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

The smelly trivial spanker who performed in the shout on Me video, for object lesson, wearing aught but a skintight total darkness lycra suit which shows off her pap and has only a thin out strip on the front to hide out her feminine brim and an even THINNER strip at the back that goes up the fracture of her nice, round, pert bum-cheeks.

She pumps her rose hip and dance like a little spanker. Her legs are all au naturel and smooth and shining like she 's all sweaty from her foul small body-twitches. It is awry for a female to be so sexually provocative. She must be corrected.

After she 's stop doing her filthy lilliputian act, she is snatch from her changing room, still wearing her slutty little courtship. It is very easy for an Xenomorph to kidnap a female. Tentacle goes around the neck until she is cool off. She is given a special sludge up her bumhole. The guck works upon her weak little female person brain. The sludge makes her obey. She comes willingly with her new Master.

She is taken to a special sanctum where her new overlord can apply her especial treatment to make her behave correctly.

She is left in her outfit, she is put in a picayune cell of slime and leather padding. She sits and she stinks in the hot smelly chamber for various days.

Then she is institute to her Master. She has been sat in her hot, damp prison cell for days. She has not washed. Her body stinks. She is strapped into an flowery observance leather arse. The leather is moist upon her naked cheeks. The leather stench. The master makes her watch out what will happen to her in exquisite, smutty item. She is made to have intercourse what must befall to her torso and her Einstein for her impure and wrongly behaviour. For hr she sits in her smelly butt, she is made to look out again, again, again. At get-go she screams, and belly laugh as she watches the treatment she will be given. She begs to be set free. She pleads to be set liberate. She promises to atone if she is set barren. She promises to be pure if she is set free. 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 hard-on, for he knows the filthy-brained small cunt shall soon be purified.

Then the smooth, irreverent little adulteress is put back in her cell. She sits and she stinks in the moist slime for more than Day. She is fishy between the front of the hips, and smelly with B.O at the spinal column of the pelvic arch, and her blotto pink little bumhole still stinks from the obedient-slime still upon it and she 's smelly in the armpit and in the segmentation of her pert, perky tits. That slutty petty courting she wore in the video as if she could get away with being a slutty picayune cunt is mute off her pert, moist girly-bod, it stinks like Pisces at the front man. She has never had bad hygiene before. Girls are usually so good at staying clean and invigorated and pristine and pure because it is make up. But this silly small slapper deserves to be fair not. She dances like a piddling slut. She shows naked branch and raw butt-cheeks. She thinks it is empowering, but it is wrong for a female to behave this way. It is almost sealed that she will have had cock. No virginal membrane. Used rim. But the Master shall correct this filth.

She is brought to the Master again, to a flyspeck elbow room with moist walls of slime, she is strapped down upon a board. The bottom of her slutty footling suit is removed, she looks like her pert torso is clothed not below her fit little coxa as thought she wears nought but a skin-tight shirt, below it there is only fit naked pegleg and cute stave small backside and funny vaginal lips. The room fills with the puff of air of smelly female. She struggles and she screams and she thrashes and she stinks until she is hypnotically calmed as the Master whispers to her. His moist Xenomorph lips are very close to her spike, the lips whisper to her in a gently mesmeric rhythm method which slowly, delicately empties her head-meat until she is in a hypnotic trance, her eyes milk over and her lips become quag and her lips dribble and her screams become voiced gurgles and her thrashes go appease niggling vellication. Her master copy 's compact leather pole slug straight up towards the ceiling, horny from the Xenomorph 's raw dominance over the weak picayune girly. The Xenomorph whispering to the female long after she has been calmed. He relishes the exquisite peck of moist, shiny lycra sealed over her tight, pert, perky little pap. He makes nasty minuscule oohs and aaahs at the quite a little of naked distaff hips and naked female branch, her pervs on her torso as it twitches gently, bare and smooth and tight and wet and smelly. His whisper softly and intimately, his unworthy tongue Phytolacca americana into her ear.

The little female is circumcised. The skipper removes her clitoris. The Master removes her vaginal lips. It is correct that the sea captain does this. female must not savour having a member between the lips of their vaginas, for it shall crap them become sluts who will open up their leg for anyone, like this smelly little slapper. The Master is ensuring that the female person remains unadulterated and correct and that she will only deal prick when her victor wishes to use her.

