The gallery;

 

The huge round room was obviously, most obviously built for the purpose of showing works of art. There were high quality framed works in digital and oil mediums. These works of art might induce the odd raised eyebrow or two, being highly glossed fetish in style. One series of pictures showing well stacked mature Pony Women being trained, and abused by younger girls dressed and made up in couture and exaggerated fashion. Another set of pictures depicting the story of an older woman being slowly but methodically and completely rubberised in the most graphic way. Although the finer details were hinted at rather that depicted in all their glory. The most telling feature of these pictures were the facial expressions, and the eyes of those suffering women. These huge ornate framed picture stories all around the wall and yet this place wreaked of it being used to show works of live art. As though work from the past in oils and digital had been brought to life. Works of live, unfortunate and distressed art.

 

Under the gallery;

 

It had been actually, an immense project. Time consuming and complex. It had to be given Talula's standing in the City. She couldn't JUST disappear even though, in effect that was what she had done. But every I had to be dotted and every t crossed. There could be no stone left unturned - nor mistakes made. It was why the daughter, Tulisia also had to be taken out of circulation. But then Serendipity smiled to herself often with what she had achieved and what she had managed to pull off with this particular family. Even as she was speaking to Talula, the older woman's affairs were being wound up and her assets liquidised. Her directorship of the company she had worked for since arriving in the City some seventeen years ago ago, was no more and it had been done in such a way that no questions were asked. Even Tulisia had long since past any point of return.

 

"I'm happy with your progress. And you do know how important it is that I am happy, don't you?"

 

The scene was as bizarre as it was disturbing. A young, fetishly enhanced girl, circling the lowered plinth on which Talula was 'exhibited' and then talking to her like she was some kind of retard. It didn't seem to fit. For some reason, maybe for obvious reasons, it should have been the other way around. It should have been this mature, statuesque woman talking to the young girl in 'that' way. But it was as though the rules of logic and common sense had all been ripped up and new ones written. This was Serendipity's way and so there was no logic or common sense. This was a scene of high key fetish torture and it was being applied in the most casual, 'easy' way by a teenager on an older adult woman old enough to be her mother. Talula didn't answer the question, as such - she simply nodded with her eyes because she could not even nod her latex wrapped head. Just her eyes - up then down. As she did that, she kind of 'snorted' and a ribbon of drool catapulted out from the centre of her ring gag. That was like a slow motion flight of that drool that Serendipity watched with a lipstick smile. She looked like some kind of schoolgirl - but then she was meant to. Not that there were any 'latex schoolgirls' in the real, normal world. In this world though she had her tender years enhanced by that latex uniform and those Mary Jane shoes with the folded down socks. The sheen of her long legs in the pale pink tights just enhanced and set off the nerves which in turn created that feeling of disturbance in anyone who might see this scene.

"That's right, the dirty, dirty Mamma knows that it is very important to make me happy. Because she knows if I am not happy, then her suffering will be taken to new levels. Unchartered ones."

Serendipity spoke adult like words in an adult like way and yet the visuals simply enhanced what she was saying. The visuals told that those words should not be coming from her pretty, lipsticked mouth and yet they were. Eyes would be in a fight with themselves as to what to settle on. This young, lithe and developing 'schoolgirl', or the exhibit of mature, suffering femininity on the plinth. In the event, eyes would simply flick from one to the other and back again. Serendipity came around to the front of Talula and the older woman was genuinely frightened out of her wits but she couldn't move a muscle nor did she want to because it would only make the pain that she was in worse. Serendipidy might as well have told her that she was going to suffer anyway, because that was the truth. The girl drew little circles on the smoked latex that shrink wrapped the woman. She was drawing those circles with just one finger - or rather she was drawing those circles with just one finger nail and on the very lower tummy of Talula - just above her mound. It was funny that even in this sub-basement, there was a serene calmness - Talula held in that semi squat position and her mind and body screaming for release. Those little circles, constantly being drawn. Serendipity would know that as gentle as she was being, and as lightly as she was drawing those circles, the woman was in such a high state of sensitive alert that she would be able to feel them. She would be able to feel those circles being drawn, just above her mound. Serendipity didn't do anything blindly - she didn't leave anything to chance. Nor did she do anything that she didn't know what the result was going to be. Off setting the woman's pain and agony with little stimulations of her sex would be another way to melt that mature adult mind just that little bit more. The teenager just loved what she could accomplish in the area of mayhem with the older women in her life.

"MMMMMMnnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh."

And yes, Talula could feel those circles alright. She could feel them and as she felt those constant circles drawn through the micro thin smoked latex, so her sexual and anal muscles tried to squeeze the alien objects inside of her. That produced muscles movement which in turn produced that intense, crippling pain. That crippling pain causing another ribbon of drool to eject itself from the centre of the ring gag. And in an effort to be able to display or exhibit her agony, Talula's tongue slithered out and appeared to flail round in the open air in front of her mouth before receding back in like a retreating snake. That pain also having another string to it. The sexual feed. Talula didn't draw those little circles through that latex for the good of her health. She knew exactly where to stroke and where to draw with her nail in order to provide some sexual pleasure. Pain and agony tinged sexual pleasure, yes but sexual pleasure none the less. The young girl watched the older woman in her agony and she smiled. She squeezed her own pink thighs and just knew that her own cunt lips would be oozing juices into the crotch of her tights. She liked it when that happened - she liked to feel her cunt oozing and then her tights getting sticky and saturated with her own juices. It was a sure sign that she was enjoying herself. It was a sure sign that she was enjoying herself at someone else's expense.