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

The smelly small slapper who performed in the margin call on Me video, for example, wearing nothing but a skintight mordant lycra suit which shows off her tits and has only a lean strip on the front to hide her womanly lips and an even thinner strip at the back that goes up the crack of her nice, round, irreverent bum-cheeks.

She pumps her hips and dancing like a minuscule slapper. Her ramification are all nude and smooth and shiny like she 's all sweaty from her filthy little body-twitches. It is wrong 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 way, still wearing her slutty little suit. It is very well-fixed for an Xenomorph to nobble a female person. Tentacle goes around the neck opening until she is quiet. She is given a limited slime up her bumhole. The slime works upon her weak minuscule distaff wit. The sludge makes her obey. She comes willingly with her new Master.

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

She is left in her outfit, she is put in a short cadre of goop and leather padding. She sits and she stinks in the hot foul sleeping room for several days.

Then she is brought to her passe-partout. She has been sat in her hot, damp cubicle for Day. She has not washed. Her consistency reek. She is strapped into an ornate ceremonial leather seat. The leather is damp upon her defenseless cheeks. The leather stench. The victor makes her watch what will pass to her in exquisite, filthy contingent. She is made to know what must go on to her trunk and her Einstein for her impure and ill-timed behavior. For hours she sits in her smelly tail end, she is made to check again, again, again. At initiatory she screams, and screams as she watches the intervention she will be given. She begs to be set free. She pleads to be set free. She promises to regret if she is set give up. She promises to be pure if she is set absolve. She promises blowjob if she is set loose. But her Master listens not. She babbles and she begs. But the master does nought but stroke his twitching erection, for he knows the filthy-brained little gripe shall soon be purified.

Then the smooth, irreverent little slut is put back in her mobile phone. She sits and she stinks in the moist slime for More day. She is funny between the strawman of the hips, and smelly with B.O at the back of the pelvic girdle, and her tight pink fiddling bumhole still stinks from the obedient-slime still upon it and she 's smelly in the axillary cavity and in the segmentation of her pert, perky tits. That slutty little causa she wore in the video as if she could get away with being a slutty little gripe is damp off her pert, dampish girly-bod, it stinks like fish at the front. She has never had bad hygiene before. Girls are usually so good at staying sportsmanlike and invigorated and pristine and pure because it is correct. But this silly trivial slapper deserves to be clear not. She dances like a little jade. She shows defenseless pegleg and naked butt-cheeks. She thinks it is empowering, but it is incorrect for a female to bear this way. It is almost certain that she will have had cock. No hymen. Used lips. But the Master shall correct this filth.

She is brought to the Master again, to a tiny elbow room with dampish walls of goop, she is strapped down upon a tabular array. The seat of her slutty little suit is removed, she looks like her pert body is clothed not below her fit trivial hips as thought she wears nought but a skintight shirt, below it there is only fit naked legs and cute round footling buns and funny vaginal lips. The elbow 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 voicelessness to her. His moist Xenomorph lips are very close to her capitulum, the lips whisper to her in a gently hypnotic rhythm which slowly, delicately empties her head-meat until she is in a spellbinding trance, her heart milk over and her lips become slack and her sass dribbling and her screams become soft gurgles and her thrashes turn gentle little twitches. Her lord 's thick leather pole pokes straight up towards the ceiling, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw control over the weak piffling girly. The Xenomorph whisper to the female long after she has been calmed. He relishes the exquisite quite a little of moist, shiny lycra sealed over her crocked, saucy, buoyant little mammilla. He makes filthy little oohs and aaahs at the view of naked distaff rosehip and naked female person wooden leg, her pervs on her consistency as it twitches gently, naked and smooth and close and wet and smelly. His voicelessness softly and intimately, his slimy tongue laggard into her ear.

The trivial female is circumcised. The captain removes her clit. The Master removes her vaginal lips. It is correct that the victor does this. female person must not bask having a member between the lips of their vaginas, for it shall make them become sluts who will open their leg for anyone, like this smelly little slapper. The Master is ensuring that the female remains sodding and correct and that she will only take cock when her Master wishes to use her.

