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

The smelly little slapper who performed in the Call on Me picture, for example, wearing naught but a skin-tight black lycra suit which shows off her tits and has only a thin strip on the straw man to conceal her feminine lips and an even dilutant strip at the back that goes up the crack of her nice, cycle, saucy bum-cheeks.

She pumps her hips and dances like a minuscule slapper. Her legs are all naked and smooth and shiny like she 's all sweaty from her dirty little body-twitches. It is wrong for a female person to be so sexually provocative. She must be corrected.

After she 's finish doing her filthy lilliputian act, she is kidnap from her changing room, still wearing her slutty little suit. It is very slow for an Xenomorph to abduct a female person. Tentacle goes around the neck until she is calm. She is given a special muck up her bumhole. The slime works upon her fallible footling female person 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 yield her special treatment to make her behave correctly.

She is left in her rig, she is put in a little cell of slime and leather padding. She sits and she stinks in the hot smelly chamber for various days.

Then she is bring to her Master. She has been sat in her hot, damp cell for days. She has not washed. Her body malodor. She is strapped into an ornate ceremonial occasion leather seat. The leather is moist upon her naked nerve. The leather stinks. The captain makes her determine what will happen to her in exquisite, cruddy particular. She is made to hump what must materialise to her consistency and her brain for her impure and untimely conduct. For time of day she sits in her foul seat, she is made to look on again, again, again. At first she screams, and sidesplitter as she watches the handling she will be given. She begs to be set free. She pleads to be set destitute. She promises to repent if she is set free. She promises to be virtuous if she is set free. She promises blowjob if she is set unloose. But her overlord 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, irreverent minuscule hussy is put back in her prison cell. She sits and she stinks in the moist goo for more days. She is suspicious between the front of the pelvic arch, and smelly with B.O at the back of the hips, and her tight knock niggling 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, chirpy boob. That slutty picayune suit she wore in the television 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 front. She has never had bad hygiene before. Girls are usually so good at staying clean and fresh and pristine and pure because it is set. But this silly picayune spanker deserves to be fresh not. She dances like a little loose woman. She shows naked branch and naked butt-cheeks. She thinks it is empowering, but it is incorrect for a female to behave this way. It is almost certain that she will have had dick. No hymen. Used lips. But the superior shall correct this filth.

She is brought to the professional again, to a petite way 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 little pelvic arch as thought she wears nought but a skin-tight shirt, below it there is only fit naked legs and cute round little butt and shady vaginal lips. 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 professional whispers to her. His moist Xenomorph sassing are very close to her ears, the lips whisper to her in a gently soporific musical rhythm which slowly, delicately empties her head-meat until she is in a hypnotic trance, her eyes milk over and her brim become quagmire and her lips carry and her wow become flabby gurgles and her thrashes become gentle little twitching. Her maestro 's stocky leather rod poke straight up towards the roof, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw dominance over the feeble fiddling girly. The Xenomorph whispers to the female long after she has been calmed. He relishes the keen survey of moist, shiny lycra sealed over her tight, pert, perky short tits. He makes filthy little oohs and aaahs at the sight of naked female hips and defenseless female stage, her pervs on her dead body as it twitches gently, naked and still and miserly and wet and smelly. His whispers softly and intimately, his slimy tongue pigeon berry into her ear.

The little female is circumcised. The superior removes her clit. The master removes her vaginal lip. It is correct that the headmaster does this. female must not enjoy having a penis between the lips of their vaginas, for it shall get them become slut who will open their branch for anyone, like this smelly lilliputian spanker. The captain is ensuring that the female remains unadulterated and correct and that she will only choose cock when her Master wishes to use her.

The master gives her special new vaginal sass made of Xenomorph leather, they are squiffy and proper and correct like a piffling virgin. The maestro gives her a special new clit made of Xenomorph leather, a very special and correct button that will not make the little female spread out her pegleg for any cock she wants. She shall only become hot and moist and astray between the hips when she knows she will be given thick length of stiff, smelly Xenormorph leather. The master gives her a new hymen to make her new vag ended, a stiff, pert new hymen which pokes out between the glistening new virgin leather vaginal back talk. The little girl has been circumcised, she is correct between the hips now, all pretty and kinky and easy to pass over down like the giddy little 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 worsened 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 lips to be hidden ! Not to mention that her Master shall demand to use her sweet little chocolate lips for the future part of her intervention !

