Father John loved the way her body reacted. Her ass moved up and down in pain, like it was fucking something underneath her, her tight ass muscles contracting each time a drop of hot wax hit the flesh, then relaxing before the next drop would hit. He heard her sobbing, her screams now muted, her throat hoarse. Yet he had just begun. He brushed the wax from her ass, the red wax falling to the floor.

When the hot wax stopped falling on her tender skin, Sally looked over to see Father John put the candle down on the table. Relieved that it was over, her back and ass still in pain from the lingering burns, she murmured, “Thank you Father,” hoping that he would let her off the altar now.

Instead, Father John picked up a black candle, one that would not burn as hotly as the other. He saw the look on her face as she realized that he had only just begun. “Yes, Sally, we aren’t finished yet, so much more flesh to cover. The Lord needs to hear your cries of pain to cleanse your soul of the evil.”

“Not there,” she cried out, clenching tightly as his hand pulled apart her ass cheeks. He slapped her ass hard, the stinging inflaming the burns he had already inflicted on her body.

“Relax your ass cheeks Sally or I will stick the candle up your bottom and let it burn down until it goes out. Would you like me to do that?” He felt her cheeks relax, resigned to the knowledge of where the wax would fall next, yet shuddering as she braced for the inevitable pain.

She flushed when his hand spread apart her ass cheeks, his fingers now only inches from her anus, the tiny pink hole so completely defenseless. The pain was even worse than she expected, the hot wax hit directly on her anus, black covering the tiny hole. She screamed, a gut wrenching scream. It felt like her anus was torn from her body, the pain shooting deep inside her.

Father John quickly brushed the wax from her anus, wanting to see the reaction of her tiny hole. He was not disappointed. The tiny opening pulsed in and out from the terrible pain, the pink hole now turning an angry red. “You should see how your hole opens and closes, Sally,” her moan of shame and pain electrifying. “Again,” turning the candle downward once more, the hot wax dripping off the candle again landing on her pulsating anus. It caught it just right, small amounts of wax entering her rectum, the burning pain now drawn into her body. He had to fight to keep her cheeks apart, her powerful ass cheeks trying to clench closed from the pain.

She felt Father John’s finger playing over her pain-racked anus, wiping the wax from her, but the fingertip became more insistent, slowly pushing into the pursed hole. She cried out as she was speared by his finger, the tip driving into her rectum, her sphincter clamping down, pressing, trying to expel it from her body.

“The Lord gave you a hot, tight bottom Sally. Soon you will have to share it with him, allowing his servant inside it,” he taunted her. He pulled his finger from her asshole, seeing the dark red hole slowly close as his finger left. His hands moved to her ankles, removing the leather straps from them, watching as her legs closed when she felt the release. He went to her wrists, doing the same, seeing the relief on her face as she believed he let her loose.

She reached back, pulling the robe down over her naked body, turning over as she did. Her relief turned to anguish as she felt Father John grab her wrist again, bringing it up high to the cross and securing it. “What are you doing now?”

“We’re not finished yet, Sally,” pulling her other wrist to the other side, her upper body again spread wide. “We must now work on the front side, Sally, you have so many places that the wax is going to visit.” He smiled, his cock hard as steel as he imagined the hot wax dropping between her spread pussy lips and on her exposed clit.

“Haven’t you punished me enough?” she cried out.

“The Lord wants you to suffer a little more, Sally. Then he will give you pleasure. Pleasure that you have never felt before. He wants me to masturbate you until you have a climax. The Lord wants you to realize the things that your body is capable of.”

“No, not that, please no, don’t do that to me.” She could not bear the humiliation. “I have never even done that before. Please! Not in front of you!”

He moved down to her legs, but not before pulling the zipper down her robe, letting the garment fall to the side. “The Lord will enjoy seeing your face as you climax for the first time. He has given me the honor of doing it. Now let’s open you up for the candle, Sally.” He grabbed one of her ankles and attached it to the cross. “Spread your legs for me,” pulling her leg over to the other side, looking up between her legs, sneaking a look at her eyes as he watched her pussy lips slowly spread open. He attached her other leg, her teenage body again spread eagle, her sex fully exposed to his eyes. He ran his large hand up her leg, moving up her inside thigh, gripping the tender flesh, rubbing up and down; enjoying her attempts to close her legs and the leather straps digging into her flesh.

