Angelica, the Ivory Princess. Prelude: Captured. (100$ drawing + 50$ story)

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“Princess Angelica, your highness!” Markus does a half theatrical curtsey as he takes off his helmet. He smirks and continues, “It is my regret to inform you, your majesty, that the people want you dead.”

Markus is a mercenary hired by the merchant guilds of Ivory, the wealthiest kingdom of the planet Korra. He is wearing impact resistant reflective layered ballistic armor, a very expensive custom body armor that is protecting him against all kind of projectile and energy weapons. As weapon, Markus usually carries his gamma repulsion rifle, a weapon that can vaporize matters in one shot; today however, he decided to be unarmed because he wants to finish this job with his bare hands.

Angelica has been given a title as the Princess of Ivory, but her father has never been a king. Ivory is a kingdom that was used to be ruled by a king but is now controlled by her father, the grand chief of the merchant guilds. Angelica’s father, as wealthy as he can be, still succumbed to a deadly illness last month. While the news of his death has not reached the public, some inner circle members of the merchant guilds know of this and have been plotting to eliminate Angelica, the only heiress of the grand chief.

Angelica is perhaps the most beautiful woman on Korra, pampered by exotic lotions, luxurious clothes, and spoiled with the most wasteful habits. She knows the common people are suffering in her kingdom but she just really doesn’t care about it; she was brought up learning that her lavish way of life was won by countless battles and bloodbaths, so she has decided to enjoy what her father earned for her instead of wasting time caring about the peasants.

The Princess of Ivory is not on her throne today, she is sitting on a carpeted floor in a royal suite. The room is cleared out by Markus and is used as a prison for Angelica. She was told by her trusted advisor to meet here to discuss about details of possible assassination. Ironic to see that the assassination warning turned out to be the method Markus used to lure her into a real murder attempt; her trusted advisor has been de-molecularized long before anything substantial about his plan could have been revealed to her.

“Markus, is it?” Angelica asks slyly. “I know who you are, my father has wronged you in the past…”

“Good, it will be all the better if you know who I am before I break your neck.” Markus replies.

Angelica continues, “but you shouldn’t turn that grudge upon me. You must know that my father is dead already, whatever amount the other guildmasters paid you, I will pay double.”

“Not everything can be answered with money, your majesty. Our past cuts deeper beyond any amount of gold you can pay.”

Markus was framed for a murder orchestrated by Angelica’s father. He accepted the money so that his family can be spared. However, when Markus went in prison for him, his family was murdered in cold blood to tie up loose ends. Markus’ years of experience as a mercenary saved him from many assassins in the prison who tried to take his life. He slept every night with one eye opened, until the day the guildmasters paid the justice system enough to grant him his freedom in secret; ever since then, he has been preparing for the day to kill the Grand Chief and his family. Unfortunately, the only one left in the Grand Chief’s bloodline is Angelica, so he will have to make sure her death would give him total satisfaction.

“I know that you have called your royal guards before you came here, I have taken the liberty to intercept the coordinates and encrypted them.” Markus said, thinking that he has outsmarted her.

Angelica is in a bad position; her hands are chained to the wall. However, she is confident; she knows that her guards are able to decrypt the coordinates given a few hours. Markus has enough time to kill her so she has to think of something to stall him before the guards reach her position.

Unknown to everyone but the bloodline of the Grand Chief, his descendents have supernatural mind control ability. Her father was known as the Marble King because he was able to sell all the underground marble his expedition team found on the frigid side of Korra, to the king in exchange for gold and lands within Ivory. Her father developed his supernatural ability during his expedition and used it to convince the king to purchase all his marble to decorate throughout the kingdom; that was how the kingdom got its name: Ivory. Moreover, her father used his gift to gain position of power and became the Grand Chief. Angelica also has this power but her ability has only surfaced recently and her mind control ability has not yet matured.

She wants to use this opportunity to test her mind control ability but she knows that she needs another incentive to amplify her power in order for it to work. Angelica has been chained up for 10 hours already. Markus is still waiting for the transfer of money into his account before he would proceed with the killing. She better acts quickly.

“Do you think I am pretty, Markus?” Angelica asks. “I am sure you haven’t seen many women in your life.”

Markus approaches her and looks at her pretty face. “Yes, and what do you have in mind?”

“Would you spare my life if I let you…?” Angelica pleads while biting gently on her lower lip.

