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

The smelly little slapper who performed in the margin call on Me television, for example, wearing zero but a skintight black lycra suit which shows off her tits and has only a lose weight strip on the front to shroud her womanly lip and an even THINNER striptease at the rear that goes up the quip of her nice, round, saucy bum-cheeks.

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

After she 's end doing her cruddy little act, she is abduct from her changing room, still wearing her slutty little case. It is very well-to-do for an Xenomorph to abduct a female person. Tentacle goes around the neck until she is composure. She is given a particular slime up her bumhole. The goo works upon her weak footling female person brain. The slime makes her obey. She comes willingly with her new Master.

She is taken to a special sanctum sanctorum where her new overlord can give her peculiar treatment to make her behave correctly.

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

Then she is brought to her passe-partout. She has been sat in her hot, moist cell for days. She has not washed. Her body stinks. She is strapped into an flowery ceremony leather seat. The leather is moist upon her raw cheeks. The leather stinks. The master makes her look out what will happen to her in exquisite, dirty detail. She is made to know what must fall out to her body and her wit for her impure and wrongfulness behaviour. For 60 minutes she sits in her fetid backside, she is made to watch again, again, again. At first she screams, and screams as she watches the discourse she will be given. She begs to be set rid. She pleads to be set free. She promises to atone if she is set gratuitous. She promises to be everlasting if she is set gratuitous. She promises blowjobs if she is set discharge. 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 little beef shall soon be purified.

Then the smooth, irreverent little slattern is put back in her cellular telephone. She sits and she stinks in the moist ooze for to a greater extent Day. She is fishy between the nominal head of the pelvic girdle, and smelly with B.O at the back of the pelvic girdle, and her tight rap 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 teat. That slutty slight suit she wore in the video as if she could get away with being a slutty niggling gripe is weaken off her pert, dampish girly-bod, it stinks like Fish at the front. She has never had bad hygiene before. Girls are usually so good at staying unclouded and sweet and pristine and pure because it is correct. But this silly trivial slapper deserves to be clean not. She dances like a little slut. She shows naked legs 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 peter. No Hymen. Used lips. But the Master shall correct this filth.

She is brought to the Master again, to a tiny way with moist paries of sludge, she is strapped down upon a mesa. The behind of her slutty little lawsuit is removed, she looks like her pert eubstance is clothed not below her fit little coxa as view she wears nought but a skintight shirt, below it there is only fit naked legs and cute rhythm little butt and fishy vaginal lip. The room 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 skipper susurration to her. His moist Xenomorph lip are very close to her pinna, the sass whisper to her in a gently hypnotic rhythm which slowly, delicately empties her head-meat until she is in a hypnotic trance, her eyes milk over and her lips become quag and her brim dribble and her sidesplitter turn soft gurgles and her thrashes become placate fiddling twitches. Her Master 's thickheaded leather pole dawdler straight up towards the roof, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw authorisation over the weak niggling girly. The Xenomorph whispers to the female long after she has been calmed. He relishes the exquisite sight of moist, glazed lycra sealed over her tight, impertinent, perky trivial nipple. He makes filthy little oohs and aaahs at the sight of naked female hips and naked female branch, her pervs on her body as it twitches gently, defenseless and smooth and nasty and wet and smelly. His whisper softly and intimately, his slimy tongue slug into her ear.

The niggling female is circumcised. The Master removes her clit. The sea captain removes her vaginal backtalk. It is correct that the overlord does this. Females must not enjoy having a penis between the lips of their vaginas, for it shall make them become jade who will spread their wooden leg for anyone, like this smelly little slapper. The captain is ensuring that the female remains pure and compensate and that she will only take cock when her master copy compliments to use her.

The master gives her peculiar new vaginal rim made of Xenomorph leather, they are tight and right and correct like a little virgin. The master gives her a peculiar new clit made of Xenomorph leather, a very special and chastise clit that will not take a crap the little female person open her legs for any tool she wants. She shall only go hot and moist and across-the-board between the hips when she knows she will be given thick duration of cadaver, smelly Xenormorph leather. The master gives her a new hymen to build her new vag gross, a stiff, impertinent new hymen which pokes out between the shining new Virgin leather vaginal brim. The little fille has been circumcised, she is right between the coxa now, all pretty and kinky and easy to wipe down like the silly small 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 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 lips to be hidden ! Not to mention that her master shall ask to use her odorous minuscule hot chocolate lips for the next theatrical role of her handling !

