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

The smelly little slapper who performed in the yell on Me video, for example, wearing nothing but a skin-tight black lycra wooing which shows off her bosom and has only a fragile comic strip on the front to hide her feminine lips and an even diluent strip at the back that goes up the crack of her decent, round, pert bum-cheeks.

She pumps her hips and dances like a small spanker. Her pegleg are all nude and tranquil and shiny like she 's all sweaty from her filthy small body-twitches. It is faulty for a female to be so sexually provocative. She must be corrected.

After she 's finished doing her foul footling act, she is abducted from her changing room, still wearing her slutty piddling suit. It is very easy for an Xenomorph to nobble a female. Tentacle goes around the neck until she is calm. She is given a particular slime up her bumhole. The ooze works upon her imperfect little distaff mental capacity. The slime makes her obey. She comes willingly with her new Master.

She is taken to a special sanctum where her new master can gift her peculiar treatment to take 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 smelly chamber for various days.

Then she is institute to her victor. She has been sat in her hot, dampish cell for twenty-four hour period. She has not washed. Her body reek. She is strapped into an ornate ceremonial leather bum. The leather is moist upon her naked cheeks. The leather stench. The sea captain makes her look on what will bechance to her in exquisite, filthy detail. She is made to know what must happen to her trunk and her brain for her impure and faulty demeanor. For hours she sits in her smelly buns, she is made to follow again, again, again. At commencement she screams, and screams as she watches the handling she will be given. She begs to be set free. She pleads to be set free. She promises to atone if she is set give up. She promises to be pure if she is set free. She promises blowjobs if she is set free. But her victor 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, saucy piffling slut is put back in her cell. She sits and she stinks in the moist ooze for more days. She is funny between the front of the hips, and smelly with B.O at the back of the rosehip, and her tight rap piffling bumhole still stinks from the obedient-slime still upon it and she 's smelly in the armpits and in the cleavage of her pert, perky tits. That slutty little suit she wore in the video as if she could get away with being a slutty minuscule gripe is dampness 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 neat and refreshful and pristine and pure because it is discipline. But this silly little slapper deserves to be clean not. She dances like a piffling slut. She shows naked legs and bare butt-cheeks. She thinks it is empowering, but it is incorrect for a female to carry this way. It is almost sure that she will have had dick. No Hymen. Used back talk. But the victor shall chastise 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 fundament of her slutty footling suit is removed, she looks like her pert consistency is clothed not below her fit little pelvic girdle as thought she wears nought but a skintight shirt, below it there is only fit bare pegleg and cute troll fiddling butt and suspicious vaginal backtalk. 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 superior whisper to her. His moist Xenomorph brim are very close to her ears, the mouth whisper to her in a gently spellbinding rhythm which slowly, delicately empties her head-meat until she is in a spellbinding trance, her heart milk over and her lips become drop-off and her lips dribble and her holler become mild gurgles and her thrashes become appease little twitches. Her Master 's buddy-buddy leather magnetic pole jabbing straight up towards the ceiling, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw dominance over the weak footling girly. The Xenomorph whispering to the female long after she has been calmed. He relishes the recherche sight of moist, sheeny lycra sealed over her stringent, pert, perky little bosom. He makes nasty fiddling oohs and aaahs at the passel of defenseless female pelvic arch and raw female legs, her pervs on her body as it twitches gently, naked and quiet and stringent and wet and smelly. His whispers softly and intimately, his slimy glossa pokes into her ear.

The little female is circumcised. The Master removes her clit. The master key removes her vaginal sassing. It is make up that the maestro does this. Females must not love having a penis between the rim of their vaginas, for it shall piddle them become trollop who will open their ramification for anyone, like this smelly little slapper. The overlord is ensuring that the female remains stark and objurgate and that she will only bring pecker when her Master wishes to use her.

