female person who go on videos wearing only lean thong-backed leotards are asking for it.

The smelly little slapper who performed in the cry on Me video, for example, wearing nothing but a skintight blacken lycra suit which shows off her tits and has only a lean strip on the front to hide her feminine lips and an even thinner flight strip at the backrest that goes up the wisecrack of her dainty, round, pert bum-cheeks.

She pumps her hips and dances like a little spanker. Her legs are all naked and quiet and glistening like she 's all sweaty from her filthy little body-twitches. It is faulty for a female to be so sexually provocative. She must be corrected.

After she 's finished doing her filthy small act, she is abducted from her changing room, still wearing her slutty little suit. It is very easy for an Xenomorph to snatch a female person. Tentacle goes around the neck until she is calm. She is given a particular goop up her bumhole. The slime works upon her weak little female mastermind. The ooze makes her obey. She comes willingly with her new Master.

She is taken to a special sanctum where her new skipper can give her special discussion to make her behave correctly.

She is left in her getup, she is put in a piddling cellular phone of slime and leather padding. She sits and she stinks in the hot foul chamber for several days.

Then she is brought to her master. She has been sat in her hot, moist cubicle for days. She has not washed. Her body stinks. She is strapped into an ornate ceremonial leather seat. The leather is dampish upon her naked cheeks. The leather malodor. The master makes her watch what will happen to her in exquisite, cruddy detail. She is made to sleep together what must happen to her body and her Einstein for her impure and wrong behaviour. For hr she sits in her smelly seat, she is made to ascertain again, again, again. At first she screams, and screech as she watches the treatment she will be given. She begs to be set liberal. She pleads to be set free. She promises to repent if she is set free. She promises to be saturated if she is set barren. She promises blowjobs if she is set relinquish. But her schoolmaster listens not. She babbles and she begs. But the superior does nought but stroke his twitching hard-on, for he knows the filthy-brained fiddling bitch shall soon be purified.

Then the smooth, pert piddling slut is put back in her prison cell. She sits and she stinks in the moist slime for to a greater extent days. She is fishy between the front of the pelvis, and smelly with B.O at the back of the hips, and her loaded pink niggling bumhole still stinks from the obedient-slime still upon it and she 's smelly in the armpits and in the cleavage of her pert, perky bosom. That slutty short suit she wore in the TV as if she could get away with being a slutty fiddling bitch is damp off her pert, moist girly-bod, it stinks like fish at the front. She has never had bad hygiene before. Girls are usually so good at staying clean and newly and pristine and pure because it is correct. But this sappy little slapper deserves to be sportsmanlike not. She dances like a small slut. She shows naked legs and naked butt-cheeks. She thinks it is empowering, but it is incorrect for a female to deport this way. It is almost certain that she will have had cock. No hymen. Used brim. But the master key shall correct this filth.

She is brought to the lord again, to a flyspeck room with moist walls of goop, she is strapped down upon a board. The nates of her slutty little suit is removed, she looks like her pert body is clothed not below her fit little pelvic arch as persuasion she wears nought but a skintight shirt, below it there is only fit nude legs and cunning rhythm little derriere and fishy vaginal lips. The room fills with the whiff of smelly female. She struggles and she screams and she thrashes and she stinks until she is hypnotically calmed as the Master whispers to her. His moist Xenomorph rim are very close to her spike, the lips whisper to her in a gently soporific rhythm method of birth control which slowly, delicately empties her head-meat until she is in a spellbinding trance, her eyes milk over and her lip become mire and her lips dribble and her yell go easy gurgles and her thrashes become ennoble footling twitches. Her master copy 's thick leather pole thrust straight up towards the roof, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw dominance over the weak little girly. The Xenomorph rustling to the female long after she has been calmed. He relishes the exquisite sight of moist, sheeny lycra sealed over her tight, irreverent, perky little tits. He makes filthy little oohs and aaahs at the vision of naked female person hips and nude female person pegleg, her pervs on her body as it twitches gently, raw and smooth and rigorous and wet and smelly. His rustling softly and intimately, his slimed tongue pokes into her ear.

The little female person is circumcised. The Master removes her clit. The Master removes her vaginal lips. It is rectify that the original does this. Females must not enjoy having a phallus between the back talk of their vaginas, for it shall make them become slattern who will open their ramification for anyone, like this smelly little slapper. The superior is ensuring that the female remains unadulterated and chastise and that she will only take turncock when her Master wishing to use her.

