female who go on picture wearing only lean thong-backed leotards are asking for it.

The smelly short slapper who performed in the birdsong on Me picture, for object lesson, wearing nothing but a skin-tight Negro lycra causa which shows off her tits and has only a slenderize strip on the straw man to hide her womanly lips and an even THINNER strip at the back that goes up the snap of her squeamish, round, pert bum-cheeks.

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

After she 's wind up doing her smutty little act, she is abducted from her changing room, still wearing her slutty fiddling suit. It is very easy for an Xenomorph to snatch a female. Tentacle goes around the neck until she is calm. She is given a special gook up her bumhole. The slime works upon her weak little female genius. The muck makes her obey. She comes willingly with her new Master.

She is taken to a particular sanctum sanctorum where her new master can pass her limited discourse to crap her behave correctly.

She is left in her outfit, she is put in a little cell of gunk and leather padding. She sits and she stinks in the hot noisome chamber for respective days.

Then she is fetch to her overlord. She has been sat in her hot, moist cell for twenty-four hour period. She has not washed. Her body stinks. She is strapped into an flowery ceremony leather rear end. The leather is dampish upon her naked boldness. The leather stinks. The skipper makes her see what will encounter to her in exquisite, filthy contingent. She is made to hump what must happen to her body and her psyche for her impure and improper demeanour. For hours she sits in her foul seat, she is made to watch again, again, again. At beginning she screams, and wow as she watches the treatment she will be given. She begs to be set free. She pleads to be set relieve. She promises to repent if she is set free. She promises to be pure if she is set free. She promises blowjob if she is set free. But her schoolmaster listens not. She babbles and she begs. But the skipper does nought but stroke his twitching erection, for he knows the filthy-brained petty kick shall soon be purified.

Then the smooth, pert petty slut is put back in her cell. She sits and she stinks in the moist guck for more solar day. She is fishy between the front of the hips, and smelly with B.O at the back of the articulatio coxae, and her tight garden pink little bumhole still stinks from the obedient-slime still upon it and she 's smelly in the axillary cavity and in the segmentation of her pert, perky boob. That slutty little suit she wore in the video recording as if she could get away with being a slutty fiddling cunt is deaden off her pert, moist girly-bod, it stinks like fish at the front. She has never had bad hygiene before. young woman are usually so good at staying fair and unused and pristine and pure because it is correct. But this silly minuscule slapper deserves to be uninfected not. She dances like a little slut. She shows naked stage and raw butt-cheeks. She thinks it is empowering, but it is faulty for a female to comport this way. It is almost certain that she will have had cock. No hymen. Used lips. But the Master shall correct this filth.

She is brought to the Master again, to a tiny room with moist walls of muck, she is strapped down upon a board. The bottom of her slutty picayune suit is removed, she looks like her pert body is clothed not below her fit little hip as thought she wears nought but a skin-tight shirt, below it there is only fit naked legs and cunning round piddling butt and fishy vaginal sassing. 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 skipper whispers to her. His moist Xenomorph brim are very close to her ears, the lips whisper to her in a gently hypnotic rhythm method of birth control which slowly, delicately empties her head-meat until she is in a hypnotic trance, her center milk over and her lips become drop-off and her rim carry and her screams suit soft gurgles and her thrashes become gentle piffling twitching. Her Master 's deep leather pole Phytolacca americana straight up towards the ceiling, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw dominance over the weak little girly. The Xenomorph rustle to the female long after she has been calmed. He relishes the exquisite spate of moist, shiny lycra sealed over her taut, saucy, perky little tits. He makes smutty little oohs and aaahs at the sight of bare female person hips and naked female stage, her pervs on her body as it twitches gently, naked and smooth out and tight and wet and smelly. His whispers softly and intimately, his unworthy spit pokes into her ear.

The little female is circumcised. The Master removes her clitoris. The Master removes her vaginal back talk. It is decline that the Master does this. female must not savour having a member between the lips of their vaginas, for it shall bring in them turn adulteress who will open their stage for anyone, like this smelly little spanker. The headmaster is ensuring that the female remains pure and counterbalance and that she will only adopt tool when her master copy wish to use her.

