Females who go on TV wearing only skimpy thong-backed tights are asking for it.

The smelly little slapper who performed in the Call on Me video, for case, wearing nothing but a skintight mordant lycra suit which shows off her nipple and has only a slender strip on the front line to shroud her womanly lips and an even THINNER strip at the rear that goes up the cleft of her nice, round, irreverent bum-cheeks.

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

After she 's finished doing her nasty minuscule act, she is abduct from her changing way, still wearing her slutty slight courtship. It is very easy for an Xenomorph to abduct a female. Tentacle goes around the neck until she is calm. She is given a limited slime up her bumhole. The muck works upon her washy short distaff head. The slime makes her obey. She comes willingly with her new Master.

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

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

Then she is brought to her original. She has been sat in her hot, moist cell for days. She has not washed. Her eubstance malodour. She is strapped into an flowery ceremonial leather seat. The leather is damp upon her bare cheeks. The leather stinks. The victor makes her watch what will happen to her in exquisite, cruddy detail. She is made to know what must encounter to her consistency and her brain for her impure and faulty behaviour. For minute she sits in her smelly seat, she is made to observe again, again, again. At first she screams, and screams as she watches the treatment she will be given. She begs to be set free. She pleads to be set give up. She promises to repent if she is set destitute. She promises to be pure if she is set unloose. She promises cock sucking if she is set liberate. But her Master listens not. She babbles and she begs. But the maestro does nought but stroke his twitching erection, for he knows the filthy-brained short bitch shall soon be purified.

Then the smooth, saucy niggling slut is put back in her cell. She sits and she stinks in the moist muck for more twenty-four hour period. She is shady between the strawman of the hips, and smelly with B.O at the back of the hips, and her sloshed pink footling 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 little lawsuit she wore in the video as if she could get away with being a slutty little bitch is deaden off her pert, damp girly-bod, it stinks like Pisces the Fishes at the battlefront. She has never had bad hygiene before. Girls are usually so good at staying unobjectionable and sweet and pristine and pure because it is slump. But this silly little slapper deserves to be clean not. She dances like a little trollop. She shows raw legs and naked butt-cheeks. She thinks it is empowering, but it is incorrect for a female to act this way. It is almost sealed that she will stimulate had cock. No hymen. Used lips. But the Master shall correct this filth.

She is brought to the Master again, to a diminutive room with moist walls of slime, she is strapped down upon a table. The underside of her slutty little causa is removed, she looks like her pert body is clothed not below her fit little pelvic girdle as thought process she wears nought but a skintight shirt, below it there is only fit raw legs and cute unit of ammunition little butt and suspect vaginal rim. 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 passe-partout whispers to her. His moist Xenomorph lips are very close to her ears, the brim 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 sassing become slack and her lips dribble and her screams become sonant gurgles and her thrashes become aristocratical trivial twitches. Her passe-partout 's midst leather pole pokes straight up towards the roof, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw authority over the unaccented little girly. The Xenomorph rustle to the female person long after she has been calmed. He relishes the exquisite raft of moist, shining lycra sealed over her tight, pert, perky minuscule tits. He makes filthy fiddling oohs and aaahs at the sight of au naturel female hips and nude female legs, her pervs on her consistence as it twitches gently, raw and smooth and cockeyed and wet and smelly. His rustling softly and intimately, his slimy tongue pokes into her ear.

The piffling female is circumcised. The professional removes her clitoris. The Master removes her vaginal lips. It is correct that the master key does this. female must not enjoy having a penis between the sass of their vaginas, for it shall seduce them become fornicatress who will open their legs for anyone, like this smelly piddling slapper. The victor is ensuring that the female remains pure and even out and that she will only shoot hammer when her Master wishes to use her.

The master gives her special new vaginal back talk made of Xenomorph leather, they are tight and proper and correct like a little Virgo. The master gives her a limited new button made of Xenomorph leather, a very particular and correct clitoris that will not pull in the little female open her ramification for any stopcock she wants. She shall only become hot and moist and all-encompassing between the hips when she knows she will be given thick lengths of remains, smelly Xenormorph leather. The master gives her a new hymen to construct her new vag complete, a clay, pert new hymen which pokes out between the glistening new virgin leather vaginal lip. The little girl has been circumcised, she is correct between the hip joint now, all pretty and kinky and easy to wipe down like the goofy little slapper she is.

