Females who dance around like sluts should be turned into obedient sex-dolls
Females who go on videos wearing only skimpy thong-backed leotards are asking for it.
The smelly little slapper who performed in the Call on Me video, for example, wearing nothing but a skintight black lycra suit which shows off her tits and has only a thin strip on the front to hide her feminine lips and an even THINNER strip at the back that goes up the crack of her nice, round, pert bum-cheeks.
She pumps her hips and dances like a little slapper. Her legs are all naked 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 room, still wearing her slutty little suit. It is very easy for an Xenomorph to abduct 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 weak little female brain. The slime makes her obey. She comes willingly with her new Master.
She is taken to a special sanctum where her new master can give her special treatment to make her behave correctly.
She is left in her outfit, she is put in a little cell of slime 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, moist cell for days. She has not washed. Her body stinks. She is strapped into an ornate ceremonial leather seat. The leather is moist upon her naked cheeks. The leather stinks. The master makes her watch what will happen to her in exquisite, filthy detail. She is made to know what must happen to her body and her brain for her impure and wrong behaviour. For hours 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 free. She pleads to be set free. She promises to repent if she is set free. 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 erection, for he knows the filthy-brained little bitch shall soon be purified.
Then the smooth, pert little slut is put back in her cell. She sits and she stinks in the moist slime for more days. She is fishy between the front of the hips, and smelly with B.O at the back of the hips, and her tight 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 tits. That slutty little suit she wore in the video as if she could get away with being a slutty little bitch is damp off her pert, moist girly-bod, it stinks like fish at the front. She has never had bad hygiene before. Girls are usually so good at staying clean and fresh and pristine and pure because it is correct. But this silly little slapper deserves to be clean not. She dances like a little slut. She shows naked legs and naked butt-cheeks. She thinks it is empowering, but it is incorrect for a female to behave 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 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 little hips as thought she wears nought but a skintight shirt, below it there is only fit naked legs and cute round little butt and fishy vaginal lips. The 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 whispers to her. His moist Xenomorph lips are very close to her ears, 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 slack and her lips dribble and her screams become soft gurgles and her thrashes become gentle little twitches. Her Master's thick leather 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 sight of moist, shiny lycra sealed over her tight, pert, perky little tits. He makes filthy little oohs and aaahs at the sight of naked female hips and naked female legs, her pervs on her body as it twitches gently, naked and smooth and tight and wet and smelly. His whispers softly and intimately, his slimy tongue pokes into her ear.
The little female is circumcised. The Master removes her clit. The Master removes her vaginal lips. It is correct that the Master does this. Females must not enjoy having a penis between the lips of their vaginas, for it shall make them become sluts who will open their legs for anyone, like this smelly little slapper. The Master is ensuring that the female remains pure and correct and that she will only take cock when her Master wishes to use her.
The master gives her special new vaginal lips made of Xenomorph leather, they are tight and proper and correct like a little virgin. The master gives her a special new clit made of Xenomorph leather, a very special and correct clit that will not make the little female open her legs for any cock she wants. She shall only become hot and moist and wide between the hips when she knows she will be given thick lengths of stiff, 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 shiny new virgin leather vaginal lips. The little girl has been circumcised, she is correct between the hips now, all pretty and kinky and easy to wipe down like the silly little slapper 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 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 Master shall need to use her sweet little chocolate lips for the next part of her treatment!
So she sits semi-naked in her moist cell of slime, her delicate little nostrils sniff and sniff the hot moist stinks of fit, pert unwashed female body.
So she It stinks. The chamber 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 hips except for a few strips of lycra to stop everyone perving on the holes between her hips. It is the worst, most impure thing 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 thick ropes of moist slime over her fit, long, smooth, naked, open legs. Her nice blonde head is shaved at the back and made smooth and shiny. Her pretty long blonde hair which had been made to look all wet and sweaty for the video is made into a high tower upon the top of her head with special slime like hair-gel which stinks like hot moist fish. Now even her hair stinks! Her legs are strapped down to the table, but the front of her body is raised up, supported by her arms to that her pretty, feminine face stairs straights ahead, just like the sluttish little thrusting motion she made in the middle of that disgusting dance video where she pumped her hips down and it you could see her nice round girl-cheeks and the camera was angled to make it look like she wasn'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 hole... and maybe a little vag too!
