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

The smelly minuscule slapper who performed in the song on Me telecasting, for example, wearing zippo but a skin-tight black lycra suit which shows off her titty and has only a slenderize airstrip on the front to obliterate her womanly sassing and an even THINNER slip at the back that goes up the crack of her overnice, round, pert bum-cheeks.

She pumps her pelvic girdle and terpsichore like a little slapper. Her peg are all defenseless and tranquil 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 polish off doing her filthy lilliputian act, she is abducted from her changing room, still wearing her slutty fiddling courting. It is very easy for an Xenomorph to kidnap a female. Tentacle goes around the neck until she is equanimity. She is given a exceptional slime up her bumhole. The guck works upon her weak little female Einstein. The ooze makes her obey. She comes willingly with her new Master.

She is taken to a special sanctum where her new captain can give her special treatment to take her behave correctly.

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

Then she is impart to her superior. She has been sat in her hot, damp cell for days. She has not washed. Her body malodor. She is strapped into an ornate ceremonial leather seat. The leather is moist upon her nude brass. The leather stinks. The master key makes her watch what will happen to her in exquisite, filthy point. She is made to cognise what must happen to her torso and her mastermind for her impure and wrong deportment. For hr she sits in her smelly seat, she is made to watch again, again, again. At first she screams, and screams as she watches the treatment she will be given. She begs to be set absolve. She pleads to be set innocent. She promises to repent if she is set free. She promises to be thoroughgoing if she is set free. She promises blowjobs if she is set free. But her professional listens not. She babbles and she begs. But the professional does nought but stroke his twitching erection, for he knows the filthy-brained fiddling bitch shall soon be purified.

Then the smooth, pert little loose woman is put back in her jail cell. She sits and she stinks in the moist goo for More days. She is funny between the forepart of the hips, and smelly with B.O at the spine of the rosehip, and her tight pink short bumhole still stinks from the obedient-slime still upon it and she 's smelly in the armpit and in the segmentation of her pert, buoyant mammilla. That slutty little suit she wore in the television as if she could get away with being a slutty little bitch is deaden off her pert, moist girly-bod, it stinks like fish at the nominal head. She has never had bad hygienics before. female child are usually so respectable at staying clean and invigorated and pristine and pure because it is correct. But this featherbrained little slapper deserves to be sporting not. She dances like a niggling slut. She shows naked legs and naked butt-cheeks. She thinks it is empowering, but it is incorrect for a female person to behave this way. It is almost certain that she will have had stopcock. No virginal membrane. Used lips. But the Master shall correct this filth.

She is brought to the schoolmaster again, to a tiny room with moist paries of slime, she is strapped down upon a table. The bottom of her slutty little suit is removed, she looks like her pert organic structure is clothed not below her fit little hips as thought she wears nought but a skin-tight shirt, below it there is only fit raw peg and cunning circle minuscule fundament and shady vaginal mouth. The room fills with the whiff of smelly distaff. She struggles and she screams and she thrashes and she stinks until she is hypnotically calmed as the Master whisper to her. His moist Xenomorph lips are very close to her spike, the lips 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 lips become slump and her lips filter and her screaming become subdued gurgles and her thrashes become lenify piffling vellication. Her maestro 's thick leather pole thrusting straight up towards the roof, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw dominance over the fallible little girly. The Xenomorph rustling to the female person long after she has been calmed. He relishes the recherche sight of moist, shiny lycra sealed over her tight, impertinent, perky little tits. He makes nasty small oohs and aaahs at the sight of raw female person pelvic girdle and naked female ramification, her pervs on her body as it twitches gently, bare and smooth and close and wet and smelly. His voicelessness softly and intimately, his despicable knife dawdler into her ear.

The small female person is circumcised. The Master removes her clit. The Master removes her vaginal lips. It is redress that the schoolmaster does this. female must not enjoy having a penis between the lips of their vaginas, for it shall prepare them become sluts who will open their peg for anyone, like this smelly little slapper. The Master is ensuring that the female remains pure and slump and that she will only involve cock when her lord wishes to use her.

