,” he replied, sitting down heavily on a wooden kitchen chair.  
“What’s the matter? You seem to be in a rather agitated frame of mind.” 
“I am. I have this to contend with.”  
 
As he said these words he raised his habit to his chest, revealing the lower half of his body to me. I looked in amazement at it.  
“Whatever is it?” I exclaimed, “I’ve never seen anything like that before.” 
“It’s the devil,” he said. 
“I’m glad I don’t have a devil like that,” I replied 
“You have something much worse,” he murmured. 
“Do I? What’s that?” 
“You have hell, that’s what you have.” 
“Oh my goodness! I didn’t know that!” 
“Open your dressing gown and show me.” 
 
I did as he asked. His devil seemed to grow bigger and straighter than before. He took hold of my hand and put my middle finger against my hairy hell. He carefully slid his finger and mine into the hairy opening of my hell. As he did so I felt it become rather moist and after a few seconds, whilst he rubbed his finger against mine inside hell it was quite damp. 
 
“What can we do? Is there any cure for your devil and my hell?”  
“Oh yes,” he said, “of course there is. The best cure is to put the devil in hell.” 
“How?” 
“Stand over the devil and lower your hell on top of him.” 
 
I did as he requested and the devil began to enter hell. I must admit it was a bit painful at first but by lifting hell off the devil and gradually lowering hell on to him again the pain stopped.  
“Keep it going,” said Brother John, “up and down, nice and gently. See if you can get this devil really deep in hell.”  
 
I could feel the devil slipping and sliding against hell’s walls, which I guessed were quite wet and drowning the devil as he plunged further into hell. I smiled at Brother John. 
 
“I’m enjoying this,” I said. “I like putting the devil in hell.” 
“That’s where he belongs,” replied Brother John, “but make your movements a bit quicker. He deserves more punishment.”  
“I’ll punish him,” I said, raising hell’s opening so it just covered the devil’s head. I thrust hell down on him and repeated the process many times until Brother John reached some kind of climax. The walls of hell seemed to feel some kind of liquid squirt from the devil. 
 
“That’s done it. You can take hell away now,” explained  
Brother John. “He won’t be causing any more problems.” 
“I’m so glad I was able to help you. I really enjoyed putting that devil in hell. If ever you want to put him in there again do call round.” 
 
 
 
 Publication Date: September 22nd 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-melanieplayful.pen