So she sits semi-naked in her moist cell of slime, her delicate little nostril sniff and sniff the hot dampish mephitis of fit, pert common female torso.

So she It stinks. The chamber stinks. The female malodour. But her attitude stench defective of all. It stinks of a female person who thinks she can trip the light fantastic toe like sex, almost naked below the hips except for a few airstrip of lycra to barricade everyone perving on the hole between her coxa. It is the worst, to the highest degree impure matter a correct and proper 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 mesa of pert, moist slime on her front with thick ropes of moist slime over her fit, long, smooth, raw, open legs. Her Nice blonde head is shaved at the dorsum and made smooth and shiny. Her fairly retentive blonde whisker which had been made to face all wet and sweaty for the video is made into a mellow tower upon the top of her head with especial guck like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist Pisces. Now even her hair stinks ! Her leg are strapped down to the table, but the front of her consistency is raised up, supported by her limb to that her pretty, feminine face stairs straights ahead, just like the sluttish little thrusting motility she made in the centre of that disgusting saltation video where she pumped her hip joint down and it you could see her skillful round girl-cheeks and the camera was angled to make it look like she was n't wearing a thong- to cave in the impression that if you looked down on her from above, you would be capable to see her sweet small dark-brown hole ... and maybe a little vag too !

The pathetic little bitch probably thought that bit made her look so aphrodisiac and desirable and feminine. And now her pert, smelly footling bod is in the same position- only this time, the master key really CAN see her dainty piffling bumhole, AND a footling bit of fadge ! The lone real difference is that the bumhole is still moist and filthed with goop and she has been given a new, immaculate twosome of vaginal lips and a pure, obedient clit.

The female person is ready to be fully corrected. The smelly footling female knows what will be done to her. Again she screams an begs and pleads to her skipper, her lips working and working to convert her Master that she has learned her lesson, that she will change her living of sin and filth.

The Xenomorph 's cock twitches and leaks as he watches the trivial 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 fulfil him. The female person gasp with hope, the female thinks she may yet run away her smelly fate ! She begins to forebode her Master filthiness and obedience. She would take up his cock. She would lick his bumhole. He could use the mess at the social movement of her hip joint, and the hole at the back of her hips. She would worship and obey and take stocky lengths of leather again and again and again if her master copy would not destroy her mentality, her eyes are extensive and sightless and her brim oeuvre and speak and her shirt and dead body stinks.

But the overlord 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 twitch over her dire words. With a long, moist squelch a long, thick, semi-transparent pipe begins to slide from his bumhole, it has a big wet capitulum upon the front, it stinks like a hot cloaca, moist and slimy with the sludge and filth from the inside of the smelly, leather Xenormoph.

It stinks in the incapacitated girly 's delicate nostrils, she knows what it shall do to her body. She screams. Screams. No, no, no she screams, her voice in high spirits and squeaky with hysteric madness. The master wraps a thinly tentacle around her ticklish neck to make her nous still while she thrashes and twitches. The spike touches back of her oral sex where the superior has made it smooth and shiny. Master begins to rock it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The slight girly begins to burble. Her center bulge. The spike pokes, and dawdler. The smooth skin becomes wet and greasy off the goop and grime. The smelly little female 's manpower have not been restrained, they try to grip the pipe, try to turn back the piping as it rocks and thrust, but her delicate work force can do nought but slide and microscope slide on the wet obscenity, becoming wet and smelly, soiling the perfectly-manicured fingernails with thick wet stinks.

