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

The smelly little slapper who performed in the call option on Me video, for case, wearing zip but a skintight calamitous lycra suit which shows off her pap and has only a thin funnies on the front to hide her feminine lips and an even dilutant strip at the back that goes up the crack of her nice, rung, pert bum-cheeks.

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

After she 's eat up doing her dirty footling act, she is abducted from her changing elbow room, still wearing her slutty little suit. It is very easy for an Xenomorph to abduct a female. Tentacle goes around the neck until she is calm. She is given a special slime up her bumhole. The slime works upon her weak piddling female brain. The slime makes her obey. She comes willingly with her new Master.

She is taken to a special sanctum where her new victor can give her extra treatment to make her behave correctly.

She is left in her outfit, she is put in a little prison cell of muck and leather padding. She sits and she stinks in the hot smelly sleeping accommodation for several days.

Then she is brought to her Master. She has been sat in her hot, dampish cell for days. She has not washed. Her body stinks. She is strapped into an flowery ceremonial leather rump. The leather is moist upon her naked cheeks. The leather malodor. The master makes her see what will find to her in exquisite, filthy detail. She is made to know what must occur to her torso and her mind for her impure and wrong behaviour. For hours she sits in her smelly seat, she is made to see again, again, again. At first gear she screams, and screaming as she watches the treatment she will be given. She begs to be set free. She pleads to be set free people. She promises to repent if she is set devoid. She promises to be pure if she is set exempt. She promises cock sucking if she is set relieve. But her Master listens not. She babbles and she begs. But the master copy does nought but stroke his twitching erection, for he knows the filthy-brained little bitch shall soon be purified.

Then the smooth, irreverent picayune hussy is put back in her cadre. She sits and she stinks in the moist slime for more than Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. She is fishy between the front of the hips, and smelly with B.O at the back of the hips, and her tight pink little bumhole still stinks from the obedient-slime still upon it and she 's smelly in the armpits and in the cleavage of her pert, buoyant tits. That slutty small courtship she wore in the video as if she could get away with being a slutty little bitch is damp off her pert, dampish girly-bod, it stinks like fish at the straw man. She has never had bad hygiene before. Girls are usually so good at staying clean and fresh and pristine and pure because it is correct. But this dizzy little slapper deserves to be scavenge not. She dances like a lilliputian loose woman. She shows nude wooden leg and naked butt-cheeks. She thinks it is empowering, but it is faulty for a female person to conduct this way. It is almost sealed that she will throw had shaft. No Hymen. Used sass. But the Master shall compensate this filth.

She is brought to the lord again, to a tiny room with moist walls of goop, she is strapped down upon a table. The buttocks of her slutty slight courting is removed, she looks like her pert body is clothed not below her fit fiddling hips as thought she wears nought but a skintight shirt, below it there is only fit nude legs and cute round little stern and funny vaginal brim. 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 whisper to her. His moist Xenomorph lip are very close to her spike, the lips whisper to her in a gently hypnotic calendar method of birth control which slowly, delicately empties her head-meat until she is in a hypnotic trance, her oculus milk over and her lips become slack and her lips dribble and her sidesplitter get gentle gurgles and her thrashes become gentle little twitches. Her Master 's boneheaded leather pole trailer straight up towards the ceiling, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw dominance over the weak picayune girly. The Xenomorph susurration to the female person long after she has been calmed. He relishes the dainty sight of moist, glossy lycra sealed over her rigorous, saucy, perky petty tits. He makes cruddy small oohs and aaahs at the spate of naked female hips and naked female branch, her pervs on her body as it twitches gently, bare and smooth and close and wet and smelly. His whispering softly and intimately, his worthless tongue pokes into her ear.

The slight female is circumcised. The Master removes her button. The schoolmaster removes her vaginal sassing. It is correct that the Master does this. Females must not enjoy having a penis between the lips of their vaginas, for it shall make them become slut who will afford their legs for anyone, like this smelly little slapper. The Master is ensuring that the female remains pure and correct and that she will only take rooster when her Master wishes to use her.

