Females who go on videos wearing only lean thong-backed tights are asking for it.

The smelly minuscule slapper who performed in the Call on Me video recording, for deterrent example, wearing cipher but a skintight Negroid lycra suit of clothes which shows off her tits and has only a reduce strip on the front to hide her feminine lip and an even thinner strip at the spinal column that goes up the crack of her nice, troll, pert bum-cheeks.

She pumps her articulatio coxae and dancing like a picayune slapper. Her legs are all naked and quiet and glazed like she 's all sweaty from her filthy lilliputian body-twitches. It is wrong for a female to be so sexually provocative. She must be corrected.

After she 's stop doing her filthy piffling act, she is abducted from her changing room, still wearing her slutty little cause. It is very easily for an Xenomorph to abduct a female. Tentacle goes around the neck until she is calm. She is given a extra guck up her bumhole. The guck works upon her feeble little female brain. The slime makes her obey. She comes willingly with her new Master.

She is taken to a special holy where her new master can dedicate her exceptional treatment to make her behave correctly.

She is left in her rig, she is put in a small cell of goo and leather padding. She sits and she stinks in the hot smelly sleeping accommodation for respective days.

Then she is brought to her Master. She has been sat in her hot, moist cell for daytime. She has not washed. Her body stench. She is strapped into an flowery ceremonial leather seat. The leather is damp upon her naked brass. The leather stinks. The sea captain makes her watch what will befall to her in exquisite, filthy detail. She is made to know what must bump to her soundbox and her brain for her impure and faulty doings. For hours she sits in her smelly seat, she is made to catch again, again, again. At foremost she screams, and screams as she watches the treatment she will be given. She begs to be set unloosen. She pleads to be set release. She promises to regret if she is set free. She promises to be saturated if she is set free. She promises blowjobs if she is set free. But her overlord listens not. She babbles and she begs. But the passkey does nought but stroke his twitching erection, for he knows the filthy-brained little bitch shall soon be purified.

Then the smooth, pert trivial slut is put back in her cell. She sits and she stinks in the moist muck for more Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. She is funny between the front of the rosehip, and smelly with B.O at the rear of the coxa, and her blotto pink little 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, perky tits. That slutty trivial suit she wore in the TV as if she could get away with being a slutty picayune bitch is damp off her pert, damp girly-bod, it stinks like fish at the battlefront. She has never had bad hygiene before. girlfriend are usually so good at staying pick and unfermented and pristine and pure because it is correct. But this silly picayune spanker deserves to be clean and jerk not. She dances like a little slut. She shows au naturel branch and bare butt-cheeks. She thinks it is empowering, but it is incorrect for a female person to do this way. It is almost certain that she will have had cock. No hymen. Used backtalk. But the Master shall correct this filth.

She is brought to the Master again, to a diminutive room with moist walls of muck, she is strapped down upon a table. The behind of her slutty small wooing is removed, she looks like her pert body is clothed not below her fit fiddling pelvis as thought she wears nought but a skintight shirt, below it there is only fit nude stage and cute round little bottom and fishy vaginal lip. The room fills with the puff of smelly female. She struggles and she screams and she thrashes and she stinks until she is hypnotically calmed as the Master voicelessness to her. His moist Xenomorph back talk are very close to her ears, the lips whisper to her in a gently spellbinding calendar method which slowly, delicately empties her head-meat until she is in a hypnotic trance, her eyes milk over and her lip become quag and her brim dribble and her belly laugh become sonant gurgles and her thrashes get gentle piffling twitches. Her schoolmaster 's thickset leather pole sack straight up towards the ceiling, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw dominance over the washy little girly. The Xenomorph whispers to the female long after she has been calmed. He relishes the exquisite ken of moist, shiny lycra sealed over her tight, saucy, perky fiddling knocker. He makes nasty picayune oohs and aaahs at the sight of naked female hips and naked female legs, her pervs on her trunk as it twitches gently, naked and smooth and close and wet and smelly. His rustling softly and intimately, his slimy tongue sack into her ear.

The little female person is circumcised. The maestro removes her button. The schoolmaster removes her vaginal lip. It is correct that the Master does this. Females must not savour having a penis between the brim of their vaginas, for it shall puddle them become hussy who will open up their legs for anyone, like this smelly short slapper. The Master is ensuring that the female remains pure and correct and that she will only take stopcock when her Master regard to use her.

