Talula was trying to regulate her breathing. That was proving a little difficult because her head was all fucked up. She could hear her heart, thumping in her chest as though it was trying to get out or something. And her pulse - she could feel that too. Those little pulse points in her wrists and her neck just under the ears. She could feel those as well. Those little pulse points pumping the blood around her body. In a way and for some strange reason she was grateful for those little, almost pin point little pulses of pressure sending the blood around her body and up into her brain. There was the little pulse points at her temples as well, both of them. That was her link, albeit a tenuous link to reality. Those little pulses at each side of her head. They somehow showed her that she was in the here and now. She was in 'reality' even if it was a fucked up reality.

"It's ok Talula. It's ok, I know what kind, what sort of a woman you are. I know lots like you. They seem to just come to me for some reason. But it's ok. Your secret is safe with me. I won't tell anyone about your 'need' for very young girls. It's ok. I won't say a word."

Serendipity was talking wetly, almost filthily as she was bringing a process to an end. She had been very slowly and very deliberately slipping a string of beads up into Talula's anus. The young girl had used the copious amounts of very slippery, oily juices from the older woman's cunt as lubrication and, just for good measure she had peered up between Talula's lazily spread legs and looked right into her eyes as she had swirled her tongue around the raised, puckered ring of Talula's ass. She had done that as, at the same time she eased each of the beads in. Each of those beads something like an inch in diameter and shiny. Shiny like stainless steel. But not stainless steel - rather each of the beads made of perfectly smooth, perfectly formed glass. Serendipity making sure to curl and constrict her long fleshy tongue around each bead before she took it between thumb and forefinger and pressed it to the raised ring in a knowledgeable way, encouraging and almost demanding that the anus dilate. When it did dilate, there was always the little slight escape of air from between the lips of the older woman. Wanton sighs and gasps. Yes but also something else in there. Something else, maybe a struggling sigh, one of deep, deep humiliation at the state she was in. She had never lost herself to abandon before. She had always been the one in control. She had always been the one able to play the upper hand. Had always been the one on top. But this was different. Serendipity had got inside her head. She hadn't simply got inside her head for a quick peek and then out again. If that had been the case she would have been slightly unnerved by it - even possibly slightly disturbed by it but she might have been able to cope, or even get over it. But Serendipity hadn't simply peeked inside her head then come out again. She had slipped in there with apparent ease and then she had stayed there. She had slipped in there and she had made herself at home there. Kind of pulling up a chair and staying there.

It had happened at the gallery. Talula had been very unsure about that initial feeling that the young girl had slid her palm over her ass. But putting that doubt into her mind had been part of the process. Then there had been the other little touches. Little friendly, almost imperceptible nudges of the elbow into her sides. Little nudges that encouraged the older woman to relax. Little nudges that almost insisted that she go with the flow. Unbeknown to Talula those little nudges and those little points of contact very precise, very accurate and with a very definite purpose attached to them. Those little points of contact massaging the erogenous zones of the older woman. A very definite and very disturbing fact that this young girl was in the process of sexually molesting Talula. She was sexually molesting her and yet at the same time she had been doing it 'in plain sight'. It was in the relative safety of the gallery that Serendipity had begun her work on the mother of Tulisia. She had known as soon as she saw Talula come into the gallery that she would have her. The older woman ticked all of the boxes. She was a stunning, stunning woman who had seemed to have grown into her beauty and yet she was also a woman in her forties who was probably dreading, or at the least thinking about the onset of age and its effects. As such she will have had insecurities. The worrying thing was that Serendipity could spot a woman with those issues from a mile off. That a girl, barely into womanhood herself had such an insight into the phobias and the worries of older women, was cause for concern to say the very least. When Tulisia had shown her the photograph that night, something had jumped out at Serendipity. Something had just flicked a switch in her mind. Talula was the one. She was pretty sure that she was the one and that she had to follow through with her own needs. She had had to ruin Tulisia in the process. She had had to ruin her in the most precise and complete way but then the daughter of Talula was simply the collateral damage. Although, there was slightly more to it than that. Tulisia was proving to be an interesting side project for Serendipity. Like a welcome distraction.

