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

The smelly footling slapper who performed in the birdcall on Me video, for example, wearing nothing but a skin-tight Shirley Temple Black lycra suit which shows off her mammilla and has only a thin strip on the nominal head to hide her womanly lips and an even dilutant strip at the back that goes up the fling of her nice, daily round, pert bum-cheeks.

She pumps her hips and terpsichore like a petty slapper. Her wooden leg are all raw and smooth and glistening like she 's all sweaty from her smutty little body-twitches. It is wrongfulness for a female to be so sexually provocative. She must be corrected.

After she 's finished doing her filthy little act, she is abducted from her changing elbow room, still wearing her slutty little courting. It is very well-off for an Xenomorph to kidnap a female. Tentacle goes around the neck until she is calm. She is given a especial slime up her bumhole. The slime works upon her weak little female wit. The slime makes her obey. She comes willingly with her new Master.

She is taken to a especial sanctum where her new master can give her especial discourse to throw her behave correctly.

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

Then she is take to her Master. She has been sat in her hot, damp cubicle for days. She has not washed. Her body stinks. She is strapped into an ornate ceremonial leather seat. The leather is moist upon her naked boldness. The leather stinks. The captain makes her watch what will hap to her in exquisite, filthy detail. She is made to know what must happen to her trunk and her brain for her impure and wrong behaviour. For hours she sits in her ill-scented seat, she is made to catch again, again, again. At beginning she screams, and screams as she watches the discussion she will be given. She begs to be set free. She pleads to be set justify. She promises to atone if she is set free. She promises to be vestal if she is set gratuitous. She promises blowjobs if she is set free. But her Master listens not. She babbles and she begs. But the headmaster does nought but stroke his twitching erection, for he knows the filthy-brained slight bitch shall soon be purified.

Then the smooth, pert little fornicatress is put back in her cell. She sits and she stinks in the moist slime for more than daytime. She is suspect between the front of the hips, and smelly with B.O at the back of the hips, and her fuddled pink little bumhole still stinks from the obedient-slime still upon it and she 's smelly in the armpit and in the cleavage of her pert, chirpy knocker. That slutty piffling suit she wore in the television as if she could get away with being a slutty little beef is dull off her pert, damp 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 brisk and pristine and pure because it is set. But this featherbrained piffling slapper deserves to be clear not. She dances like a piddling adulteress. She shows naked stage and naked butt-cheeks. She thinks it is empowering, but it is faulty for a female to acquit this way. It is almost sure that she will own had shaft. No hymen. Used lips. But the professional shall redress this filth.

She is brought to the passkey again, to a tiny room with moist walls of slime, she is strapped down upon a table. The bum of her slutty short suit is removed, she looks like her pert eubstance is clothed not below her fit minuscule articulatio coxae as thought she wears nought but a skin-tight shirt, below it there is only fit raw legs and cute round little seat and fishy vaginal sass. 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 Master whispers to her. His moist Xenomorph lips are very close to her ears, the lips whisper to her in a gently hypnotic rhythm which slowly, delicately empties her head-meat until she is in a soporific enchantment, her eyes milk over and her lips become morass and her brim carry and her screams turn soft gurgles and her thrashes become ennoble short twitch. Her Master 's chummy leather pole pokes straight up towards the ceiling, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw potency over the feeble little girly. The Xenomorph whisper to the female person long after she has been calmed. He relishes the exquisite sight of moist, shiny lycra sealed over her taut, pert, perky little boob. He makes cruddy picayune oohs and aaahs at the ken of naked female hips and naked female wooden leg, her pervs on her soundbox as it twitches gently, naked and smooth and tight and wet and smelly. His whispering softly and intimately, his slimy glossa dawdler into her ear.

The petty female is circumcised. The Master removes her clit. The master removes her vaginal lips. It is counterbalance that the Master does this. Females must not love having a penis between the rim of their vaginas, for it shall make them become sluts who will give their legs for anyone, like this smelly niggling spanker. The Master is ensuring that the female remains consummate and even up and that she will only get cock when her Master wishing to use her.

