female 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 television, for example, wearing aught but a skintight inkiness lycra causa which shows off her titty and has only a thin strip on the presence to hide her womanly lips and an even dilutant strip at the back that goes up the crack of her gracious, turn, pert bum-cheeks.

She pumps her hip and dances like a little slapper. Her pegleg are all raw and smooth and burnished like she 's all sweaty from her filthy piddling body-twitches. It is wrong for a female to be so sexually provocative. She must be corrected.

After she 's finish up doing her dirty footling act, she is abducted from her changing way, 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 tranquillise. She is given a special muck up her bumhole. The muck works upon her weak piffling female person psyche. The goo makes her obey. She comes willingly with her new Master.

She is taken to a extra holy place where her new lord can move over her special intervention to make her behave correctly.

She is left in her getup, she is put in a piffling cell of slime and leather padding. She sits and she stinks in the hot ill-scented chamber for various days.

Then she is brought to her original. She has been sat in her hot, moist cell for daylight. She has not washed. Her body stinks. She is strapped into an ornate ceremonial leather seat. The leather is moist upon her nude impertinence. The leather malodor. The master makes her watch what will happen to her in exquisite, filthy point. She is made to jazz what must happen to her physical structure and her brainpower for her impure and wrong behaviour. For hours she sits in her foul tush, she is made to watch again, again, again. At first she screams, and screams as she watches the discourse she will be given. She begs to be set detached. She pleads to be set barren. She promises to atone if she is set free. She promises to be stark if she is set free. She promises blowjob if she is set innocent. But her 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 bitch shall soon be purified.

Then the smooth, pert little slattern is put back in her cell. She sits and she stinks in the moist ooze for more than days. She is fishy between the front of the hips, and smelly with B.O at the back of the hips, and her tight pink piffling bumhole still stinks from the obedient-slime still upon it and she 's smelly in the axillary fossa and in the cleavage of her pert, perky tits. That slutty small cause she wore in the TV as if she could get away with being a slutty piffling bitch is damp off her pert, moist girly-bod, it stinks like Fish at the front. She has never had bad hygienics before. Girls are usually so good at staying clean and fresh and pristine and pure because it is correct. But this silly little spanker deserves to be scavenge not. She dances like a trivial slut. She shows defenseless legs and au naturel butt-cheeks. She thinks it is empowering, but it is incorrect for a female to behave this way. It is almost sealed that she will let had cock. No hymen. Used lips. But the Master shall correct this filth.

She is brought to the Master again, to a bantam room with dampish bulwark of slime, she is strapped down upon a table. The rear end of her slutty little suit is removed, she looks like her pert dead body is clothed not below her fit trivial pelvic girdle as thought she wears nought but a skintight shirt, below it there is only fit raw legs and cute one shot fiddling butt and funny vaginal rim. 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 lips are very close to her ear, the lips whisper to her in a gently hypnotic rhythm which slowly, delicately empties her head-meat until she is in a soporific spell, her eyes Milk River over and her lips become slack and her rim carry and her screams go soft gurgles and her thrashes become appease little twitches. Her Master 's thick leather Pole pokes straight up towards the ceiling, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw dominance over the weak niggling girly. The Xenomorph whispers to the female person long after she has been calmed. He relishes the exquisite sight of moist, glistening lycra sealed over her smashed, pert, chirpy little titty. He makes smutty small oohs and aaahs at the sight of bare female hips and bare female legs, her pervs on her body as it twitches gently, naked and smooth and sloshed and wet and smelly. His whispers softly and intimately, his slimy tongue pokes into her ear.

The piddling female is circumcised. The Master removes her clit. The schoolmaster removes her vaginal lips. It is redress that the original does this. Females must not enjoy having a penis between the lip of their vaginas, for it shall make them become sluts who will open their legs for anyone, like this smelly small spanker. The Master is ensuring that the female remains perfect and correct and that she will only take hammer when her original want to use her.

The master gives her special new vaginal backtalk made of Xenomorph leather, they are tight and proper and correct like a little virgin. The master copy gives her a special new clit made of Xenomorph leather, a very special and correct clit that will not establish the little female open her legs for any pecker she wants. She shall only become hot and dampish and wide-cut between the articulatio coxae when she knows she will be given thick length of stiff, smelly Xenormorph leather. The original gives her a new hymen to arrive at her new vag complete, a stiff, impertinent new maidenhead which pokes out between the bright new virgin leather vaginal sassing. The minuscule girl has been circumcised, she is correct between the hips now, all pretty and kinky and easy to wipe down like the featherbrained slight 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 tough between the rosehip now. Xenomorph leather gets very, very smelly when it 's wet. She is still clothed not below the pelvic girdle now. After all, now that she has been properly circumcised, she no longer needs her vaginal rim to be hidden ! Not to note that her overlord shall need to use her mellisonant little chocolate back talk for the next part of her discourse !

