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Quicky Sanders Collection
- MadMax359
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Re: Quicky Sanders Collection
great visual to go with a dramatic story... we know she escapes in the end...right?? ![Twisted Evil :twisted:](./images/smilies/icon_twisted.gif)
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Trespassing on the Beach
On your daily walk by the beach, you hear a female voice shouting for help. You walk briskly over to the dunes, suspecting that someone had ignored the warning signs and fallen into the dangerous quicksand. You are surprised to find not one, but two scantily clad women trapped and sinking. One dark-haired with glasses, the other a beautiful blonde. They notice your presence.
"Help!" they yell out. "We're sinking! Get us out!"
"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" you demand. "This is private property. You ignored the signs. This is your own fault."
"What?" said the blonde. "We didn't know! Please, help us!"
"Really?" you say. "No one comes here, unless they're looking for trouble. You don't happen to be looking for trouble, would you? Like, perhaps, a pair of nosy reporters?"
"Please, we don't know anything, really!" they beg. "It's pulling us down! We'll do anything. Just get us out!"
"Anything, huh?"
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This one is a revisit of the bikini beach scene I've put these two together in before. I've been slow to work with Sanders & Co., since the AI software doesn't handle multiple characters well. However, I'm getting the hang of how to splice two individual characters into one... immersive scene.
On your daily walk by the beach, you hear a female voice shouting for help. You walk briskly over to the dunes, suspecting that someone had ignored the warning signs and fallen into the dangerous quicksand. You are surprised to find not one, but two scantily clad women trapped and sinking. One dark-haired with glasses, the other a beautiful blonde. They notice your presence.
"Help!" they yell out. "We're sinking! Get us out!"
"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" you demand. "This is private property. You ignored the signs. This is your own fault."
"What?" said the blonde. "We didn't know! Please, help us!"
"Really?" you say. "No one comes here, unless they're looking for trouble. You don't happen to be looking for trouble, would you? Like, perhaps, a pair of nosy reporters?"
"Please, we don't know anything, really!" they beg. "It's pulling us down! We'll do anything. Just get us out!"
"Anything, huh?"
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This one is a revisit of the bikini beach scene I've put these two together in before. I've been slow to work with Sanders & Co., since the AI software doesn't handle multiple characters well. However, I'm getting the hang of how to splice two individual characters into one... immersive scene.
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- sixgunzloaded
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Re: Quicky Sanders Collection
Oooo, this one is especially nice! The qs looks good and they both actually look scared. Your experiment is evolving with every post!
How long did Tarzan watch before deciding to save Jill..?
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Re: Quicky Sanders Collection
Anything is a pretty broad word, my dears ![Twisted Evil :twisted:](./images/smilies/icon_twisted.gif)
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Re: Quicky Sanders Collection
The reporters grimaced as they struggled hopelessly against the quicksand. Moments earlier, they had been investigating a strange, paranoid cult in the woods. When their presence was detected, they fled. They did not get far before they stumbled blindly into a clearing, only to discover that it was quicksand. The reporters sank quickly, unable to find a bottom in the soft, oozing sand. As they considered their options, the cult members found them. Isolated and deprived of pleasure, the cultists looked hungrily at the trapped women, their bodies exposed from their dash through the forest and the even hungrier quicksand.
"Help us!" Vicky cried out.
"Leave them!" said one of the cultists. "Let Mother Earth consume those who tarnish her with their perverted minds!"
But a few of the cultists hesitated, their gazes drawn towards the heaving, exposed chests of the two women, sinking deeper into the quicksand. Quyen picked up the cue and nudged her partner. "Please, save us! We'll do anything!" Her shirt slipped open, exposing more of her cleavage.
"Grab on to this, quick!" said Vicky, unbuttoning her blouse.
Would their plan be enough to control the cultists, or were they going to leave them as sacrifices to Mother Earth?
"Help us!" Vicky cried out.
