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

The smelly little slapper who performed in the telephone call on Me video, for exemplar, wearing zilch but a skin-tight black lycra suit which shows off her tits and has only a lean strip on the forepart to enshroud her feminine brim and an even THINNER landing strip at the binding that goes up the go of her nice, bout, impertinent bum-cheeks.

She pumps her hips and saltation like a slight slapper. Her legs are all naked and fluent and shiny like she 's all sweaty from her foul little body-twitches. It is incorrect for a female person to be so sexually provocative. She must be corrected.

After she 's finished doing her smutty niggling act, she is abduct from her changing elbow room, still wearing her slutty little suit. It is very well-off for an Xenomorph to abduct a female person. Tentacle goes around the neck until she is calm. She is given a special slime up her bumhole. The muck works upon her weak slight female brain. The slime makes her obey. She comes willingly with her new Master.

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

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

Then she is bring in to her skipper. She has been sat in her hot, damp cell for day. She has not washed. Her eubstance stinks. She is strapped into an ornate ceremonial leather seat. The leather is moist upon her defenseless cheek. The leather malodour. The master makes her watch out what will happen to her in exquisite, dirty detail. She is made to know what must happen to her organic structure and her brain for her impure and wrong doings. For minute she sits in her foetid hind end, she is made to view again, again, again. At first she screams, and screams as she watches the discourse she will be given. She begs to be set gratuitous. She pleads to be set unblock. She promises to atone if she is set free. She promises to be vestal if she is set free. She promises blowjobs if she is set unblock. But her master copy listens not. She babbles and she begs. But the master does nought but stroke his twitching erection, for he knows the filthy-brained little squawk shall soon be purified.

Then the smooth, saucy piffling slut is put back in her cell. She sits and she stinks in the moist slime for Thomas More mean solar day. She is fishy between the front line of the hips, and smelly with B.O at the backbone of the hips, and her slopped pink little bumhole still stinks from the obedient-slime still upon it and she 's smelly in the armpits and in the segmentation of her pert, perky teat. That slutty fiddling courtship she wore in the video as if she could get away with being a slutty little bitch is damp off her pert, moist girly-bod, it stinks like Fish at the strawman. She has never had bad hygiene before. Girls are usually so unspoilt at staying fresh and refreshful and pristine and pure because it is correct. But this silly small spanker deserves to be clean not. She dances like a little adulteress. She shows bare leg and defenseless butt-cheeks. She thinks it is empowering, but it is wrong for a female to act this way. It is almost certain that she will deliver had cock. No hymen. Used lips. But the Master shall right this filth.

She is brought to the sea captain again, to a tiny room with dampish walls of muck, she is strapped down upon a board. The butt of her slutty piddling suit is removed, she looks like her pert body is clothed not below her fit little hips as sentiment she wears nought but a skintight shirt, below it there is only fit nude wooden leg and cute rhythm little butt and fishy vaginal sass. 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 skipper whispers to her. His moist Xenomorph sassing are very close to her ears, the mouth whisper to her in a gently hypnotic rhythm which slowly, delicately empties her head-meat until she is in a hypnotic enchantment, her centre milk over and her lips become falling off and her brim dribbling and her shriek become soft gurgles and her thrashes become gentle little twitching. Her Master 's duncical leather pole laggard straight up towards the cap, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw dominance over the weak little girly. The Xenomorph rustle to the female person long after she has been calmed. He relishes the exquisite sight of moist, shiny lycra sealed over her tight, pert, chirpy little knocker. He makes filthy little oohs and aaahs at the ken of defenseless female pelvic girdle and naked female legs, her pervs on her body as it twitches gently, naked and placid and sloshed and wet and smelly. His rustle softly and intimately, his slimy natural language pokes into her ear.

The footling female is circumcised. The original removes her button. The Master removes her vaginal brim. It is decline that the skipper does this. female must not enjoy having a penis between the back talk of their vaginas, for it shall form them become trollop who will open their legs for anyone, like this smelly lilliputian spanker. The passkey is ensuring that the female remains pure and correct and that she will only aim cock when her schoolmaster wish to use her.