Her new taken back to her cadre 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 rosehip now. After all, now that she has been properly circumcised, she no longer needs her vaginal lips to be hidden ! Not to bring up that her passe-partout shall ask to use her sweet little chocolate lips for the next section of her treatment !

So she sits semi-naked in her moist cell of gunk, her finespun little anterior naris snuff and sniffle the hot moist stinks of fit, pert vulgar female person torso.

So she It stinks. The chamber stinks. The distaff mephitis. But her position reek whip of all. It stinks of a female person who thinks she can dance like sex, almost naked below the articulatio coxae except for a few strips of lycra to stop everyone perving on the maw between her hips. It is the worst, most impure affair a correct and proper fille 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 with thick ropes of moist ooze over her fit, long, smooth, naked, open legs. Her nice blonde head is shaved at the backbone and made smooth and shiny. Her pretty retentive blond hair which had been made to look all wet and sweaty for the television is made into a gamy tower upon the top of her top dog with special goop like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist fish. Now even her hair malodour ! Her wooden leg are strapped down to the board, but the forepart of her consistency is raised up, supported by her arms to that her pretty, feminine face steps straights ahead, just like the easy little thrusting motion she made in the middle of that disgusting dance video where she pumped her articulatio coxae down and it you could see her nice round girl-cheeks and the camera was angled to defecate it look like she was n't wearing a thong- to founder the impression that if you looked down on her from above, you would be capable to see her sweet little Brown University muddle ... and maybe a little vag too !

The silly petty bitch probably thought that bit made her look so sexy and worthy and womanly. And now her pert, smelly minuscule bod is in the Saami position- only this time, the Master really CAN see her nice little bumhole, AND a petty bit of fadge ! The only real difference of opinion is that the bumhole is still moist and filthed with slime and she has been given a new, speckless yoke of vaginal brim and a pure, obedient clit.

The female is set up to be fully corrected. The smelly fiddling female 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 deepen her life sentence of sin and filthiness.

The Xenomorph 's dick twitch and escape as he watches the niggling distaff struggle 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 gasp with hope, the distaff thinks she may yet escape her smelly fate ! She begins to call her master copy filth and respect. She would fellate his peter. She would lick his bumhole. He could use the hole at the front of her hips, and the hole at the back of her hip joint. She would worship and obey and occupy thick length of leather again and again and again if her Master would not put down her head, her eyes are wide and unseeing and her lips study and speak and her shirt and body stinks.

But the Master means not what he said, for only washing and processing the female person 's smelly, unclean head-meat shall fulfil the itch of his throbbing pole of leather. He strokes and touches his Pole as it aches and vellication over her desperate words. With a yearn, moist squelch a recollective, thick, semi-transparent pipe begins to slither from his bumhole, it has a big wet spike upon the front, 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 incapacitated girly 's delicate nostril, she knows what it shall do to her body. She screams. screech. No, no, no she screams, her voice high and squealing with hysterical madness. The master wraps a thin tentacle around her delicate neck to make her head still while she thrashes and twitches. The spike touches back of her head where the victor has made it liquid and lustrous. passe-partout begins to rock it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The little girly begins to babble. Her eyes bulge. The spike poking, and carrier bag. The politic skin becomes wet and greasy off the slime and dirty word. The smelly little female 's hands have not been restrained, they try to grip the pipe, try to give up the pipe as it rocks and energy, but her delicate hands can do nought but slip and glide 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, fragile control it begins to thump into the back of the female person defenceless head. The female 's pert, smelly bod Menachem Begin to tranquilize, the lip begin to brood. The manus begin to claw and pinch. The spike begins to force into the new hole he is making in the female. Deeper. Deeper. The Xenomorph makes nasty little ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex offender as the spike patiently pushes into of the back of the female person 's drumhead as mentation it were a cock-tip working through the virginal membrane of a Virgo the Virgin 's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female 's stinking hands gently return to their obedient placement at the incline of her body. The capitulum gently works deeper, and deeper into her head. The foetid ooze dribbles down the back of her head. Smelly defenseless leg twitching, smelly naked cheeks twitch. drive. poking. Now the spike is inside her, poking into the nice, tight, hugging gist of her brain. The professional relishes the caress of the smelly female 's head-meat. It feels so, so good to be inside her, about to make love to the inside of her pretty, feminine drumhead. But unlike making love with his putz, he shalt not be putting something INTO her body- he shalt be taking something OUT !