"Leave them!" said one of the cultists. "Let Mother Earth consume those who tarnish her with their perverted minds!"
But a few of the cultists hesitated, their gazes drawn towards the heaving, exposed chests of the two women, sinking deeper into the quicksand. Quyen picked up the cue and nudged her partner. "Please, save us! We'll do anything!" Her shirt slipped open, exposing more of her cleavage.
"Grab on to this, quick!" said Vicky, unbuttoning her blouse.
Would their plan be enough to control the cultists, or were they going to leave them as sacrifices to Mother Earth?
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Under Construction (AI Remake)
It was getting late by the time the gala finished. Hotel heiress Tia Wellington wandered outside for some fresh air. The sound of heels on concrete made her turn her head. The famous reporter Quyen Sanders joined Tia on the balcony.
“It’s a bit stuffy inside, isn’t it?” said Quyen.
“In more ways than one,” Tia replied. Tia examined the reporter with admiration. Quyen was wearing a revealing, figure-hugging dress, boldly showing off her curves. “We can’t talk here.”
The women left the bustle of the party behind as they strode through the dimly lit construction yard behind the hotel, away from prying eyes.
“You didn’t invite me to a fancy party just for the atmosphere,” said Quyen. She felt chilly in the evening breeze.
Tia nodded. “Someone in our family business is working with the mob, I’m sure of it. Money has gone missing. Contracts have been given out to people who have no right to them. Accidents have been... happening. But you're onto something big, aren't you? You've got sources, and they must be pretty high up if they gave you information on this thing before even meeting you."
They were now in the middle of the empty lot. They were surrounded by fences, piles of sand and a few construction vehicles. The work was well behind schedule, the quality leaving a lot to be desired. The sky was growing darker, but the artificial light of the city still shined brightly across the landscape. Quyen felt uneasy. Were they being watched?
The poor workmanship wasn't just in the half-built structures around the site. Underground, a poorly installed pipe was leaking water into the sand above. The women had little warning. One moment their heels sank into the soft sand. The next, they were up to their waists in thick, bubbling quicksand. They twisted and turned, but the heavy, saturated sand soaked into their dresses and held their bodies tightly. They tried pushing against the surface, but their arms plunged in without resistance. They looked around for anything to reach, but they were surrounded by soft, undulating sand.
Realising they were trapped, they stopped struggling and tried to hold still. Their descent slowed, but with the water moving through the sand, they continued to sink. The sand cupped their breasts and oozed into their cleavage. Their shouts for help were met with silence.
Would they find a way to escape, or like Tia's family business, were they doomed to go under?
It was getting late by the time the gala finished. Hotel heiress Tia Wellington wandered outside for some fresh air. The sound of heels on concrete made her turn her head. The famous reporter Quyen Sanders joined Tia on the balcony.
“It’s a bit stuffy inside, isn’t it?” said Quyen.
“In more ways than one,” Tia replied. Tia examined the reporter with admiration. Quyen was wearing a revealing, figure-hugging dress, boldly showing off her curves. “We can’t talk here.”
The women left the bustle of the party behind as they strode through the dimly lit construction yard behind the hotel, away from prying eyes.
“You didn’t invite me to a fancy party just for the atmosphere,” said Quyen. She felt chilly in the evening breeze.
Tia nodded. “Someone in our family business is working with the mob, I’m sure of it. Money has gone missing. Contracts have been given out to people who have no right to them. Accidents have been... happening. But you're onto something big, aren't you? You've got sources, and they must be pretty high up if they gave you information on this thing before even meeting you."
They were now in the middle of the empty lot. They were surrounded by fences, piles of sand and a few construction vehicles. The work was well behind schedule, the quality leaving a lot to be desired. The sky was growing darker, but the artificial light of the city still shined brightly across the landscape. Quyen felt uneasy. Were they being watched?
