Quicky Sanders Collection

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Re: Quicky Sanders Collection

Postby sixgunzloaded » Wed Mar 01, 2023 11:32 pm

Definitely looking thicker, for sure, and more clingy. I like the new formula. Any way to amp up the grittiness of it? :)
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Re: Quicky Sanders Collection

Postby MadMax359 » Thu Mar 02, 2023 1:08 pm

looks like you are improving things every attempt :twisted:
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Re: Quicky Sanders Collection

Postby Viridian » Sat Mar 11, 2023 10:18 am

Buried Secrets
Quyen Sanders had embarked on a mission to uncover a buried secret that led her deep into the underground tunnel system. She pressed on, her determination driving her forward, despite the fact that her red blouse and black skirt were ill-suited for such an exploration. The tunnel was a foreboding and ancient place, with its stone bricks looming ominously around her. The only light came from a small grate above her head, casting dim rays that barely illuminated the way.

As Quyen ventured further into the tunnel, she heard an unsettling sound, a slow trickle of water that gradually grew louder. It was then that she realized with mounting horror that the tunnel was filling up with thick, viscous mud. Panic gripped her as the mud slowly rose, first covering her ankles, then creeping up to her calves, and eventually reaching her thighs. The mud was like a suffocating weight, rendering her immobile and making it increasingly difficult to move.

Quyen's heart pounded in her chest as she desperately searched for a way out. She knew she had to act fast if she was going to make it out alive. She tried to retrace her steps, but the thick mud held her in place, and its viscosity was like a tar that clung to her skin, slowing her movements and draining her energy.

As the mud continued to rise, Quyen felt as if she were trapped in a quagmire, slowly being swallowed by the earth. Fear overtook her, and she realized that the mud had become a lethal trap. Would she ever make it out alive?

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Re: Quicky Sanders Collection

Postby Viridian » Sat Mar 11, 2023 10:20 am

Siren's Call
Quyen Sanders had heard about the luxurious Paradise Springs spa resort and its reputation for being a haven for the rich and famous. But she also knew about the rumors of illegal activities taking place behind the scenes. As an investigative journalist, Quyen couldn't resist the urge to find out more. Under an assumed name, she checked into the resort as a guest and scheduled a mud treatment, hoping to gather evidence of the alleged illicit activities. Little did she know that her quest for the truth would lead her to unexpected places, and her investigation would uncover secrets she never could have imagined.

As Quyen checked in for her spa treatment, she was greeted by the friendly staff who explained the process in detail. They offered her a choice of a bathing suit or to enjoy the warm mud treatment in the nude, and without hesitation, Quyen opted for the latter. As she stepped into the mud pit and felt the warmth of the mud envelop her body, she couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort. The sensation of the warm mud on her skin was both soothing and invigorating, and she closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully immerse in the experience. Quyen felt a deep sense of relaxation, and for the first time in a long while, she felt truly at ease.

As Quyen began to drift off, lost in the sensation of the warm mud treatment, a sudden jolt of realization brought her back to reality. She remembered why she was at Paradise Springs and that she needed to stay focused on her investigation. She was about to get out of the mud pit when she noticed something strange - she couldn't move. Quyen's limbs felt weak, and the once comforting mud now felt heavy and suffocating. She tried to lift herself out of the pit, but her muscles refused to respond, and she sank back down into the thick mud. Panic began to set in as Quyen realized that something was seriously wrong. She needed to get help, but her voice was weak and muffled by the mud. The more she struggled, the deeper she sank, and Quyen's mind raced as she wondered how she was going to escape this predicament.

"Help! Please, can someone help me?" Quyen cried out as she struggled to move.

A staff member approached the mud pit and leaned over to look at Quyen. "What's the matter?" she asked, her tone hinting at a darker intention.

"I can't move. I feel weak, and the mud is too heavy," Quyen explained, her voice tinged with fear.

The staff member's expression turned sinister as she leaned in closer and whispered, "You shouldn't have come here. The mud has a special effect on some people. It's said to be quite...stimulating."

Quyen's heart began to race as she realized what the staff member was hinting at. "What do you mean? What kind of effect?" she asked, her voice trembling.

The staff member's lips twisted into a cruel smile. "Oh, you'll see," she replied, before turning on her heel and walking away.

