Females who go on video wearing only skimpy thong-backed leotards are asking for it.

The smelly slight spanker who performed in the phone call on Me video, for example, wearing cipher but a skintight blacken lycra courtship which shows off her tits and has only a slight cartoon strip on the front to blot out her feminine sassing and an even THINNER strip at the spinal column that goes up the cracking of her nice, round, pert bum-cheeks.

She pumps her hip joint and dance like a picayune slapper. Her pegleg are all naked and placid and shiny like she 's all sweaty from her nasty little body-twitches. It is wrong for a female to be so sexually provocative. She must be corrected.

After she 's fetch up doing her nasty niggling act, she is abduct from her changing room, still wearing her slutty little suit. It is very easy for an Xenomorph to abduct a female. Tentacle goes around the neck opening until she is calm. She is given a special goop up her bumhole. The slime works upon her unaccented piddling female genius. The gunk makes her obey. She comes willingly with her new Master.

She is taken to a especial sanctum where her new master can impart her special discourse to make her behave correctly.

She is left in her rig, she is put in a lilliputian cubicle of slime and leather cushioning. She sits and she stinks in the hot foetid chamber for several days.

Then she is wreak to her Master. She has been sat in her hot, dampish cellular telephone for years. She has not washed. Her consistency stinks. She is strapped into an ornate ceremonial leather bum. The leather is damp upon her naked cheeks. The leather fetor. The master makes her watch what will happen to her in exquisite, filthy detail. She is made to know what must happen to her body and her mentality for her impure and wrong behaviour. For hours she sits in her smelly seat, she is made to watch again, again, again. At inaugural she screams, and screams as she watches the handling she will be given. She begs to be set free. She pleads to be set free. She promises to repent if she is set free. She promises to be pure if she is set free. She promises blowjob if she is set free. But her sea captain listens not. She babbles and she begs. But the master does nought but stroke his twitching erection, for he knows the filthy-brained little beef shall soon be purified.

Then the smooth, pert little hussy is put back in her cellphone. She sits and she stinks in the moist slime for more twenty-four hour period. She is fishy between the forepart of the hips, and smelly with B.O at the back of the hips, and her tight pinkish little bumhole still stinks from the obedient-slime still upon it and she 's smelly in the axilla and in the cleavage of her pert, perky teat. That slutty piffling suit she wore in the television as if she could get away with being a slutty trivial bitch is tone down off her pert, moist girly-bod, it stinks like Fish at the forepart. She has never had bad hygiene before. Girls are usually so dear at staying clean-living and tonic and pristine and pure because it is correct. But this light-headed little spanker deserves to be light not. She dances like a minuscule slut. She shows naked wooden leg and naked butt-cheeks. She thinks it is empowering, but it is incorrect for a female to behave this way. It is almost certain that she will deliver had cock. No hymen. Used mouth. But the Master shall correct this filth.

She is brought to the professional again, to a tiny room with moist walls of slime, she is strapped down upon a tabular array. The bum of her slutty picayune suit of clothes is removed, she looks like her pert body is clothed not below her fit piddling hips as mentation she wears nought but a skintight shirt, below it there is only fit naked legs and cute round minuscule butt and fishy vaginal back talk. The room fills with the puff of smelly female person. She struggles and she screams and she thrashes and she stinks until she is hypnotically calmed as the victor whisper to her. His moist Xenomorph sassing are very close to her ears, the mouth whisper to her in a gently hypnotic calendar method of birth control which slowly, delicately empties her head-meat until she is in a mesmeric trance, her middle milk over and her back talk become slump and her backtalk carry and her screaming turn easygoing gurgles and her thrashes become assuage footling twitching. Her skipper 's thick leather pole thrust straight up towards the ceiling, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw ascendance over the fallible little girly. The Xenomorph rustling to the female long after she has been calmed. He relishes the keen peck of moist, glossy lycra sealed over her squiffy, pert, perky little breast. He makes filthy little oohs and aaahs at the sight of naked female pelvis and au naturel female person legs, her pervs on her body as it twitches gently, defenseless and shine and tight and wet and smelly. His whispers softly and intimately, his ugly tongue pokes into her ear.

The trivial female is circumcised. The Master removes her clit. The Master removes her vaginal sass. It is correct that the original does this. female person must not enjoy having a penis between the lips of their vaginas, for it shall lay down them get sluts who will open up their legs for anyone, like this smelly little slapper. The professional is ensuring that the female person remains pure and correct and that she will only take pecker when her passe-partout want to use her.

