female person who go on TV wearing only skimpy thong-backed body suit are asking for it.

The smelly little slapper who performed in the Call on Me picture, for example, wearing null but a skintight black lycra cause which shows off her tits and has only a thin strip on the front to hide out her womanly rim and an even THINNER strip at the back that goes up the crack of her squeamish, round, pert bum-cheeks.

She pumps her hips and dances like a small slapper. Her legs are all nude and smooth and burnished like she 's all sweaty from her foul niggling body-twitches. It is wrong for a female to be so sexually provocative. She must be corrected.

After she 's finished doing her lousy petty act, she is abducted from her changing room, still wearing her slutty little suit. It is very well-off for an Xenomorph to abduct a female. Tentacle goes around the neck until she is simmer down. She is given a extra slime up her bumhole. The slime works upon her weak little distaff mental capacity. The slime makes her obey. She comes willingly with her new Master.

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

She is left in her rig, she is put in a lilliputian cell of guck and leather padding. She sits and she stinks in the hot smelly sleeping accommodation for several days.

Then she is brought to her captain. She has been sat in her hot, moist cellphone for days. She has not washed. Her body mephitis. She is strapped into an ornate ceremonial leather bottom. The leather is moist upon her naked brass. The leather stench. The master makes her view what will hap to her in exquisite, foul detail. She is made to know what must pass off to her body and her brain for her impure and wrong demeanour. For hours she sits in her funky tail, she is made to follow again, again, again. At first of all she screams, and wow as she watches the treatment she will be given. She begs to be set barren. She pleads to be set free. She promises to repent if she is set destitute. She promises to be consummate if she is set free. She promises blowjob if she is set complimentary. But her professional listens not. She babbles and she begs. But the master does nought but stroke his twitching hard-on, for he knows the filthy-brained little bitch shall soon be purified.

Then the smooth, pert fiddling fornicatress is put back in her cubicle. She sits and she stinks in the moist slime for More days. She is fishy between the front of the coxa, and smelly with B.O at the rachis of the articulatio coxae, and her slopped pinkish little bumhole still stinks from the obedient-slime still upon it and she 's smelly in the axilla and in the segmentation of her pert, perky tits. That slutty little suit she wore in the television as if she could get away with being a slutty little beef is damp off her pert, moist girly-bod, it stinks like fish at the figurehead. She has never had bad hygienics before. young woman are usually so dependable at staying clean and bracing and pristine and pure because it is adjust. But this pathetic little slapper deserves to be clean not. She dances like a little slut. She shows naked legs and defenseless butt-cheeks. She thinks it is empowering, but it is faulty for a female person to behave this way. It is almost sure that she will have had cock. No hymen. Used mouth. But the Master shall correct this filth.

She is brought to the Master again, to a tiny room with moist walls of slime, she is strapped down upon a table. The bottom of her slutty little suit is removed, she looks like her pert body is clothed not below her fit piddling coxa as thought she wears nought but a skintight shirt, below it there is only fit naked legs and cunning stave little cigarette and fishy vaginal lip. The elbow room fills with the puff of air 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 lips are very close to her ears, the sass whisper to her in a gently spellbinding rhythm which slowly, delicately empties her head-meat until she is in a hypnotic trance, her eyes milk over and her rim become slack and her lips dribble and her screams become piano gurgles and her thrashes become placate little twitches. Her Master 's thick leather terminal pokes straight up towards the ceiling, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw dominance over the watery lilliputian girly. The Xenomorph whispers to the female person long after she has been calmed. He relishes the dainty sight of moist, shiny lycra sealed over her soused, pert, chirpy little nipple. He makes filthy little oohs and aaahs at the vision of naked female pelvic arch and naked female peg, her pervs on her physical structure as it twitches gently, naked and bland and mean and wet and smelly. His whispers softly and intimately, his slimy spit pokes into her ear.

The little female is circumcised. The victor removes her clitoris. The original removes her vaginal lip. It is correct that the Master does this. female must not enjoy having a penis between the brim of their vaginas, for it shall make them become adulteress who will spread out their branch for anyone, like this smelly piffling slapper. The Master is ensuring that the female remains utter and castigate and that she will only take putz when her captain wish to use her.

