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Writer: Regis
Subject: STILL LIFE
Link: LS666 Emails / 26.04.2025
Still Life
Although Nora and Lani attended different New York high schools, they had much in common. Both were fit and very beautiful, were brilliant students, and at fifteen the buxom girls with the great figures were about to graduate. Both had single mothers, and therefore no prospects of attending university. They were both eagerly seeking their first jobs.
Thadius Gemstone was a wealthy businessman, the owner of a chain of high-end jewelry stores located in cities across the nation. Headquarters for his operations were in the Big Apple. His recruiters were seeking girls like Nora and Lani, who to their credit each had a conviction for petty theft. They had stollen cheap watches from Wal-Mart.
The recruiters visited their high schools in their search for talent. Both girls were hired, and given jobs at the same store, offers they readily accepted. One Thursday morning at 8:15 AM, two weeks after having started in their new positions, they left their basement apartment suites to start their day at 9:00 AM, and at 8:30 their empty suites were visited by the recruiting team.
In each case, they readily retrieved large gem stones the girls had stollen, precisely as they had been set up to do. A large and burly policeman was at the store when they arrived at work, and promptly cuffed the girls. Thadius Gemstone himself was present, and bore a scowl that did not speak well for their chances.
“I’m sure you know that what you have done is punishable by at least ten years in prison, perhaps fifteen, with the right judge.” The girls blanched. This was not going well. “I’d say our chances for a conviction are admirable, and you should be incarcerated as adults for your crime, which would please me greatly.”
Both teens cringed. “As a matter of course, the male prison guards will rape you both several times a week, so you’ll get as much free sex as you can handle. They have vicious guard dogs as well, and I know for a fact they have trained them to fuck human inmates, and in particular new arrivals and the young ones.”
The fifteen-year-old brilliant high school graduates found they were in an untenable situation. The man in the police uniform escorted them out the back door to an awaiting van with no windows. They were cuffed to vertical posts in the back, so that they had to lean forward in their seats for an uncomfortable ride to what they assumed would be the police station.
Mr. Gemstone got into the back seat of a limo, and the two vehicles moved away. After half an hour they went into a lane, then down a ramp to an underground parking lot. When they got out, the girls were moved to a large door, that took them through a hallway into a room with a number of people waiting for them.
“These are our models for our next shoot,” he announced, “and I thought you might like to preview them.” The people, mostly middle aged and older, looked pleased. Surveying the people present, the girls noticed all of them carried expensive Canon cameras, and appeared they knew how to use them.
Only one person was younger, perhaps in her mid-thirties. “This is Starla, our director,” Gemstone said, “On the day of the shoot, she’ll get you into position and tell you what we need you to do. You will need to follow her directions perfectly if you wish to avoid going to court, and from there promptly to prison, should I press charges for your theft.”
Nora and Lani were confused. They didn’t know each other, and yet here they were facing what appeared to be a strange, vague choice. “Let me explain this to you,” Mr. Gemstone continued. “These are my friends, and every now and again we have a photo shoot, usually of a still life, and we need cooperative models to pull it off.
“Show them the drawing, Starla.” The director produced an 8X10 pencil drawing that shocked them. On it were two nude females, one lying on her side with her thighs spread, one knee up, the other kneeling, holding a pistol in the prone girl’s vagina. The one lying held a pistol that was in the mouth of the kneeling girl.
This was highly shocking. The girls were in a difficult position, and were not sure what to say or do. “You’ll have a bit of time to think about it as you get yourselves prepared. To help you make the right decision, here briefcases with your name on them, each containing $250,000.
“That’s a quarter of a million, if you’re not used to big numbers. Your names are on the labels.” He opened the cases to show them the bills. “Through that door is the prep room, and the technicians are waiting for you.” They were dumfounded, and moved through the indicated doorway.
They found themselves in a hair stylist and makeup studio, and sure enough, there were two hair designers and a pair of makeup artists waiting for them. They were required to get naked, and after reluctantly disrobing, being told they required body makeup, were placed in reclining chairs where their hair was done.
While the stylists worked on their hair, the makeup artists vigorously masturbated them to give them an aroused look, pink makeup was applied to their erect nipples and stimulated vagina lips, their finger and toenails were painted a matching pink, and then red lipstick was put on their lips, the tips of their nipples and on the tip of their highly aroused clits.
This was proving to be exciting. The girls moved back into the photo studio. There was a surprise for them. A pair of naked muscular studs, their erections pointed high, were waiting for them, along with all of the people. “We need you warmed up,” Starla said, as the men pulled the nude girls to them and without preparation, began to rape them in front of all the others.
