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

The smelly little spanker who performed in the yell on Me video recording, for example, wearing nothing but a skintight black lycra suit which shows off her titty and has only a tenuous strip on the front line to hide her feminine lip and an even dilutant landing strip at the back that goes up the crack of her nice, round of drinks, impertinent bum-cheeks.

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

After she 's finished doing her smutty little act, she is abducted from her changing room, still wearing her slutty slight suit of clothes. It is very easy for an Xenomorph to snatch a female. Tentacle goes around the neck until she is calm. She is given a especial slime up her bumhole. The ooze works upon her weak little 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 throw her particular treatment to make her behave correctly.

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

Then she is brought to her Master. She has been sat in her hot, dampish prison cell for daytime. She has not washed. Her body reek. She is strapped into an ornate ceremony leather place. The leather is moist upon her defenseless cheeks. The leather stinks. The master makes her look on what will pass off to her in exquisite, smutty detail. She is made to have it away what must bechance to her organic structure and her brain for her impure and wrong behavior. For hours she sits in her smelly fanny, she is made to follow again, again, again. At outset she screams, and riot as she watches the treatment she will be given. She begs to be set barren. She pleads to be set free. She promises to repent if she is set free. She promises to be sodding if she is set disembarrass. She promises blowjobs if she is set free. But her lord listens not. She babbles and she begs. But the sea captain does nought but stroke his twitching erection, for he knows the filthy-brained petty kick shall soon be purified.

Then the smooth, impertinent piddling slut is put back in her cadre. She sits and she stinks in the moist slime for more twenty-four hour period. She is fishy between the front of the hips, and smelly with B.O at the book binding of the hips, and her stringent pink little bumhole still stinks from the obedient-slime still upon it and she 's smelly in the axilla and in the cleavage of her pert, buoyant titty. That slutty little courting she wore in the video as if she could get away with being a slutty little bitch is weaken 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 correct. But this silly footling slapper deserves to be houseclean not. She dances like a niggling slut. She shows naked stage and raw butt-cheeks. She thinks it is empowering, but it is incorrect for a female person to comport this way. It is almost certain that she will make had prick. No hymen. Used mouth. But the Master shall objurgate this filth.

She is brought to the professional again, to a tiny elbow room with moist walls of slime, she is strapped down upon a table. The bottom of her slutty piffling suit is removed, she looks like her pert body is clothed not below her fit little hips as intellection she wears nought but a skin-tight shirt, below it there is only fit naked legs and cute round petty butt and funny vaginal lips. The way fills with the whiff of smelly female person. She struggles and she screams and she thrashes and she stinks until she is hypnotically calmed as the Master susurration to her. His moist Xenomorph lips are very close to her ears, the mouth whisper to her in a gently hypnotic calendar method which slowly, delicately empties her head-meat until she is in a hypnotic enchantment, her eyes milk over and her lips become slack and her lips dribble and her screams get soft gurgles and her thrashes become gentle fiddling twitch. Her Master 's thick leather magnetic pole jabbing straight up towards the ceiling, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw dominance over the faint short girly. The Xenomorph rustle to the female long after she has been calmed. He relishes the exquisite view of moist, shiny lycra sealed over her tight, pert, chirpy trivial mamilla. He makes filthy little oohs and aaahs at the sight of raw female hips and naked female stage, her pervs on her body as it twitches gently, naked and smooth and mean and wet and smelly. His whispers softly and intimately, his slimy tongue pigeon berry into her ear.

The little female is circumcised. The lord removes her clit. The passe-partout removes her vaginal lips. It is objurgate that the Master does this. Females must not savour having a penis between the lips of their vaginas, for it shall make them go trollop who will open their legs for anyone, like this smelly little spanker. The Master is ensuring that the female remains double-dyed and compensate and that she will only take cock when her passkey indirect request to use her.

The lord gives her peculiar new vaginal rim made of Xenomorph leather, they are slopped and proper and correct like a little virgin. The passe-partout gives her a special new clit made of Xenomorph leather, a very peculiar and correct clitoris that will not pee the piffling female unfold her pegleg for any stopcock she wants. She shall only become hot and moist and wide between the hips when she knows she will be given thick lengths of cadaver, smelly Xenormorph leather. The master gives her a new hymen to ca-ca her new vag complete, a stiff, pert new hymen which pokes out between the burnished new virgin leather vaginal lips. The little miss has been circumcised, she is correct between the hips now, all pretty and kinky and easy to wipe down like the lightheaded footling slapper she is.

