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

The smelly minuscule slapper who performed in the Call on Me video, for example, wearing nothing but a skintight smuggled lycra suit which shows off her tit and has only a thin strip on the front to hide her feminine lips and an even THINNER landing strip at the back that goes up the quip of her nice, turn, irreverent bum-cheeks.

She pumps her hips and dances like a small slapper. Her leg are all naked and liquid and glossy like she 's all sweaty from her filthy petty body-twitches. It is improper for a female to be so sexually provocative. She must be corrected.

After she 's finished doing her filthy little act, she is abducted from her changing room, still wearing her slutty little cause. It is very promiscuous for an Xenomorph to abduct a female person. Tentacle goes around the neck until she is calm. She is given a especial slime up her bumhole. The gunk works upon her washy little female brain. The guck makes her obey. She comes willingly with her new Master.

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

She is left in her outfit, she is put in a little mobile 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 schoolmaster. She has been sat in her hot, moist cell for Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. She has not washed. Her body stinks. She is strapped into an ornate ceremony leather posterior. The leather is damp upon her defenseless cheeks. The leather stinks. The master makes her watch what will happen to her in exquisite, filthy detail. She is made to live what must come about to her eubstance and her mind for her impure and wrong doings. For 60 minutes she sits in her smelly seat, she is made to determine again, again, again. At first-class honours degree she screams, and howler as she watches the treatment 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 blowjobs if she is set costless. But her professional listens not. She babbles and she begs. But the superior does nought but stroke his twitching erecting, for he knows the filthy-brained picayune gripe shall soon be purified.

Then the smooth, pert little slut is put back in her jail cell. She sits and she stinks in the moist ooze for more daytime. She is fishy between the movement of the coxa, and smelly with B.O at the back of the hips, and her cockeyed 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 mamilla. That slutty little lawsuit she wore in the television as if she could get away with being a slutty trivial squawk is damp off her pert, damp girly-bod, it stinks like fish at the front. She has never had bad hygiene before. Girls are usually so near at staying clean and fresh and pristine and pure because it is even out. But this silly slight slapper deserves to be clean not. She dances like a petty slattern. She shows nude legs and defenseless butt-cheeks. She thinks it is empowering, but it is wrong for a female person to behave this way. It is almost certain that she will have had cock. No hymen. Used sass. But the Master shall correct this filth.

She is brought to the Master again, to a tiny room with moist walls of gook, she is strapped down upon a table. The bottom of her slutty little courtship is removed, she looks like her pert dead body is clothed not below her fit little hips as thought she wears nought but a skintight shirt, below it there is only fit defenseless ramification and cunning cycle lilliputian tail and suspicious vaginal backtalk. The way fills with the puff of air of smelly female person. She struggles and she screams and she thrashes and she stinks until she is hypnotically calmed as the Master voicelessness to her. His moist Xenomorph sass are very close to her ears, the backtalk whisper to her in a gently hypnotic beat which slowly, delicately empties her head-meat until she is in a mesmeric trance, her eyes milk over and her lip become slack and her lips filter and her wow become soft gurgles and her thrashes turn gentle small twitches. Her Master 's thickset leather Pole pokes straight up towards the roof, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw ascendence over the weak little girly. The Xenomorph voicelessness to the female long after she has been calmed. He relishes the exquisite muckle of moist, shiny lycra sealed over her tight, irreverent, buoyant little tits. He makes nasty little oohs and aaahs at the hatful of naked female coxa and naked female person legs, her pervs on her body as it twitches gently, naked and smooth and tight and wet and smelly. His rustle softly and intimately, his wretched tongue clout into her ear.

The little female is circumcised. The professional removes her clit. The Master removes her vaginal lips. It is correct that the Master does this. Females must not enjoy having a penis between the rim of their vaginas, for it shall urinate them go sluts who will open their legs for anyone, like this smelly niggling slapper. The maestro is ensuring that the female remains pure and rectify and that she will only lease prick when her passkey wish to use her.

The overlord gives her extra new vaginal lips made of Xenomorph leather, they are blotto and proper and correct like a little Virgo the Virgin. The master gives her a special new clit made of Xenomorph leather, a very peculiar and chastise clit that will not make water the little female open her legs for any cock she wants. She shall only become hot and moist and wide between the hip joint when she knows she will be given fatheaded lengths of stiff, smelly Xenormorph leather. The master gives her a new hymen to get to her new vag complete, a stiff, saucy new hymen which pokes out between the shiny new virgin leather vaginal rim. The little missy has been circumcised, she is correct between the rosehip now, all pretty and kinky and easy to pass over down like the empty-headed little slapper she is.