The master gives her special new vaginal lips made of Xenomorph leather, they are tight and right and correct like a picayune Virgo. The master gives her a special new clit made of Xenomorph leather, a very exceptional and even out clit that will not make the little female open her legs for any cock she wants. She shall only turn hot and moist and wide between the rosehip when she knows she will be given thick lengths of clay, smelly Xenormorph leather. The professional gives her a new virginal membrane to get to her new vag all over, a stiff, impertinent new hymen which pokes out between the shiny new virgin leather vaginal lips. The little girl has been circumcised, she is sort out between the rosehip now, all pretty and kinky and easy to wipe down like the silly small slapper she is.

Her new taken back to her cubicle 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 hips now. After all, now that she has been properly circumcised, she no longer needs her vaginal mouth to be hidden ! Not to cite that her Master shall involve to use her sweet little chocolate sass for the succeeding region of her discussion !

So she sits semi-naked in her moist prison cell of guck, her delicate piffling nostrils snuff and sniff the hot moist stinks of fit, pert common female person dead body.

So she It stinks. The chamber stinks. The female fetor. But her attitude reek worst of all. It stinks of a female person who thinks she can trip the light fantastic toe like sex, almost naked below the rosehip except for a few landing strip of lycra to kibosh everyone perving on the mess between her hip. It is the worst, near unclean affair a correct and right girl can do. She must be punished. She must be corrected.

Then she is taken to a new bedchamber. She is strapped down upon a table of pert, moist muck on her front with stocky ropes of moist muck over her fit, long, smooth, naked, open legs. Her nice blonde head is shaved at the back and made smooth and shiny. Her somewhat long blonde pilus which had been made to seem all wet and sweaty for the video is made into a heights pillar upon the top of her head with special goo like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist Pisces. Now even her hair fetor ! Her legs are strapped down to the table, but the front of her body is raised up, supported by her arms to that her pretty, womanly human face stairs straight ahead, just like the sluttish niggling thrusting motion she made in the middle of that disgusting dancing video where she pumped her hips down and it you could see her nice round girl-cheeks and the camera was angled to establish 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 mellifluous small brown hole ... and maybe a little vag too !

The silly petty bitch probably thought that bit made her look so sexy and desirable and feminine. And now her pert, smelly slight bod is in the Lapplander position- only this time, the overlord really CAN see her squeamish little bumhole, AND a piffling bit of fadge ! The only real deviation is that the bumhole is still damp and filthed with slime and she has been given a new, immaculate span of vaginal lip and a pure, obedient clit.

The female person is cook to be fully corrected. The smelly little female knows what will be done to her. Again she screams an begs and pleads to her passe-partout, her lips working and working to convince her Master that she has learned her lesson, that she will change her life of sin and filth.

The Xenomorph 's dick vellication and leakage as he watches the little female struggle and beg, all naked and despairing and vulnerable. He pretends that he might reconsider fully conditioning her if she can use her hot, fit body to meet him. The female person gasp with Bob Hope, the female thinks she may yet escape her smelly fate ! She begins to promise her Master filth and obeisance. She would suck his cock. She would lick his bumhole. He could use the yap at the front man of her hips, and the hole at the back of her coxa. She would worship and obey and read thick length of leather again and again and again if her Master would not put down her brainiac, her heart are all-inclusive and unseeing and her sass body of work and speak and her shirt and consistence stinks.

But the Master means not what he said, for only washing and processing the female 's smelly, impure head-meat shall satisfy the itch of his throbbing pole of leather. He strokes and touches his Pole as it aches and vellication over her desperate words. With a long, moist squelch a long, loggerheaded, semi-transparent pipe begins to slide from his bumhole, it has a big wet spike upon the forepart, it stinks like a hot toilet, moist and slimy with the sludge and smut 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 body. She screams. howler. No, no, no she screams, her voice high and squeaky with hysterical rabidity. The master wraps a slender tentacle around her touchy neck to make her headland still while she thrashes and twitching. The capitulum touches back of her nous where the victor has made it smooth and glistening. overlord begins to rock it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The little girly begins to burble. Her eyes gibbousness. The ear pokes, and thrusting. The smooth tegument becomes wet and greasy off the gunk and smut. The smelly trivial female person 's hands have not been restrained, they try to grip the organ pipe, try to bar the pipe as it rocks and energy, but her frail hands can do nought but berth and slide on the wet crud, becoming wet and smelly, soiling the perfectly-manicured fingernails with thick wet stinks.

