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

The smelly piffling slapper who performed in the cry on Me video, for object lesson, wearing goose egg but a skintight black lycra cause which shows off her tits and has only a dilute strip show on the social movement to hide her feminine lips and an even diluent slip at the backbone that goes up the chap of her skillful, turn, impertinent bum-cheeks.

She pumps her rosehip and dances like a fiddling slapper. Her stage are all naked and fluent and burnished 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 complete doing her dirty little act, she is snatch from her changing way, still wearing her slutty picayune courtship. It is very easy for an Xenomorph to abduct a female person. Tentacle goes around the neck until she is calm. She is given a special guck up her bumhole. The slime works upon her feeble trivial female brain. The gook makes her obey. She comes willingly with her new Master.

She is taken to a special sanctum where her new original can give her peculiar treatment to make her behave correctly.

She is left in her outfit, she is put in a short cellular telephone of ooze and leather padding. She sits and she stinks in the hot smelly chamber for several days.

Then she is brought to her Master. She has been sat in her hot, damp cellular telephone for 24-hour interval. She has not washed. Her body reek. She is strapped into an flowery ceremonial leather buttocks. The leather is moist upon her naked cheeks. The leather stink. The sea captain makes her watch what will happen to her in exquisite, smutty particular. She is made to recognise what must happen to her eubstance and her brainiac for her impure and wrong behaviour. For hours she sits in her ill-scented seat, she is made to watch again, again, again. At maiden she screams, and howler as she watches the intervention she will be given. She begs to be set complimentary. She pleads to be set free. She promises to repent if she is set unblock. She promises to be pure if she is set discharge. She promises blowjobs if she is set free. 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 bitch shall soon be purified.

Then the smooth, impertinent little slut is put back in her cell. She sits and she stinks in the moist slime for more days. She is suspicious between the strawman of the hips, and smelly with B.O at the back of the hips, and her crocked 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 nipple. That slutty little suit of clothes she wore in the picture as if she could get away with being a slutty picayune bitch is damp off her pert, damp girly-bod, it stinks like Fish at the social movement. She has never had bad hygiene before. Girls are usually so good at staying fairly and sassy and pristine and pure because it is set. But this silly minuscule spanker deserves to be clean not. She dances like a little slut. She shows naked legs and nude butt-cheeks. She thinks it is empowering, but it is incorrect for a female to comport this way. It is almost sure that she will have had pecker. No hymen. Used back talk. But the schoolmaster shall correct this filth.

She is brought to the Master again, to a tiny room with moist walls of slime, she is strapped down upon a table. The bottom of her slutty little suit is removed, she looks like her pert body is clothed not below her fit petty pelvic girdle as thought she wears nought but a skintight shirt, below it there is only fit naked legs and cute round little butt joint and fishy vaginal back talk. 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 rustle to her. His moist Xenomorph lips are very close to her ears, the lips whisper to her in a gently mesmeric musical rhythm which slowly, delicately empties her head-meat until she is in a hypnotic trance, her eyes milk over and her lips become slackness and her lips dribble and her screams become balmy gurgles and her thrashes become blue petty twitching. Her captain 's thick leather magnetic pole pokes straight up towards the ceiling, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw dominance over the weak little girly. The Xenomorph whispers to the female long after she has been calmed. He relishes the exquisite batch of moist, shiny lycra sealed over her tight, pert, perky little bosom. He makes smutty short oohs and aaahs at the mess of naked female hips and naked female legs, her pervs on her eubstance as it twitches gently, bare and still and tight and wet and smelly. His rustling softly and intimately, his slimy spit Phytolacca americana into her ear.

The little female person is circumcised. The skipper removes her clitoris. The captain removes her vaginal lips. It is slump that the lord does this. Females must not enjoy having a penis between the lips of their vaginas, for it shall make them become slut who will unfold their legs for anyone, like this smelly little spanker. The passkey is ensuring that the female person remains pure and compensate and that she will only guide cock when her superior wishes to use her.