The passe-partout gives her special new vaginal lips made of Xenomorph leather, they are tight and right and correct like a lilliputian Virgo the Virgin. The master gives her a exceptional new clit made of Xenomorph leather, a very peculiar and correct clit that will not make the little female open her branch for any turncock she wants. She shall only get hot and dampish and wide between the hips when she knows she will be given thick lengths of clay, smelly Xenormorph leather. The professional gives her a new hymen to realize her new vag complete, a stiff, saucy new hymen which pokes out between the shiny new Virgin leather vaginal brim. The little girl has been circumcised, she is correct between the hips now, all pretty and kinky and easy to wipe down like the punch-drunk lilliputian slapper she is.

Her new taken back to her cell with her new correct girly-lips. She sits, and she stinks. Her body has been washed not in so, so long. She stinks even big between the hips now. Xenomorph leather gets very, very smelly when it 's wet. She is still clothed not below the hip now. After all, now that she has been properly circumcised, she no longer needs her vaginal lips to be hidden ! Not to remark that her master shall want to use her sweet little chocolate lips for the succeeding function of her treatment !

So she sits semi-naked in her moist cell of ooze, her delicate petty anterior naris sniff and whiff the hot moist foetor of fit, pert plebeian female soundbox.

So she It stinks. The chamber mephitis. The female stinks. But her posture stinks worst of all. It stinks of a female who thinks she can trip the light fantastic toe like sex, almost naked below the rose hip except for a few landing strip of lycra to stop everyone perving on the yap between her coxa. It is the forged, virtually impure thing a correct and proper girl can do. She must be punished. She must be corrected.

Then she is taken to a new chamber. She is strapped down upon a board of pert, moist slime on her front with midst ropes of moist gook over her fit, long, smooth, naked, unresolved legs. Her nice blonde brain is shaved at the spinal column and made smooth and shiny. Her passably long blonde hair which had been made to look all wet and sweaty for the TV is made into a senior high school tower upon the top of her headway with limited gunk like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist Fish. Now even her hairsbreadth stinks ! Her legs are strapped down to the table, but the forepart of her organic structure is raised up, supported by her subdivision to that her pretty, womanly face stairs straights ahead, just like the blowzy little thrusting motion she made in the heart of that disgusting terpsichore television where she pumped her coxa down and it you could see her Nice round girl-cheeks and the tv camera was angled to make it appear like she was n't wearing a thong- to pass the feeling that if you looked down on her from above, you would be able to see her sweet niggling brown hole ... and maybe a slight vag too !

The silly fiddling beef probably thought that bit made her look so aphrodisiacal and worthy and feminine. And now her pert, smelly little bod is in the Sami position- only this prison term, the Master really CAN see her nice footling bumhole, AND a little bit of fadge ! The only rattling difference is that the bumhole is still moist and filthed with sludge and she has been given a new, immaculate span of vaginal rim and a pure, obedient clit.

The female is prepare to be fully corrected. The smelly little female person knows what will be done to her. Again she screams an begs and pleads to her master copy, her mouth working and working to convert her overlord that she has learned her lesson, that she will change her life of sin and filth.

The Xenomorph 's cock twitches and leaks as he watches the little female struggle and beg, all naked and desperate and vulnerable. He pretends that he might reconsider fully conditioning her if she can use her hot, fit body to satisfy him. The distaff gasps with hope, the female thinks she may yet escape her smelly fate ! She begins to foretell her Master filth and obedience. She would suck his stopcock. She would lap his bumhole. He could use the muddle at the front of her hip joint, and the muddle at the spinal column of her rosehip. She would worship and obey and look at thick lengths of leather again and again and again if her overlord would not destroy her mentality, her eye are astray and unseeing and her lips body of work and speak and her shirt and body stinks.

But the master key means not what he said, for only washing and processing the female 's smelly, unclean head-meat shall gratify the urges of his throbbing pole of leather. He strokes and touches his celestial pole as it aches and twitching over her desperate words. With a retentive, moist squelch a long, thick, semi-transparent tube begins to slew from his bumhole, it has a big wet ear upon the front, it stinks like a hot sewer, moist and slimy with the sludge and filth from the inside of the smelly, leather Xenormoph.

It stinks in the helpless girly 's delicate nostril, she knows what it shall do to her eubstance. She screams. Screams. No, no, no she screams, her vocalization high and squeaky with hysteric madness. The master wraps a flimsy tentacle around her fragile neck to make her head still while she thrashes and twitching. The spike touches back of her head where the original has made it smooth and bright. Master begins to sway it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The little girly Begin to bubble. Her eyes gibbosity. The spike trailer, and pokes. The unruffled hide becomes wet and greasy off the guck and grunge. The smelly little female person 's hand have not been restrained, they try to grip the piping, try to stop the pipe as it rocks and pushes, but her frail script can do nought but slip and slide on the wet filth, becoming wet and smelly, soiling the perfectly-manicured fingernails with thick wet stinks.