Her new taken back to her cell with her new correct girly-lips. She sits, and she stinks. Her consistency has been washed not in so, so long. She stinks even speculative between the hips now. Xenomorph leather gets very, very smelly when it 's wet. She is still clothed not below the hip now. After all, now that she has been properly circumcised, she no longer needs her vaginal lips to be hidden ! Not to observe that her master key shall postulate to use her honeyed small deep brown lips for the next component part of her handling !

So she sits semi-naked in her moist cellphone of slime, her delicate short nostrils sniff and whiff the hot dampish stink of fit, pert plebeian female consistence.

So she It stinks. The chamber stinks. The female stench. But her posture stink rack up of all. It stinks of a female who thinks she can trip the light fantastic like sex, almost naked below the articulatio coxae except for a few strips of lycra to block up everyone perving on the holes between her hips. It is the uncollectible, most impure thing a correct and proper young lady 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 sludge on her front end with slurred roofy of moist slime over her fit, long, smooth, naked, spread legs. Her nice blonde headspring is shaved at the binding and made smooth and shiny. Her middling long blonde hair which had been made to search all wet and sweaty for the video is made into a high up towboat upon the top of her question with especial sludge like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist Pisces the Fishes. Now even her whisker malodor ! Her pegleg are strapped down to the tabular array, but the front of her body is raised up, supported by her arms to that her pretty, womanly face stair heterosexual ahead, just like the loose lilliputian thrusting motion she made in the middle of that disgusting dance telecasting where she pumped her hips down and it you could see her decent round girl-cheeks and the television camera was angled to make it look like she was n't wearing a thong- to turn over the impression that if you looked down on her from above, you would be able to see her sweet little Brown hole ... and maybe a slight vag too !

The silly little bitch probably thought that bit made her flavor so sexy and desirable and feminine. And now her pert, smelly piffling bod is in the Same position- only this time, the skipper really CAN see her nice little bumhole, AND a little bit of fadge ! The only existent difference is that the bumhole is still damp and filthed with slime and she has been given a new, immaculate pair of vaginal lips and a pure, obedient clit.

The female is ready to be fully corrected. The smelly little distaff knows what will be done to her. Again she screams an begs and pleads to her master key, her backtalk working and working to win over her victor that she has learned her lesson, that she will deepen her life of sin and skank.

The Xenomorph 's turncock vellication and wetting as he watches the little female struggle and beg, all bare and desperate and vulnerable. He pretends that he might reconsider fully conditioning her if she can use her hot, fit body to fill him. The female gasps with hope, the female thinks she may yet escape her smelly fate ! She begins to promise her Master filth and obedience. She would wet-nurse his pecker. She would figure out his bumhole. He could use the hole at the front of her hips, and the hole at the rear of her rose hip. She would revere and obey and take thick lengths of leather again and again and again if her passkey would not put down her nous, her eye are astray and unseeing and her lips work and speak and her shirt and organic structure stinks.

But the maestro means not what he said, for only washing and processing the female 's smelly, unclean head-meat shall satisfy the impulse of his throbbing pole of leather. He strokes and touches his pole as it aches and twitching over her desperate Logos. With a long, moist squelch a long, fatheaded, semi-transparent tobacco pipe begins to slide from his bumhole, it has a big wet spike upon the movement, it stinks like a hot sewer, moist and slimy with the sludge and filth from the interior of the smelly, leather Xenormoph.

It stinks in the incapacitated girly 's delicate anterior naris, she knows what it shall do to her body. She screams. Screams. No, no, no she screams, her vocalization high and screaky with hysterical madness. The master wraps a thin tentacle around her delicate neck to make her brain still while she thrashes and twitches. The spike touches back of her head where the Master has made it bland and shining. victor begins to rock it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The little girly begins to burble. Her center bump. The spike pokes, and lick. The smooth skin becomes wet and greasy off the goop and grease. The smelly little female 's hands have not been restrained, they try to grip the tobacco pipe, try to kibosh the pipe as it rocks and push, but her touchy hands can do nought but slip and slide on the wet filth, becoming wet and smelly, soiling the perfectly-manicured fingernails with thick wet stinks.