The schoolmaster gives her special new vaginal backtalk made of Xenomorph leather, they are tight and proper and correct like a piffling virgin. The maestro gives her a peculiar new clit made of Xenomorph leather, a very special and correct clit that will not earn the slight female person give her ramification for any cock she wants. She shall only become hot and moist and wide between the hips when she knows she will be given loggerheaded distance of stiff, smelly Xenormorph leather. The master gives her a new hymen to make her new vag utter, a stiff, pert new hymen which pokes out between the glistening new virgin leather vaginal mouth. The slight daughter has been circumcised, she is correct between the hips now, all pretty and kinky and easy to wipe down like the silly little slapper she is.

Her new taken back to her cell with her new set girly-lips. She sits, and she stinks. Her consistency has been washed not in so, so long. She stinks even worse between the hip 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 advert that her Master shall need to use her sweet little drinking chocolate lips for the next component part of her treatment !

So she sits semi-naked in her moist cellular telephone of slime, her delicate lilliputian anterior naris sniff and sniff the hot dampish stinks of fit, pert unwashed female eubstance.

So she It stinks. The chamber stinks. The female person stinks. But her attitude stink worst of all. It stinks of a female who thinks she can dance like sex, almost naked below the hips except for a few strips of lycra to block up everyone perving on the holes between her hips. It is the worst, almost 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 table of pert, moist slime on her front with thick ropes of moist slime over her fit, long, smooth, raw, open air legs. Her nice blond caput is shaved at the rear and made smooth and shiny. Her pretty retentive blond hair which had been made to look all wet and sweaty for the video is made into a high tower upon the top of her headland with special slime like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist fish. Now even her hair stink ! Her legs are strapped down to the table, but the front line of her trunk is raised up, supported by her arms to that her pretty, feminine face stairs straightaway ahead, just like the blowzy little thrusting move she made in the middle of that disgusting dance video where she pumped her articulatio coxae down and it you could see her courteous turn girl-cheeks and the camera was angled to pee-pee it appear like she was n't wearing a thong- to devote the impression that if you looked down on her from above, you would be able to see her sweet fiddling dark-brown hole ... and maybe a slight vag too !

The light-headed picayune cunt probably thought that bit made her facial expression so aphrodisiac and desirable and feminine. And now her pert, smelly little bod is in the same position- only this time, the captain really CAN see her nice little bumhole, AND a footling bit of fadge ! The only very difference is that the bumhole is still moist 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 female knows what will be done to her. Again she screams an begs and pleads to her original, her back talk working and working to convert her Master that she has learned her lesson, that she will modify her life of sin and grime.

The Xenomorph 's cock twitches and outflow as he watches the petty female person 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 dead body to satisfy him. The distaff pant with hope, the distaff thinks she may yet lam her smelly fate ! She begins to promise her captain grease and obedience. She would take in his cock. She would work out his bumhole. He could use the jam at the front of her hips, and the hole at the back of her hips. She would worship and obey and take thick lengths of leather again and again and again if her master copy would not destruct her brain, her eyes are blanket and unseeing and her lip work and speak and her shirt and body stinks.

But the superior means not what he said, for only washing and processing the female 's smelly, impure head-meat shall satisfy the itch of his throbbing perch of leather. He strokes and touches his pole as it aches and twitching over her despairing Holy Writ. With a longsighted, moist squelch a long, thick, semi-transparent tube begins to slide from his bumhole, it has a big wet spike upon the front, it stinks like a hot cloaca, moist and slimy with the guck and filth from the inside of the smelly, leather Xenormoph.

It stinks in the lost girly 's delicate nostrils, she knows what it shall do to her soundbox. She screams. Screams. No, no, no she screams, her voice mellow and squeaky with hysterical craziness. The master wraps a thin tentacle around her delicate cervix to progress to her headspring still while she thrashes and twitches. The spike heel touches back of her forefront where the Master has made it tranquil and burnished. maestro begins to rock it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The little girly begins to burble. Her eye bulge. The spindle pokes, and pokes. The bland skin becomes wet and greasy off the sludge and crud. The smelly little female 's paw have not been restrained, they try to grip the pipe, try to stop over the 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 thick wet stinks.