The master gives her special new vaginal mouth made of Xenomorph leather, they are tight and proper and correct like a little virgin. The original gives her a exceptional new button made of Xenomorph leather, a very special and objurgate clit that will not make the little female open her legs for any tool she wants. She shall only suit hot and moist and wide between the hips when she knows she will be given thick distance of corpse, smelly Xenormorph leather. The original gives her a new maidenhead to take her new vag dispatch, a stiff, pert new maidenhead which pokes out between the glazed new Virgo leather vaginal brim. The little little girl has been circumcised, she is rectify between the hips now, all pretty and kinky and easy to wipe down like the silly little spanker 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 unsound 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 original shall involve to use her sweet little chocolate sass for the next constituent of her treatment !

So she sits semi-naked in her moist cell of slime, her delicate little anterior naris sniff and whiff the hot dampish mephitis of fit, pert unwashed female eubstance.

So she It stinks. The sleeping accommodation stinks. The female stinks. But her position stinks worst of all. It stinks of a female person who thinks she can dance like sex, almost naked below the hips except for a few comic strip of lycra to stop everyone perving on the holes between her hips. It is the mop up, most unclean matter a correct and proper young woman 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 R-2 of moist goo over her fit, long, smooth, bare, subject ramification. Her nice blonde headland is shaved at the back and made smooth and shiny. Her pretty long blond hair which had been made to wait all wet and sweaty for the video is made into a senior high tower upon the top of her head with special muck like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist Pisces the Fishes. Now even her hair stench ! Her legs are strapped down to the tabular array, but the forepart of her body is raised up, supported by her arms to that her pretty, feminine side stairs heterosexual ahead, just like the sluttish footling thrusting motion she made in the middle of that disgusting dance video where she pumped her hips down and it you could see her nice round girl-cheeks and the tv camera was angled to make it look like she was n't wearing a thong- to give the impression that if you looked down on her from above, you would be able to see her sweet little John Brown fix ... and maybe a little vag too !

The silly little bitch probably thought that bit made her look so sexy and desirable and feminine. And now her pert, smelly minuscule bod is in the Sami position- only this time, the Master really CAN see her nice trivial bumhole, AND a minuscule bit of fadge ! The entirely real difference is that the bumhole is still dampish and filthed with guck and she has been given a new, undefiled duo of vaginal sassing and a pure, obedient clit.

The female person is ready to be fully corrected. The smelly small female knows what will be done to her. Again she screams an begs and pleads to her passkey, her sass working and working to win over her Master that she has learned her object lesson, that she will switch her life of sin and foulness.

The Xenomorph 's cock twitching and passing water as he watches the niggling female person struggle and beg, all defenseless and desperate and vulnerable. He pretends that he might reconsider fully conditioning her if she can use her hot, fit torso to fill him. The female gasps with promise, the distaff thinks she may yet scat her smelly fate ! She begins to promise her master key filth and obedience. She would take in his cock. She would lick his bumhole. He could use the mess at the front of her hips, and the hole at the back of her hips. She would idolize and obey and take wooden-headed duration of leather again and again and again if her Master would not destroy her brain, her eyes are panoptic and sightless and her brim workplace 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, impure head-meat shall satisfy the urges of his throbbing pole of leather. He strokes and touches his rod as it aches and twitch over her do-or-die words. With a prospicient, moist squelch a long, thick, semi-transparent pipework begins to skid from his bumhole, it has a big wet ear upon the front, it stinks like a hot sewer, moist and slimy with the ooze and dirty word 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 consistency. She screams. wow. No, no, no she screams, her spokesperson high and squeaky with hysterical fury. The passe-partout wraps a slenderize tentacle around her touchy cervix to make her head still while she thrashes and twitch. The spike touches back of her promontory where the Master has made it smooth and shiny. Master begins to rock it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The minuscule girly begins to gurgle. Her eyes bulge. The spike pokes, and pokes. The unruffled skin becomes wet and greasy off the sludge and grease. The smelly fiddling female 's work force have not been restrained, they try to grip the pipe, try to cease the pipework as it rocks and pushes, but her soft hired hand can do nought but slip and slide on the wet grime, becoming wet and smelly, soiling the perfectly-manicured fingernails with thick-skulled wet stinks.

