female who go on video 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 null but a skintight black lycra courting which shows off her tits and has only a lose weight strip on the front line to shroud her feminine lips and an even dilutant airstrip at the spinal column that goes up the crack of her nice, beat, pert bum-cheeks.

She pumps her pelvic arch and terpsichore like a little spanker. Her legs are all bare and placid and glazed like she 's all sweaty from her filthy little body-twitches. It is faulty for a female to be so sexually provocative. She must be corrected.

After she 's polish off doing her filthy piddling act, she is abducted from her changing room, still wearing her slutty short suit. It is very well-heeled for an Xenomorph to kidnap a female. Tentacle goes around the neck until she is calm. She is given a special slime up her bumhole. The slime works upon her light small female person mind. The slime makes her obey. She comes willingly with her new Master.

She is taken to a special sanctum sanctorum where her new master can ease up her special treatment to make her behave correctly.

She is left in her kit, she is put in a little cellular telephone of slime and leather cushioning. She sits and she stinks in the hot smelly sleeping accommodation for several days.

Then she is make for to her Master. She has been sat in her hot, moist jail cell for 24-hour interval. She has not washed. Her body stinks. She is strapped into an ornate ceremonial occasion leather butt. The leather is moist upon her naked cheeks. The leather stinks. The master makes her watch what will happen to her in exquisite, dirty detail. She is made to get it on what must take place to her soundbox and her brain for her impure and incorrect demeanor. For hours she sits in her foul-smelling backside, she is made to watch again, again, again. At first she screams, and screech as she watches the treatment she will be given. She begs to be set free. She pleads to be set spare. She promises to repent if she is set complimentary. She promises to be arrant if she is set unloose. She promises blowjobs if she is set free. But her Master listens not. She babbles and she begs. But the maestro does nought but stroke his twitching erection, for he knows the filthy-brained little bitch shall soon be purified.

Then the smooth, irreverent short slut is put back in her cell. She sits and she stinks in the moist slime for more days. She is suspicious between the front of the hip, and smelly with B.O at the back of the hips, and her tight rap trivial bumhole still stinks from the obedient-slime still upon it and she 's smelly in the armpits and in the segmentation of her pert, perky tits. That slutty fiddling suit of clothes she wore in the video as if she could get away with being a slutty little bitch is break off her pert, moist girly-bod, it stinks like fish at the figurehead. She has never had bad hygienics before. Girls are usually so good at staying uninfected and sassy and pristine and pure because it is correct. But this silly little slapper deserves to be clean not. She dances like a picayune slut. She shows nude wooden leg and naked butt-cheeks. She thinks it is empowering, but it is incorrect for a female person to behave this way. It is almost sure that she will have had cock. No hymen. Used rim. But the master key shall set this filth.

She is brought to the Master again, to a lilliputian elbow room with damp wall of guck, she is strapped down upon a table. The bottom of her slutty lilliputian suit is removed, she looks like her pert body is clothed not below her fit small pelvic arch as thought she wears nought but a skintight shirt, below it there is only fit naked legs and cunning round slight tooshie and fishy 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 overlord whispering to her. His moist Xenomorph sass are very close to her ears, the lips whisper to her in a gently hypnotic rhythm method of birth control which slowly, delicately empties her head-meat until she is in a hypnotic trance, her eyes milk over and her lips become slack and her lips drool and her squall become indulgent gurgles and her thrashes get gentle little vellication. Her Master 's thick leather terminal punch straight up towards the roof, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw ascendency over the weak petty girly. The Xenomorph whisper to the female person long after she has been calmed. He relishes the exquisite sight of moist, sheeny lycra sealed over her soused, pert, chirpy little tit. He makes dirty little oohs and aaahs at the visual sense of naked distaff hips and naked female person legs, her pervs on her torso as it twitches gently, naked and smooth and loaded and wet and smelly. His whispers softly and intimately, his slimy tongue clout into her ear.

The short female is circumcised. The Master removes her clit. The Master removes her vaginal back talk. It is correct that the Master does this. Females must not enjoy having a member between the sassing of their vaginas, for it shall pass water them become loose woman who will open their legs for anyone, like this smelly little spanker. The Master is ensuring that the female remains virgin and correct and that she will only take cock when her master copy compliments to use her.

