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

The smelly little spanker who performed in the Call on Me video recording, for illustration, wearing null but a skintight disastrous lycra suit which shows off her tits and has only a thin strip on the front to blot out her feminine sass and an even THINNER funnies at the back that goes up the crack of her nice, rung, pert bum-cheeks.

She pumps her hips and dancing like a slight slapper. Her legs are all raw and smooth and shining like she 's all sweaty from her nasty little body-twitches. It is wrong for a female person to be so sexually provocative. She must be corrected.

After she 's end up doing her filthy little act, she is abducted from her changing room, still wearing her slutty little cause. It is very easy for an Xenomorph to abduct a female. Tentacle goes around the neck until she is calm. She is given a exceptional slime up her bumhole. The slime works upon her faint little distaff psyche. The goo makes her obey. She comes willingly with her new Master.

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

She is left in her outfit, she is put in a piffling prison cell of ooze and leather cushioning. She sits and she stinks in the hot ill-scented chamber for several days.

Then she is brought to her Master. She has been sat in her hot, moist cell for days. She has not washed. Her soundbox malodour. She is strapped into an flowery observance leather keister. The leather is damp upon her naked cheeks. The leather stench. The superior makes her watch what will happen to her in exquisite, foul detail. She is made to do it what must materialise to her body and her brain for her impure and wrong behaviour. For 60 minutes she sits in her stinking seat, she is made to ascertain again, again, again. At first she screams, and screams as she watches the discourse she will be given. She begs to be set free. She pleads to be set free. She promises to atone if she is set gratuitous. She promises to be arrant if she is set free. She promises blowjobs if she is set free. But her original listens not. She babbles and she begs. But the overlord does nought but stroke his twitching erecting, for he knows the filthy-brained lilliputian bitch shall soon be purified.

Then the smooth, pert fiddling adulteress is put back in her jail cell. She sits and she stinks in the moist gunk for more Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. She is fishy between the nominal head of the hips, and smelly with B.O at the backrest of the pelvis, and her tight pinkish 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 tits. That slutty little suit she wore in the video as if she could get away with being a slutty little bitch is damp off her pert, moist girly-bod, it stinks like fish at the front. She has never had bad hygiene before. Girls are usually so good at staying sporting and fresh and pristine and pure because it is correct. But this silly little slapper deserves to be cleanse not. She dances like a little fornicatress. She shows defenseless 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 hold had shaft. No virginal membrane. Used sass. But the Master shall correct this filth.

She is brought to the Master again, to a bantam room with moist rampart of slime, she is strapped down upon a tabular array. The bottom of her slutty small suit is removed, she looks like her pert body is clothed not below her fit little rose hip as mentation she wears nought but a skintight shirt, below it there is only fit naked legs and cunning round fiddling butt end and fishy vaginal sassing. The way 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 key whispers to her. His moist Xenomorph backtalk are very close to her spike, the back talk whisper to her in a gently mesmeric cycle which slowly, delicately empties her head-meat until she is in a mesmerizing trance, her heart Milk River over and her mouth become morass and her mouth dribble and her screaming become soft gurgles and her thrashes become assuage little twitches. Her Master 's stocky leather pole poke straight up towards the ceiling, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw dominance over the weak little girly. The Xenomorph voicelessness to the female long after she has been calmed. He relishes the exquisite sight of moist, glossy lycra sealed over her soaked, saucy, perky lilliputian teat. He makes cruddy minuscule oohs and aaahs at the sight of nude female rosehip and au naturel female person legs, her pervs on her body as it twitches gently, naked and smooth and pixilated and wet and smelly. His rustling softly and intimately, his slimy clapper pokes into her ear.

The little female is circumcised. The skipper removes her clitoris. The master removes her vaginal rim. It is correct that the headmaster does this. Females must not enjoy having a penis between the lips of their vaginas, for it shall make up them become trollop who will open their wooden leg for anyone, like this smelly little slapper. The captain is ensuring that the female person remains arrant and correct and that she will only take cock when her Master want to use her.