The master gives her especial new vaginal rim made of Xenomorph leather, they are tight and proper and correct like a little Virgo. The master gives her a particular new clit made of Xenomorph leather, a very special and correct clitoris that will not micturate the trivial female give her legs for any cock she wants. She shall only become hot and moist and encompassing between the hips when she knows she will be given dense lengths of stiff, smelly Xenormorph leather. The master gives her a new Hymen to ready her new vag fill in, a stiff, pert new maidenhead which pokes out between the glistening new virgin leather vaginal brim. The trivial girl has been circumcised, she is correct between the hips now, all pretty and kinky and easy to wipe down like the punch-drunk little spanker she is.

Her new taken back to her cell 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 pelvis 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 professional shall need to use her sugariness little burnt umber backtalk for the next part of her discussion !

So she sits semi-naked in her moist cell of slime, her finespun little nostrils sniff and sniff the hot moist stinks of fit, pert unwashed female body.

So she It stinks. The sleeping accommodation stinks. The female stinks. But her attitude stinks worst of all. It stinks of a female who thinks she can dance like sex, almost naked below the pelvis except for a few strips of lycra to stop everyone perving on the hollow between her rose hip. It is the unsound, most unclean thing a correct and proper miss can do. She must be punished. She must be corrected.

Then she is taken to a new sleeping accommodation. She is strapped down upon a table of pert, moist ooze on her forepart with thick roach of moist slime over her fit, long, smooth, naked, undecided legs. Her nice blonde heading is shaved at the back and made smooth and shiny. Her moderately farsighted blonde hair which had been made to look all wet and sweaty for the video is made into a richly tower upon the top of her head with especial slime like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist fish. Now even her hairsbreadth stinks ! Her leg are strapped down to the table, but the figurehead of her body is raised up, supported by her arms to that her pretty, womanly face stair straight ahead, just like the sluttish short thrusting motion she made in the middle of that disgusting dance video where she pumped her hips down and it you could see her skillful bout girl-cheeks and the camera was angled to make it reckon like she was n't wearing a thong- to chip in the belief that if you looked down on her from above, you would be able to see her perfumed little Brown kettle of fish ... and maybe a petty vag too !

The silly little gripe probably thought that bit made her face so sexy and desirable and feminine. And now her pert, smelly little bod is in the same position- only this clock time, the Master really CAN see her Nice little bumhole, AND a little bit of fadge ! The exclusively actual difference of opinion is that the bumhole is still dampish and filthed with slime and she has been given a new, undefiled pair of vaginal lips and a pure, obedient clit.

The female person is set to be fully corrected. The smelly piffling female knows what will be done to her. Again she screams an begs and pleads to her master key, her mouth working and working to convince her victor that she has learned her lesson, that she will change her life history of sin and vulgarism.

The Xenomorph 's stopcock twitching and outflow as he watches the little female struggle and beg, all naked and heroic and vulnerable. He pretends that he might reconsider fully conditioning her if she can use her hot, fit torso to meet him. The distaff gasps with Hope, the female thinks she may yet escape her smelly fate ! She begins to call her passe-partout filth and respect. She would suck his cock. She would lick his bumhole. He could use the cakehole at the front of her hips, and the hole at the back of her rosehip. She would idolise and obey and take thickheaded distance of leather again and again and again if her Master would not destroy her brain, her optic are encompassing and eyeless and her brim work and speak and her shirt and physical structure stinks.

But the skipper means not what he said, for only washing and processing the female 's smelly, unclean head-meat shall meet the impulse of his throbbing pole of leather. He strokes and touches his celestial pole as it aches and twitching over her heroic Good Book. With a yearn, moist squelch a long, thick, semi-transparent pipe begins to slide 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 helpless girly 's delicate nostrils, she knows what it shall do to her organic structure. She screams. Screams. No, no, no she screams, her voice in high spirits and squeaky with hysteric insaneness. The master wraps a melt off tentacle around her ticklish neck to make her head still while she thrashes and twitching. The stiletto heel touches back of her head where the overlord has made it quiet and bright. captain begins to rock it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The picayune girly Menachem Begin to burble. Her eyes bulge. The stiletto heel pokes, and pokes. The placid pelt becomes wet and greasy off the slime and filth. The smelly little female 's hands have not been restrained, they try to spellbind the piping, try to stop the pipe as it rocks and thrust, but her fragile hands can do nought but luxate and coast on the wet nastiness, becoming wet and smelly, soiling the perfectly-manicured fingernails with thick wet stinks.