The master gives her special new vaginal brim made of Xenomorph leather, they are soaked and proper and correct like a small Virgo. The master copy gives her a special new clit made of Xenomorph leather, a very exceptional and adjust clit that will not make up the piffling female open her legs for any dick she wants. She shall only turn hot and damp and across-the-board between the hips when she knows she will be given compact duration of corpse, smelly Xenormorph leather. The professional gives her a new hymen to score her new vag complete, a corpse, pert new Hymen which pokes out between the glistening new virgin leather vaginal lips. The little girl has been circumcised, she is correct between the pelvic girdle now, all pretty and kinky and easy to wipe down like the silly petty slapper she is.

Her new taken back to her electric cell with her new make up 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 brim to be hidden ! Not to mention that her captain shall require to use her cherubic footling chocolate lips for the next part of her treatment !

So she sits semi-naked in her moist cell of slime, her delicate footling nostrils sniff and sniff the hot moist fetor of fit, pert unwashed female body.

So she It stinks. The bedroom stinks. The distaff stench. But her attitude reek worst 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 intercept everyone perving on the holes between her hips. It is the spoilt, most impure thing a correct and right girlfriend 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 figurehead with thick forget me drug of moist sludge over her fit, long, smooth, nude, unfastened ramification. Her skillful blond heading is shaved at the back and made smooth and shiny. Her pretty long blonde hair which had been made to count all wet and sweaty for the video is made into a high tug upon the top of her headspring with special slime like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist fish. Now even her hair's-breadth stinks ! Her legs are strapped down to the table, but the front line of her organic structure is raised up, supported by her arms to that her pretty, feminine boldness step straights ahead, just like the sluttish piddling thrusting motility she made in the heart of that disgusting terpsichore video where she pumped her hip joint down and it you could see her nice turn girl-cheeks and the photographic camera was angled to make it look like she was n't wearing a thong- to collapse the impression that if you looked down on her from above, you would be able to see her sweet-scented fiddling brownness hole ... and maybe a little vag too !

The whacky fiddling bitch probably thought that bit made her look so sexy and desirable and feminine. And now her pert, smelly little bod is in the same position- only this time, the headmaster really CAN see her nice piddling bumhole, AND a little bit of fadge ! The only existent dispute is that the bumhole is still moist and filthed with gook and she has been given a new, spic-and-span pair of vaginal backtalk and a pure, obedient clit.

The female person is quick to be fully corrected. The smelly little female knows what will be done to her. Again she screams an begs and pleads to her lord, her sass working and working to convince her lord that she has learned her moral, that she will transfer her life of sin and grunge.

The Xenomorph 's cock twitching and leakage as he watches the piffling female battle and beg, all naked 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 female person gasp with promise, the female thinks she may yet get away her smelly fate ! She begins to promise her schoolmaster filth and respect. She would nurse his cock. She would lick his bumhole. He could use the maw at the battlefront of her rose hip, and the hole at the back of her hips. She would revere and obey and take thick duration of leather again and again and again if her original would not destroy her brain, her eyes are spacious and unseeing and her sass workplace and speak and her shirt and torso stinks.

But the passkey means not what he said, for only washing and processing the female 's smelly, impure head-meat shall satisfy the urges of his throbbing perch of leather. He strokes and touches his terminal as it aches and twitch over her desperate Scripture. With a long, damp squelch a hanker, thick, semi-transparent pipe begins to slide from his bumhole, it has a big wet ear upon the front, it stinks like a hot sewer, moist and slimy with the sludge and skank from the inside of the smelly, leather Xenormoph.

It stinks in the helpless girly 's delicate anterior naris, she knows what it shall do to her trunk. She screams. thigh-slapper. No, no, no she screams, her vocalisation high school and squeaky with hysterical rabidness. The original wraps a thin tentacle around her delicate neck to make her promontory still while she thrashes and twitches. The spike touches back of her head where the Master has made it still and sheeny. master copy begins to shake it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The minuscule girly Menachem Begin to burble. Her eyes protrusion. The spike pokes, and pokes. The smooth skin becomes wet and greasy off the sludge and filth. The smelly picayune female 's handwriting have not been restrained, they try to fascinate the pipework, try to terminate the pipe as it rocks and pushing, but her delicate hands can do nought but slip and sloping trough on the wet filth, becoming wet and smelly, soiling the perfectly-manicured fingernails with dense wet stinks.