The silly little bitch probably thought that bit made her look so sexy and desirable and feminine. And now her pert, smelly little bod is in the same position- only this time, the Master really CAN see her nice little bumhole, AND a little bit of fadge! The only real difference is that the bumhole is still moist and filthed with slime and she has been given a new, immaculate pair of vaginal lips and a pure, obedient clit.
The female 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 lips working and working to convince her Master that she has learned her lesson, that she will change her life of sin and filth.
The Xenomorph's cock twitches and leaks as he watches the little female struggle and beg, all naked 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 gasps with hope, the female thinks she may yet escape her smelly fate! She begins to promise her Master 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 back of her hips. She would worship and obey and take thick lengths of leather again and again and again if her Master would not destroy her brain, her eyes are wide and unseeing and her lips work 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 urges of his throbbing pole of leather. He strokes and touches his pole as it aches and twitches over her desperate words. With a long, 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 body. She screams. Screams. No, no, no she screams, her voice high and squeaky with hysterical madness. The master wraps a thin tentacle around her delicate neck to make her head still while she thrashes and twitches. 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 little 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 hands have not been restrained, they try to grip the pipe, try to stop the pipe as it rocks and pushes, but her delicate hands can do nought but slip and slide 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 back of the females defenceless head. The female's pert, smelly bod begins 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 little ooohs and aaaaahs like a sex offender as the spike patiently pushes into of the back of the female's head as thought it were a cock-tip working through the hymen of a virgin's vagina. Deeper. Deeper. The female's smelly hands 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 spike is inside her, poking into the nice, tight, hugging meat of her brain. The master relishes the caress of the smelly 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 love with his cock, he shalt not be putting something INTO her body- he shalt be taking something OUT!
The pipe begins to suck. Suck. Slowly, gently, a thick soup begins to rise up the pipe. On the other side of the head, thick 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's head like a thick milkshake made of thoughts and personality. The pipe makes thick wet squeaks and squidges as it performs its' beautiful work, the little female gurgles, her eyes 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 filthy, 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. Hands claw and twitch, claw and twitch. Phwoooh! There is nothing kinkier to an Xenomorph than lobotomising a smelly, semi-naked female! Watching as those beautiful long naked legs 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 stinks in only a skin 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 pumps the slimy hood over and over the wet tip of his cock with thick moist squelches. Smelly female. Squelch. Squelch. Smelly smelly female. Squelch. Squelch.
The little female's head is clean. Her smelly bod begins to calm. No more brain-meat to command it! Now her brain is inside her Master's body. The Master pumps his cock over her rag-doll body and her wet shiny legs and her smooth cute round cheeks. He begins to process the thick pulp he has taken from the female's head, cooking it, treating it, adding special 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 brain. Phwoooah. He mounts her smelly body. The cock is so, so ready. The tip nestles into the wet, slimy chocolate lips of the filthy little female. The Master's hips thrust. Squelch. Squelch. Up the bumhole it goes! The master caresses the smelly female. His body presses intimately against her. The cock thrusts. Thrusts. Phwoooah. He smells the back of her head. Thrust. Thrust. He holds her intimately as he makes love to her chocolate lips, he licks and kisses her ear, he lavishes upon the stinks of her body. 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 wetting and lubricating the tip of his cock. Phwooooah! So good. So good. Thrust. Thrust.
Then the Xenomorph orgasms. His orgasm is long, and slow, and exquisite. He holds the smelly vegetable female like a sexdoll as his balls squeeze and squeeze, ejaculating thick, hot, long spurts of slime from his cock-tip spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, 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 head with a new brain, a pure brain, a wonderful brain 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 human realm where she joyfully shall preach the correct teachings of her Xenomorph master. They shall try to corrupt her again, to make her like she was before she stank and obeyed. They shall try to clean her body. They shall try to clothe her beneath the hips. They shall try to turn her brain back to meat. But she cannot be changed.