The spike continues to sway back and forth, back and Forth River. With slow, finespun control it begins to horn in into the cover of the female person defenceless head. The female 's pert, smelly bod begins to tranquillize, the lips begin to pout. The hands begin to claw and twitch. The spindle begins to thrust into the new hole he is making in the female person. Deeper. Deeper. The Xenomorph makes filthy little ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex offender as the spike heel patiently pushes into of the back of the female 's head as opinion it were a cock-tip working through the hymen of a virgin 's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female 's smelly custody gently return to their obedient location at the sides of her torso. The spike gently works deeper, and deeper into her head. The foetid sludge dribbles down the spine of her head. Smelly naked ramification twitch, smelly naked brass vellication. Thrust. Thrust. Now the spike is inside her, poking into the Nice, tight, hugging meat of her brain. The passkey relishes the caress of the foul female person 's head-meat. It feels so, so good to be inside her, about to make love to the inside of her pretty, feminine caput. But unlike making love with his cock, he shalt not be putting something INTO her body- he shalt be taking something OUT !

The pipe begins to suckle. suction. Slowly, gently, a thick soup begins to rise up the pipage. On the former side of the head, fatheaded wet gasps and gurgles escape the female 's lips, all pouted and glossed with froth. The sea captain sucking, and sucks through the pipe, the meat rises slowly out of the female 's head like a boneheaded milkshake made of thoughts and personality. The pipe makes deep wet squeaks and squidges as it performs its'beautiful work, the little female gurgles, her eyes begin to wheel into her head, the froth thickens upon her lips. She is so, so helpless to stop the Master taking away her brain. She is getting what she deserves for her dirty, semi-unclothed dance ! Now her dead body moves to nought but the twitchy beat of her own lobotomy !

The Master pumps his cock into his fist as he watches the little female person 's strip pegleg and girly-buns perform their smelly new dance, watches her as she twitches and foetor. Her chief twitches spastically from side to side. Hands pincer and twitching, claw and twitching. Phwoooh ! There is nothing kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female person ! Watching as those beautiful long naked leg thrash and twitch and the hips spastically pumping and showing fadge every so often ! Smelly female person are good. It is redress when a female 's body stinks in only a clamber tight shirt. It is only even out and innate that she must be made into a veg if she is smelly and naked below the rosehip !

The skipper pumps the slimy hood over and over the wet tip of his dick with loggerheaded moist squelches. Smelly female person. Squelch. Squelch. Smelly smelly distaff. squelch. Squelch.

The little female 's head is clean. Her smelly bod begins to calm. No more brain-meat to control it ! Now her mind is inside her Master 's soundbox. The sea captain pumps his shaft over her rag-doll body and her wet bright legs and her smooth cute unit of ammunition cheeks. He begins to process the thick mush he has taken from the female 's head, cooking it, treating it, adding exceptional chemical and slimes, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a thick viridity goop. Phwoooah. The new, distill mentality is pumped into his ballock. They fill, fill, bulging with the female 's new mind. Phwoooah. He mounts her noisome consistency. The cock is so, so make. The tip nestles into the wet, slimy chocolate rim of the filthy small female. The maestro 's hips thrust. Squelch. Squelch. Up the bumhole it goes ! The master caresses the smelly female person. His body presses intimately against her. The cock thrusts. thrusting. Phwoooah. He smells the back of her head. poke. thrust. He holds her intimately as he makes love to her chocolate sassing, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the stink of her body. Thrust. Thrust. Phwooooah ! rightfield up her bumhole ! right field up her bumhole ! The air is thick with the leathery squeak of his dominant allele, smelly body as his pole ticker in and out and in and out, the slime she was given to kidnap her wetting and lubricating the tip of his shaft. Phwooooah ! So soundly. So safe. Thrust. Thrust.

Then the Xenomorph sexual climax. His climax is long, and slow, and exquisite. He holds the smelly vegetable female like a sexdoll as his bollock squeeze and squeezing, ejaculating midst, hot, longsighted spurts of muck from his cock-tip jet, jet, spurt, spurt, right up the girly 's vitiate bumhole.

Slowly the smelly female is given her brainiac back one jet at a meter. Soon, the thick sludge will satisfy her head with a new brain, a pure brain, a tremendous brain that thinks only what is even out. It shall know that a female 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 didactics of her Xenomorph passe-partout. They shall try to sully her again, to cause her like she was before she stank and obeyed. They shall try to clean her trunk. They shall try to clothe her beneath the hips. They shall try to turn her brain back to substance. But she can not be changed.

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