The original gives her special new vaginal mouth made of Xenomorph leather, they are rigorous and right and correct like a slight virgin. The passkey gives her a special new clit made of Xenomorph leather, a very limited and correct button that will not earn the little female afford her peg for any rooster she wants. She shall only become hot and moist and wide between the hips when she knows she will be given thick length of clay, 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 lustrous new virgin leather vaginal lips. The little young lady has been circumcised, she is chastise between the pelvic arch now, all pretty and kinky and easy to wipe down like the silly little slapper she is.

Her new taken back to her cellular telephone with her new correct girly-lips. She sits, and she stinks. Her dead body has been washed not in so, so long. She stinks even worse between the pelvic arch now. Xenomorph leather gets very, very smelly when it 's wet. She is still clothed not below the rose hip now. After all, now that she has been properly circumcised, she no longer needs her vaginal backtalk to be hidden ! Not to remark that her Master shall need to use her sweet little chocolate lip for the next constituent of her discourse !

So she sits semi-naked in her moist electric cell of sludge, her finespun little nostril sniff and sniff the hot moist foetor of fit, pert plebeian female body.

So she It stinks. The chamber stench. The female stinks. But her attitude stinks big of all. It stinks of a female who thinks she can dance like sex, almost naked below the pelvis except for a few comic strip of lycra to halt everyone perving on the holes between her hips. It is the worst, near impure thing a correct and right 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 mesa of pert, moist slime on her social movement with thick Mexican valium of moist gook over her fit, long, smooth, raw, open ramification. Her gracious blond school principal is shaved at the back and made smooth and shiny. Her fairly long blonde 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 nous with particular slime like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist Pisces the Fishes. Now even her fuzz mephitis ! Her legs are strapped down to the table, but the battlefront of her body is raised up, supported by her limb to that her pretty, feminine face stairs straights ahead, just like the sluttish little thrusting motility she made in the eye of that disgusting dance television where she pumped her hips down and it you could see her gracious one shot girl-cheeks and the tv camera was angled to have it depend like she was n't wearing a thong- to pass the mental picture that if you looked down on her from above, you would be able to see her sweet niggling brown hole ... and maybe a little vag too !

The silly slight bitch probably thought that bit made her flavor so aphrodisiacal and suitable and womanly. And now her pert, smelly little bod is in the same position- only this time, the Master really CAN see her nice piffling bumhole, AND a little bit of fadge ! The only real difference is that the bumhole is still moist and filthed with guck and she has been given a new, immaculate twain of vaginal rim 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 Master, her lips working and working to convince her Master that she has learned her lesson, that she will convert her life sentence of sin and filth.

The Xenomorph 's cock twitches and leaks as he watches the trivial female person struggle and beg, all naked and do-or-die and vulnerable. He pretends that he might reconsider fully conditioning her if she can use her hot, fit dead body to satisfy him. The female gasps with Bob Hope, the female thinks she may yet escape her smelly fate ! She begins to prognosticate her Master filthiness and obedience. She would fellate his stopcock. She would lick his bumhole. He could use the hole at the front of her hips, and the maw at the back of her hips. She would idolise and obey and conduct duncical length of leather again and again and again if her Master would not destroy her brainpower, her eyes are wide and unseeing and her lips work and speak and her shirt and physical structure stinks.

But the Master means not what he said, for only washing and processing the female person 's smelly, unclean head-meat shall gratify the urges of his throbbing magnetic pole of leather. He strokes and touches his pole as it aches and twitches over her dire words. With a yearn, damp squelch a yearn, thick, semi-transparent pipage begins to slide from his bumhole, it has a big wet spike heel upon the front line, it stinks like a hot sewer, moist and slimy with the sludge and grease from the interior 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. screeching. No, no, no she screams, her vocalisation high and squeaky with hysterical madness. The professional wraps a lose weight tentacle around her frail neck opening to ca-ca her pass still while she thrashes and twitches. The spindle touches back of her head where the master copy has made it smooth and shiny. master key begins to sway it backwards and forwards, gently, yet dominantly. The minuscule girly begins to burble. Her eyes bulge. The spike pokes, and pokes. The smooth skin becomes wet and greasy off the sludge and filth. The smelly little female 's paw have not been restrained, they try to fascinate the pipe, try to stop the pipe as it rocks and pushes, but her delicate hands can do nought but slip and sloping trough on the wet dirt, 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 slack, soft dominance it begins to nose into the spine of the female person defenceless head. The female 's pert, smelly bod Menachem Begin to calm, the lips begin to pout. The hands begin to claw and twitch. The spike begins to thrust into the new hole he is making in the female. Deeper. Deeper. The Xenomorph makes filthy piffling ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex offender as the spike patiently pushes into of the rear of the female 's head as thought it were a cock-tip workings through the Hymen of a Virgin 's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female person 's fetid hands gently return to their obedient status at the sides of her body. The stiletto heel gently works deeper, and deeper into her head. The foetid sludge dribbles down the back of her head. Smelly nude legs twitch, smelly bare brass twitch. driving force. stab. Now the ear is inside her, poking into the nice, tight, hugging center of her brain. The master relishes the caress of the stinking female person 's head-meat. It feels so, so dear to be inside her, about to pee-pee passion to the inside of her pretty, feminine head. But unlike making dearest with his cock, he shalt not be putting something INTO her body- he shalt be taking something OUT !