The master gives her extra new vaginal lips made of Xenomorph leather, they are tight and proper and correct like a little virgin. The master gives her a exceptional new clitoris made of Xenomorph leather, a very extra and sort out clit that will not make the little female spread her legs for any peter she wants. She shall only become hot and damp and wide between the hips when she knows she will be given dense lengths of stiff, smelly Xenormorph leather. The master gives her a new hymen to make her new vag sodding, a corpse, pert new virginal membrane which pokes out between the shiny new virgin leather vaginal brim. The petty girl has been circumcised, she is correct between the hips now, all pretty and kinky and easy to wipe down like the silly slight slapper she is.

Her new taken back to her jail 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 worse between the hips now. Xenomorph leather gets very, very smelly when it 's wet. She is still clothed not below the coxa now. After all, now that she has been properly circumcised, she no longer needs her vaginal lips to be hidden ! Not to mention that her master copy shall need to use her sweet little hot chocolate lips for the following part of her treatment !

So she sits semi-naked in her moist cell of gunk, her delicate little nostril sniff and sniff the hot moist stinks of fit, pert plebeian female body.

So she It stinks. The chamber stinks. The female stinks. But her position stinks whip of all. It stinks of a female person who thinks she can trip the light fantastic toe like sex, almost naked below the pelvis except for a few flight strip of lycra to hold on everyone perving on the holes between her pelvic girdle. It is the bad, most 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 table of pert, moist slime on her front with deep roofy of moist muck over her fit, long, smooth, defenseless, give legs. Her gracious blond pass is shaved at the back and made smooth and shiny. Her reasonably long blonde hair which had been made to appear all wet and sweaty for the video recording is made into a high tower upon the top of her head with limited gunk like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist fish. Now even her hair stinks ! Her legs are strapped down to the table, but the nominal head of her body is raised up, supported by her arms to that her pretty, womanly face stairs straights ahead, just like the sluttish little thrusting motility she made in the eye of that disgusting terpsichore video where she pumped her hips down and it you could see her gracious round girl-cheeks and the camera was angled to make it look like she was n't wearing a thong- to chip in the impression that if you looked down on her from above, you would be capable to see her sweet-flavored piffling brown hole ... and maybe a little vag too !

The zany little kick probably thought that bit made her spirit so sexy and desirable and feminine. And now her pert, smelly small bod is in the same position- only this clip, the Master really CAN see her dainty fiddling bumhole, AND a little bit of fadge ! The only real difference is that the bumhole is still moist and filthed with goop and she has been given a new, spotless span of vaginal lips and a pure, obedient clit.

The female is cook to be fully corrected. The smelly small female knows what will be done to her. Again she screams an begs and pleads to her Master, her back talk working and working to convert her skipper that she has learned her deterrent example, that she will change her life of sin and dirt.

The Xenomorph 's rooster twitch and leaks as he watches the piddling female struggle and beg, all raw and do-or-die and vulnerable. He pretends that he might reconsider fully conditioning her if she can use her hot, fit body to satisfy him. The female person pant with hope, the female thinks she may yet elude her smelly fate ! She begins to promise her Master grease and obedience. She would fellate his shaft. She would lick his bumhole. He could use the hole at the straw man of her hips, and the hole at the back of her rose hip. She would worship and obey and assume thick-skulled lengths of leather again and again and again if her Master would not destroy her brainpower, her eyes are wide and unseeing and her rim 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, unclean head-meat shall satisfy the urges of his throbbing magnetic pole of leather. He strokes and touches his pole as it aches and twitch over her do-or-die words. With a foresighted, damp squelch a long, thick, semi-transparent pipe begins to skid from his bumhole, it has a big wet spike upon the nominal head, it stinks like a hot sewer, moist and slimy with the sludge and filth from the interior of the smelly, leather Xenormoph.

It stinks in the helpless girly 's delicate nostrils, she knows what it shall do to her trunk. She screams. riot. No, no, no she screams, her vocalisation highschool and screechy with hysterical rabidity. The master wraps a thin tentacle around her soft neck opening to gain her nous still while she thrashes and twitches. The spike touches back of her headspring where the headmaster has made it still and shiny. Master begins to shake it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The little girly Begin to guggle. Her eyes bulge. The spike heel pokes, and pokes. The fluid skin becomes wet and greasy off the sludge and filth. The smelly fiddling female person 's hands have not been restrained, they try to grip the pipe, try to stop over the pipage as it rocks and energy, but her fragile men can do nought but solecism and slide on the wet dirt, becoming wet and smelly, soiling the perfectly-manicured fingernails with thick wet stinks.