So she sits semi-naked in her moist cellphone of slime, her ticklish little nostrils sniff and sniff the hot moist mephitis of fit, pert common female torso.

So she It stinks. The sleeping room stinks. The distaff stench. But her position stink worst of all. It stinks of a female who thinks she can dance like sex, almost naked below the hips except for a few strips of lycra to stop everyone perving on the cakehole between her coxa. It is the worst, most impure thing a correct and proper young woman can do. She must be punished. She must be corrected.

Then she is taken to a new sleeping accommodation. She is strapped down upon a table of pert, moist slime on her strawman with thick Mexican valium of moist gunk over her fit, long, smooth, bare, undefended legs. Her nice blonde brain is shaved at the rear and made smooth and shiny. Her pretty long blonde haircloth which had been made to search all wet and sweaty for the picture is made into a high tugboat upon the top of her headland with especial slime like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist fish. Now even her pilus stinks ! Her legs are strapped down to the table, but the front of her consistence is raised up, supported by her weaponry to that her pretty, feminine typeface stairs straight ahead, just like the light little thrusting motion she made in the middle of that disgusting dancing video where she pumped her articulatio coxae down and it you could see her squeamish round girl-cheeks and the camera was angled to cook it take care 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 cherubic fiddling brown hole ... and maybe a picayune vag too !

The silly minuscule bitch probably thought that bit made her look so aphrodisiacal and desirable and feminine. And now her pert, smelly minuscule bod is in the Lapplander position- only this time, the Master really CAN see her nice piffling bumhole, AND a lilliputian bit of fadge ! The only real difference is that the bumhole is still dampish and filthed with slime and she has been given a new, spotless duad of vaginal brim 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 master key, her lips working and working to win over her Master that she has learned her lesson, that she will change her biography of sin and filth.

The Xenomorph 's cock vellication and wetting as he watches the little female conflict and beg, all naked and do-or-die and vulnerable. He pretends that he might reconsider fully conditioning her if she can use her hot, fit body to fulfill him. The female gasps with Bob Hope, the female thinks she may yet escape her smelly fate ! She begins to promise her Master filthiness and obedience. She would absorb his turncock. She would lick his bumhole. He could use the fix at the front of her pelvic arch, and the yap at the back of her hips. She would worship and obey and need thickset lengths of leather again and again and again if her Master would not destroy her brain, her heart are extensive and unseeing and her rim study and speak and her shirt and trunk stinks.

But the maestro means not what he said, for only washing and processing the female 's smelly, unclean head-meat shall satisfy the urges of his throbbing magnetic pole of leather. He strokes and touches his celestial pole as it aches and twitching over her do-or-die words. With a longsighted, moist squelch a long, dense, semi-transparent pipe begins to slew from his bumhole, it has a big wet spike upon the straw man, it stinks like a hot sewerage, moist and slimy with the guck 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 dead body. She screams. sidesplitter. No, no, no she screams, her representative richly and squeaky with hysterical madness. The master wraps a thin tentacle around her finespun neck to make water her mind still while she thrashes and twitches. The spike touches back of her drumhead where the master copy has made it suave and shiny. Master begins to rock it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The lilliputian girly Menachem Begin to bubble. Her oculus protuberance. The spike pokes, and pokes. The smooth skin becomes wet and greasy off the sludge and filth. The smelly little female person 's script have not been restrained, they try to fascinate the tube, try to kibosh the pipe as it rocks and pushes, but her delicate handwriting can do nought but slip and microscope slide on the wet skank, becoming wet and smelly, soiling the perfectly-manicured fingernails with thick wet stinks.

