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

The smelly fiddling slapper who performed in the shout on Me video, for example, wearing aught but a skintight lightlessness lycra wooing which shows off her tits and has only a thin strip on the straw man to hide her feminine lips and an even thinner comic strip at the binding that goes up the crack of her nice, troll, impertinent bum-cheeks.

She pumps her pelvic arch and dance like a little slapper. Her legs are all au naturel and smooth and shiny like she 's all sweaty from her smutty niggling body-twitches. It is faulty for a female person to be so sexually provocative. She must be corrected.

After she 's finished doing her dirty little act, she is abducted from her changing room, still wearing her slutty little suit. It is very well-fixed for an Xenomorph to snatch a female person. Tentacle goes around the neck until she is chill out. She is given a especial gook up her bumhole. The slime works upon her light petty female brain. The slime makes her obey. She comes willingly with her new Master.

She is taken to a special sanctum where her new professional can give her limited treatment to urinate her behave correctly.

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

Then she is brought to her Master. She has been sat in her hot, moist cell for twenty-four hour period. She has not washed. Her body fetor. She is strapped into an ornate ceremony leather seat. The leather is moist upon her naked cheeks. The leather stinks. The victor makes her watch what will bump to her in exquisite, filthy detail. She is made to cognize what must happen to her body and her mind for her impure and wrong doings. For hours she sits in her smelly seat, she is made to watch again, again, again. At showtime she screams, and screams as she watches the intervention she will be given. She begs to be set free. She pleads to be set free. She promises to rue if she is set unloosen. She promises to be everlasting if she is set free people. She promises cock sucking if she is set unfreeze. But her Master listens not. She babbles and she begs. But the master does nought but stroke his twitching erection, for he knows the filthy-brained short bitch shall soon be purified.

Then the smooth, impertinent petty slut is put back in her cell. She sits and she stinks in the moist slime for to a greater extent solar day. She is fishy between the front of the rosehip, and smelly with B.O at the back of the pelvic arch, and her tight pink fiddling bumhole still stinks from the obedient-slime still upon it and she 's smelly in the armpits and in the cleavage of her pert, chirpy titmouse. That slutty small lawsuit she wore in the video as if she could get away with being a slutty slight bitch is damp off her pert, moist girly-bod, it stinks like Pisces the Fishes at the figurehead. She has never had bad hygiene before. young woman are usually so commodity at staying unclouded and wise and pristine and pure because it is correct. But this cockamamy piddling slapper deserves to be clean not. She dances like a petty fornicatress. She shows naked wooden leg and naked butt-cheeks. She thinks it is empowering, but it is faulty for a female to behave this way. It is almost sealed that she will possess had cock. No virginal membrane. Used lips. But the original shall redress this filth.

She is brought to the Master again, to a tiny room with damp bulwark of slime, she is strapped down upon a table. The backside of her slutty little suit is removed, she looks like her pert body is clothed not below her fit little hips as thought process she wears nought but a skintight shirt, below it there is only fit naked legs and precious beat small cigaret and suspicious vaginal lips. The elbow 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 whispers to her. His moist Xenomorph sassing are very close to her capitulum, the brim 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 eye milk over and her backtalk become slack and her lips carry and her shout turn gentle gurgles and her thrashes become patrician little twitch. Her master 's thick-skulled leather pole pokes straight up towards the cap, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw laterality over the watery little girly. The Xenomorph whispers to the female person long after she has been calmed. He relishes the keen stack of moist, shiny lycra sealed over her compressed, saucy, chirpy little tits. He makes filthy little oohs and aaahs at the sight of naked female hip and naked female legs, her pervs on her torso as it twitches gently, raw and placid and blotto and wet and smelly. His whispers softly and intimately, his despicable tongue laggard into her ear.

The piffling female is circumcised. The Master removes her clitoris. The master key removes her vaginal lip. It is correct that the captain does this. female must not enjoy having a penis between the rim of their vaginas, for it shall make them turn loose woman who will spread their legs for anyone, like this smelly piffling spanker. The skipper is ensuring that the female remains pure and correct and that she will only take cock when her lord want to use her.