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

So she It stinks. The chamber malodor. The female malodour. But her attitude stinks high-risk of all. It stinks of a female who thinks she can dance like sex, almost naked below the hips except for a few striptease of lycra to stop everyone perving on the holes between her rose hip. It is the whip, almost 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 thick circle of moist muck over her fit, long, smooth, naked, open legs. Her nice blonde head is shaved at the dorsum and made smooth and shiny. Her pretty long blonde hair which had been made to bet all wet and sweaty for the video is made into a high tower upon the top of her head with special goop like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist fish. Now even her hair stinks ! Her wooden leg are strapped down to the table, but the front of her body is raised up, supported by her weapon system to that her pretty, feminine face stairs straightaway ahead, just like the sluttish short thrusting motion she made in the eye of that disgusting terpsichore video where she pumped her hips down and it you could see her decent troll girl-cheeks and the camera was angled to draw it wait like she was n't wearing a thong- to give the printing that if you looked down on her from above, you would be able to see her sweet little brown pickle ... and maybe a little vag too !

The silly little bitch probably thought that bit made her look so sexy and desirable and feminine. And now her pert, smelly little bod is in the Saame position- only this clock time, the skipper really CAN see her nice little bumhole, AND a lilliputian bit of fadge ! The only genuine difference is that the bumhole is still moist and filthed with sludge and she has been given a new, spotless distich of vaginal sassing and a pure, obedient clit.

The female person is ready to be fully corrected. The smelly niggling female knows what will be done to her. Again she screams an begs and pleads to her master copy, her lips working and working to convince her Master that she has learned her lesson, that she will change her life of sin and dirty word.

The Xenomorph 's cock twitch and leaks as he watches the little female person battle and beg, all raw and desperate and vulnerable. He pretends that he might reconsider fully conditioning her if she can use her hot, fit physical structure to meet him. The female gasps with Leslie Townes Hope, the female thinks she may yet break away her smelly fate ! She begins to forebode her master copy filth and obedience. She would suck his cock. She would work his bumhole. He could use the hole at the front of her pelvic girdle, and the cakehole at the cover of her hips. She would worship and obey and subscribe to thick length of leather again and again and again if her headmaster would not destroy her brain, her oculus are wide-eyed and unseeing and her lips work and speak and her shirt and trunk stinks.

But the passe-partout means not what he said, for only washing and processing the female person 's smelly, impure head-meat shall satisfy the urges of his throbbing pole of leather. He strokes and touches his pole as it aches and twitching over her desperate Christian Bible. With a farsighted, moist squelch a long, thick, semi-transparent pipe begins to slide from his bumhole, it has a big wet spike upon the strawman, it stinks like a hot sewer, moist and slimy with the goop and stain from the interior of the smelly, leather Xenormoph.

It stinks in the helpless girly 's delicate nostril, she knows what it shall do to her body. She screams. sidesplitter. No, no, no she screams, her voice high and squeaking with hysterical madness. The master wraps a slight tentacle around her delicate cervix to construct her head still while she thrashes and twitches. The ear touches back of her head word where the headmaster has made it quiet and shiny. Master begins to sway it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The little girly begins to burble. Her eyes jut. The spike heel scoke, and pokes. The smooth skin becomes wet and greasy off the gook and skank. The smelly little female person 's hands have not been restrained, they try to grip the pipework, try to stop the pipage as it rocks and get-up-and-go, but her ticklish paw can do nought but slip-up and microscope slide on the wet filth, becoming wet and smelly, soiling the perfectly-manicured fingernails with compact wet stinks.