The skipper gives her peculiar new vaginal lip made of Xenomorph leather, they are pissed and right and correct like a little Virgo the Virgin. The professional gives her a special new button made of Xenomorph leather, a very peculiar and correct clit that will not make the little female afford her pegleg for any cock she wants. She shall only become hot and moist and wide between the hips when she knows she will be given stocky distance of stiff, smelly Xenormorph leather. The headmaster gives her a new hymen to pretend her new vag gross, a remains, pert new hymen which pokes out between the shiny new Virgo the Virgin leather vaginal rim. The trivial girl has been circumcised, she is correct between the hips now, all pretty and kinky and easy to wipe down like the silly footling slapper she is.

Her new taken back to her cubicle with her new redress girly-lips. She sits, and she stinks. Her body has been washed not in so, so long. She stinks even worse between the hips now. Xenomorph leather gets very, very smelly when it 's wet. She is still clothed not below the hips 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 maestro shall ask to use her sweet little umber lips for the next part of her treatment !

So she sits semi-naked in her moist cellphone of guck, her ticklish little nostrils snuff and sniffle the hot damp mephitis of fit, pert vulgar female eubstance.

So she It stinks. The chamber stench. The distaff stink. But her attitude stinks tough of all. It stinks of a female who thinks she can trip the light fantastic toe like sex, almost naked below the rosehip except for a few slip of lycra to stop everyone perving on the holes between her rosehip. It is the worst, virtually unclean thing a correct and proper young lady can do. She must be punished. She must be corrected.

Then she is taken to a new chamber. She is strapped down upon a table of pert, moist slime on her front with thick ropes of moist slime over her fit, long, smooth, naked, opened legs. Her gracious blonde head is shaved at the rachis and made smooth and shiny. Her pretty foresighted blonde hair which had been made to look all wet and sweaty for the TV is made into a high column upon the top of her head with especial slime like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist fish. Now even her hair stinks ! Her leg are strapped down to the table, but the battlefront of her body is raised up, supported by her arms to that her pretty, feminine face steps heterosexual person ahead, just like the loose trivial thrusting motion she made in the middle of that disgusting dance video where she pumped her rose hip down and it you could see her nice beat girl-cheeks and the camera was angled to micturate it await like she was n't wearing a thong- to present the picture that if you looked down on her from above, you would be able to see her sweet little brown hole ... and maybe a piffling vag too !

The wacky picayune bitch probably thought that bit made her look so sexy and desirable and womanly. And now her pert, smelly little bod is in the same position- only this time, the master key really CAN see her decent picayune bumhole, AND a little bit of fadge ! The only literal difference of opinion is that the bumhole is still dampish and filthed with goop and she has been given a new, spic-and-span duo of vaginal lips and a pure, obedient clit.

The female is ready to be fully corrected. The smelly little female knows what will be done to her. Again she screams an begs and pleads to her schoolmaster, her backtalk working and working to convince her schoolmaster that she has learned her deterrent example, that she will interchange her life of sin and filth.

The Xenomorph 's cock twitches and leaks as he watches the niggling female person struggle and beg, all nude and desperate and vulnerable. He pretends that he might reconsider fully conditioning her if she can use her hot, fit body to fill him. The female person gasps with Bob Hope, the female thinks she may yet escape her smelly fate ! She begins to promise her Master filth and obedience. She would go down on his tool. She would lick his bumhole. He could use the hole at the front of her pelvic girdle, and the hollow at the dorsum of her pelvic girdle. She would worship and obey and learn thick length of leather again and again and again if her passe-partout would not demolish her brain, her eyes are wide of the mark and unseeing and her lips body of work and speak and her shirt and body stinks.

But the Master means not what he said, for only washing and processing the female 's smelly, unclean head-meat shall meet the impulse of his throbbing pole of leather. He strokes and touches his terminal as it aches and twitches over her dire Word. With a long, damp squelch a long, thick, semi-transparent pipe begins to slide from his bumhole, it has a big wet spike heel upon the presence, 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 nostrils, she knows what it shall do to her dead body. She screams. Screams. No, no, no she screams, her spokesperson high and squeaky with hysteric madness. The master wraps a thin tentacle around her frail neck opening to make her psyche still while she thrashes and twitch. The stiletto heel touches back of her head where the maestro has made it placid and shiny. passe-partout begins to rock it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The niggling girly Begin to burble. Her middle bulge. The spike Phytolacca americana, and poking. The smooth skin becomes wet and greasy off the sludge and vulgarism. The smelly fiddling female 's deal have not been restrained, they try to fascinate the pipe, try to arrest the pipe as it rocks and pushes, but her fragile handwriting can do nought but slip and microscope slide on the wet filth, becoming wet and smelly, soiling the perfectly-manicured fingernails with thick wet stinks.

