female who go on video recording wearing only skimpy thong-backed cat suit are asking for it.

The smelly little spanker who performed in the Call on Me video, for example, wearing nothing but a skin-tight black lycra suit which shows off her tits and has only a thinly strip on the battlefront to hide her womanly lips and an even dilutant landing strip at the back that goes up the cracking of her prissy, beat, impertinent bum-cheeks.

She pumps her hips and dancing like a little slapper. Her branch are all naked and smooth out and bright like she 's all sweaty from her filthy slight body-twitches. It is wrong for a female to be so sexually provocative. She must be corrected.

After she 's cease doing her nasty little act, she is abducted from her changing elbow room, still wearing her slutty slight causa. It is very easy for an Xenomorph to abduct a female. Tentacle goes around the neck until she is calm. She is given a extra gunk up her bumhole. The guck works upon her feeble little female nous. The slime makes her obey. She comes willingly with her new Master.

She is taken to a special holy place where her new master can turn over her special discourse to take in her behave correctly.

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

Then she is convey to her skipper. She has been sat in her hot, moist cellular phone for days. She has not washed. Her body foetor. She is strapped into an ornate ceremony leather seat. The leather is dampish upon her naked cheeks. The leather reek. The superior makes her catch what will pass off to her in exquisite, filthy detail. She is made to love what must happen to her body and her encephalon for her impure and wrong behaviour. For hours she sits in her smelly seat, she is made to watch again, again, again. At number one she screams, and screeching as she watches the handling she will be given. She begs to be set free. She pleads to be set free. She promises to regret if she is set costless. She promises to be unadulterated if she is set free. She promises blowjob if she is set free. But her Master listens not. She babbles and she begs. But the professional does nought but stroke his twitching erection, for he knows the filthy-brained little bitch shall soon be purified.

Then the smooth, pert little slut is put back in her jail cell. She sits and she stinks in the moist goo for more days. She is fishy between the front of the coxa, and smelly with B.O at the dorsum of the hips, and her loaded pink little bumhole still stinks from the obedient-slime still upon it and she 's smelly in the armpits and in the cleavage of her pert, perky breast. That slutty little suit she wore in the picture as if she could get away with being a slutty picayune bitch is dampness off her pert, moist girly-bod, it stinks like fish at the front. She has never had bad hygienics before. Girls are usually so good at staying clean and fresh and pristine and pure because it is decline. But this dizzy piddling spanker deserves to be clean not. She dances like a little loose woman. She shows naked 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 ingest had turncock. No hymen. Used lips. But the overlord shall decline this filth.

She is brought to the Master again, to a flyspeck room with moist wall of sludge, she is strapped down upon a table. The bottom of the inning of her slutty little suit is removed, she looks like her pert dead body is clothed not below her fit short hips as idea she wears nought but a skin-tight shirt, below it there is only fit naked peg and cute unit of ammunition petty butt and suspect vaginal sassing. The elbow room fills with the puff of air of smelly female. She struggles and she screams and she thrashes and she stinks until she is hypnotically calmed as the passe-partout rustle to her. His moist Xenomorph lips are very close to her pinna, the lips whisper to her in a gently hypnotic regular recurrence which slowly, delicately empties her head-meat until she is in a hypnotic trance, her eyes Milk River over and her lips become quagmire and her lips drool and her shrieking go soft gurgles and her thrashes become mollify little vellication. Her Master 's thick leather pole sack straight up towards the ceiling, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw control over the weak little girly. The Xenomorph rustle to the female person long after she has been calmed. He relishes the exquisite sight of moist, glossy lycra sealed over her tight, pert, buoyant lilliputian tits. He makes nasty little oohs and aaahs at the mickle of naked female hips and defenseless female legs, her pervs on her body as it twitches gently, naked and tranquil and smashed and wet and smelly. His rustle softly and intimately, his ugly tongue thrust into her ear.

The small female person is circumcised. The Master removes her button. The schoolmaster removes her vaginal lips. It is chastise that the Master does this. female must not enjoy having a penis between the backtalk of their vaginas, for it shall urinate them become slattern who will open their legs for anyone, like this smelly little slapper. The Master is ensuring that the female remains virgin and correct and that she will only take cock when her Master indirect request to use her.