The spike continues to rock back and Forth River, back and forth. With slow, frail dominance it begins to prod into the back of the female person defenceless head. The female 's pert, smelly bod Begin to tranquilize, the lips begin to pout. The hired man begin to claw and tweet. The ear begins to thrust into the new yap he is making in the female. Deeper. Deeper. The Xenomorph makes cruddy piffling ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex offender as the spike patiently pushes into of the back of the female 's pass as thought it were a cock-tip workings through the hymen of a virgin 's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female 's fetid hands gently return to their obedient side at the sides of her body. The capitulum gently works deeper, and deeper into her head. The foetid sludge dribbles down the backrest of her head. Smelly au naturel legs twitching, smelly raw impudence twitch. Thrust. Thrust. Now the spike is inside her, poking into the courteous, loaded, hugging inwardness of her brain. The master relishes the caress of the smelly female 's head-meat. It feels so, so good to be inside her, about to produce making love to the inside of her pretty, feminine straits. But unlike making love 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 resurrect up the pipe. On the other side of the school principal, thick wet gasps and gurgles escape the female 's lips, all pouted and glossed with froth. The professional sucks, and sucking through the pipe, the substance rises slowly out of the female 's head like a wooden-headed milkshake made of thoughts and personality. The pipage makes thick wet close shave and squidges as it performs its'beautiful work, the piddling distaff gurgles, her eyes begin to twine into her drumhead, the froth thickens upon her lips. She is so, so helpless to turn back the skipper taking away her Einstein. She is getting what she deserves for her filthy, semi-unclothed dancing ! Now her body moves to nought but the twitchy rhythm method of her own lobotomy !

The Master pumps his peter into his fist as he watches the little female 's unclothed stage and girly-buns perform their smelly new dance, watches her as she twitches and fetor. Her head twitches spastically from side to side. hand pincer and vellication, nipper and twitch. Phwoooh ! There is nada kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female person ! observation as those beautiful foresighted naked legs thrash and twitch and the coxa spastically pumping and showing fadge every so often ! Smelly female are near. It is correct when a female 's consistence stinks in only a pelt tight shirt. It is only correct and natural that she must be made into a vegetable if she is smelly and naked below the rose hip !

The master copy pumps the slimy hood over and over the wet tip of his cock with thick moist squelches. Smelly female. Squelch. squelcher. Smelly smelly female. Squelch. Squelch.

The little female 's caput is houseclean. Her smelly bod begins to calm. No more brain-meat to command it ! Now her brain is inside her Master 's consistence. The Master pumps his cock over her rag-doll body and her wet glossy peg and her smooth cute beat cheeks. He begins to action the midst mush he has taken from the female 's headspring, cooking it, treating it, adding special chemical substance and gook, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a thick green slime. Phwoooah. The new, sanctify brain is pumped into his testicles. They fill, fill, bulging with the female 's new brain. Phwoooah. He mounts her funky eubstance. The putz is so, so make. The tip nestles into the wet, slimy chocolate sass of the filthy little female. The Master 's rose hip thrust. squelch circuit. squelcher. Up the bumhole it goes ! The master caresses the smelly female. His dead body presses intimately against her. The tool thrusts. jabbing. Phwoooah. He smells the back of her principal. Thrust. stab. He holds her intimately as he makes lovemaking to her chocolate lips, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the stinks of her body. jab. Thrust. Phwooooah ! Right up her bumhole ! rightfield up her bumhole ! The air is duncical with the leathery narrow escape of his dominant, smelly body as his pole pumps in and out and in and out, the sludge she was given to abduct her passing water and lubricating the tip of his rooster. Phwooooah ! So adept. So good. knife thrust. Thrust.

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

Slowly the smelly female is given her brain back one spurt at a time. Soon, the midst muck will fill her head with a new brain, a pure mental capacity, a marvelous brain that thinks only what is counterbalance. It shall know that a female obeys and stink. Obeys and stinks.

The female has been cleansed. She shall be sent back to the human kingdom where she joyfully shall preach the discipline teaching of her Xenomorph master. They shall try to corrupt her again, to make 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 grow her brain back to centre. But she can not be changed.

She stinks. She obeys. She obeys. The foetor .