Sally watched as he picked up a long white taper, the tip of it glowing hotly. He stood by her head, his fingers moving towards her mouth.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” his fingers already spreading apart her lips, looking for her tongue.

“MMMGG,” she cried out as his fingers grabbed her tongue, pulling it out of her mouth.

“Keep it there or I will have to take a whip to you to teach you to obey,” watching as her tongue hesitantly pushed out farther. He moved the candle over her face, turning it sideways so the flame burned the wax on the edge.

Her eyes stared at the drip of wax that slowly rolled down the side of the taper in slow motion, waiting for the inevitable pain that would follow. She could not believe that he would drip hot wax on her tongue and now feared where else he would do it, her sex spread open and vulnerable. The pain shot into her the second the wax hit it. Even the wetness of her tongue did nothing to dull it.

“Very good, Sally, now let’s move on down to your breasts.” He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, pushing, forcing the blood to her nipple. “The nipple is so very sensitive. The wax on it will make you suffer.”

All Sally could do was wait and shudder in fear as he prepared her breast for the hot wax, his fingers making sure her nipple was a hard and easy target. She did not have to wait long, the hot wax burning her nipple and dark areola as she let out a piercing scream. The pain was incredible, Sally sobbed and sobbed. She barely had time to recover before he moved over to the other breast—but not before he left a trail of hot wax and pain on her chest. She screamed again as her other nipple was roasted from the wax, her chest heaving up and down, her breasts bouncing.

Father John loved her reactions as she jerked around on the altar and he continued to run the hot wax all over her flesh. After her breasts grew accustomed to the hot wax, he slowly moved down her stomach toward the V of body. He took pleasure in her desperate attempt to close her legs, wrenching on the leather straps, as the candle moved closer and closer to her naked sex. “Yes, Sally, it will be there soon. You will feel the fire of God touching your sex. It will teach you a good lesson.”

She squirmed as he teased her, the painful, hot wax running up and down her sensitive inner thighs, always close to her sex, but never touching it—yet. She moaned and jerked about, the pain overcoming her senses, Father John not even giving her a chance to catch a breath before another blob of hot wax would hit a new, tender spot. He brushed the dried wax from her body each time, preparing her for more. Then she saw the look in his eyes and knew the time had come. He was readying her, spreading her sex open to spill the hot wax into the most intimate part of her body. It was bad enough when he burned her anus, the tiny hole still burning. She pleaded with him to no avail.

His fingers gently pried her pussy lips apart, the pink flesh of her inner lips slightly wet. He felt her tremble, knowing the pain she had felt before would be nothing like what she would feel now. He moved the candle over her split pussy, turning it sideways, his eyes wide with excitement as the first drop of wax slowly slid down the long candle. It seemed to hang for seconds before it fell, four sets of eyes on it as it landed with a thud directly between her lips with a splat on her inner flesh. Her hips shot up in pain, her legs pulling on the leather straps, her fists clenched as the pain shot to her brain.

A long, agonizing cry tore through the room as the hot wax burned her sex. It felt like a red-hot poker pushed between her legs, unable to brush the wax aside, her body’s only alternative to wait for it to cool by itself. She looked in his eyes for any kind of sympathy seeing only a smirk on his face as he turned the candle again, but not before moving his fingers down her sex, her vagina now spread open, waiting for the next burning pain.

Father John turned the candle more, wanting it to fall faster, his cock needing relief soon. He saw the drop fall, a huge glob of molten wax that covered almost all of her small vagina, the opening clenching tight as the flesh reacted to the painful burning. She screamed louder, her body bouncing up and down. He immediately let another drop fall, hitting just to the right of the first, her screams almost constant now. He did not think she could take much more; the pain would certainly overcome her. But he had one more place. One more place that he wanted the hot wax to visit.

His fingers pulled back the hood and Sally felt the cool air of the cellar on her exposed clit. She knew how sensitive it was, knew the pain would be excruciating, hoped she would pass into unconsciousness. She watched in pure fear as the drop of wax fell in slow motion. The wax hit her bud, pressure building as it molded over her clit. And then the pain came. The terrible, piercing pain that shot from her clit, up her spine into her brain. She screamed like she had never screamed before. It felt like he ripped her clit off with a pair of pliers. She bucked like a horse, her arms almost yanked from the sockets as she fought to escape the cruel pain. But she was secured, held tightly and spread, her body vulnerable to all the evil that Father John could do to her in the name of the Lord.