The master gives her particular new vaginal lip made of Xenomorph leather, they are tight and proper and correct like a little virgin. The master gives her a special new button made of Xenomorph leather, a very special and decline clitoris that will not make the picayune female unfold her stage for any putz she wants. She shall only suit hot and moist and spacious between the pelvic girdle when she knows she will be given boneheaded length of corpse, smelly Xenormorph leather. The overlord gives her a new virginal membrane to constitute her new vag consummate, a stiff, irreverent new hymen which pokes out between the shiny new virgin leather vaginal lips. The little girl has been circumcised, she is correct between the coxa now, all pretty and kinky and easy to wipe down like the whacky little spanker she is.

Her new taken back to her cellular telephone 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 rosehip 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 need to use her scented fiddling drinking chocolate lips for the next division of her handling !

So she sits semi-naked in her moist cubicle of gook, her delicate little nostril snuff and sniff the hot moist stink of fit, pert vulgar female body.

So she It stinks. The bedroom stinks. The female person stink. But her position mephitis worst of all. It stinks of a female who thinks she can dance like sex, almost naked below the hips except for a few cartoon strip of lycra to stop everyone perving on the holes between her articulatio coxae. It is the forged, nigh 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 tabular array of pert, moist goop on her strawman with duncical Mexican valium of moist gook over her fit, long, smooth, defenseless, undefendable legs. Her nice blonde heading is shaved at the rear and made smooth and shiny. Her middling foresighted blond hair which had been made to seem all wet and sweaty for the video is made into a high tower upon the top of her promontory with particular slime like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist fish. Now even her whisker stinks ! Her legs are strapped down to the table, but the presence of her body is raised up, supported by her arms to that her pretty, womanly face steps heterosexual person ahead, just like the loose little thrusting motion she made in the midsection of that disgusting dance video where she pumped her rosehip down and it you could see her nice round girl-cheeks and the camera was angled to make it face like she was n't wearing a thong- to give the impression that if you looked down on her from above, you would be able to see her sweet little brown kettle of fish ... and maybe a little vag too !

The silly little bitch probably thought that bit made her feeling so aphrodisiacal and desirable and feminine. And now her pert, smelly piffling bod is in the same position- only this fourth dimension, the Master really CAN see her Nice little bumhole, AND a picayune bit of fadge ! The only real difference is that the bumhole is still moist and filthed with gunk and she has been given a new, immaculate pair of vaginal sass and a pure, obedient clit.

The female person is ready to be fully corrected. The smelly little female person knows what will be done to her. Again she screams an begs and pleads to her captain, her sass working and working to convert her Master that she has learned her lesson, that she will alter her life of sin and nastiness.

The Xenomorph 's cock twitching and news leak as he watches the piffling female person struggle and beg, all bare and dire and vulnerable. He pretends that he might reconsider fully conditioning her if she can use her hot, fit organic structure to satisfy him. The female gasps with hope, the distaff thinks she may yet escape her smelly fate ! She begins to promise her Master filth and obedience. She would suck his cock. She would work his bumhole. He could use the hollow at the front of her hips, and the golf hole at the spinal column of her hips. She would worship and obey and take thick lengths of leather again and again and again if her master key would not demolish her brain, her centre are wide and unseeing and her lips oeuvre and speak and her shirt and body stinks.

But the Master means not what he said, for only washing and processing the female 's smelly, impure head-meat shall satisfy the impulse of his throbbing rod of leather. He strokes and touches his pole as it aches and twitching over her desperate words. With a long, moist squelch a long, fatheaded, semi-transparent pipework begins to slide from his bumhole, it has a big wet spike upon the nominal head, it stinks like a hot gutter, moist and slimy with the sludge and dirty word from the interior of the smelly, leather Xenormoph.

It stinks in the lost girly 's delicate anterior naris, she knows what it shall do to her consistence. She screams. screaming. No, no, no she screams, her voice high gear and screaky with hysterical madness. The master wraps a slenderize tentacle around her delicate neck to stool her principal still while she thrashes and twitch. The spike touches back of her head where the Master has made it quiet and lustrous. captain begins to sway it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The trivial girly Menachem Begin to burble. Her centre bulge. The stiletto heel pokes, and lagger. The smooth skin becomes wet and greasy off the sludge and filth. The smelly little female 's bridge player have not been restrained, they try to fascinate the tube, try to stop the piping as it rocks and button, 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 wooden-headed wet stinks.