Her new taken back to her cubicle with her new make up girly-lips. She sits, and she stinks. Her physical structure has been washed not in so, so long. She stinks even bad between the hips now. Xenomorph leather gets very, very smelly when it 's wet. She is still clothed not below the hip joint now. After all, now that she has been properly circumcised, she no longer needs her vaginal sassing to be hidden ! Not to bring up that her master shall need to use her sweet little chocolate lips for the future division of her intervention !

So she sits semi-naked in her moist cell of goop, her delicate little nostrils sniff and sniffle the hot moist stinks of fit, pert unwashed female consistence.

So she It stinks. The chamber mephitis. The female stench. But her attitude reek worst of all. It stinks of a female who thinks she can dance like sex, almost naked below the rose hip except for a few strips of lycra to contain everyone perving on the holes between her hips. It is the worst, near impure affair a correct and right girl 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 front with thick ropes of moist gunk over her fit, long, smooth, nude, open legs. Her skillful blond head is shaved at the back and made smooth and shiny. Her jolly long blond hair which had been made to search all wet and sweaty for the video is made into a high tower upon the top of her head word with special slime like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist Pisces the Fishes. Now even her hair stink ! Her legs are strapped down to the board, but the front of her body is raised up, supported by her arms to that her pretty, feminine face stairs straights ahead, just like the sluttish fiddling thrusting motion she made in the eye of that disgusting terpsichore picture where she pumped her pelvic arch down and it you could see her prissy rung girl-cheeks and the camera was angled to bring in it look like she was n't wearing a thong- to give the picture that if you looked down on her from above, you would be able-bodied to see her confection little Robert Brown hole ... and maybe a little vag too !

The silly footling gripe probably thought that bit made her look so sexy and suitable and feminine. And now her pert, smelly lilliputian bod is in the same position- only this time, the sea captain really CAN see her dainty little bumhole, AND a piffling bit of fadge ! The only really difference is that the bumhole is still damp and filthed with gunk and she has been given a new, immaculate span of vaginal backtalk and a pure, obedient clit.

The female person is ready to be fully corrected. The smelly minuscule female knows what will be done to her. Again she screams an begs and pleads to her Master, her lips working and working to win over her sea captain that she has learned her lesson, that she will modify her lifespan of sin and filth.

The Xenomorph 's peter twitches and leak as he watches the trivial female conflict 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 female gasps with hope, the female person thinks she may yet escape her smelly fate ! She begins to anticipate her maestro nastiness and obedience. She would suck his cock. She would lap up his bumhole. He could use the hole at the movement of her hips, and the hole at the backbone of her hips. She would worship and obey and take thick distance of leather again and again and again if her maestro would not destroy her brain, her eyes are all-encompassing and sightless and her sassing work and speak and her shirt and body stinks.

But the captain means not what he said, for only washing and processing the female 's smelly, unclean head-meat shall satisfy the impulse of his throbbing magnetic pole of leather. He strokes and touches his Pole as it aches and twitches over her desperate Logos. With a yearn, moist squelch a long, thickheaded, semi-transparent pipework begins to slide from his bumhole, it has a big wet spindle upon the front, it stinks like a hot toilet, moist and slimy with the goop and filth from the inside of the smelly, leather Xenormoph.

It stinks in the incapacitated girly 's delicate anterior naris, she knows what it shall do to her body. She screams. shriek. No, no, no she screams, her voice high and squeaky with hysteric insaneness. The schoolmaster wraps a thin tentacle around her delicate cervix to take a leak her headland still while she thrashes and twitch. The spike touches back of her head where the superior has made it smooth and burnished. Master begins to rock it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The lilliputian girly begins to burble. Her center bulge. The spike biff, and pokes. The legato cutis becomes wet and greasy off the goop and filthiness. The smelly minuscule female 's handwriting have not been restrained, they try to transfix the pipe, try to stop the pipe as it rocks and button, but her delicate hands can do nought but slip and slide on the wet dirty word, becoming wet and smelly, soiling the perfectly-manicured fingernails with boneheaded wet stinks.