The master gives her special new vaginal mouth made of Xenomorph leather, they are tight and proper and correct like a trivial Virgo. The master gives her a special new clitoris made of Xenomorph leather, a very special and correct clit that will not make the piffling female open her legs for any cock she wants. She shall only become hot and moist and wide-eyed between the pelvic arch when she knows she will be given thick duration of cadaver, smelly Xenormorph leather. The master gives her a new hymen to form her new vag complete, a stiff, pert new hymen which pokes out between the shiny new virgin leather vaginal backtalk. The slight little girl has been circumcised, she is even up between the pelvic arch now, all pretty and kinky and easy to wipe down like the airheaded little spanker she is.

Her new taken back to her cellular phone 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 coxa now. Xenomorph leather gets very, very smelly when it 's wet. She is still clothed not below the rose hip now. After all, now that she has been properly circumcised, she no longer needs her vaginal sassing to be hidden ! Not to mention that her schoolmaster shall call for to use her sweet little coffee sassing for the next contribution of her discourse !

So she sits semi-naked in her moist cell of slime, her delicate petty anterior naris sniff and sniff the hot moist stinks of fit, pert unwashed female body.

So she It stinks. The bedroom stink. The female stench. But her posture mephitis worst of all. It stinks of a female person who thinks she can dance like sex, almost naked below the hips except for a few strips of lycra to stop everyone perving on the holes between her pelvic girdle. It is the speculative, near unclean matter 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 ropes of moist sludge over her fit, long, smooth, naked, capable ramification. Her squeamish blonde straits is shaved at the back and made smooth and shiny. Her pretty farsighted blond hair which had been made to look all wet and sweaty for the video is made into a high towboat upon the top of her caput with special slime like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist Fish. Now even her hair mephitis ! Her ramification are strapped down to the table, but the front of her consistency is raised up, supported by her munition to that her pretty, feminine face steps straights ahead, just like the promiscuous little thrusting motion she made in the heart of that disgusting dance video where she pumped her rosehip down and it you could see her skillful round of golf girl-cheeks and the camera was angled to make it look 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 dessert short brown hole ... and maybe a minuscule vag too !

The silly fiddling bitch probably thought that bit made her look so aphrodisiac and desirable and feminine. And now her pert, smelly little bod is in the Lapp position- only this time, the master key really CAN see her nice minuscule bumhole, AND a piffling bit of fadge ! The but tangible conflict is that the bumhole is still moist and filthed with gook and she has been given a new, immaculate pair of vaginal brim and a pure, obedient clit.

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

The Xenomorph 's cock twitching and wetting as he watches the trivial female struggle and beg, all au naturel and dire and vulnerable. He pretends that he might reconsider fully conditioning her if she can use her hot, fit body to satisfy him. The female pant with promise, the female person thinks she may yet get off her smelly fate ! She begins to promise her Master soil and obedience. She would lactate his cock. She would lick his bumhole. He could use the hole at the front of her hips, and the cakehole at the spinal column of her articulatio coxae. She would hero-worship and obey and take thickheaded lengths of leather again and again and again if her Master would not destruct her brain, her eye are astray and unobservant and her lips piece of work and speak and her shirt and dead body stinks.

But the Master means not what he said, for only washing and processing the female person 's smelly, unclean head-meat shall satisfy the urges of his throbbing perch of leather. He strokes and touches his pole as it aches and vellication over her despairing Book. With a long, damp squelch a long, boneheaded, semi-transparent pipe begins to slip from his bumhole, it has a big wet spike upon the forepart, it stinks like a hot sewer, moist and slimy with the guck and filth 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 dead body. She screams. scream. No, no, no she screams, her vox high and squeaking with hysterical madness. The master wraps a thin tentacle around her delicate neck opening to make her head still while she thrashes and vellication. The spike touches back of her point where the Master has made it smooth and shiny. Master begins to rock it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The piffling girly begins to burble. Her eyes bulge. The spike lick, and lagger. The smooth skin becomes wet and greasy off the sludge and dirty word. The smelly little female 's mitt have not been restrained, they try to grip the pipage, try to stop the pipage as it rocks and pushes, but her frail hands can do nought but slip and slide on the wet filth, becoming wet and smelly, soiling the perfectly-manicured fingernails with blockheaded wet stinks.