Serendipity was a 'collector'. She collected older women. She sought and found older women victims and then she proceeded to strip them bare before applying her own form of hell. Before Talula she hadn't had to deal with a daughter before. She hadn't had to deal with a girl more or less her own age. It was a different challenge for her. It was 'easier' to break Tulisia because of her lack of experience and because of her naivety. And because of her general, less aware state of mind. Serendipity had giggled to herself as she had thought of this girl like a lamb to the slaughter. Perhaps on a more disturbing level was Serendipity's own arousal at the knowledge and the actual actions of destroying a girl no older than herself. It hadn't been a factor before. It had been all about the older women. It had always been about just the older women. For as long as she could remember it was just about the older women. It was what her own mother had taught her. It was what her own mother had instilled into her. With her mother's use of her, for her own sexual gratification, the process had begun. Serendipity's own journey had begun with her own mother's use of her. Her mother had used the fear factor in the early stages to keep Serendipity under control she had isolated her so that she could do her work on her. Even not knowing the fullest and the most graphic detail of Serendipity's journey, there is no surprise at how the girl herself turned out. Or indeed no shock applied to the knowledge that she was fixated with older women. Her mind at some point working out that what her mother was doing was wrong - so wrong and yet at the same time, the love for her mother, blood love to strong for her to turn that inner rage against her mother and so it manifested itself with her fixation of other older women. Older women around the same age as her mother. Her punishment of those other older women like therapy for her. Her use of bondage, torture, and sexual enhancement kind of mirroring what her mother did to her. Or what she used to do. Her mother had taught her well. Taught her about orgasm and denial and addiction. She had taught her about these things and demonstrated them on her. So she KNEW what it was like to be on the receiving end. She knew what a woman was going through at any given time in any process - her own sexual gratification had been 'discovered' through denial by her mother. But all the time she was learning. Taking it all in and learning and when she did eventually turn it all around, her first 'older woman' was her mother. These days they had an 'understanding'. At one point she had picked her moment and she had twisted it all around on her mother. Once she had done that - the existing twist in Serendipity's mind was further twisted. Her mother became a puppet. A useful resource and help in her fixation with older women. Talula and Tulisia though had been all her own work. Her own project and it displayed a mushrooming of her fetishes. The intense, orgasmic enjoyment that she got out of melting Tulisia's mind and body was new to her. She had never even thought about girls her own age before. Her sole and utter focus was on older women. But Tulisia was a huge turn on for her. She was getting intense and utter sexual fulfilment with the knowledge of what she was doing to the girl. Not just the acts and the methods that she was using - but the knowledge of the effects of what she was doing. And the fact that she was doing it to a girl her own age, fucking her up, making her an addict was a massive injection of sexual bliss for her. Of course, it didn't lessen her own addiction to older women and what she had planned for Talula surpassed, by some margin, what she had managed to do this far. It has to be said though that that doesn't lessen some of the horrors she had inflicted on older women up to this point.

"Your secret is safe with me Talula so don't worry. I won't even tell your own daughter about mummy's sexual attraction to young girls like me. All you have to do, is be a good girl for me Talula - do you think you can do that hmmm? Be a good girl for Miss Serendipity, hmmmm."

Serendipity's words were wet, and they were bubbling. They sounded obscene as they slipped from between her deep red lips. But then given the scene, those words couldn't sound anything other than dirty and obscene. She was using Talula's own juices to lubricate her ass and then she was pushing the one inch beads in one at a time. She was doing it in a very slow and very deliberate way and in doing that she was emphasising and accentuating what she was doing to Talula herself. She had used her knowledge and her knowhow to arouse Talula - arouse her to fever pitch and yet at the same time she was not allowing Talula to escape into sexual oblivion. Instead in parallel with the sexual arousal and joy that she was inflicting she was also not letting her forget that it was a young, a very young girl that was providing the pleasure. Therefor there was no guilt after the sexuality. There was just a simple and non-stop drip of guilt applied at the same time as the sexual pleasure. This was not an accidental thing being applied. This was a deliberate plan being followed through with an expertise almost of a scientist. The fact that it was a young girl doing it was enough to send shivers down the core of the spine, and beyond.