The ear continues to rock back and Forth, back and Forth River. With decelerate, delicate ascendence it begins to stab into the back of the females defenceless head. The female 's pert, smelly bod begins to quiet, the lips begin to mow. The hands begin to claw and tweet. The ear begins to thrust into the new hole he is making in the female. Deeper. Deeper. The Xenomorph makes smutty piddling ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex offender as the spike patiently pushes into of the back of the female 's head as cerebration it were a cock-tip working through the hymen of a virgin 's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female 's smelly work force gently return to their obedient stance at the position of her body. The ear gently works deeper, and deeper into her headspring. The foetid sludge dribbles down the back of her head. Smelly naked wooden leg twitching, smelly naked cheeks twitch. drive. stab. Now the spike heel is inside her, poking into the nice, tight, hugging nub of her brainpower. The skipper relishes the caress of the smelly female 's head-meat. It feels so, so goodness to be inside her, about to arrive at love to the inside of her pretty, feminine oral sex. But unlike making love with his prick, he shalt not be putting something INTO her body- he shalt be taking something OUT !

The tobacco pipe begins to draw. sucking. Slowly, gently, a thick soup begins to rise up the piping. On the other side of the head, midst wet gasps and gurgles escape the female 's sassing, 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 thought process and personality. The pipe makes thickly wet squeaks and squidges as it performs its'beautiful work, the niggling female person gurgles, her eyes begin to roll into her fountainhead, the froth thickens upon her lips. She is so, so lost to end the Master taking away her encephalon. She is getting what she deserves for her filthy, semi-unclothed dancing ! Now her body moves to nought but the twitchy rhythm of her own lobotomy !

The passe-partout pumps his prick into his clenched fist as he watches the little female person 's unclothed ramification and girly-buns perform their noisome new dance, watches her as she twitches and stench. Her forefront twitches spastically from English to side. Hands claw and twitch, claw and vellication. Phwoooh ! There is goose egg kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female ! watching as those beautiful hanker naked legs thrash and twitch and the hips spastically pumping and showing fadge every so often ! Smelly female are safe. It is chasten when a female 's body reek in only a skin tight shirt. It is only make up and cancel that she must be made into a vegetable if she is smelly and nude below the hips !

The Master pumps the slimy cowling over and over the wet tip of his cock with fatheaded moist squelches. Smelly female person. squelcher. Squelch. Smelly smelly female person. Squelch. Squelch.

The footling female 's head is uncontaminating. Her smelly bod begins to cool it. No more brain-meat to command it ! Now her brain is inside her Master 's body. The Master pumps his dick over her rag-doll eubstance and her wet shiny branch and her still cute round of drinks cheeks. He begins to process the thick pulp he has taken from the female 's head, cooking it, treating it, adding limited chemical and slime, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a compact green sludge. Phwoooah. The new, purified brainpower is pumped into his testicles. They fill, fill, bulging with the female 's new Einstein. Phwoooah. He mounts her smelly body. The cock is so, so quick. The tip nestles into the wet, slimy chocolate lips of the filthy footling female. The master key 's hips thrust. Squelch. Squelch. Up the bumhole it goes ! The passkey caresses the smelly female. His body presses intimately against her. The dick thrusts. Thrusts. Phwoooah. He smells the cover of her head. Thrust. Thrust. He holds her intimately as he makes love to her deep brown lips, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the stinks of her body. Thrust. drive. Phwooooah ! Right up her bumhole ! rightfield up her bumhole ! The air is thick with the leathery squeak of his dominant, smelly torso as his pole heart in and out and in and out, the gook she was given to abduct her wetting and lubricating the tip of his cock. Phwooooah ! So skillful. So good. Thrust. Thrust.

Then the Xenomorph coming. His coming is long, and slack, and exquisite. He holds the smelly veg female person like a sexdoll as his testicle wring and squeeze, ejaculating midst, hot, long spurts of guck from his cock-tip spurt, squirt, spirt, 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 take her head word with a new mentality, a pure mentality, a wonderful brain that thinks only what is correct. It shall get it on that a female obeys and stench. Obeys and stinks.

The female person has been cleansed. She shall be sent back to the man realm where she joyfully shall preach the correct instruction of her Xenomorph professional. They shall try to corrupt her again, to construct her like she was before she stank and obeyed. They shall try to pick her body. They shall try to apparel her beneath the hip joint. They shall try to sour her Einstein back to meat. But she can not be changed.

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