The master gives her special new vaginal lips made of Xenomorph leather, they are soaked and proper and correct like a trivial virgin. The superior gives her a particular new clit made of Xenomorph leather, a very limited and correct clit that will not make water the little distaff open her legs for any cock she wants. She shall only go hot and moist and wide between the coxa when she knows she will be given slurred lengths of corpse, smelly Xenormorph leather. The master gives her a new hymen to make her new vag complete, a stiff, pert new hymen which pokes out between the sheeny new virgin leather vaginal lips. The little girl has been circumcised, she is correct between the hip now, all pretty and kinky and easy to pass over down like the silly little slapper she is.

Her new taken back to her jail 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 high-risk between the hips now. Xenomorph leather gets very, very smelly when it 's wet. She is still clothed not below the coxa 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 overlord shall take to use her sweet-smelling fiddling chocolate sass for the next part of her treatment !

So she sits semi-naked in her moist prison cell of slime, her delicate small nostrils sniff and sniff the hot dampish stinks of fit, pert unwashed female trunk.

So she It stinks. The bedchamber reek. The female mephitis. But her attitude stinks worst of all. It stinks of a female who thinks she can dance like sex, almost naked below the rose hip except for a few strips of lycra to stop everyone perving on the mess between her hips. It is the speculative, most impure affair a correct and proper young lady can do. She must be punished. She must be corrected.

Then she is taken to a new chamber. She is strapped down upon a mesa of pert, moist slime on her front line with thickheaded ropes of moist slime over her fit, long, smooth, naked, open legs. Her nice blonde head is shaved at the spine and made smooth and shiny. Her middling retentive blonde hairsbreadth which had been made to look all wet and sweaty for the television is made into a in high spirits tower upon the top of her head with special slime like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist fish. Now even her hairsbreadth malodor ! Her legs are strapped down to the table, but the front of her eubstance is raised up, supported by her subdivision to that her pretty, womanly face stairs straights ahead, just like the sluttish little thrusting motion she made in the centre of that disgusting saltation video recording where she pumped her hips down and it you could see her courteous rung girl-cheeks and the camera was angled to make it look like she was n't wearing a thong- to reach the printing that if you looked down on her from above, you would be capable to see her scented little Brown hole ... and maybe a little vag too !

The silly little bitch probably thought that bit made her look so aphrodisiac and worthy and feminine. And now her pert, smelly picayune 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 only literal difference is that the bumhole is still moist and filthed with guck and she has been given a new, immaculate pair of vaginal lips and a pure, obedient clit.

The female person 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 Master, her rim working and working to convert her Master that she has learned her lesson, that she will change her life of sin and filth.

The Xenomorph 's cock twitch and leak as he watches the little female conflict and beg, all nude and desperate and vulnerable. He pretends that he might reconsider fully conditioning her if she can use her hot, fit body to satisfy him. The female gasp with hope, the female thinks she may yet escape her smelly fate ! She begins to anticipate her Master stain and obeisance. She would suck his rooster. She would lick his bumhole. He could use the hole at the front of her rosehip, and the gob at the back of her hips. She would hero-worship and obey and take wooden-headed duration of leather again and again and again if her Master would not destroy her brain, her eye 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 pole of leather. He strokes and touches his rod as it aches and twitches over her desperate words. With a long, moist squelch a long, thick, semi-transparent pipe begins to slew from his bumhole, it has a big wet ear upon the front, it stinks like a hot toilet, moist and slimy with the goo and vulgarism from the inside of the smelly, leather Xenormoph.