The master gives her limited new vaginal lip made of Xenomorph leather, they are tight and proper and correct like a small Virgo. The master gives her a particular new clit made of Xenomorph leather, a very special and correct clit that will not induce the piddling female spread out her pegleg for any cock she wants. She shall only become hot and moist and blanket between the articulatio coxae when she knows she will be given thick duration of stiff, smelly Xenormorph leather. The master gives her a new hymen to hold her new vag unadulterated, a corpse, irreverent new hymen which pokes out between the lustrous new virgin leather vaginal lips. The little girl has been circumcised, she is correct between the rose hip now, all pretty and kinky and easy to wipe down like the silly 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 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 cite that her Master shall require to use her angelical petty cocoa backtalk for the next parting of her handling !

So she sits semi-naked in her moist cell of slime, her delicate little nostril snuff and sniffle the hot moist stinks of fit, pert unwashed female consistence.

So she It stinks. The bedchamber foetor. The female stench. But her mental attitude stinks risky of all. It stinks of a female person who thinks she can trip the light fantastic toe like sex, almost naked below the pelvic arch except for a few strip of lycra to stop everyone perving on the holes between her pelvic arch. It is the rack up, most unclean thing a correct and right girlfriend can do. She must be punished. She must be corrected.

Then she is taken to a new bedchamber. She is strapped down upon a table of pert, moist goo on her front with thick ropes of moist guck over her fit, long, smooth, naked, open pegleg. Her nice blonde head is shaved at the vertebral column and made smooth and shiny. Her somewhat yearn blond fuzz which had been made to look all wet and sweaty for the television is made into a high tower upon the top of her oral sex with especial slime like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist fish. Now even her tomentum stinks ! Her legs are strapped down to the board, but the front of her body is raised up, supported by her coat of arms to that her pretty, feminine face stairs straight ahead, just like the blowsy little thrusting motion she made in the middle of that disgusting dance video recording where she pumped her hips down and it you could see her overnice rhythm girl-cheeks and the camera was angled to make 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 little Brown gob ... and maybe a little vag too !

The silly petty bitch probably thought that bit made her flavour so sexy and worthy and feminine. And now her pert, smelly minuscule bod is in the same position- only this sentence, the master copy really CAN see her nice little bumhole, AND a piddling bit of fadge ! The merely very dispute is that the bumhole is still moist and filthed with ooze and she has been given a new, immaculate pair of vaginal sassing and a pure, obedient clit.

The female person is prepare to be fully corrected. The smelly short female knows what will be done to her. Again she screams an begs and pleads to her lord, her lips working and working to win over her sea captain that she has learned her example, that she will change her spirit of sin and nastiness.

The Xenomorph 's cock twitches and leaks as he watches the piffling female battle 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 pant with hope, the female thinks she may yet escape her smelly fate ! She begins to promise her professional filth and obedience. She would suck his cock. She would lick his bumhole. He could use the hole at the front of her hips, and the hole at the rear of her hips. She would worship and obey and take thickly distance of leather again and again and again if her Master would not demolish her mental capacity, her heart are wide and unobservant and her brim work and speak and her shirt and body stinks.

But the original means not what he said, for only washing and processing the female person 's smelly, unclean head-meat shall satisfy the itch of his throbbing celestial pole of leather. He strokes and touches his pole as it aches and twitches over her desperate run-in. With a long, moist squelch a foresightful, 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 incapacitated girly 's delicate nostrils, she knows what it shall do to her consistency. She screams. Screams. No, no, no she screams, her vocalisation high and screechy with hysterical madness. The maestro wraps a thin tentacle around her delicate neck to hold her head still while she thrashes and vellication. The spike touches back of her head where the Master has made it smooth and shiny. Master begins to rock it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The niggling girly begins to burble. Her middle protuberance. The spindle Phytolacca americana, and pigeon berry. The fluent skin becomes wet and greasy off the sludge and nastiness. The smelly piffling female 's hands have not been restrained, they try to grip the pipework, try to end the tobacco pipe as it rocks and pushes, but her delicate script can do nought but gaffe and swoop on the wet filth, becoming wet and smelly, soiling the perfectly-manicured fingernails with compact wet stinks.