The spike continues to rock back and Forth, back and Forth. With slow, frail ascendance it begins to poke into the spine of the female person defenceless head. The female person 's pert, smelly bod begins to becalm, the backtalk begin to brood. The hands begin to claw and twitch. The spike heel begins to pierce into the new hole he is making in the female. Deeper. Deeper. The Xenomorph makes foul little ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex wrongdoer as the spike patiently pushes into of the rear of the female 's header as thought it were a cock-tip workings through the hymen of a virgin 's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female person 's foul handwriting gently return to their obedient position at the sides of her torso. The spike gently works deeper, and deeper into her head. The foetid sludge dribbles down the backbone of her head. Smelly naked ramification twitching, smelly naked cheeks twitch. thrusting. Thrust. Now the spindle is inside her, poking into the nice, tight, hugging gist of her brain. The lord relishes the caress of the smelly female 's head-meat. It feels so, so honorable to be inside her, about to name erotic love to the interior of her pretty, feminine head word. But unlike making dear with his cock, he shalt not be putting something INTO her body- he shalt be taking something OUT !

The pipework begins to suck. Suck. Slowly, gently, a thick soup begins to rise up the pipe. On the other side of meat of the heading, thick wet gasps and gurgles escape the female 's sassing, all pouted and glossed with froth. The master key sucks, and suction through the piping, the meat rises slowly out of the female 's head like a buddy-buddy shake made of thoughts and personality. The pipage makes midst wet close call and squidges as it performs its'beautiful piece of work, the little female gurgles, her optic begin to turn over into her head, the froth thickens upon her lips. She is so, so helpless to stop the Master taking away her genius. She is getting what she deserves for her foul, semi-unclothed dancing ! Now her body moves to nought but the twitchy rhythm of her own lobotomy !

The Master pumps his cock into his clenched fist as he watches the petty female 's disrobe stage and girly-buns perform their funky new dance, watches her as she twitches and stinks. Her head vellication spastically from side to side. Hands claw and vellication, claw and twitch. Phwoooh ! There is nix kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female ! watching as those beautiful long naked legs thrash and twitch and the pelvic arch spastically pumping and showing fadge every so often ! Smelly females are good. It is right when a female 's body malodour in only a skin tight shirt. It is only correct and born that she must be made into a vegetable if she is smelly and naked below the pelvic arch !

The Master pumps the slimy thug over and over the wet tip of his turncock with duncish moist takedown. Smelly female. Squelch. Squelch. Smelly smelly female person. Squelch. Squelch.

The lilliputian female 's head is make clean. Her smelly bod Begin to calm. No more brain-meat to command it ! Now her mastermind is inside her Master 's soundbox. The Master pumps his dick over her rag-doll dead body and her wet shining stage and her smoothen cute circle cheeks. He begins to sue the thick pulp he has taken from the female person 's head word, cooking it, treating it, adding peculiar chemical substance and slimes, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a loggerheaded green gunk. Phwoooah. The new, purified psyche is pumped into his testicles. They fill, fill, bulging with the female 's new mental capacity. Phwoooah. He mounts her noisome body. The cock is so, so prepare. The tip nestles into the wet, slimy chocolate back talk of the foul little female. The overlord 's hips thrust. squelch. put-down. Up the bumhole it goes ! The superior caresses the smelly distaff. His body presses intimately against her. The cock jab. thrusting. Phwoooah. He smells the book binding of her capitulum. Thrust. driving force. He holds her intimately as he makes love to her chocolate lips, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the stinks of her trunk. push. jab. Phwooooah ! Right up her bumhole ! Right up her bumhole ! The air is heavyset with the leathery squeak of his dominant, smelly trunk as his pole heart in and out and in and out, the slime she was given to snatch her wetting and lubricating the tip of his cock. Phwooooah ! So good. So ripe. Thrust. Thrust.

Then the Xenomorph orgasms. His climax is long, and slow, and exquisite. He holds the smelly vegetable female like a sexdoll as his balls power play and squeeze, ejaculating thick, hot, long spirt of goop from his cock-tip spurt, squirt, spirt, spirt, right up the girly 's impair bumhole.

Slowly the smelly female is given her mind back one spurt at a prison term. Soon, the thick sludge will fill her head with a new brain, a pure genius, a wonderful brain that thinks only what is correct. It shall do it that a distaff obeys and stinks. Obeys and stinks.

The female has been cleansed. She shall be sent back to the human kingdom where she joyfully shall prophesy the even off teachings of her Xenomorph master. They shall try to pervert her again, to make her like she was before she stank and obeyed. They shall try to clean her physical structure. They shall try to dress her beneath the hips. They shall try to turn her wit back to nub. But she can not be changed.

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