The poor workmanship wasn't just in the half-built structures around the site. Underground, a poorly installed pipe was leaking water into the sand above. The women had little warning. One moment their heels sank into the soft sand. The next, they were up to their waists in thick, bubbling quicksand. They twisted and turned, but the heavy, saturated sand soaked into their dresses and held their bodies tightly. They tried pushing against the surface, but their arms plunged in without resistance. They looked around for anything to reach, but they were surrounded by soft, undulating sand.
Realising they were trapped, they stopped struggling and tried to hold still. Their descent slowed, but with the water moving through the sand, they continued to sink. The sand cupped their breasts and oozed into their cleavage. Their shouts for help were met with silence.
Would they find a way to escape, or like Tia's family business, were they doomed to go under?
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- MadMax359
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Re: Quicky Sanders Collection
gotta hate those poorly installed pipes!! ![Twisted Evil :twisted:](./images/smilies/icon_twisted.gif)
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Crash Course
Vicky was heading home from the gym when she received the tip-off. Normally she would have waited for Quyen to join her, but it was late at night, and Vicky felt like she should be taking her own risks and making her own headlines now that she was a full-time journalist. The tip-off directed her into a stretch of road by the swamp. Vicky was suddenly met with a pair of headlights belonging to a large truck coming straight at her. She swerved just in time to avoid smashing into it, but her vehicle careened off the road and into the muddy swamp below.
Vicky was dazed from the impact. Fortunately, the soft mud cushioned the blow, leaving Vicky mostly unhurt. Her relief was short-lived. The front of the car lurched forward, and she heard a soft bubbling, oozing sound around her car. Then, she felt a rush of thick, cool mud around her legs, rapidly climbing her waist. The car was sinking into the mud, which was now filling up the inside of the car, with Vicky trapped inside! She released her seatbelt and tried to open the door. The pressure of the mud sealed it shut. With the engine out, she couldn't lower her window. She looked in horror at the mud pouring through the smashed windscreen. She felt it climb towards her heaving chest.
She would have to learn the hard way that some headlines are best left unwritten.
Vicky was heading home from the gym when she received the tip-off. Normally she would have waited for Quyen to join her, but it was late at night, and Vicky felt like she should be taking her own risks and making her own headlines now that she was a full-time journalist. The tip-off directed her into a stretch of road by the swamp. Vicky was suddenly met with a pair of headlights belonging to a large truck coming straight at her. She swerved just in time to avoid smashing into it, but her vehicle careened off the road and into the muddy swamp below.
Vicky was dazed from the impact. Fortunately, the soft mud cushioned the blow, leaving Vicky mostly unhurt. Her relief was short-lived. The front of the car lurched forward, and she heard a soft bubbling, oozing sound around her car. Then, she felt a rush of thick, cool mud around her legs, rapidly climbing her waist. The car was sinking into the mud, which was now filling up the inside of the car, with Vicky trapped inside! She released her seatbelt and tried to open the door. The pressure of the mud sealed it shut. With the engine out, she couldn't lower her window. She looked in horror at the mud pouring through the smashed windscreen. She felt it climb towards her heaving chest.
She would have to learn the hard way that some headlines are best left unwritten.
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Re: Quicky Sanders Collection
Oooo, I love Crash Course. It's a scenario we don't see very often but one I've thought about lots of times.
How long did Tarzan watch before deciding to save Jill..?
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On the Line
Reporters Quyen Sanders and Vicky Marsh decided to split up to comb the area for clues, suggesting that they keep in touch with their phones in case something goes wrong. When Quyen stumbles into a clearing full of quicksand, she quickly dials her assistant... who is also in the same predicament! What will they do?
This one was mostly testing out a tweak to my mud formula. What are your thoughts?
Reporters Quyen Sanders and Vicky Marsh decided to split up to comb the area for clues, suggesting that they keep in touch with their phones in case something goes wrong. When Quyen stumbles into a clearing full of quicksand, she quickly dials her assistant... who is also in the same predicament! What will they do?
This one was mostly testing out a tweak to my mud formula. What are your thoughts?
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