He had bent her over the lathe, having roped her wrists to either of the legs stretched in front of her. Laurie felt her flat tummy pressing against the cold steel of the top of the instrument while her face was only inches from the now-quiet long screw of the machine. He was roping something around her ankles now, cinching the quarter-inch line expertly around the lathe, then around her feet until Laurie felt her toes bumping up against the machine.

She twisted her body up, feeling the rope cutting into her ankles as the cold steel began to make her flesh ache. Stepping back, Jack flipped a small black switch on the side of the machine. Immediately the lathe rumbled on, the screw turning around rhythmically inches from the girl's face.

Laurie screamed, jerking her head up as far from the turning screw as she could, feeling the resulting pulling pain in her neck. She could smell the oil while, the horrid screw pulled up metal shavings from a job done earlier that day.

Strands of her long hair caught in the twisting screw, pulling her face closer and closer to the killing machine. Desperately, wildly the girl pulled away, tearing strands of hair from her scalp while her cheeks and nose were only inches from the awful screw.

Laurie shrieked again while Jack laughed, her muscles cramping and bulging against her sweaty flesh as the lathe turned faster and faster. She pictures herself disfigured, torn by the awful machine while her cunt rubbed up and down against the front of the lathe. Her asscheeks jiggled against one another while her knees banged against the front plating until they were black and blue.

Jack reached down and grabbed the trapped strands, yanking them free of the machine and twisting her hair back into a bun to keep more from catching in the screw. Laurie sighed with relief, realizing only now that she had pissed down her thighs in her terror. Jack saw the slick streams and grinned, slapping the teen on the ass with the flat of his hand while clucking his tongue against his cheeks.