Cleaning a schoolgirl's brain - Sex Stories

Cleaning a schoolgirl's brain

... pretty teen-girl lips even as it made them all wet and shiny and glossed and fit. Inside Shelly's perfect little mouth the stiff, pert pole of Alien leather creaked and squeaked in filthy, disgusting ecstasy as the slimy, fishy cock-tip pushed and slipped against the soft, wet heaven of the back feminine throat, twitching and pushing and lusting and relishing and obeying the Predalien's raw, throbbing, dominating urge to satisfy his impure, defiling jailbait urges to fill fit, pretty, totally-not-underaged females with slime in a thick, wet, robotising stream of obedience. The Predalien wees and wees in spastic little spurts, pumping his special water into the little female's weak, delicate, newly-pubescent body. Shelli's slender, delicately feminine little neck bulges and jiggles as her pert, delicate little bod begins to fill with thick, smelly obedience, one spurt at a time. But what the Predalien pumps into his female is not his orgasm-juice. It is merely his conditioning-slime, a special liquid to treat and prepare Shelli's body for the wonderful, correct new work it must perform. When the Predalien has given enough of this treatment to Shelli, he commands her to stand. The little female's body twitches obediently on to her kinky leather fetish ankle-length platform boots. The lips pout slackly. The eyes are milked over, the eyes stare. From a special, filth-slimed orifice in the Predalien's body, a leather ring like a toilet seat slides with wet burbles and ...

... squelches, wet and filthy with Predalien body-slime. Shelli is commanded to sit. Obediently, daintily, her cute little tushy nestles into the smelly leather of the ring, so that she sits facing away from her master with the stiff leather of her shirt rubbing and squeaking against the strong, dominant leather of the Predalien's body. She is so close to her Master. The thick, raw, filthy stinks of Predalien body are ripe and pert in her nostrils, but Shelli notices not that her Master stinks. The fluid has performed its' special, correct work upon her. She sits upright and obedient, her hands rest with delicate, refined feminity upon the top of her pert, naked legs. The Predalien strokes her beautiful, submissive body with the delicate, twitchy touch of a pervert commanded by the will of his sick, depurifying cock. Special, delicate tentacles begin to slide from the horrid, uncleansed sludge of the Predalien's bum-hole. Thick, wet lumps of nightsoil plop and squelch down his strong, mighty legs as the tentacles slide up through the hole in the middle of the ring to begin the female's full treatment. Shelly does nought but twitch slightly as the tentacles begin to push and voilate and filth her pink, tight, immaculate little chocolate lips. Tentacles push. Lips become smelly and soiled and devirginised. Shelly's head twitches and rocks a little. Hands claw and grasp a little at the pert, tight legs. Leather shirt squeaks and creaks, gently, softly. Tentacles push. Bumhole stinks. The ...