The ear continues to rock back and forth, back and forth. With tedious, fragile laterality it begins to poke into the binding of the females defenceless head. The female 's pert, smelly bod Menachem Begin to calm, the lips begin to mow. The hands begin to claw and twitch. The spindle begins to thrust into the new mess he is making in the female person. Deeper. Deeper. The Xenomorph makes foul trivial ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex offender as the spindle patiently pushes into of the back of the female 's heading as view it were a cock-tip working through the Hymen of a Virgo 's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female 's smelly work force gently return to their obedient position at the sides of her body. The stiletto heel gently works deeper, and deeper into her head. The foetid guck dribbles down the dorsum of her brain. Smelly naked legs twitching, smelly raw cheeks twitch. thrust. Thrust. Now the spike heel is inside her, poking into the nice, tight, hugging sum of her genius. The master relishes the caress of the smelly female 's head-meat. It feels so, so skilful to be inside her, about to make passion to the inside of her pretty, womanly head. But unlike making honey with his stopcock, he shalt not be putting something INTO her body- he shalt be taking something OUT !

The tube begins to suck. suck. Slowly, gently, a thickset soup begins to rear up the pipe. On the former side of the heading, chummy wet gasps and gurgles escape the female 's lips, all pouted and glossed with froth. The Master sucks, and sucks through the pipe, the meat rises slowly out of the female person 's head like a thick milkshake made of cerebration and personality. The organ pipe makes thick-skulled wet narrow escape and squidges as it performs its'beautiful work, the little female person gurgles, her eye begin to stray into her head, the froth thickens upon her backtalk. She is so, so helpless to stop the headmaster taking away her mental capacity. She is getting what she deserves for her smutty, semi-unclothed dancing ! Now her body moves to nought but the twitchy regular recurrence of her own lobotomy !

The Master pumps his rooster into his clenched fist as he watches the minuscule female 's uncase peg and girly-buns perform their smelly new saltation, watches her as she twitches and malodour. Her capitulum twitches spastically from incline to side. Hands claw and twitch, claw and vellication. Phwoooh ! There is nothing kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female person ! observance as those beautiful farsighted naked stage thrash and twitch and the pelvic arch spastically pumping and showing fadge every so often ! Smelly female are right. It is correct when a female 's torso stinks in only a skin tight shirt. It is only adjust and instinctive that she must be made into a vegetable if she is smelly and defenseless below the rose hip !

The professional pumps the slimy lens hood over and over the wet tip of his cock with thick moist squelch circuit. Smelly female. Squelch. squelcher. Smelly smelly female person. squelch circuit. Squelch.

The lilliputian female person 's headway is clean. Her smelly bod Menachem Begin to cool it. No more brain-meat to overlook it ! Now her brain is inside her original 's body. The skipper pumps his cock over her rag-doll body and her wet lustrous pegleg and her smooth precious round cheeks. He begins to process the thick flesh he has taken from the female 's head, cooking it, treating it, adding special chemicals and goop, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a thick green sludge. Phwoooah. The new, purified brain is pumped into his ball. They fill, fill, bulging with the female 's new brain. Phwoooah. He mounts her smelly body. The prick is so, so ready. The tip nestles into the wet, slimy chocolate lips of the filthy niggling female. The master key 's hips thrust. Squelch. Squelch. Up the bumhole it goes ! The skipper caresses the smelly female. His trunk presses intimately against her. The cock thrusts. jabbing. Phwoooah. He smells the backrest of her question. drive. jabbing. He holds her intimately as he makes dearest to her deep brown brim, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the stinks of her trunk. knife thrust. push. Phwooooah ! rightfulness up her bumhole ! Right up her bumhole ! The air is buddy-buddy 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 wetting and lubricating the tip of his cock. Phwooooah ! So good. So safe. Thrust. Thrust.

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

Slowly the smelly female person is given her psyche back one spirt at a time. Soon, the thick sludge will replete her foreland with a new brain, a pure brain, a wonderful encephalon that thinks only what is slump. It shall know 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 redress teachings of her Xenomorph passe-partout. They shall try to corrupt her again, to piddle her like she was before she stank and obeyed. They shall try to scavenge her body. They shall try to clothe her beneath the hips. They shall try to turn her brainpower back to meat. But she can not be changed.

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