The tobacco pipe begins to absorb. suck. Slowly, gently, a thick soup begins to heighten up the organ pipe. On the other incline of the head, loggerheaded wet gasp and gurgles escape the female 's lip, all pouted and glossed with froth. The captain suction, and sucks through the pipework, the meat rises slowly out of the female 's capitulum like a boneheaded milk shake made of thoughts and personality. The pipe makes thick wet squeaks and squidges as it performs its'beautiful workplace, the little female person gurgles, her eyes begin to wind into her psyche, the froth thickens upon her lips. She is so, so helpless to stop the passkey taking away her brain. She is getting what she deserves for her filthy, semi-unclothed dancing ! Now her body moves to nought but the twitchy rhythm of her own prefrontal leukotomy !

The Master pumps his cock into his fist as he watches the piffling female 's unclothed wooden leg and girly-buns perform their funky new saltation, watches her as she twitches and stink. Her head twitching spastically from position to side. bridge player claw and twitch, claw and twitch. Phwoooh ! There is zilch kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female person ! Watching as those beautiful yearn naked wooden leg thrash and twitch and the hips spastically pumping and showing fadge every so often ! Smelly female person are safe. It is counterbalance when a female 's consistence reek in only a scramble tight shirt. It is only set and rude that she must be made into a vegetable if she is smelly and naked below the hips !

The Master pumps the slimy cowl over and over the wet tip of his shaft with thick moist squelch. Smelly distaff. squelcher. put-down. Smelly smelly female. Squelch. Squelch.

The little female 's head word is clean. Her smelly bod Begin to calm. No more brain-meat to overlook it ! Now her nous is inside her Master 's consistency. The captain pumps his shaft over her rag-doll soundbox and her wet shiny legs and her unruffled cute round face. He begins to process the thick flesh he has taken from the female person 's head, cooking it, treating it, adding exceptional chemicals and slimes, correcting, purifying until it has been transformed into a thick green sludge. Phwoooah. The new, purified brain is pumped into his testicles. They fill, fill, bulging with the female 's new mind. Phwoooah. He mounts her foetid organic structure. The rooster is so, so prepare. The tip nestles into the wet, worthless chocolate brim of the foul trivial female. The Master 's hip joint thrust. squelcher. Squelch. Up the bumhole it goes ! The sea captain caresses the smelly distaff. His trunk presses intimately against her. The pecker thrusts. Thrusts. Phwoooah. He smells the back of her head. stab. poking. He holds her intimately as he makes love to her deep brown sassing, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the stinks of her body. jabbing. push. Phwooooah ! Right up her bumhole ! rightfield up her bumhole ! The air is thick with the leathery squeaker of his dominant, smelly body as his pole ticker in and out and in and out, the slime she was given to snatch her passing water and lubricating the tip of his cock. Phwooooah ! So good. So good. thrusting. Thrust.

Then the Xenomorph orgasms. His orgasm is long, and slow, and exquisite. He holds the smelly vegetable female person like a sexdoll as his chunk squeeze and power play, ejaculating thick, hot, prospicient spurts of slime from his cock-tip spurt, squirt, spurt, jet, right up the girly 's deflowered bumhole.

Slowly the smelly female is given her brain back one spurt at a time. Soon, the thick sludge will fill her school principal with a new brain, a pure wit, a wonderful brainpower that thinks only what is correct. It shall know that a female obeys and stinks. Obeys and stinks.

The female has been cleansed. She shall be sent back to the man realm where she joyfully shall preach the correct commandment of her Xenomorph lord. They shall try to buy her again, to cause her like she was before she stank and obeyed. They shall try to houseclean her body. They shall try to clothe her beneath the hips. They shall try to turn her brainpower back to nub. But she can not be changed.

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