It stinks in the helpless girly 's delicate nostril, she knows what it shall do to her body. She screams. thigh-slapper. No, no, no she screams, her voice high and squeaky with hysterical folly. The master wraps a tenuous tentacle around her delicate cervix to attain her headspring still while she thrashes and twitch. The capitulum touches back of her head where the Master has made it smooth out and shiny. superior begins to sway it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The little girly Menachem Begin to babble. Her eyes prominence. The spike slug, and pokes. The smooth hide becomes wet and greasy off the goo and crud. The smelly picayune female 's manpower have not been restrained, they try to fascinate the pipe, try to stop the pipe as it rocks and get-up-and-go, but her frail hands can do nought but slip and coast on the wet filth, 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 dominance it begins to poke into the dorsum of the female person defenceless head. The female 's pert, smelly bod Begin to calm, the rim begin to pout. The work force begin to claw and twitch. The spike begins to hurl into the new golf hole he is making in the female. Deeper. Deeper. The Xenomorph makes filthy fiddling ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex offender as the stiletto heel patiently pushes into of the book binding of the female 's head as thought process it were a cock-tip working through the hymen of a Virgin 's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female 's smelly custody gently return to their obedient position at the sides of her body. The spike gently works deeper, and deeper into her school principal. The foetid sludge dribbles down the backrest of her head. Smelly au naturel pegleg twitch, smelly naked face twitch. stab. Thrust. Now the spike is inside her, poking into the nice, tight, hugging meat of her brain. The master relishes the caress of the stinking female 's head-meat. It feels so, so good to be inside her, about to make love to the inside of her pretty, feminine head. But unlike making making love with his turncock, he shalt not be putting something INTO her body- he shalt be taking something OUT !

The organ pipe begins to blow. Suck. Slowly, gently, a thick soup begins to rise up up the pipe. On the other side of the nous, thick wet pant and gurgles escape the female person 's back talk, all pouted and glossed with froth. The passe-partout sucks, and suction through the tube, the meat rises slowly out of the female 's head like a thick-skulled milkshake made of thoughts and personality. The pipe makes thick wet narrow escape and squidges as it performs its'beautiful work, the niggling female gurgles, her eyes begin to roll into her head, the froth thickens upon her lips. She is so, so helpless to stop the passe-partout taking away her brain. She is getting what she deserves for her filthy, semi-unclothed dancing ! Now her consistence moves to nought but the twitchy calendar method of her own lobotomy !

The Master pumps his shaft into his fist as he watches the little female 's unclothed legs and girly-buns perform their smelly new terpsichore, watches her as she twitches and stinks. Her head twitches spastically from side to side. hired man pincer and twitch, claw and twitch. Phwoooh ! There is zilch kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female ! watching as those beautiful yearn au naturel 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 fetor in only a shinny tight shirt. It is only even out and natural that she must be made into a vegetable if she is smelly and naked below the pelvic arch !

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

The little female 's head is houseclean. Her smelly bod begins to becalm. No more brain-meat to require it ! Now her mentality is inside her Master 's consistence. The Master pumps his cock over her rag-doll body and her wet sheeny ramification and her smooth cute round cheeks. He begins to process the thick pulp he has taken from the female person 's read/write head, cooking it, treating it, adding special chemical and goop, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a dense green sludge. Phwoooah. The new, distill brain is pumped into his testicle. They fill, fill, bulging with the female 's new brain. Phwoooah. He mounts her smelly soundbox. The dick is so, so ready. The tip nestles into the wet, worthless chocolate backtalk of the dirty trivial female person. The Master 's hips thrust. squelch circuit. squelch circuit. Up the bumhole it goes ! The master caresses the smelly distaff. His eubstance presses intimately against her. The dick knife thrust. Thrusts. Phwoooah. He smells the spine of her head. Thrust. knife thrust. He holds her intimately as he makes love to her umber sassing, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the malodor of her physical structure. Thrust. jabbing. Phwooooah ! Right up her bumhole ! right field up her bumhole ! The air is thick with the leathery squeak of his dominant, smelly torso as his magnetic pole pump in and out and in and out, the sludge she was given to abduct her passing water and lubricating the tip of his shaft. Phwooooah ! So serious. So good. push. Thrust.

Then the Xenomorph orgasms. His orgasm is long, and slow down, and exquisite. He holds the smelly veggie female like a sexdoll as his balls squeeze and credit crunch, ejaculating thick, hot, farseeing spurts of slime from his cock-tip squirt, spurt, jet, spurt, right up the girly 's deflowered bumhole.

Slowly the smelly female is given her brain back one spurt at a metre. Soon, the thick sludge will sate her promontory with a new brain, a pure brain, a fantastic psyche that thinks only what is rectify. It shall love that a distaff 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 correct pedagogy of her Xenomorph passe-partout. They shall try to subvert her again, to get her like she was before she stank and obeyed. They shall try to cleanse her body. They shall try to habilitate her beneath the hips. They shall try to turn her brain back to heart. But she can not be changed.

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