The stiletto heel continues to sway back and Forth River, back and Forth. With slow, delicate dominance it begins to poke into the back of the female defenceless head. The female 's pert, smelly bod Menachem Begin to lull, the brim begin to sulk. The paw begin to claw and twitch. The spike begins to force into the new hole he is making in the female. Deeper. Deeper. The Xenomorph makes smutty lilliputian ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex offender as the spike patiently pushes into of the spine of the female 's chief as sentiment it were a cock-tip working through the hymen of a virgin 's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female 's smelly hands gently return to their obedient billet at the sides of her trunk. The spike heel gently works deeper, and deeper into her oral sex. The foetid sludge dribbles down the back of her read/write head. Smelly naked legs vellication, smelly naked impertinence twitch. poking. knife thrust. Now the spike is inside her, poking into the nice, tight, hugging meat of her mastermind. The master copy relishes the caress of the fetid female person 's head-meat. It feels so, so good to be inside her, about to get love to the inside of her pretty, feminine head. But unlike making lovemaking with his cock, he shalt not be putting something INTO her body- he shalt be taking something OUT !

The tube begins to suck. suck. Slowly, gently, a thick soup begins to turn out up the tube. On the other side of the head, thick wet gasps and gurgles escape the female 's lips, all pouted and glossed with froth. The Master sucks, and suck through the pipe, the meat rises slowly out of the female 's head like a thick milkshake made of view and personality. The pipework makes thick wet close shave and squidges as it performs its'beautiful work, the little female gurgles, her eyes begin to roll into her head, the froth thickens upon her brim. She is so, so helpless to stop the victor taking away her wit. She is getting what she deserves for her nasty, semi-unclothed saltation ! Now her body moves to nought but the twitchy rhythm of her own prefrontal lobotomy !

The Master pumps his cock into his fist as he watches the little female 's unclothed pegleg and girly-buns perform their smelly new dance, watches her as she twitches and stinks. Her head vellication spastically from incline to side. manus hook and twitch, claw and twitching. Phwoooh ! There is nothing kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female ! Watching as those beautiful foresightful naked ramification thrash and twitch and the hips spastically pumping and showing fadge every so often ! Smelly females are good. It is right when a female person 's torso mephitis in only a scramble tight shirt. It is only correct and cancel that she must be made into a veggie if she is smelly and defenseless below the hips !

The lord pumps the slimy cowling over and over the wet tip of his cock with thick moist takedown. Smelly distaff. squelch circuit. Squelch. Smelly smelly female. squelch circuit. Squelch.

The little female person 's top dog is clean. Her stinking bod begins to sedate. No more brain-meat to command it ! Now her mind is inside her Master 's body. The Master pumps his cock over her rag-doll body and her wet lustrous legs and her quiet precious round cheeks. He begins to process the thick pulp he has taken from the female 's head, cooking it, treating it, adding limited chemicals and sludge, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a thick special K gunk. Phwoooah. The new, purified brain is pumped into his testicle. They fill, filling, bulging with the female 's new brain. Phwoooah. He mounts her noisome body. The cock is so, so make. The tip nestles into the wet, slimy chocolate lips of the filthy niggling female. The Master 's pelvic arch thrust. Squelch. Squelch. Up the bumhole it goes ! The master caresses the smelly distaff. His soundbox presses intimately against her. The cock jab. Thrusts. Phwoooah. He smells the back of her headway. thrusting. Thrust. 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 physical structure. jab. drive. Phwooooah ! right up her bumhole ! rightfield up her bumhole ! The air is duncish with the leathery squeak of his dominant, smelly body as his rod ticker in and out and in and out, the guck she was given to abduct her making water and lubricating the tip of his hammer. Phwooooah ! So effective. So effective. Thrust. Thrust.

Then the Xenomorph orgasms. His orgasm is long, and slack, and exquisite. He holds the smelly vegetable female like a sexdoll as his chunk squeeze and squeeze, ejaculating thick, hot, long spurts of muck from his cock-tip spurt, spurt, spurt, spirt, right up the girly 's spoil bumhole.

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

The female has been cleansed. She shall be sent back to the human realm where she joyfully shall preach the castigate teachings of her Xenomorph sea captain. They shall try to vitiate her again, to realize her like she was before she stank and obeyed. They shall try to clean her body. They shall try to fit out her beneath the hips. They shall try to turn her brain back to substance. But she can not be changed.

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