The master gives her special new vaginal lip made of Xenomorph leather, they are tight and proper and correct like a piddling Virgo the Virgin. The master gives her a particular new clit made of Xenomorph leather, a very special and correct button that will not piddle the little female open her legs for any cock she wants. She shall only suit hot and moist and wide between the hip joint when she knows she will be given duncical lengths of cadaver, smelly Xenormorph leather. The original gives her a new Hymen to make her new vag unadulterated, a stiff, pert new virginal membrane which pokes out between the shiny new virgin leather vaginal lips. The piffling little girl has been circumcised, she is correct between the hip joint now, all pretty and kinky and easy to pass over down like the silly little slapper she is.

Her new taken back to her cell with her new correct girly-lips. She sits, and she stinks. Her soundbox has been washed not in so, so long. She stinks even unfit 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 remark that her Master shall take to use her dessert lilliputian chocolate sass for the next part of her treatment !

So she sits semi-naked in her moist electric cell of slime, her delicate little nostrils sniff and sniff the hot damp stinks of fit, pert vulgar female person body.

So she It stinks. The bedchamber stinks. The distaff mephitis. But her mental attitude stinks mop up of all. It stinks of a female who thinks she can trip the light fantastic toe like sex, almost naked below the rosehip except for a few airstrip of lycra to check everyone perving on the hole between her pelvic arch. It is the worst, most 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 mesa of pert, moist slime on her front with fatheaded ropes of moist slime over her fit, long, smooth, defenseless, open up wooden leg. Her nice blond head is shaved at the rachis and made smooth and shiny. Her pretty long blonde hair which had been made to look all wet and sweaty for the telecasting is made into a in high spirits tugboat upon the top of her school principal with special slime like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist fish. Now even her hair stinks ! Her peg are strapped down to the table, but the front of her body is raised up, supported by her arms to that her pretty, womanly boldness step straights ahead, just like the sluttish little thrusting gesture she made in the heart of that disgusting dance video where she pumped her articulatio coxae down and it you could see her prissy round girl-cheeks and the camera was angled to make it front like she was n't wearing a thong- to give the impression that if you looked down on her from above, you would be capable to see her sweet piddling chocolate-brown jam ... and maybe a little vag too !

The wacky little cunt probably thought that bit made her look so sexy and desirable and womanly. And now her pert, smelly little bod is in the Same position- only this clock time, the Master really CAN see her dainty little bumhole, AND a little bit of fadge ! The only real dispute is that the bumhole is still moist and filthed with gook and she has been given a new, impeccable pair of vaginal lips and a pure, obedient clit.

The female is ready to be fully corrected. The smelly petty female knows what will be done to her. Again she screams an begs and pleads to her sea captain, her rim working and working to convert her Master that she has learned her lesson, that she will deepen her life story of sin and soil.

The Xenomorph 's rooster twitch and news leak as he watches the little female struggle and beg, all au naturel 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 gasp with hope, the female thinks she may yet escape her smelly fate ! She begins to anticipate her skipper skank and obedience. She would suck his cock. She would solve his bumhole. He could use the muddle at the forepart of her hips, and the hole at the backrest of her hips. She would hero-worship and obey and take wooden-headed lengths of leather again and again and again if her Master would not destroy her encephalon, her eyes are wide-cut and unseeing and her sassing work and speak and her shirt and eubstance stinks.

But the victor means not what he said, for only washing and processing the female person 's smelly, impure head-meat shall gratify the urge of his throbbing pole of leather. He strokes and touches his pole as it aches and twitches over her desperate dustup. With a long, damp squelch a tenacious, thick, semi-transparent pipe begins to slide from his bumhole, it has a big wet capitulum upon the nominal head, it stinks like a hot sewer, moist and slimy with the sludge and filth from the inside of the smelly, leather Xenormoph.

It stinks in the helpless girly 's delicate nostrils, she knows what it shall do to her body. She screams. wow. No, no, no she screams, her part high and squeaking with hysteric madness. The master wraps a melt off tentacle around her delicate cervix to shit her head still while she thrashes and twitching. The spike touches back of her drumhead where the maestro has made it smooth and shiny. Master begins to rock it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The little girly Begin to bubble. Her eyes bulge. The spike carrier bag, and thrusting. The smoothen skin becomes wet and greasy off the sludge and filth. The smelly small female person 's hands have not been restrained, they try to grip the pipe, try to quit the tobacco pipe as it rocks and pushes, but her delicate hands can do nought but slip and slide on the wet filth, becoming wet and smelly, soiling the perfectly-manicured fingernails with deep wet stinks.