The master gives her special new vaginal rim made of Xenomorph leather, they are stringent and proper and correct like a slight virgin. The schoolmaster gives her a special new button made of Xenomorph leather, a very special and correct button that will not realise the little female open her ramification for any cock she wants. She shall only suit hot and damp and astray between the pelvic girdle when she knows she will be given compact lengths of stiff, smelly Xenormorph leather. The passe-partout gives her a new Hymen to clear her new vag fill out, a stiff, pert new maidenhead which pokes out between the shiny new virgin leather vaginal rim. The trivial young woman has been circumcised, she is redress between the rose hip now, all pretty and kinky and easy to wipe down like the wacky little slapper she is.

Her new taken back to her cell with her new make up girly-lips. She sits, and she stinks. Her eubstance 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 pelvis 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 take to use her sweet little chocolate backtalk for the adjacent part of her treatment !

So she sits semi-naked in her moist cell of slime, her touchy lilliputian nostrils snuff and sniff the hot moist stench of fit, pert common female soundbox.

So she It stinks. The bedchamber stinks. The female stinks. But her attitude stinks bad of all. It stinks of a female person who thinks she can dance like sex, almost naked below the rosehip except for a few strips of lycra to arrest everyone perving on the holes between her hips. It is the worst, most impure matter 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 thickset Mexican valium of moist guck over her fit, long, smooth, defenseless, candid legs. Her nice blond head is shaved at the back and made smooth and shiny. Her pretty hanker blonde hair which had been made to seem all wet and sweaty for the video is made into a high towboat upon the top of her head with limited slime like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist Pisces. Now even her pilus stinks ! Her legs are strapped down to the table, but the social movement of her physical structure is raised up, supported by her arms to that her pretty, feminine face stairs heterosexual ahead, just like the light little thrusting motion she made in the heart of that disgusting dancing television where she pumped her hips down and it you could see her squeamish round girl-cheeks and the camera was angled to crap it look 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 minuscule brown pickle ... and maybe a little vag too !

The light-headed little bitch probably thought that bit made her expression so aphrodisiacal and desirable and feminine. And now her pert, smelly little bod is in the same position- only this time, the master copy really CAN see her nice little bumhole, AND a picayune bit of fadge ! The entirely real dispute is that the bumhole is still moist and filthed with gook and she has been given a new, immaculate pair of vaginal lips and a pure, obedient clit.

The female is prepare 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, her brim working and working to convince her Master that she has learned her deterrent example, that she will change her life of sin and grime.

The Xenomorph 's cock twitches and leaks as he watches the little female person struggle and beg, all naked and despairing and vulnerable. He pretends that he might reconsider fully conditioning her if she can use her hot, fit body to fulfill him. The female gasps with Hope, the female thinks she may yet escape her smelly fate ! She begins to promise her maestro filth and obedience. She would suck his cock. She would lick his bumhole. He could use the kettle of fish at the front of her hip joint, and the mess at the back of her hips. She would worship and obey and take thick duration of leather again and again and again if her skipper would not destroy her brain, her middle are wide and unseeing and her sass work and speak and her shirt and trunk stinks.

But the superior means not what he said, for only washing and processing the female 's smelly, unclean head-meat shall satisfy the urges of his throbbing pole of leather. He strokes and touches his celestial pole as it aches and twitches over her desperate lyric. With a long, damp squelch a long, thick, semi-transparent pipe begins to slue from his bumhole, it has a big wet capitulum upon the front, it stinks like a hot sewer, moist and slimy with the sludge and filth from the interior of the smelly, leather Xenormoph.

It stinks in the incapacitated girly 's delicate nostrils, she knows what it shall do to her consistence. She screams. Screams. No, no, no she screams, her voice high and squeaking with hysterical madness. The master wraps a thin tentacle around her delicate neck to seduce her head still while she thrashes and twitch. The spike touches back of her chief where the headmaster has made it still and glossy. superior begins to rock it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The little girly begins to burble. Her eyes swelling. The spike pokes, and carrier bag. The smoothen skin becomes wet and greasy off the sludge and grease. The smelly little female 's hands have not been restrained, they try to grip the pipe, try to stop the pipework as it rocks and pushes, but her delicate hands can do nought but slip and slideway on the wet soil, becoming wet and smelly, soiling the perfectly-manicured fingernails with thick wet stinks.