Quyen was left alone, trapped in the mud pit, her heart pounding with fear. She struggled to free herself, but the mud seemed to be pulling her down, making it impossible to move. As she sank deeper, Quyen knew that she needed to find a way out of this situation before it was too late.

Quyen's struggles intensified as she tried to free herself from the mud pit. She could feel her body getting weaker, and her limbs felt heavy and unresponsive. Despite her desperate efforts, she couldn't seem to escape the thick, sticky mud that seemed to be dragging her deeper into its embrace.

As she fought against the mud, Quyen began to notice that her body was feeling warmer and more sensitive than before. A strange sensation was spreading through her, and she couldn't quite identify what it was. It was as if her skin was buzzing with energy, and every movement seemed to send ripples of pleasure through her body.

At first, Quyen tried to ignore the sensation, focusing instead on freeing herself from the mud. But as time passed, the strange feeling grew stronger, and she found herself becoming more and more aware of it. She couldn't understand what was happening to her, but she knew that it couldn't be a good thing.

As she struggled and fought against the mud, Quyen began to realize that something was very wrong. The staff member's words echoed in her mind, and she couldn't shake the feeling that the mud was doing something to her. But what, exactly? As the warmth and sensitivity continued to spread through her body, Quyen knew that she needed to get out of the mud pit before it was too late.

As Quyen continued to struggle against the mud, she suddenly realized what was happening to her. The warmth, the sensitivity, the strange sensations - it all clicked into place. The mud contained an aphrodisiac, a powerful substance intended to paralyze its victims and contain them in the thick, warm mud. And she was one of them.

Quyen's heart raced as she realized the full extent of the danger she was in. The staff member's sinister words echoed in her mind, and she knew that she needed to get out of the mud pit as soon as possible. But as she struggled and fought against the mud, her body continued to betray her. Every movement seemed to send waves of pleasure coursing through her, and she could feel herself growing weaker by the second.

Despite her fear and desperation, Quyen couldn't deny the strange allure of the mud. As she sank deeper into its embrace, she felt a sense of surrender washing over her. The sensations were overwhelming, and she couldn't seem to resist them any longer.

Suddenly, Quyen realized that she was unable to leave the pit. The mud had clung to her body like a thick, heavy blanket, weighing her down and keeping her trapped. Panic set in as Quyen realized that she was completely helpless, trapped in the aphrodisiac-laced mud.

With a final gasp of desperation, Quyen cried out for help, but her voice was weak and muffled by the mud. The staff member had left her alone to suffer her fate, and Quyen knew that her situation was dire.

As she struggled to free herself, Quyen couldn't shake the feeling that she was running out of time. The mud continued to pulse with warmth and pleasure, but she knew that it was only a matter of time before the aphrodisiac's paralyzing effects took hold completely. With a final, shuddering breath, Quyen braced herself for the worst, hoping against hope that someone would come to her rescue before it was too late.

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Re: Quicky Sanders Collection

Postby MadMax359 » Sat Mar 11, 2023 1:09 pm

great story, an ingenious peril

but wait... she chose the nude option and in the picture she is already up to her shoulders? that's unfortunate! :twisted:
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Re: Quicky Sanders Collection

Postby Viridian » Mon Mar 27, 2023 5:19 pm

Some updated work using Stable Diffusion as the final step.
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Re: Quicky Sanders Collection

Postby Viridian » Thu Mar 30, 2023 12:30 pm

Some more updated renders using Stable Diffusion.
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Re: Quicky Sanders Collection

Postby MadMax359 » Thu Mar 30, 2023 12:53 pm

what a great collection! and i'll gladly pull her out, just give me that blouse... :twisted:
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Re: Quicky Sanders Collection

Postby Viridian » Wed Apr 12, 2023 4:20 pm

The Art of Sinking
Quyen Sanders approached the open beach, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the golden sand. With each step, she replayed the clues that had led her to this confrontation, wondering if she had made a terrible mistake.

She spotted the artist, Lucas Crane, working on a large canvas propped up on an easel. The painting was a vivid and unsettling depiction of the same warm, quicksand-like substance she had found at the crime scenes.

"Ms. Sanders," he said, his voice cold and detached as he turned to face her. "I didn't expect you to come here alone. You're either very brave or very foolish."

"I know you're involved in the murders, Lucas," she replied, her voice steady despite her fear. "And I'm not leaving until you tell me why."

He laughed, a bitter and chilling sound. "I don't think you understand the situation, Ms. Sanders. You're not leaving here at all."