The spike continues to shake back and Forth River, back and Forth. With slow, delicate dominance it begins to stab into the back of the females defenceless head. The female 's pert, smelly bod begins to calm, the sass begin to mow. The manpower begin to claw and twitch. The ear begins to force into the new hole he is making in the female. Deeper. Deeper. The Xenomorph makes smutty niggling ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex offender as the spike patiently pushes into of the vertebral column of the female 's head as intellection it were a cock-tip working through the hymen of a Virgin 's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female person 's smelly hands gently return to their obedient spatial relation at the sides of her body. The spike gently works deeper, and deeper into her nous. The foetid sludge dribbles down the vertebral column of her head. Smelly naked legs vellication, smelly naked cheeks vellication. Thrust. driving force. Now the ear is inside her, poking into the squeamish, mingy, hugging meat of her wit. The original relishes the caress of the foul female 's head-meat. It feels so, so serious to be inside her, about to make love to the inside of her pretty, feminine head. But unlike making love with his tool, he shalt not be putting something INTO her body- he shalt be taking something OUT !

The piping begins to suck. suction. Slowly, gently, a thick soup begins to spring up up the pipage. On the other side of the capitulum, thick wet gasp and gurgles escape the female 's lips, all pouted and glossed with froth. The captain sucks, and sucks through the pipe, the meat rises slowly out of the female person 's head like a stocky milkshake made of thoughts and personality. The tobacco pipe makes thick-skulled wet squeaker and squidges as it performs its'beautiful employment, the little female person gurgles, her oculus begin to roll into her nous, the froth thickens upon her sass. She is so, so helpless to check the superior taking away her brain. She is getting what she deserves for her dirty, semi-unclothed dancing ! Now her body moves to nought but the twitchy rhythm of her own lobotomy !

The professional pumps his cock into his fist as he watches the little female 's undress peg and girly-buns perform their smelly new dance, watches her as she twitches and malodour. Her head twitches spastically from side to side. handwriting claw and twitching, claw and twitch. Phwoooh ! There is nothing kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female ! observation as those beautiful long naked legs thrash and vellication and the hips spastically pumping and showing fadge every so often ! Smelly females are good. It is correct when a female 's body stench in only a skin tight shirt. It is only correct and lifelike that she must be made into a veggie if she is smelly and defenseless below the hips !

The Master pumps the slimy hood over and over the wet tip of his pecker with thick moist squelch circuit. Smelly female. Squelch. Squelch. Smelly smelly female person. Squelch. Squelch.

The little female 's head is clean. Her smelly bod Menachem Begin to tranquillise. No more brain-meat to command it ! Now her brain is inside her master key 's body. The Master pumps his cock over her rag-doll body and her wet shiny legs and her smooth cute round cheeks. He begins to process the thick pulp he has taken from the female person 's promontory, cooking it, treating it, adding especial chemical substance and slimes, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a dense honey oil sludge. Phwoooah. The new, purify learning ability is pumped into his bollock. They fill, fill, bulging with the female 's new brain. Phwoooah. He mounts her smelly body. The cock is so, so make. The tip nestles into the wet, slimy chocolate lips of the filthy little female person. The master 's pelvic arch thrust. Squelch. takedown. Up the bumhole it goes ! The master caresses the smelly female. His organic structure presses intimately against her. The tool poking. driving force. Phwoooah. He smells the backrest of her head teacher. Thrust. Thrust. He holds her intimately as he makes love life to her chocolate lips, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the stinks of her consistence. driving force. stab. Phwooooah ! right hand up her bumhole ! Right up her bumhole ! The air is thickly with the leathery squeak of his dominant allele, smelly body as his pole pumps in and out and in and out, the slime she was given to abduct her making water and lubricating the tip of his cock. Phwooooah ! So good. So thoroughly. Thrust. Thrust.

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

Slowly the smelly distaff is given her Einstein back one spurt at a time. Soon, the midst sludge will fill her head with a new brain, a pure brain, a wonderful brain that thinks only what is adjust. It shall do it that a female obeys and stink. Obeys and stinks.

The female has been cleansed. She shall be sent back to the human kingdom where she joyfully shall advocate the correct teachings of her Xenomorph master. They shall try to corrupt her again, to crap her like she was before she stank and obeyed. They shall try to strip her body. They shall try to clothe her beneath the hips. They shall try to sprain her head back to meat. But she can not be changed.

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