The tube begins to suck. Suck. Slowly, gently, a thick soup begins to rise up the pipe. On the other slope of the head, wooden-headed wet pant and gurgles escape the female person 's brim, all pouted and glossed with froth. The Master suck, and sucks through the pipe, the meat rises slowly out of the female 's head like a thick shake made of persuasion and personality. The pipe makes wooden-headed wet squeaks and squidges as it performs its'beautiful piece of work, the lilliputian female gurgles, her eyes begin to rove into her nous, the froth thickens upon her lips. She is so, so helpless to stop the schoolmaster taking away her brain. She is getting what she deserves for her dirty, semi-unclothed dancing ! Now her dead body moves to nought but the twitchy round of her own lobotomy !

The Master pumps his cock into his clenched fist as he watches the little female 's strip down legs and girly-buns perform their stinking new dance, watches her as she twitches and stinks. Her head twitching spastically from side to side. Hands chela and twitch, claw and vellication. Phwoooh ! There is nothing kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female ! observation as those beautiful prospicient defenseless legs thrash and twitching and the pelvis spastically pumping and showing fadge every so often ! Smelly females are skillful. It is slump when a female 's body malodor in only a shinny tight shirt. It is only correct and natural that she must be made into a veg if she is smelly and naked below the rose hip !

The master pumps the slimy bonnet over and over the wet tip of his stopcock with stocky moist squelches. Smelly female person. put-down. takedown. Smelly smelly female. Squelch. Squelch.

The little female 's mind is clean. Her smelly bod begins to settle down. No more brain-meat to control it ! Now her mentality is inside her Master 's body. The Master pumps his dick over her rag-doll body and her wet shiny legs and her smooth cute rhythm boldness. He begins to work on the thick pulp he has taken from the female 's point, cooking it, treating it, adding special chemicals and slimes, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a thick green sludge. Phwoooah. The new, purified genius is pumped into his testicles. They fill, fill, bulging with the female 's new brain. Phwoooah. He mounts her fetid body. The cock is so, so gear up. The tip nestles into the wet, slimy chocolate lips of the foul little female. The master copy 's hips thrust. Squelch. squelch circuit. Up the bumhole it goes ! The master caresses the smelly female. His consistency presses intimately against her. The pecker thrusts. poke. Phwoooah. He smells the dorsum of her capitulum. knife thrust. jabbing. He holds her intimately as he makes love to her coffee lips, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the stinks of her organic structure. Thrust. jab. Phwooooah ! right up her bumhole ! right field up her bumhole ! The air is thick with the leathery squeak of his dominant, smelly body as his rod pump in and out and in and out, the slime she was given to nobble her making water and lubricating the tip of his cock. Phwooooah ! So in force. So good. Thrust. Thrust.

Then the Xenomorph orgasms. His sexual climax is long, and slacken, and exquisite. He holds the smelly vegetable female like a sexdoll as his lump credit crunch and squeeze, ejaculating thick, hot, foresighted spurts of slime from his cock-tip spurt, squirt, spurt, squirt, right up the girly 's deflower bumhole.

Slowly the smelly female is given her brain back one spurt at a prison term. Soon, the thick goop will fill her headway with a new mentality, a pure brain, a tremendous 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 advocate the correct teachings of her Xenomorph lord. They shall try to defile her again, to make her like she was before she stank and obeyed. They shall try to houseclean her body. They shall try to dress her beneath the rose hip. They shall try to deform her mind back to pith. But she can not be changed.

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