The master gives her limited new vaginal lips made of Xenomorph leather, they are tight and proper and correct like a footling virgin. The master gives her a particular new clit made of Xenomorph leather, a very special and correct clit that will not draw the little distaff open her legs for any putz she wants. She shall only turn hot and moist and panoptic between the hips when she knows she will be given chummy lengths of stiff, smelly Xenormorph leather. The master gives her a new hymen to make her new vag stark, a stiff, pert new hymen which pokes out between the sheeny new virgin leather vaginal lip. The little girl has been circumcised, she is redress between the hips now, all pretty and kinky and easy to wipe down like the silly fiddling slapper she is.

Her new taken back to her cellular phone with her new compensate girly-lips. She sits, and she stinks. Her body has been washed not in so, so long. She stinks even regretful 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 lip to be hidden ! Not to mention that her Master shall want to use her sweet little chocolate backtalk for the next part of her treatment !

So she sits semi-naked in her moist cubicle of ooze, her delicate small nostril snuff and sniff the hot moist fetor of fit, pert unwashed female consistency.

So she It stinks. The chamber stinks. The female stench. But her attitude stinks worst of all. It stinks of a female person who thinks she can dance like sex, almost naked below the rose hip except for a few strips of lycra to discontinue everyone perving on the cakehole between her hips. It is the defective, about impure thing a correct and proper little girl can do. She must be punished. She must be corrected.

Then she is taken to a new bedroom. She is strapped down upon a tabular array of pert, moist slime on her front man with thick rope of moist gook over her fit, long, smooth, au naturel, open pegleg. Her nice blonde head is shaved at the back and made smooth and shiny. Her pretty foresighted blonde hair which had been made to expect all wet and sweaty for the video is made into a high up tower upon the top of her head with peculiar slime like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist fish. Now even her hair stinks ! Her pegleg are strapped down to the table, but the front of her body is raised up, supported by her sleeve to that her pretty, feminine face stairs straight person ahead, just like the sluttish little thrusting motility she made in the heart of that disgusting dance video where she pumped her hips down and it you could see her overnice cycle girl-cheeks and the camera was angled to make it front like she was n't wearing a thong- to cave in the belief that if you looked down on her from above, you would be able to see her sweet little brown muddle ... and maybe a picayune vag too !

The silly niggling kick probably thought that bit made her expression so aphrodisiacal and desirable and feminine. And now her pert, smelly little bod is in the same position- only this time, the Master really CAN see her nice little bumhole, AND a short bit of fadge ! The only substantial conflict is that the bumhole is still moist and filthed with muck and she has been given a new, immaculate pair of vaginal lips and a pure, obedient clit.

The female is set up 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, her rim working and working to win over her Master that she has learned her example, that she will change her life of sin and vulgarism.

The Xenomorph 's peter twitches and passing water as he watches the fiddling female conflict and beg, all au naturel 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 distaff pant with hope, the distaff thinks she may yet break loose her smelly fate ! She begins to promise her Master filth and obedience. She would suck his cock. She would lick his bumhole. He could use the golf hole at the front of her hips, and the hole at the back of her hips. She would worship and obey and take thick-skulled duration of leather again and again and again if her Master would not put down her brain, her oculus are wide and unseeing and her backtalk study and speak and her shirt and body stinks.

But the Master means not what he said, for only washing and processing the female person 's smelly, impure head-meat shall fill the itch of his throbbing pole of leather. He strokes and touches his pole as it aches and vellication over her heroic intelligence. With a recollective, damp squelch a yearn, thick, semi-transparent pipework begins to slide from his bumhole, it has a big wet spike heel upon the front, it stinks like a hot sewer, moist and slimy with the guck and dirt 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 eubstance. She screams. sidesplitter. No, no, no she screams, her voice high up and squealing with hysterical lunacy. The master copy wraps a thin tentacle around her delicate cervix to make her head still while she thrashes and twitches. The spike touches back of her promontory where the Master has made it tranquil and bright. Master begins to shake it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The small girly Begin to burble. Her center hump. The spike garget, and pigeon berry. The bland skin becomes wet and greasy off the sludge and skank. The smelly little female 's hands have not been restrained, they try to grip the tobacco pipe, try to stop the pipe as it rocks and pushing, but her soft hands can do nought but slip and chute on the wet obscenity, becoming wet and smelly, soiling the perfectly-manicured fingernails with thick wet stinks.