Before she could react, he grabbed her arm and pulled her onto the treacherous beach. The sand shifted beneath her feet as she stumbled, desperately trying to regain her balance. She felt the familiar sensation of the peculiar substance, and her heart sank as she realized he had lured her into a deadly trap.

As the warm sand began to pull her down, Quyen's mind raced with panic. She thought of the victims, their bodies half-submerged in the quicksand-like substance, and knew she had to act quickly if she wanted to survive. The sand had already swallowed her feet and was inching towards her knees.

Drawing on her journalistic instincts and resourcefulness, she recalled what she had learned about quicksand during her research. The more she struggled, the faster she would sink, so she forced herself to remain calm and took slow, deep breaths. The sensation of the sand enveloping her legs was both warm and suffocating, sending shivers up her spine.

Quyen carefully shifted her weight to her back, attempting to spread her body as flat as possible on the surface of the sand. As she did so, the sand reached her waist. The sensation of sinking slowed, but the pressure on her body increased, making it difficult to breathe. With each labored breath, the sand seemed to tighten its grip on her, like a constricting snake.

Her eyes locked onto Lucas, who was watching her struggle with a twisted grin. The sound of the waves lapping at the shore was a cruel reminder of the time she had left. The sand now reached her chest, making each breath a struggle.

"You won't get away with this," she gasped, struggling to keep her head above the sand. "The police know I'm here. They'll find you."

His grin vanished, and he took a step back, his eyes darting between her and his unfinished painting. "I need my brushes to complete my masterpiece," he said with a sinister tone. "You'll make a lovely addition to my collection."

With a chilling laugh, Lucas left the easel behind and walked away, leaving Quyen to sink deeper into the warm, suffocating sand.
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Re: Quicky Sanders Collection

Postby Viridian » Wed Apr 12, 2023 4:22 pm

Unfinished Business
Quyen Sanders crouched behind a stack of rusted metal pipes, her pulse pounding in her ears like the relentless beat of a war drum. The abandoned construction site loomed above her like a malevolent beast, its skeletal beams and crumbling walls casting sinister shadows in the cold moonlight. Quyen adjusted her glasses with trembling fingers, the lenses slick with dampness. She swallowed hard, her red blouse clinging to her chest, as she fought to steady her ragged breath.

In the half-constructed apartment ahead, the hushed voices of the criminals she had pursued for weeks echoed like ghosts through the night. The acrid scent of cigarettes drifted through the air, mingling with the stench of fear and betrayal. Shadows danced on the walls, a macabre puppet show, as the figures exchanged heated words.

She knew this was her chance, her moment to catch them red-handed, but a gnawing feeling of dread threatened to engulf her. Quyen had always been daring and bold, but her courage had a price, and it had cost her dearly before.

With painstaking care, she inched closer to the clandestine gathering, her heels sinking into the soft, wet earth. She tried to ignore the soft sucking sounds her shoes made with each step, focusing instead on capturing crucial evidence with her hidden recorder.

As she edged closer, the ground beneath her betrayed her. Quyen gasped as her feet sank into a viscous, waterlogged mud pit. The cold, oozing mud seeped into her shoes, slithering around her calves as she struggled to free herself. But the mud clung to her legs like a lover's possessive grip, pulling her deeper with each futile effort.

Her heart raced, a frenzied tempo, as the mud crept up her thighs, the icy sensation sending shivers up her spine. Suddenly, one of the criminals glanced in her direction, a sinister smile stretching across his face like a blood-stained knife.

"Well, look who we have here," he sneered, advancing towards her. "The nosy little reporter."

Quyen's eyes widened in terror, her pulse quickening as the mud crept up to her hips, her black skirt devoured by the sludge. Her once-pristine blouse clung to her heaving bosom, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps.

"Help me," she begged, her voice trembling with fear.

The criminal laughed coldly, a sound that chilled her to the bone. "Not a chance, sweetheart."

The other gang members materialized from the shadows like demons, sinister grins twisting their cruel features. Quyen's chest tightened as she sank further into the quagmire, the mud encroaching upon her waist, its merciless grasp unyielding.

As the criminals closed in, they suddenly halted, exchanging uneasy glances. The gang leader, a tall, scarred man, gestured for the others to fall back.

"Leave her," he growled, his voice like gravel. "The mud will take care of her for us."
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