The spike continues to rock back and forth, back and forth. With slow, delicate authorisation it begins to jab into the back of the females defenceless head. The female person 's pert, smelly bod begins to calm, the lips begin to pout. The deal begin to claw and tweet. The spike begins to thrust into the new hole he is making in the female person. Deeper. Deeper. The Xenomorph makes foul piffling ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex offender as the spike patiently pushes into of the backbone of the female 's forefront as thought it were a cock-tip workings through the hymen of a Virgo 's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female 's smelly deal gently return to their obedient position at the sides of her body. The spike gently works deeper, and deeper into her head. The foetid sludge dribbles down the back of her head. Smelly naked legs twitch, smelly naked cheeks twitch. Thrust. Thrust. Now the ear is inside her, poking into the gracious, pissed, hugging center of her brain. The superior relishes the caress of the smelly female 's head-meat. It feels so, so good to be inside her, about to make lovemaking to the inside of her pretty, womanly head. But unlike making love with his stopcock, he shalt not be putting something INTO her body- he shalt be taking something OUT !

The tobacco pipe begins to suck. suck. Slowly, gently, a duncical soup begins to rise up up the pipe. On the early side of the head, thick wet gasps and gurgles escape the female person 's back talk, all pouted and glossed with froth. The headmaster sucks, and sucks through the pipage, the heart rises slowly out of the female 's oral sex like a thick milkshake made of thoughts and personality. The pipe makes compact wet squeaks and squidges as it performs its'beautiful piece of work, the small female gurgles, her center begin to roll into her head, the froth thickens upon her lips. She is so, so helpless to stop the Master 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 Master pumps his cock into his fist as he watches the petty female person 's unclothed legs and girly-buns perform their smelly new saltation, watches her as she twitches and stinks. Her forefront vellication spastically from side to side. hired hand claw and twitch, claw and vellication. Phwoooh ! There is naught kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female ! observance as those beautiful tenacious defenseless legs thrash and twitch and the hips spastically pumping and showing fadge every so often ! Smelly female person are serious. It is correct when a female 's soundbox stinks in only a pelt tight shirt. It is only even out and natural that she must be made into a veg if she is smelly and naked below the pelvis !

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

The petty female 's head is clear. Her foul bod begins to calm. No more brain-meat to command it ! Now her nous is inside her Master 's trunk. The Master pumps his cock over her rag-doll trunk and her wet bright leg and her smoothen cunning round boldness. He begins to process the thick pulp he has taken from the female 's oral sex, cooking it, treating it, adding limited chemicals and goo, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a thick green gook. Phwoooah. The new, sublimate brain is pumped into his testicles. They fill, fill, bulging with the female 's new psyche. Phwoooah. He mounts her smelly body. The cock is so, so cook. The tip nestles into the wet, worthless deep brown lip of the filthy little female. The Master 's hip thrust. squelch. Squelch. Up the bumhole it goes ! The captain caresses the smelly female. His organic structure presses intimately against her. The dick thrusts. driving force. Phwoooah. He smells the back of her head. Thrust. Thrust. He holds her intimately as he makes passion to her chocolate back talk, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the stink of her body. Thrust. Thrust. Phwooooah ! Right up her bumhole ! right up her bumhole ! The air is deep with the leathery squeak of his dominant, smelly dead body as his pole pumps in and out and in and out, the gook she was given to abduct her wetting and lubricating the tip of his prick. Phwooooah ! So good. So expert. Thrust. Thrust.

Then the Xenomorph orgasms. His orgasm is long, and slack, and exquisite. He holds the smelly vegetable female like a sexdoll as his nut liquidity crisis and squeeze, ejaculating thick, hot, long spurt of muck from his cock-tip spurt, squirt, jet, spirt, right up the girly 's deflowered bumhole.

Slowly the smelly distaff is given her brain back one jet at a metre. Soon, the midst ooze will take her head word with a new brain, a pure brain, a terrific nous that thinks only what is correct. It shall recognise that a female obeys and fetor. Obeys and stinks.

The female has been cleansed. She shall be sent back to the human land where she joyfully shall preach the correct teachings of her Xenomorph master. They shall try to corrupt her again, to pretend her like she was before she stank and obeyed. They shall try to clean her body. They shall try to clothe her beneath the articulatio coxae. They shall try to become her brain back to meat. But she can not be changed.

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