The stiletto heel continues to rock back and Forth, back and forth. With slow, ticklish say-so it begins to pound into the vertebral column of the females defenceless head. The female 's pert, smelly bod begins to calm, the lips begin to mow. The hands begin to claw and tweet. The spike begins to thrust into the new hole he is making in the female. Deeper. Deeper. The Xenomorph makes lousy petty ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex offender as the capitulum patiently pushes into of the back of the female 's nous as mentation it were a cock-tip working through the virginal membrane of a virgin 's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female 's ill-scented helping hand gently return to their obedient position at the side of meat of her body. The spike gently works deeper, and deeper into her head. The foetid guck dribbles down the back of her pass. Smelly naked legs vellication, smelly naked cheeks twitch. stab. Thrust. Now the capitulum is inside her, poking into the gracious, tight, hugging center of her brain. The superior relishes the caress of the stinking female 's head-meat. It feels so, so honest to be inside her, about to get to passion to the inside of her pretty, feminine head. But unlike making love with his dick, he shalt not be putting something INTO her body- he shalt be taking something OUT !

The piping begins to suck. sucking. Slowly, gently, a thick soup begins to rebel up the pipe. On the other incline of the head, loggerheaded wet gasp and gurgles escape the female 's rim, all pouted and glossed with froth. The overlord sucking, and sucks through the organ pipe, the meat rises slowly out of the female 's head like a buddy-buddy milkshake made of thoughts and personality. The pipe makes thick wet squeaks and squidges as it performs its'beautiful piece of work, the little female gurgles, her eyes begin to seethe into her head, the froth thickens upon her lip. She is so, so helpless to stop the Master taking away her mind. She is getting what she deserves for her cruddy, semi-unclothed dancing ! Now her body moves to nought but the twitchy round of her own prefrontal leukotomy !

The Master pumps his hammer into his fist as he watches the little female 's strip legs and girly-buns perform their smelly new dance, watches her as she twitches and stinks. Her brain vellication spastically from side to side. Hands hook 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 stage thrash and twitch and the hips spastically pumping and showing fadge every so often ! Smelly female are soundly. It is correct when a female 's body stink in only a skin tight shirt. It is only redress and natural that she must be made into a vegetable if she is smelly and defenseless below the coxa !

The schoolmaster pumps the slimy thug over and over the wet tip of his cock with stocky moist squelches. Smelly female. Squelch. Squelch. Smelly smelly female. takedown. Squelch.

The little female person 's head is clean. Her fetid bod Begin to calm. No more brain-meat to require it ! Now her brain is inside her Master 's trunk. The victor pumps his cock over her rag-doll body and her wet shiny legs and her politic cute round buttock. He begins to process the midst pulp he has taken from the female 's straits, cooking it, treating it, adding special chemical substance and goop, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a thick green sludge. Phwoooah. The new, sanctify brain is pumped into his nut. They fill, fill, bulging with the female person 's new genius. Phwoooah. He mounts her smelly organic structure. The hammer is so, so ready. The tip nestles into the wet, slimy chocolate lip of the filthy little female. The Master 's rosehip thrust. put-down. Squelch. Up the bumhole it goes ! The maestro caresses the smelly female. His eubstance presses intimately against her. The cock thrusts. poke. Phwoooah. He smells the back of her question. poking. Thrust. He holds her intimately as he makes love to her umber brim, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the stinks of her trunk. driving force. jabbing. Phwooooah ! Right up her bumhole ! rightfulness up her bumhole ! The air is thick with the leathery squeak of his dominant, smelly body as his pole heart in and out and in and out, the slime she was given to nobble her wetting and lubricating the tip of his cock. Phwooooah ! So thoroughly. So expert. poke. Thrust.

Then the Xenomorph coming. His orgasm is long, and slow down, and exquisite. He holds the smelly vegetable female like a sexdoll as his ballock power play and power play, ejaculating thick, hot, long jet of slime from his cock-tip spurt, spurt, squirt, spurt, right up the girly 's deflowered bumhole.

Slowly the smelly female is given her brain back one spurt at a time. Soon, the midst sludge will occupy her head with a new wit, a pure brain, a wonderful brain that thinks only what is set. It shall roll in the hay that a female obeys and stink. Obeys and stinks.

The female has been cleansed. She shall be sent back to the homo realm where she joyfully shall preach the sort out pedagogy of her Xenomorph master. They shall try to corrupt her again, to piss her like she was before she stank and obeyed. They shall try to clean her body. They shall try to clothe her beneath the hips. They shall try to turn her encephalon back to meat. But she can not be changed.

She stinks. She obeys. She obeys. The stink .