Paul Gable: You_re in the navy now

"Lick it, baby! Yeah, get my meat, take it down your fuckin' hot throat! Suck me off… ohhhhh, yeah, suck it, bitch!"

Laurie wasn't sure if she liked this or not. Certainly this wasn't as bad as she thought, and it was with some reluctance that she felt her lips sliding back over the head as Jack pushed her away.

"Man, gonna cum down that throat if you keep suckin' me off," he gasped, his fingers digging into her shoulders. "We gotta make sure you pay for this little bit, baby. You've been movin' that ass around here, then suckin' my prick and teasing me."

"I… I don't understand," Laurie countered, tasting the jizz as it slipped down her throat and dribbled into her belly.

He crooked one finger, stepping back and turning the girl around until she found herself facing a long metal-stripping lathe.

"Bend over, baby, bend over and we're gonna have ourselves the time of our lives. And it won't be the last time either," Jack said, shoving her roughly up against the machine, holding her by the back of the neck while bending Laurie over the top of the lathe. She struggled, her knees banging against the steel legs while a tiny fart escaped from her asshole. What was he going to do to her next?

Laurie raised her head, shaking the long blonde hair from her eyes as she peered over her shoulder and tried to see what the naval officer was doing to her. 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.

"That's damned dirty, pissing on yourself that way. That's something else I've got to punish."

"Oh no, please sir, I'm only a Sea Scout. Please, don't…"

Laurie's voice trailed off, her mind filled with terrible images while Jack moved out of her field of vision. Still the screw turned methodically under her, chewing up the few strands of hair that remained in the machine. Laurie shuddered, watching the process until she heard the lieutenant's footsteps behind her. The sound of something cracking like a pistol shot behind her brought the girl around. Laurie jerked against the lathe, her arms tugging at the ropes restraining her wrists while her ankles pulled back at the hemp.

"What are you doing?"

She was too terrified to look around. But Jack spared her that trouble, moving back into her field of vision and holding a broad black leather strap in front of her. It was the one the flag carrier wore round his waist when he carded the colors around the drill deck during weekends. Now he held it like a weapon, his fingers caressing the hard shiny surface. Moving it to within an inch of her eyes, he doubled the belt, snapping it several times.

It was when he disappeared from her vision that Laurie worried most. She wriggled her ass, feeling her cuntal walls shrinking back altogether while her tits remained pillowed against the front of the lathe. The rumbling of the machine made her cuntlips ripple against one another. The feeling was far from unpleasant as the girl worked her ass back and forth.

Curling her toes, Laurie waited for something, anything. And when the room filled with the hissing sound, of the leather belt cutting through the air she tensed, her asscheeks bunching up against one another like two clenched fists.

"Owwwwww!"

The belt burned into her ass like a swatting red poker. Jerking, twitching upward, the girl let out a sharp cry of pain as abroad red mark rose from her white assflesh. Again Jack cocked his arm back, bringing the belt down in a broad arc and smacking her ass hard. This time he crossed the first mark, waking a broad X on her ass. Laurie sniveled and cried, shaking the tears from her eyes and dropping her head. She screamed, realizing that move nearly pushed her face into the whirring machine. She could only fight one thing. But here was a man beating her from behind while that awful machine threatened to mash her face and tits into a pulp if she let down her guard.

"Ooooffff!"

A third blow smacked around her left thigh, the beveled tip of the belt chewing into the rippling white flesh and making the girl jerk her asscheeks up. Jack struck again quickly, bring the belt down against her other thigh, then striking the weapon hotly over her right leg a second time. The blows rained down on the screaming teen one after the other, each one more powerful, more smackingly hot than the former.

Laurie screamed and jerked her body as much as she could, her arms pulling against the ropes so hard she thought she had broken some tiny bones in her wrists.

Jack brought the belt down right down into her asscrack. The leather weapon yanked her slitter out of shape. Laurie let out an earsplitting cry, her nipples mashing against the cold steel while her face twisted into a contorted mask of pain. He was jabbing three fingers up her asshole. Jack twisted them around and around, screwing them up into her protesting bowels until he was knuckle-deep in her ass. Hot spicy sensations rocketed from her violated shitter.

Laurie protested, bouncing her ass up and down, her knees rattling against the humming lathe while some of her hair came tumbling down and threatened to snag into the screw once more.

"Nice ass, real nice ass," Jack whispered, jabbing his fingers up into her slitter with one hand while looping the other arm around until his fingers were pinching her nipples.

Laurie squealed like a stuck pig as she felt her right nipple being crushed like a berry between his pinching fingers. Again the teen yammered, bouncing her ass up and down, feeling his fingers screwing deeper into her ass until the girl opened her mouth and let out a hissing sound. It was then he yanked out his hand, making the teen feel as if he'd pulled out a fistful of assguts. Laurie slumped against the lathe, her vision blurred with tears of shame and pain.

Jack was behind her now, humping his cock against her asscrack while pinching and rolling both nipples until the girl hummed in pain. Jack turned a dial to the right of the lathe, nearly shutting the machine down. Glancing through her glazed eyes, Laurie watched as the long shiny screw barely turned in front of her. Jack pulled out a long leather strap, securing it to one end of the screw, then pulling it around the girl's neck before dropping it into the machine. Slowly, the long screw began wrapping the strap around its width, drawing Laurie closer and closer to the machine. She struggled back, able to pull her head all the way up from the machine at this point. But slowly, surely, the lathe was drawing her face into the drilling section.