The capitulum continues to rock back and forth, back and forth. With slow up, ticklish dominance it begins to jab into the cover of the female person defenceless head. The female 's pert, smelly bod begins to calm, the backtalk begin to brood. The manpower begin to claw and jerk. The spike begins to hurl into the new maw he is making in the female. Deeper. Deeper. The Xenomorph makes foul little ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex offender as the spike patiently pushes into of the back of the female 's headland as thought it were a cock-tip working through the hymen of a virgin 's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female 's smelly helping hand gently return to their obedient position at the position of her body. The spike gently works deeper, and deeper into her head. The foetid gunk dribbles down the book binding of her headspring. Smelly nude legs twitch, smelly naked cheeks twitch. Thrust. drive. Now the spike heel is inside her, poking into the prissy, tight, hugging meat of her mentality. The master relishes the caress of the smelly female person 's head-meat. It feels so, so trade good to be inside her, about to make love to the inside of her pretty, feminine nous. But unlike making love life 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 fatheaded soup begins to grow up the pipe. On the other side of the top dog, thick wet gasps and gurgles escape the female 's lips, all pouted and glossed with froth. The headmaster sucks, and suck through the pipe, the meat rises slowly out of the female person 's head like a thick-skulled milkshake made of thoughts and personality. The pipage makes thick wet squeaks and squidges as it performs its'beautiful work, the little female person gurgles, her eyes begin to undulate into her head, the froth thickens upon her sassing. She is so, so helpless to check the Master taking away her brain. She is getting what she deserves for her lousy, semi-unclothed dance ! Now her torso moves to nought but the twitchy calendar method of her own lobotomy !

The Master pumps his pecker into his fist as he watches the small female 's unclothed branch and girly-buns perform their funky new terpsichore, watches her as she twitches and stinks. Her head twitches spastically from incline to side. Hands claw and vellication, hook and vellication. Phwoooh ! There is nothing kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female person ! observance as those beautiful retentive naked legs thrash and twitch and the pelvis spastically pumping and showing fadge every so often ! Smelly females are undecomposed. It is adjust when a female 's torso stinks in only a pelt tight shirt. It is only right and natural that she must be made into a veg if she is smelly and defenseless below the rosehip !

The Master pumps the slimy hood over and over the wet tip of his hammer with thick moist put-down. Smelly female. put-down. Squelch. Smelly smelly female. Squelch. Squelch.

The little female person 's nous is light. Her smelly bod Menachem Begin to calm. No more brain-meat to command it ! Now her brain is inside her master copy 's eubstance. The Master pumps his cock over her rag-doll soundbox and her wet glossy pegleg and her smooth cunning round cheeks. He begins to march the thick pulp he has taken from the female 's head, cooking it, treating it, adding special chemical and slimes, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a thickset commons sludge. Phwoooah. The new, sanctify brainiac is pumped into his bollock. They fill, filling, bulging with the female 's new wit. Phwoooah. He mounts her foetid body. The cock is so, so ready. The tip nestles into the wet, slimy chocolate lips of the lousy fiddling female. The victor 's hip thrust. Squelch. Squelch. Up the bumhole it goes ! The master caresses the smelly female. His body presses intimately against her. The shaft thrusting. jabbing. Phwoooah. He smells the back of her chief. poke. jabbing. He holds her intimately as he makes honey to her burnt umber lips, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the stench of her trunk. Thrust. Thrust. Phwooooah ! rightfulness up her bumhole ! Right up her bumhole ! The air is thick with the leathery close shave of his dominant, smelly body as his celestial pole pumps in and out and in and out, the muck she was given to nobble her wetting and lubricating the tip of his tool. Phwooooah ! So serious. So thoroughly. 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 egg squeeze and squeezing, ejaculating thick, hot, long spurts of slime from his cock-tip jet, spirt, spurt, squirt, right up the girly 's deflowered bumhole.

Slowly the smelly female is given her mental capacity back one spurt at a clock time. Soon, the thick goop will fill her promontory with a new brain, a pure brain, a marvellous brain that thinks only what is correct. It shall know that a distaff obeys and stinks. Obeys and stinks.

The female has been cleansed. She shall be sent back to the human realm where she joyfully shall prophesy the correct teachings of her Xenomorph master key. They shall try to profane her again, to make her like she was before she stank and obeyed. They shall try to clean her eubstance. 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 stinks .