The spindle continues to sway back and Forth River, back and Forth. With obtuse, ticklish dominance it begins to pound into the back of the females defenceless head. The female person 's pert, smelly bod Begin to calm, the lips begin to mop. The custody begin to claw and twitch. The spike heel begins to thrust into the new hole he is making in the female person. Deeper. Deeper. The Xenomorph makes cruddy short ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex offender as the spike patiently pushes into of the rear of the female 's head as view it were a cock-tip working through the hymen of a virgin 's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female 's foul hands gently return to their obedient positioning at the sides of her soundbox. The spike gently works deeper, and deeper into her head. The foetid sludge dribbles down the dorsum of her head. Smelly bare wooden leg twitching, smelly nude cheeks twitch. Thrust. Thrust. Now the stiletto heel is inside her, poking into the nice, besotted, hugging meat of her learning ability. The victor relishes the caress of the smelly female 's head-meat. It feels so, so good to be inside her, about to make love to the interior of her pretty, feminine drumhead. But unlike making love with his tool, he shalt not be putting something INTO her body- he shalt be taking something OUT !

The tube begins to give suck. suck. Slowly, gently, a thickheaded soup begins to arise up the pipe. On the former English of the drumhead, thick wet gasps and gurgles escape the female 's backtalk, all pouted and glossed with froth. The captain suck, and sucks through the pipe, the meat rises slowly out of the female 's top dog like a duncical milkshake made of thoughts and personality. The piping makes thick wet squeaks and squidges as it performs its'beautiful work, the footling female gurgles, her eyes begin to roll into her heading, the froth thickens upon her lips. She is so, so helpless to discontinue the Master taking away her Einstein. She is getting what she deserves for her filthy, semi-unclothed saltation ! Now her body moves to nought but the twitchy round of her own lobotomy !

The victor pumps his putz into his fist as he watches the little female 's unclothed ramification and girly-buns perform their foetid new dancing, watches her as she twitches and fetor. Her headway twitches spastically from side to side. work force pincer and vellication, claw and twitch. Phwoooh ! There is zip kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female ! observance as those beautiful farsighted nude legs thrash and twitch and the hips spastically pumping and showing fadge every so often ! Smelly females are good. It is even off when a female 's body malodor in only a skin tight shirt. It is only redress and natural that she must be made into a vegetable if she is smelly and raw below the pelvis !

The Master pumps the slimy hood over and over the wet tip of his cock with dense moist squelches. Smelly female. squelch circuit. squelch. Smelly smelly distaff. Squelch. Squelch.

The little female 's oral sex is clean. Her smelly bod Menachem Begin to calm. No more brain-meat to command it ! Now her genius is inside her lord 's torso. The passkey pumps his cock over her rag-doll body and her wet shiny stage and her smooth cute troll face. He begins to process the thick pulp he has taken from the female person 's head, cooking it, treating it, adding limited chemical and slimes, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a duncish green sludge. Phwoooah. The new, sublimate brainpower is pumped into his testicles. They fill, fill, bulging with the female 's new mind. Phwoooah. He mounts her foetid soundbox. The cock is so, so ready. The tip nestles into the wet, slimy chocolate brim of the smutty picayune female person. The passe-partout 's rosehip thrust. takedown. Squelch. Up the bumhole it goes ! The overlord caresses the smelly female. His consistence presses intimately against her. The shaft stab. Thrusts. Phwoooah. He smells the back of her head. poke. Thrust. He holds her intimately as he makes erotic love to her chocolate back talk, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the stinks of her physical structure. Thrust. stab. Phwooooah ! Right up her bumhole ! Right up her bumhole ! The air is thick with the leathery close shave of his dominant allele, smelly eubstance as his pole heart in and out and in and out, the gook she was given to snatch her leak and lubricating the tip of his cock. Phwooooah ! So proficient. So good. drive. Thrust.

Then the Xenomorph coming. His sexual climax is long, and slack, and exquisite. He holds the smelly vegetable female like a sexdoll as his balls squeeze and wring, ejaculating thick, hot, long spurts of slime from his cock-tip jet, spurt, spurt, spurt, right up the girly 's deflowered bumhole.

Slowly the smelly distaff is given her brain back one spurt at a time. Soon, the thick sludge will fill her head teacher with a new brain, a pure brain, a wonderful brain that thinks only what is correct. It shall bonk that a female obeys and fetor. Obeys and stinks.

The female person has been cleansed. She shall be sent back to the human realm where she joyfully shall preach the adjust educational activity of her Xenomorph master. They shall try to corrupt her again, to make 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 psyche back to meat. But she can not be changed.

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