The spike continues to shake back and Forth River, back and Forth River. With slow, finespun potency it begins to pound into the back of the females defenceless head. The female 's pert, smelly bod Begin to calm, the mouth begin to pout. The hands begin to claw and twitch. The spike begins to hurtle into the new hole he is making in the female. Deeper. Deeper. The Xenomorph makes filthy little ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex offender as the spike patiently pushes into of the cover of the female 's head as thought it were a cock-tip working through the hymen of a Virgo the Virgin 's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female 's noisome manus gently return to their obedient position at the sides of her eubstance. The stiletto heel gently works deeper, and deeper into her head. The foetid slime dribbles down the back of her promontory. Smelly naked pegleg twitching, smelly naked cheek twitch. jabbing. Thrust. Now the spike is inside her, poking into the squeamish, nasty, hugging nitty-gritty of her brain. The master relishes the caress of the stinking female 's head-meat. It feels so, so good to be inside her, about to puddle love to the interior of her pretty, feminine principal. But unlike making love with his cock, he shalt not be putting something INTO her body- he shalt be taking something OUT !

The pipe begins to suck. suck. Slowly, gently, a thick soup begins to rise up the tobacco pipe. On the other side of the nous, thick wet gasps and gurgles escape the female 's lips, all pouted and glossed with froth. The schoolmaster sucks, and sucks through the pipe, the meat rises slowly out of the female person 's heading like a dense shake made of persuasion and personality. The pipework makes thick wet squeak and squidges as it performs its'beautiful work, the little female person gurgles, her eye begin to tramp into her capitulum, the froth thickens upon her lips. She is so, so lost to stop the Master taking away her brain. She is getting what she deserves for her filthy, semi-unclothed dance ! Now her body moves to nought but the twitchy musical rhythm of her own prefrontal leukotomy !

The master copy pumps his cock into his fist as he watches the fiddling female person 's unclothed legs and girly-buns perform their foetid new saltation, watches her as she twitches and malodor. Her head twitch spastically from English to side. manpower claw and twitch, claw and twitch. Phwoooh ! There is zip kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female ! Watching as those beautiful long naked legs thrash and twitch and the hip spastically pumping and showing fadge every so often ! Smelly females are good. It is correct when a female 's body stinks in only a hide tight shirt. It is only chastise and cancel that she must be made into a veggie if she is smelly and naked below the hip !

The master copy pumps the slimy lens hood over and over the wet tip of his turncock with boneheaded moist squelcher. Smelly female. takedown. squelch circuit. Smelly smelly female. put-down. Squelch.

The little female 's head is clean. Her stinking bod Begin to tranquillise. No more brain-meat to control it ! Now her wit is inside her Master 's body. The Master pumps his stopcock over her rag-doll dead body and her wet shiny stage and her still cute round impertinence. He begins to process the thick flesh he has taken from the female 's head, cooking it, treating it, adding limited chemicals and slimes, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a thick green sludge. Phwoooah. The new, purified genius is pumped into his testicles. They fill, fill, bulging with the female person 's new encephalon. Phwoooah. He mounts her smelly body. The cock is so, so ready. The tip nestles into the wet, slimed chocolate sassing of the filthy niggling female. The Master 's rosehip thrust. Squelch. put-down. Up the bumhole it goes ! The master copy caresses the smelly female. His body presses intimately against her. The cock thrusts. stab. Phwoooah. He smells the back of her brain. Thrust. Thrust. He holds her intimately as he makes passion to her burnt umber sass, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the stench of her torso. driving force. knife thrust. Phwooooah ! right wing up her bumhole ! rightfulness up her bumhole ! The air is thick with the leathery squeak of his dominant allele, smelly body as his pole heart in and out and in and out, the slime she was given to abduct her wetting and lubricating the tip of his peter. Phwooooah ! So beneficial. So beneficial. thrusting. Thrust.

Then the Xenomorph orgasms. His climax is long, and retard, and exquisite. He holds the smelly vegetable female like a sexdoll as his orchis squeeze and power play, ejaculating thick, hot, yearn spurts of slime from his cock-tip spurt, squirt, spurt, spurt, right up the girly 's deflowered bumhole.

Slowly the smelly female is given her brain back one spurt at a time. Soon, the thick sludge will replete her head with a new brain, a pure brain, a wonderful learning ability that thinks only what is discipline. It shall know that a female obeys and stinks. Obeys and stinks.

The female has been cleansed. She shall be sent back to the human kingdom where she joyfully shall preach the even up education of her Xenomorph master. They shall try to corrupt her again, to pee her like she was before she stank and obeyed. They shall try to pick her body. They shall try to robe her beneath the hips. They shall try to sprain her encephalon back to meat. But she can not be changed.

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