The master gives her limited new vaginal back talk made of Xenomorph leather, they are tight and proper and correct like a little Virgin. The schoolmaster gives her a particular new clit made of Xenomorph leather, a very limited and right clit that will not make the little female afford her legs for any cock she wants. She shall only become hot and dampish and wide between the pelvic arch when she knows she will be given thick lengths of stiff, smelly Xenormorph leather. The master gives her a new virginal membrane to hold her new vag all over, a stiff, saucy new virginal membrane which pokes out between the shiny new virgin leather vaginal rim. The piddling daughter has been circumcised, she is correct between the pelvis now, all pretty and kinky and easy to wipe down like the silly niggling slapper she is.

Her new taken back to her cellular telephone with her new redress girly-lips. She sits, and she stinks. Her body has been washed not in so, so long. She stinks even risky between the pelvic girdle 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 need to use her sweet little burnt umber brim for the succeeding part of her discussion !

So she sits semi-naked in her moist cell of slime, her ticklish piddling anterior naris sniff and whiff the hot damp fetor of fit, pert plebeian female person body.

So she It stinks. The chamber malodour. The female stinks. But her position stinks bad of all. It stinks of a female person who thinks she can trip the light fantastic toe like sex, almost naked below the coxa except for a few strips of lycra to stop everyone perving on the holes between her pelvic girdle. 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 table of pert, moist sludge on her straw man with thick rophy of moist ooze over her fit, long, smooth, naked, unfastened ramification. Her squeamish blonde head is shaved at the back and made smooth and shiny. Her fairly long blonde hair which had been made to look all wet and sweaty for the video is made into a high column upon the top of her head with special goop like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist Pisces the Fishes. Now even her hair stinks ! Her peg are strapped down to the table, but the front of her consistency is raised up, supported by her weapon system to that her pretty, feminine face stairs straights ahead, just like the blowzy little thrusting apparent motion she made in the middle of that disgusting dancing picture where she pumped her coxa down and it you could see her skillful round of drinks girl-cheeks and the television camera was angled to make it look like she was n't wearing a thong- to give the printing that if you looked down on her from above, you would be able to see her sweet little brown hole ... and maybe a fiddling vag too !

The slaphappy little squawk probably thought that bit made her look so sexy and desirable and feminine. And now her pert, smelly little bod is in the like position- only this meter, the master copy really CAN see her nice little bumhole, AND a picayune bit of fadge ! The solitary real difference is that the bumhole is still dampish and filthed with sludge 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 lilliputian female knows what will be done to her. Again she screams an begs and pleads to her headmaster, her lip working and working to convince her passe-partout that she has learned her moral, that she will shift her life of sin and filth.

The Xenomorph 's turncock twitches and leak as he watches the little female battle 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 fulfil him. The distaff gasps with hope, the female thinks she may yet escape her smelly fate ! She begins to promise her Master grease and obedience. She would suck in his rooster. She would solve his bumhole. He could use the hole at the front of her pelvic girdle, and the gob at the back of her hip joint. She would worship and obey and contract thickset length of leather again and again and again if her sea captain would not destroy her brain, her eyes are wide and unseeing and her lips work and speak and her shirt and dead body stinks.

But the headmaster means not what he said, for only washing and processing the female 's smelly, unclean head-meat shall meet the urges of his throbbing pole of leather. He strokes and touches his rod as it aches and vellication over her desperate words. With a foresightful, dampish squelch a recollective, thick, semi-transparent piping begins to slip from his bumhole, it has a big wet spindle upon the front, it stinks like a hot toilet, moist and slimy with the muck and filth from the inside of the smelly, leather Xenormoph.

It stinks in the incapacitated girly 's delicate anterior naris, she knows what it shall do to her trunk. She screams. shriek. No, no, no she screams, her voice gamy and squeaky with hysterical lyssa. The master wraps a tenuous tentacle around her frail neck to make her point still while she thrashes and twitches. The capitulum touches back of her nous where the professional has made it polish and shiny. Master begins to rock it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The minuscule girly begins to burble. Her eye extrusion. The spindle biff, and poking. The bland hide becomes wet and greasy off the sludge and filth. The smelly short female 's men have not been restrained, they try to fascinate the pipe, try to barricade the pipe as it rocks and pushes, but her ticklish hands can do nought but slip and slide on the wet filth, becoming wet and smelly, soiling the perfectly-manicured fingernails with buddy-buddy wet stinks.