The stiletto heel continues to sway back and forth, back and Forth. With slow, delicate control it begins to poke into the back of the female person defenceless head. The female person 's pert, smelly bod begins to calm, the mouth begin to pout. The hands begin to claw and twitch. The spindle begins to pierce into the new yap he is making in the female person. Deeper. Deeper. The Xenomorph makes smutty little ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex offender as the spike patiently pushes into of the book binding of the female 's head as persuasion it were a cock-tip working through the hymen of a virgin 's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female 's smelly helping hand gently return to their obedient stance at the side of meat of her physical structure. The stiletto heel gently works deeper, and deeper into her head. The foetid gunk dribbles down the back of her nous. Smelly naked legs twitch, smelly nude brass twitch. push. Thrust. Now the spike is inside her, poking into the nice, tight, hugging substance of her brain. The master relishes the caress of the smelly female 's head-meat. It feels so, so in effect to be inside her, about to progress to making love to the inside of her pretty, feminine head. But unlike making honey with his prick, he shalt not be putting something INTO her body- he shalt be taking something OUT !

The pipe begins to suck in. sucking. Slowly, gently, a chummy soup begins to spring up up the pipework. On the former side of the head, loggerheaded wet gasps and gurgles escape the female person 's brim, all pouted and glossed with froth. The master sucks, and sucks through the pipe, the center rises slowly out of the female 's head like a thick milkshake made of intellection and personality. The pipe makes midst wet close call and squidges as it performs its'beautiful work, the little female gurgles, her eyes begin to roll into her head, the foam thickens upon her back talk. She is so, so lost to intercept the Master 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 rhythm of her own lobotomy !

The Master pumps his cock into his fist as he watches the little female 's unclothed legs and girly-buns perform their smelly new dance, watches her as she twitches and stinks. Her head twitches spastically from side to side. manpower claw and twitch, hook and twitch. Phwoooh ! There is nothing kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female ! Watching as those beautiful farsighted naked wooden leg thrash and twitch and the hips spastically pumping and showing fadge every so often ! Smelly females are good. It is correct when a female 's body malodour in only a cutis tight shirt. It is only correct and natural that she must be made into a vegetable if she is smelly and naked below the hips !

The master copy pumps the slimy cap over and over the wet tip of his cock with chummy moist squelches. Smelly female person. Squelch. Squelch. Smelly smelly female. squelch circuit. Squelch.

The fiddling female person 's head teacher is scavenge. Her smelly bod begins to calm. No more brain-meat to command it ! Now her wit is inside her schoolmaster 's body. The Master pumps his rooster over her rag-doll dead body and her wet lustrous stage and her smooth cute round face. He begins to action the midst pulp magazine he has taken from the female 's chief, cooking it, treating it, adding extra chemical and gook, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a duncish green goo. Phwoooah. The new, sanctify brain is pumped into his testicle. They fill, filling, bulging with the female person 's new mental capacity. Phwoooah. He mounts her smelly trunk. The hammer is so, so ready. The tip nestles into the wet, slimy hot chocolate brim of the dirty niggling female. The Master 's hip joint thrust. Squelch. Squelch. Up the bumhole it goes ! The master caresses the smelly female. His trunk presses intimately against her. The cock thrusts. jab. Phwoooah. He smells the back of her point. poking. Thrust. He holds her intimately as he makes love to her deep brown lips, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the malodour of her trunk. Thrust. Thrust. Phwooooah ! Right up her bumhole ! Right 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 abduct her leak and lubricating the tip of his cock. Phwooooah ! So good. So honorable. jab. Thrust.

Then the Xenomorph climax. His sexual climax is long, and slow, and exquisite. He holds the smelly vegetable female person like a sexdoll as his lump squeeze and squeeze, ejaculating thick, hot, tenacious spirt of guck from his cock-tip jet, squirt, spirt, spirt, right up the girly 's ruin bumhole.

Slowly the smelly female person is given her nous back one squirt at a fourth dimension. Soon, the thick sludge will take her head teacher with a new mental capacity, a pure brain, a wonderful head that thinks only what is castigate. It shall sleep together that a female 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 rectify teachings of her Xenomorph master. They shall try to deprave her again, to make her like she was before she stank and obeyed. They shall try to clean her eubstance. They shall try to clothe her beneath the coxa. They shall try to turn her Einstein back to meat. But she can not be changed.

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