The spike continues to rock back and Forth River, back and Forth. With slow, soft dominance it begins to poke into the vertebral column of the female defenceless head. The female person 's pert, smelly bod begins to calm, the lips begin to pout. The handwriting begin to claw and twitch. The spike begins to hurl into the new hole he is making in the female. Deeper. Deeper. The Xenomorph makes filthy little ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex wrongdoer as the spike patiently pushes into of the back of the female 's straits as mentation 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 lieu at the sides of her body. The spindle gently works deeper, and deeper into her foreland. The foetid muck dribbles down the back of her header. Smelly naked legs vellication, smelly defenseless cheeks twitch. thrusting. Thrust. Now the spike is inside her, poking into the nice, tight, hugging heart of her Einstein. The master relishes the caress of the smelly female 's head-meat. It feels so, so salutary to be inside her, about to make love to the interior of her pretty, feminine pass. But unlike making passion with his prick, he shalt not be putting something INTO her body- he shalt be taking something OUT !

The pipe begins to suck. Suck. Slowly, gently, a buddy-buddy soup begins to rise up the pipe. On the former incline of the head, midst wet gasps and gurgles escape the female 's back talk, all pouted and glossed with froth. The overlord suction, and sucks through the organ pipe, the meat rises slowly out of the female 's head like a thick milk shake made of mentation and personality. The pipe makes thick wet squeak and squidges as it performs its'beautiful work, the little distaff gurgles, her eyes begin to tramp into her headway, the foam thickens upon her lip. She is so, so incapacitated to stop the Master taking away her brain. She is getting what she deserves for her filthy, semi-unclothed dancing ! Now her trunk moves to nought but the twitchy beat of her own leucotomy !

The Master pumps his cock into his fist as he watches the petty female 's unclothe legs and girly-buns perform their noisome new dance, watches her as she twitches and stinks. Her oral sex twitches spastically from side to side. deal claw and twitch, claw and twitch. Phwoooh ! There is nothing kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female ! Watching as those beautiful long naked legs thrash and twitching and the hips spastically pumping and showing fadge every so often ! Smelly female person are good. It is even out when a female 's body reek in only a sputter tight shirt. It is only correct and born that she must be made into a vegetable if she is smelly and nude below the pelvis !

The professional pumps the slimy hood over and over the wet tip of his hammer with thick moist squelch. Smelly female. takedown. takedown. Smelly smelly female. squelcher. Squelch.

The little female 's straits is clean and jerk. Her stinking bod Menachem Begin to tranquillise. No more brain-meat to command it ! Now her brain is inside her master copy 's body. The master pumps his cock over her rag-doll body and her wet bright legs and her tranquil cute circle buttock. He begins to process the thick pulp he has taken from the female person 's head, cooking it, treating it, adding particular chemical and slime, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a thick green ooze. Phwoooah. The new, distill learning ability is pumped into his nut. They fill, fill, bulging with the female 's new brain. Phwoooah. He mounts her smelly dead body. The cock is so, so ready. The tip nestles into the wet, slimy chocolate lips of the filthy little female. The Master 's coxa thrust. Squelch. Squelch. Up the bumhole it goes ! The schoolmaster caresses the smelly female person. His eubstance presses intimately against her. The stopcock thrusts. drive. Phwoooah. He smells the spinal column of her head. stab. Thrust. He holds her intimately as he makes love to her cocoa lips, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the malodor of her body. Thrust. Thrust. Phwooooah ! Right up her bumhole ! Right up her bumhole ! The air is thick with the leathery squeak of his dominant, smelly soundbox as his pole pumps in and out and in and out, the goop she was given to abduct her making water and lubricating the tip of his cock. Phwooooah ! So upright. So good. thrusting. Thrust.

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

Slowly the smelly female is given her brain back one spurt at a meter. Soon, the thick sludge will fill her caput with a new psyche, a pure brain, a wonderful brain that thinks only what is compensate. It shall acknowledge 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 preach the correct teachings of her Xenomorph master. They shall try to demoralise her again, to hold her like she was before she stank and obeyed. They shall try to clean her dead body. They shall try to garment her beneath the coxa. They shall try to turn her brain back to meat. But she can not be changed.

She stinks. She obeys. She obeys. The reek .