Angelica is wearing all white except for a tight black leather corset wrapping over her white dress around the waist. Her bosoms are big enough to bust out of her corset. Her dress and skirt are made of white silk of finest quality. She is wearing pure white silk tights into her thighs high white leather boots with flat heels. Angelica has long white hair with a clear cut bang which is the latest fashion trend in the Ivory Kingdom; whatever she does will become the next latest fashion trend. Her high fashion clothing is futuristic looking, affordable only to the nobles. She is truly the most beautiful woman on Korra.

The mercenary thinks this is the perfect opportunity to exact his revenge; to ravish her body before killing her. “Yes, I will spare you if you do.” He lies.

Angelica knows that she is in control of the situation. Anyone would fall for her if she is completely naked, so she wants to know how little she needs to take off before she can fully mesmerizing him with her mind control ability. Marcus has been harden in the prison for years, his mind is stronger than average, it will probably take a substantial effort to kindle his primal urges and arousal to control him psychologically. With that in mind, she puts her right ankle over and on her left toes, she then pulls her right foot back toward her to remove her boot.

Angelica stretches her foot to relieve the stress. Marcus suddenly kneels before her, setting his helmet on the ground and stares at her foot. The princess chuckles in surprise as she witnesses the mercenary’s fixation; he clearly has a foot fetish and she will definitely take advantage of that. Angelica’s feet have been in her boots for 10 hours, the intoxicating boot sweat is seeping out of her white stockings and luring Marcus into a mental craze. To seal his fate, she slips off her other boot and spreads her toes wide at the mercenary’s direction; he is a dead man, if you can still call him a man at this point.

Marcus is kneeling in front of Angelica with his mouth opening slowly like a mindless zombie, while fixating on the bottom of her smelly feet in soiled stockings. He bows and lowers his head to her feet’s level and takes in breaths of her exotic foot stench; Angelica hasn’t even used her mind control ability yet and he is already submitting to her.

Angelica lifts her right foot and Marcus looks up, waiting for it to come down like a dog waiting for a treat. The white haired seductress lowers her foot and pins his head down to the floor, his back lying on the ground. To make sure Marcus won’t forget her feet, Angelica wipes and grinds her foot down hard on his face, smearing her feet sweat all over his face, branding him as her slave. She laughs at the sight of humiliation.

The princess quickly begins the execution. She presses her right foot down to shut off his nose with her toes and cover his mouth with her sole. Marcus accepts the death sentence willingly and enjoys being suffocated under her foot; even the most primitive animals know to avoid death threats.

The slave gives a couple of involuntary coughs under his majesty’s foot, Angelica knows he will expire and falter soon enough; this is too easy. The princess is amused by Marcus’s eyes, they are filled with admiration, even when he is moments away from suffocation; this is way too easy…

Angelica focuses her concentration and sends a blast of psionic energy at Marcus’ head under her foot to knock him out of the trance, temporary rescuing him from his obsession so he won’t die with an erection. The princess wants some challenges.

Waking up from his primal arousal, his eyes of admiration suddenly turn into horror. Marcus’s hands quickly try to pry her foot away from his face but he is too late; he has lost too much energy to fight off her foot. Angelica grinds her foot down, completely controlling him with just one foot and her slave is again immobilized; however, this time he is not overwhelmed by his sexual lust for his majesty but by the full sheer force of his mistress’ foot.

Angelica is quickly bored by how efficiently she is able to finish him off with just one foot. She kicks his head away and knocking him out.

***

Marcus opens his eyes and see many of Angelica’s guards leaving the room, closing the door and completely ignoring him. He turns and looks up, he sees Angelica still chained up at the wall. Marcus is confused.

“Why didn’t your guards unshackle you and escort you away?” The mercenary asks for an explanation.

“I sent them off.” Angelica says with a girly smile.

Many armored shuttles fly away from the apartment tower, Marcus can see them leaving from the room’s wide panoramic window.

“I don’t understand, why did you spare me? You could have killed me many times already.” Marcus questions her motive, at the same time admitting to his humiliating defeats.

“I am not sparing you, you will still die under me in the end.” The princess explains with a sadistic tone.

“You are shackled to the wall, I can kill you easily!”

“I don’t need my hands to execute you.” She reaffirms with confidence.

That sends a chill down his spine.

Angelica playfully spreads and wiggles her toes at him again. Slowly sending waves of her foot scent toward him. Seeing this erotic display sends him to his knees again; her psionic blast’s effects have worn off.