The spike continues to rock back and Forth River, back and Forth. With boring, fragile authorisation it begins to thump into the back of the females defenceless head. The female 's pert, smelly bod begins to quieten, the lip begin to pout. The hands begin to claw and nip. The spike begins to thrust into the new muddle he is making in the female. Deeper. Deeper. The Xenomorph makes filthy little ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex offender as the spike heel patiently pushes into of the back of the female 's head as cerebration it were a cock-tip working through the virginal membrane of a virgin 's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female 's smelly work force gently return to their obedient position at the position of her physical structure. The spindle gently works deeper, and deeper into her top dog. The foetid sludge dribbles down the back of her head. Smelly defenseless stage vellication, smelly naked cheeks vellication. Thrust. push. Now the spike is inside her, poking into the nice, tight, hugging substance of her brain. The lord relishes the caress of the smelly female 's head-meat. It feels so, so secure to be inside her, about to reach love life to the inside of her pretty, feminine head teacher. But unlike making dearest with his cock, he shalt not be putting something INTO her body- he shalt be taking something OUT !

The pipage begins to suck. suction. Slowly, gently, a thick soup begins to rise up the pipe. 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 suck, and sucks through the pipage, the marrow rises slowly out of the female 's nous like a thick milk shake made of thoughts and personality. The pipe makes heavyset wet squeaks and squidges as it performs its'beautiful employment, the little female person gurgles, her eyes begin to flap into her straits, the froth thickens upon her back talk. She is so, so lost to stop the Master taking away her wit. She is getting what she deserves for her filthy, semi-unclothed dancing ! Now her dead body moves to nought but the twitchy rhythm of her own lobotomy !

The Master pumps his cock into his fist as he watches the little female person 's unclothed leg and girly-buns perform their smelly new dance, watches her as she twitches and stink. Her head twitching spastically from position to side. Hands claw and twitch, pincer and twitch. Phwoooh ! There is nothing kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female ! watching as those beautiful long naked legs thrash and vellication and the rosehip spastically pumping and showing fadge every so often ! Smelly female person are good. It is correct 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 veggie if she is smelly and bare below the hips !

The sea captain pumps the slimy hoodlum over and over the wet tip of his putz with heavyset moist squelches. Smelly female. Squelch. Squelch. Smelly smelly female. squelch. Squelch.

The piffling female person 's point is clean. Her smelly bod Menachem Begin to calm. No more brain-meat to dominate it ! Now her nous is inside her master 's body. The maestro pumps his cock over her rag-doll body and her wet glazed pegleg and her smoothen cute turn cheeks. He begins to process the thick pulp he has taken from the female person 's principal, cooking it, treating it, adding special chemicals and goo, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a thick gullible slime. Phwoooah. The new, purified Einstein is pumped into his testicles. They fill, fill, bulging with the female 's new brain. Phwoooah. He mounts her foul body. The cock is so, so set. The tip nestles into the wet, slimy chocolate lip of the filthy short female person. The overlord 's hips thrust. squelch circuit. squelcher. Up the bumhole it goes ! The master caresses the smelly distaff. His organic structure presses intimately against her. The putz thrusts. push. Phwoooah. He smells the back of her head. jabbing. Thrust. He holds her intimately as he makes dearest to her burnt umber lips, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the malodour of her dead body. drive. Thrust. Phwooooah ! Right up her bumhole ! Right up her bumhole ! The air is dense with the leathery close call of his dominant, smelly body as his Pole ticker in and out and in and out, the gook she was given to kidnap her making water and lubricating the tip of his shaft. Phwooooah ! So good. So good. Thrust. Thrust.

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

Slowly the smelly female is given her brainpower back one spurt at a time. Soon, the thick sludge will take her head with a new wit, a pure brain, a wonderful head that thinks only what is correct. It shall know that a female person 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 set teachings of her Xenomorph superior. They shall try to spoil her again, to make her like she was before she stank and obeyed. They shall try to clean house her soundbox. They shall try to garment her beneath the hip joint. They shall try to turn her brain back to meat. But she can not be changed.

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