These two experienced studs fucked the screaming naked girls vigorously, pumping their penises in deep, and it took only a few minutes for both to reach orgasm, and as their urethras pressed against the young girls’ cervixes, they ejaculated their semen into the ready uteruses. The men, still spurting cum, withdrew, from the young cunts and left the studio.
“Nora,” the director said, “We need you to lie down on your side, like the girl in the drawing.” Nora looked at her, stunned. This was outrageous! She had just been raped, and now they needed her to perform for the cameras. Nobody had ever photographed her naked in her life, and the idea was preposterous.
Reacting to her clear resistance, Starla turned to the uniformed man. “Officer, she’s yours.” The man moved forward, and Nora promptly lay down on her side, as directed. The big man paused, and Lani promptly moved to her knees, in the position of the other person in the grossly obscene drawing.
Starla produced a pair of large 45 revolvers, and gave one to each of them. “You’ve seen the picture, you know what to do.” Their eyes bulged, but they knew they had no choice. Lani inserted the barrel of her pistol into Nora’s clean-shaved cunt. Nora felt the cold steel slide into her, the sight on top pressing into the tender membrane lining her sex organ.
She lifted her gun up toward Lani’s face, and the other girl opened her mouth to accept it, knowing she had no choice in the matter. She tasted a metallic flavor, and realized the barrel had been oiled to keep the metal black and prevent rust. It was acrid, but she had no choice but to accept it.
Now Starla got physical, using her hands to position the girls in the way she required, while the people with the cameras were busy clicking away to document the positioning of their human still life. One of the men let his camera hang by its strap around his neck, opened his fly, brought out his erection and began masturbating.
Starla instructed them to not look at him, but to direct their eyes to where she required them to be. Both girls cheated, watching the man rapidly pumping on his erect and firm penis with passion. Both had seen schoolboys jacking off when they thought nobody was looking, but this adult getting off on them was different.
Suddenly large gobs of semen erupted from the end of his penis, flying in the air before splashing to the floor. The girls felt special for having stimulated this explosive ejaculation, just by sticking a gun into the other’s body as directed by Starla. This obscenity was proving to be quite sexy.
“Push it deeper into her cunt, Niki,” Starla directed, and Niki responded, shocked at the filthy language by the director. She was certainly being direct. Niki’s large full breasts swung down between her arms as she knelt there, her pistol already planted deep in Nora’s cunt.
She eased it in further, pressing it until the barrel was kissing the cervix so recently filled with semen by the muscular naked fuck stud. Nora pushed her pistol deeper into Nora’s mouth, so that her lips were now wrapped around the revolving cylinder filled with bullets.
“Fucking shit,” exclaimed Gemstone, “what an incredible pair of teens we got for today’s shoot!” They were indeed impressive. Nora moved her hips on the big metal pistol barrel in her cunt, and began riding it as if she were being fucked by it, which of course she was.
Her cuntlips were now wrapped around the cylinder of Niki’s gun, the long barrel moving deep inside her, the metal now warmed by its contact with her flesh. The director now had them posed exactly as she wanted them, and backed off, to give room for the people to photograph their human still life.
They were a stunning, grossly obscene sight, which was precisely what was intended. The group of Gemstone’s friends were busy capturing remarkable images of the pair of naked girls with their guns in each other’s body. Gemstone’s penis was out, standing at full erection, and he began to masturbate it to bring it to orgasm.
“Just a but deeper, Niki,” Starla said, and all of the cameras were turned to record video. As the naked teen began to obey, her finger nudged the trigger. The gun fired, and when the hammer hit the back of the bullet, the propellant ignited, blasting the lead projectile with its notched head into Nora’s internal gonads, and it spread wide as it launched into her.
The blast caused Nora’s hand to spasm, and her finger involuntarily pulled the trigger of her gun, launching a bullet into Nikki’s throat. It rapidly ripped its way down between her lungs, pushing the flesh of her esophagus ahead of it as it spread wide, to the diameter of a saucer.
The event lasted only a second, but the recordings were perfect, and could easily be converted to slow motion, using AI to create excellent playback of the lethal exchange of bullets. The gorgeous teen girls who had formed the Still Life had performed exactly as intended, to everyone’s satisfaction.
Mr. Gemstone’s only expense was the thrity dollar cost of having two bronze plates engraved with the names of participants in his game, for the briefcases full of money, which the girls and earned but not collected. Every week the game would be played with new participants, with minor changes to keep Mr. Gemstone’s guests interested.
The Still Life had once more produced what his guests had hoped for, as expected.
THE END