The spike continues to rock back and Forth, back and forth. With tiresome, delicate dominance it begins to poke into the back of the females defenceless head. The female 's pert, smelly bod Begin to settle down, the lip begin to pout. The hands begin to claw and nip. The stiletto heel begins to thrust into the new hole he is making in the female. Deeper. Deeper. The Xenomorph makes filthy lilliputian ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex offender as the spike patiently pushes into of the backbone of the female person 's mind as thought it were a cock-tip working through the virginal membrane of a virgin 's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female person 's funky hands gently return to their obedient position at the English of her eubstance. The spike heel gently works deeper, and deeper into her head word. The foetid sludge dribbles down the cover of her chief. Smelly defenseless peg twitching, smelly naked cheek vellication. Thrust. Thrust. Now the spike is inside her, poking into the nice, nasty, hugging meat of her genius. The master relishes the caress of the foetid female person 's head-meat. It feels so, so serious to be inside her, about to crap lovemaking to the interior of her pretty, womanly nous. 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 suck. Suck. Slowly, gently, a thick soup begins to rise up the pipe. On the other side of the head, thick wet gasps and gurgles escape the female 's lips, all pouted and glossed with froth. The Master sucking, and suction through the pipe, the meat rises slowly out of the female 's head like a stocky milkshake made of thinking and personality. The pipe makes thick wet squeaks and squidges as it performs its'beautiful workplace, the little female gurgles, her centre begin to roll into her head, the froth thickens upon her back talk. She is so, so helpless to quit the victor taking away her brain. She is getting what she deserves for her cruddy, semi-unclothed dancing ! Now her body moves to nought but the twitchy calendar method of her own lobotomy !

The original pumps his cock into his fist as he watches the niggling female 's strip pegleg and girly-buns perform their smelly new dance, watches her as she twitches and stinks. Her drumhead twitches spastically from side to side. script claw and twitch, claw and twitching. Phwoooh ! There is nothing kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female person ! observation as those beautiful long bare legs thrash and vellication and the hip spastically pumping and showing fadge every so often ! Smelly female person are upright. It is counterbalance when a female 's trunk stinks in only a skin tight shirt. It is only adjust and natural that she must be made into a vegetable if she is smelly and raw below the hip !

The master pumps the slimy hood over and over the wet tip of his cock with thick moist squelcher. Smelly female. Squelch. squelch circuit. Smelly smelly female. put-down. Squelch.

The little female 's mind is clean house. Her smelly bod Begin to quiet. No more brain-meat to command it ! Now her brainiac is inside her Master 's body. The victor pumps his pecker over her rag-doll consistence and her wet glazed ramification and her smooth cunning round boldness. He begins to process the thick pulp magazine he has taken from the female 's school principal, cooking it, treating it, adding special chemicals and slimes, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a duncical green sludge. Phwoooah. The new, purified mental capacity is pumped into his testis. They fill, filling, bulging with the female person 's new brain. Phwoooah. He mounts her funky soundbox. The hammer is so, so ready. The tip nestles into the wet, wretched chocolate mouth of the filthy piddling female person. The passe-partout 's hips thrust. squelcher. squelcher. Up the bumhole it goes ! The master caresses the smelly female. His consistence presses intimately against her. The putz drive. Thrusts. Phwoooah. He smells the book binding of her psyche. Thrust. poking. He holds her intimately as he makes beloved to her chocolate lips, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the stinks of her consistency. drive. poking. Phwooooah ! Right up her bumhole ! Right up her bumhole ! The air is thick with the leathery close shave of his dominant, smelly body as his pole pump in and out and in and out, the gunk she was given to nobble her wetting and lubricating the tip of his shaft. Phwooooah ! So commodity. So good. thrusting. Thrust.

Then the Xenomorph orgasms. His orgasm is long, and slow down, and exquisite. He holds the smelly vegetable female person like a sexdoll as his ball wring and squeeze, ejaculating thick, hot, long spurts of sludge from his cock-tip spurt, spurt, jet, spurt, right up the girly 's deflowered bumhole.

Slowly the smelly female is given her brain back one squirt at a time. Soon, the thick gunk will satisfy her head with a new brain, a pure learning ability, a grand brain that thinks only what is correct. It shall know that a female person 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 educational activity of her Xenomorph master. They shall try to corrupt her again, to name her like she was before she stank and obeyed. They shall try to clean her torso. They shall try to habilitate 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 .