The stiletto heel continues to rock back and Forth River, back and Forth. With irksome, delicate dominance it begins to poke into the backbone of the female defenceless head. The female 's pert, smelly bod begins to becalm, the lips begin to sulk. The hands begin to claw and jerk. The spike begins to force into the new gob he is making in the female. Deeper. Deeper. The Xenomorph makes filthy piddling ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex offender as the spike patiently pushes into of the rachis of the female 's head as thought process it were a cock-tip workings through the hymen of a virgin 's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female 's smelly hands gently return to their obedient position at the sides of her soundbox. The spike gently works deeper, and deeper into her chief. The foetid gook dribbles down the cover of her header. Smelly naked leg twitch, smelly naked boldness twitch. Thrust. Thrust. Now the ear is inside her, poking into the nice, sozzled, hugging inwardness of her brain. The master relishes the caress of the stinking female person 's head-meat. It feels so, so good to be inside her, about to make love to the inside of her pretty, womanly head. But unlike making sexual love with his putz, he shalt not be putting something INTO her body- he shalt be taking something OUT !

The pipe begins to give suck. sucking. Slowly, gently, a buddy-buddy soup begins to rise up the pipage. On the former side of the head, wooden-headed wet gasps and gurgles escape the female 's lips, all pouted and glossed with froth. The maestro sucking, and sucks through the pipe, the meat rises slowly out of the female person 's headway like a thick milkshake made of thoughts and personality. The pipe makes thick wet close shave and squidges as it performs its'beautiful study, the small distaff gurgles, her center begin to ramble into her head, the froth thickens upon her lips. She is so, so helpless to end the schoolmaster taking away her head. She is getting what she deserves for her filthy, semi-unclothed dancing ! Now her body moves to nought but the twitchy speech rhythm of her own prefrontal leucotomy !

The maestro pumps his cock into his fist as he watches the niggling female 's unclothed ramification and girly-buns perform their foul-smelling new dance, watches her as she twitches and stinks. Her head twitch spastically from side to side. Hands claw and twitch, claw and twitch. Phwoooh ! There is naught kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female person ! Watching as those beautiful long naked stage thrash and vellication and the hip spastically pumping and showing fadge every so often ! Smelly female person are skilful. It is correct when a female person 's organic structure malodour in only a skin tight shirt. It is only chasten and natural that she must be made into a vegetable if she is smelly and defenseless below the pelvic arch !

The master pumps the slimy hood over and over the wet tip of his dick with heavyset moist squelches. Smelly female person. squelch. takedown. Smelly smelly female. squelch. Squelch.

The little female 's head is make clean. Her smelly bod begins to still. No more brain-meat to command it ! Now her brain is inside her maestro 's body. The Master pumps his cock over her rag-doll body and her wet shiny legs and her placid cute troll cheek. He begins to process the thick pulp he has taken from the female 's fountainhead, cooking it, treating it, adding particular chemicals and slimes, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a thick gullible sludge. Phwoooah. The new, purified encephalon is pumped into his testicles. They fill, fill, bulging with the female 's new brain. Phwoooah. He mounts her stinking body. The tool is so, so ready. The tip nestles into the wet, vile chocolate lips of the filthy piddling female. The Master 's hip joint thrust. Squelch. Squelch. Up the bumhole it goes ! The master caresses the smelly female. His body presses intimately against her. The cock thrusts. jabbing. Phwoooah. He smells the back of her question. Thrust. poking. He holds her intimately as he makes honey to her chocolate lips, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the stink of her organic structure. jab. jabbing. Phwooooah ! rightfulness up her bumhole ! right wing up her bumhole ! The air is thick with the leathery squeak of his dominant, smelly body as his pole pumps in and out and in and out, the slime she was given to nobble her leak and lubricating the tip of his shaft. Phwooooah ! So estimable. So beneficial. driving force. Thrust.

Then the Xenomorph orgasms. His climax is long, and slow up, and exquisite. He holds the smelly vegetable female like a sexdoll as his balls squeeze play and squeezing, ejaculating thick, hot, long spurts of goo from his cock-tip squirt, spurt, spurt, spurt, right up the girly 's deflowered bumhole.

Slowly the smelly distaff is given her mastermind back one spurt at a time. Soon, the thick ooze will fill her head with a new mental capacity, a pure mental capacity, a wondrous learning ability that thinks only what is compensate. It shall have it off that a female person obeys and stinks. Obeys and stinks.

The female has been cleansed. She shall be sent back to the human land where she joyfully shall prophesy the chasten teachings 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 houseclean her consistence. They shall try to clothe her beneath the pelvis. They shall try to turn over her brain back to kernel. But she can not be changed.

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