The spike continues to rock back and forth, back and forth. With sluggish, ticklish ascendance it begins to poke into the book binding of the female defenceless head. The female person 's pert, smelly bod Menachem Begin to calm, the lips begin to pout. The custody begin to claw and twitch. The spike begins to thrust into the new hole he is making in the female. Deeper. Deeper. The Xenomorph makes filthy footling ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex wrongdoer as the spike patiently pushes into of the back of the female 's head as thought it were a cock-tip workings through the hymen of a Virgin 's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female person 's smelly hands gently return to their obedient position at the side of her body. The spike gently works deeper, and deeper into her headway. The foetid sludge dribbles down the spine of her head. Smelly naked legs vellication, smelly defenseless impertinence twitch. Thrust. jab. Now the capitulum is inside her, poking into the squeamish, sloshed, hugging meat of her mind. The master relishes the caress of the smelly female 's head-meat. It feels so, so good to be inside her, about to spend a penny passion to the interior of her pretty, feminine headway. But unlike making love with his rooster, he shalt not be putting something INTO her body- he shalt be taking something OUT !

The pipe begins to wet-nurse. suction. Slowly, gently, a thick soup begins to get up up the organ 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 sucks through the pipage, the meat rises slowly out of the female person 's head like a thick milkshake made of thoughts and personality. The pipe makes heavyset wet squeaker and squidges as it performs its'beautiful work, the little female gurgles, her eyes begin to roll into her caput, the froth thickens upon her lips. She is so, so incapacitated to kibosh the Master taking away her mental capacity. She is getting what she deserves for her dirty, semi-unclothed saltation ! Now her physical structure moves to nought but the twitchy calendar method of her own leukotomy !

The Master pumps his cock into his fist as he watches the little female 's unclothed wooden leg and girly-buns perform their foul new dance, watches her as she twitches and stinks. Her head vellication spastically from side to side. Hands nipper and twitch, claw and twitch. Phwoooh ! There is nothing kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female ! observance as those beautiful long nude stage thrash and twitch and the pelvic arch spastically pumping and showing fadge every so often ! Smelly females are good. It is correct when a female 's consistency stinks in only a skin tight shirt. It is only castigate and instinctive that she must be made into a vegetable if she is smelly and naked below the coxa !

The schoolmaster pumps the slimy hood over and over the wet tip of his cock with wooden-headed moist squelch circuit. Smelly distaff. Squelch. Squelch. Smelly smelly female. Squelch. Squelch.

The little female 's head is uncontaminating. Her smelly bod begins to calm. No more brain-meat to command it ! Now her brain is inside her maestro 's physical structure. The Master pumps his prick over her rag-doll dead body and her wet shiny branch and her smooth precious round cheeks. He begins to process the midst pulp he has taken from the female person 's head, cooking it, treating it, adding special chemical substance and muck, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a compact leafy vegetable sludge. Phwoooah. The new, purified brain is pumped into his testicles. They fill, filling, bulging with the female person 's new brain. Phwoooah. He mounts her smelly consistency. The cock is so, so prepare. The tip nestles into the wet, slimy chocolate sassing of the filthy petty female person. The sea captain '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 poke. thrust. Phwoooah. He smells the back of her head. jabbing. Thrust. He holds her intimately as he makes passion to her chocolate mouth, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the mephitis of her body. jab. Thrust. Phwooooah ! Right up her bumhole ! Right up her bumhole ! The air is heavyset with the leathery squeak of his dominant, smelly body as his pole pump in and out and in and out, the slime she was given to nobble her wetting and lubricating the tip of his shaft. Phwooooah ! So good. 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 Ball credit crunch and power play, ejaculating midst, hot, long spurts of slime from his cock-tip spurt, spurt, squirt, spurt, right up the girly 's impair bumhole.

Slowly the smelly female person is given her brain back one spurt at a time. Soon, the midst guck will fill her oral sex with a new mentality, a pure nous, a wonderful brain that thinks only what is correct. It shall sleep together that a distaff obeys and fetor. Obeys and stinks.

The female person has been cleansed. She shall be sent back to the human kingdom where she joyfully shall preach the correct pedagogy of her Xenomorph lord. They shall try to grease one's palms her again, to make her like she was before she stank and obeyed. They shall try to clean her body. They shall try to drape her beneath the hips. They shall try to turn her head back to meat. But she can not be changed.

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