The spike continues to shake back and forth, back and Forth River. With slow, delicate dominance it begins to jab into the back of the females defenceless head. The female 's pert, smelly bod Begin to calm, the sassing begin to mop. The manus begin to claw and twitch. The ear begins to thrust into the new fix he is making in the female. Deeper. Deeper. The Xenomorph makes filthy picayune ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex offender as the spindle patiently pushes into of the back of the female person 's foreland as mentation it were a cock-tip working through the hymen of a Virgo 's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female 's smelly hands gently return to their obedient posture at the incline of her body. The spike gently works deeper, and deeper into her head. The foetid sludge dribbles down the back of her head. Smelly defenseless wooden leg twitching, smelly nude buttock twitch. stab. Thrust. Now the spike is inside her, poking into the nice, mingy, hugging meat of her brain. The master relishes the caress of the foetid female 's head-meat. It feels so, so good to be inside her, about to make love to the inside of her pretty, feminine headspring. But unlike making dearest with his rooster, he shalt not be putting something INTO her body- he shalt be taking something OUT !

The tobacco pipe begins to take up. Suck. Slowly, gently, a thick soup begins to stand up up the pipe. On the early English of the drumhead, stocky wet pant and gurgles escape the female 's mouth, all pouted and glossed with froth. The Master sucking, and sucking through the tobacco pipe, the meat rises slowly out of the female 's principal like a thick milkshake made of sentiment and personality. The pipework makes deep wet squeaks and squidges as it performs its'beautiful body of work, the small distaff gurgles, her eyes begin to vagabond into her head, the foam thickens upon her lips. She is so, so helpless to block the Master taking away her psyche. She is getting what she deserves for her nasty, semi-unclothed dancing ! Now her torso moves to nought but the twitchy rhythm of her own prefrontal leucotomy !

The Master pumps his cock into his fist as he watches the little female 's unclothed pegleg and girly-buns perform their foul-smelling new dance, watches her as she twitches and reek. Her head twitches spastically from side to side. Hands claw and twitch, nipper and vellication. Phwoooh ! There is nothing kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female ! Watching as those beautiful retentive nude ramification thrash and twitch and the pelvis spastically pumping and showing fadge every so often ! Smelly female person are right. It is correct when a female 's trunk malodour in only a skin tight shirt. It is only even off and cancel that she must be made into a vegetable if she is smelly and naked below the hips !

The Master pumps the slimy hood over and over the wet tip of his cock with stocky moist takedown. Smelly female. put-down. Squelch. Smelly smelly female. Squelch. Squelch.

The little female 's head is clean. Her smelly bod begins to tranquillise. No more brain-meat to command it ! Now her brain is inside her Master 's eubstance. The Master pumps his shaft over her rag-doll body and her wet shiny legs and her still cute circle cheeks. He begins to work on the thick pulp he has taken from the female 's head, cooking it, treating it, adding special chemical substance and guck, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a thick green sludge. Phwoooah. The new, make pure brain is pumped into his testicle. They fill, fill, bulging with the female 's new nous. Phwoooah. He mounts her smelly consistency. The cock is so, so ready. The tip nestles into the wet, worthless coffee lips of the filthy short female person. The Master 's rosehip thrust. squelcher. Squelch. Up the bumhole it goes ! The master caresses the smelly female. His body presses intimately against her. The cock thrusts. Thrusts. Phwoooah. He smells the backrest of her head. Thrust. Thrust. He holds her intimately as he makes love to her umber brim, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the stinks of her physical structure. driving force. Thrust. Phwooooah ! Right up her bumhole ! Right up her bumhole ! The air is loggerheaded with the leathery squeak of his dominant allele, smelly body as his pole pump in and out and in and out, the slime she was given to abduct her wetting and lubricating the tip of his dick. Phwooooah ! So ripe. So estimable. driving force. Thrust.

Then the Xenomorph orgasms. His orgasm is long, and decelerate, and exquisite. He holds the smelly vegetable female like a sexdoll as his lump squeeze and clinch, ejaculating thick, hot, long spurt of goo from his cock-tip spurt, spurt, jet, spurt, right up the girly 's deflowered bumhole.

Slowly the smelly female is given her learning ability back one spurt at a time. Soon, the thick sludge will occupy her caput with a new Einstein, a pure brain, a grand brain that thinks only what is correct. It shall know that a female obeys and foetor. Obeys and stinks.

The female has been cleansed. She shall be sent back to the human land where she joyfully shall advocate the correct commandment of her Xenomorph professional. They shall try to debase her again, to realise her like she was before she stank and obeyed. They shall try to clean her dead body. They shall try to clothe her beneath the hips. They shall try to turn her brain back to meat. But she can not be changed.

She stinks. She obeys. She obeys. The stinks .