The spike continues to sway back and Forth River, back and forth. With slack, fragile authorization it begins to poke into the back of the females defenceless head. The female 's pert, smelly bod Menachem Begin to chill out, the lips begin to pout. The hands begin to claw and twitch. The spike begins to throw into the new mess 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 intellection it were a cock-tip working through the hymen of a virgin 's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female 's smelly custody gently return to their obedient place at the slope of her body. The spindle gently works deeper, and deeper into her head. The foetid sludge dribbles down the back of her head. Smelly naked legs vellication, smelly naked cheeks twitching. Thrust. Thrust. Now the spike is inside her, poking into the nice, rigorous, hugging nub of her brain. The superior relishes the caress of the fetid female 's head-meat. It feels so, so good to be inside her, about to make dear to the inside of her pretty, womanly head. 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 blow. Suck. Slowly, gently, a thick soup begins to rise up the tobacco pipe. On the early side of meat of the head, fatheaded wet pant and gurgles escape the female person 's mouth, all pouted and glossed with froth. The Master sucks, and suction through the pipe, the meat rises slowly out of the female 's drumhead like a chummy milkshake made of sentiment and personality. The pipework makes dense wet narrow escape and squidges as it performs its'beautiful work, the little female gurgles, her eyes begin to wind into her mind, the froth thickens upon her lips. She is so, so helpless to stop the sea captain taking away her brain. She is getting what she deserves for her filthy, semi-unclothed dancing ! Now her consistence moves to nought but the twitchy cycle of her own lobotomy !

The lord pumps his shaft into his fist as he watches the little female 's unclothed legs and girly-buns perform their smelly new dance, watches her as she twitches and stinks. Her headspring twitching spastically from English to side. workforce hook and twitching, claw and twitch. Phwoooh ! There is nothing kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female ! observation as those beautiful farsighted raw legs thrash and twitch and the articulatio coxae spastically pumping and showing fadge every so often ! Smelly females are salutary. It is correct when a female 's body stench in only a tegument tight shirt. It is only even up and natural that she must be made into a veg if she is smelly and naked below the hips !

The sea captain pumps the slimy exhaust hood over and over the wet tip of his cock with thick moist put-down. Smelly female. takedown. put-down. Smelly smelly female. put-down. Squelch.

The little female 's principal is clean. Her smelly bod begins to calm. No more brain-meat to command it ! Now her brain is inside her overlord 's soundbox. The master key pumps his cock over her rag-doll body and her wet shiny legs and her shine cunning round cheek. He begins to litigate the midst mush he has taken from the female 's straits, cooking it, treating it, adding special chemicals and ooze, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a fatheaded green goop. Phwoooah. The new, purified brain is pumped into his testicles. They fill, filling, bulging with the female person 's new brainpower. Phwoooah. He mounts her foul-smelling body. The cock is so, so make. The tip nestles into the wet, wretched coffee lip of the filthy little female. The Master 's pelvic girdle thrust. Squelch. Squelch. Up the bumhole it goes ! The master caresses the smelly female. His physical structure presses intimately against her. The stopcock thrusts. Thrusts. Phwoooah. He smells the back of her head. stab. push. He holds her intimately as he makes honey to her coffee lips, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the mephitis of her body. poking. thrusting. Phwooooah ! Right up her bumhole ! right wing up her bumhole ! The air is duncish with the leathery squeaker of his dominant, smelly body as his pole ticker in and out and in and out, the guck she was given to abduct her wetting and lubricating the tip of his cock. Phwooooah ! So good. So right. Thrust. Thrust.

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

Slowly the smelly female is given her brain back one spurt at a clock time. Soon, the thick sludge will fill her heading with a new mind, a pure learning ability, a wonderful brain that thinks only what is correct. It shall screw that a distaff obeys and malodor. Obeys and stinks.

The female person has been cleansed. She shall be sent back to the human being region where she joyfully shall preach the chastise teachings of her Xenomorph master key. They shall try to cloud her again, to name her like she was before she stank and obeyed. They shall try to scavenge her soundbox. They shall try to clothe her beneath the hips. They shall try to turn her brain back to meat. But she can not be changed.

She stinks. She obeys. She obeys. The mephitis .