“This is not fair…” Marcus complains with his last moments of sanity as he is fixating at her feet again, slowly crawling toward Angelica.

“Suffocate yourself on my foot.” His majesty orders as she lifts her left foot up.

Her slave immediately pastes his face at her foot, nose in her toes and mouth at her sole; cutting off his own air and suffocating himself.

Seeing how powerful her sexual allure is, she knows she can weaponize her feet to kill off an entire army by simply wiggling her toes; the soldiers will fall in lines and suffocate themselves one by one, body drop after another.

Marcus loses energy and feeling light-headed, his eyes roll up and is about to lose consciousness.

“You are pathetic.” The princess comments.

Angelica hooks her right foot behind his neck so he won’t escape the smother hold. She pushes her left foot forward in his face to finish suffocating him. Her legs and feet are so powerful that his spine cracks in her feet hold. The princess leans down against the wall and the ground, lifting her feet high in the air, suspending Marcus’ head in mid-air, dangling his body and stopping it from falling to the ground. A few cracks and pops can be heard from the weight of his body pulling down and away from his head; he will probably die from a severed spine before suffocation from her feet.

Unlike a typical princess, her thighs and legs are long and smooth, but she can flexed her legs and turns her lower body into massive muscular pillars; massive tall pillars that are hanging her slave by only holding his face and head with her feet. Marcus has already lost consciousness at this point, waiting for Angelica’s final verdict.

Knowing that Marcus is again moments away from death, she spares him because she wants to test out different methods to eliminate someone with just her lower body. Angelica lowers her feet and lets her slave down kneeling safely before her, she then spreads her toes wide and lets air flow into his nose; but you can be sure that whatever air flows through her toes won’t be healthy for him to breathe in, continuous intake of her boot stench will send any soldier into a coma.

While the princess spares him of the immediate danger, she is still holding him firmly with her feet with no chance of escape. Marcus is slowing regaining consciousness granted by her mercy.

“So, how do you want me to finish you off?” Angelica asks rhetorically.

“Let me die worshipping you.” Marcus answers with admiration for the intoxicating toes right in front of his eyes.

Angelica almost forgot that he is still in a trance, everything he does is dictated by his sexual urges. She focuses and sends another psionic blast at his head, it is so powerful that it knocks him back a few meters and out cold.

***

After a few minutes, he wakes up and finds Angelica still shackled at the wall.

“Come now, I am still your prisoner, right?” The princess asks sarcastically.

The stench smeared on his face is invading his nostrils, the sight of her dirty white stockings feet is making him slightly aroused again; the effect of her psionic blast is wearing off, if he would ever have a chance to kill her, it is now or never.

“So I can smother you to death, or hang you with my feet. I wonder what else I can do.” Angelica threatening him with a playful tease.

Hoping that she is not quick enough, Marcus closes his eyes to avoid distraction and he rushes toward her with a downward punch. She quickly deflects his blow and catches his left hand with her feet. He opens his eyes and tries to free his hand.

“You will be punished for your transgression, peasant.” His majesty announces and then says cheerfully. “Bye bye, hand.”

Angelica torques her feet in a circular motion, turning and twisting his hand, snapping and breaking his wrist. Blood flow is cut off at his wrist, pooling and swelling in a color of crimson red.

“That’s a good idea, slave!” She comments while releasing his hand from between her feet.

Marcus grasps his left hand with his right hand, crying in pain and kneeling in front of his majesty; unable to fight back. The princess slowly puts her angelic soft yet deadly feet around his neck in the same familiar smothering face hold.

“Just finish me off!” Marcus pleads, mumbling through her foot, ready to sign off his life in this humiliating method of execution.

“Ok!” Angelica torques her feet again, quickly turning his head 90 degrees and twisting his neck in a weird angle; his spine snaps and it can see protruding slightly out of his neck.

He shakes in horror and involuntarily, this is the first time Angelica sees someone behaving like this, she is surprised but not shaken. She releases her feet and allows him to fall on the ground. She is observing his dying moments.

Marcus is completely terrified, after a minute of shaking and shivering, he is still not dead.

“I guess I have to work on that, glad I have it tested out first. I guess you are lucky, lab rat.” She says inhumanely.

The dying slave can’t speak because his windpipe is all twisted up. He is on the ground with his head facing his shoulder and staring at his murderer; knowing that the last thing he saw, touched, smelled, and tasted would be her powerful feet, and the last thing he hear would be his gargling noise of choking on his own saliva.

Angelica moves her feet toward him and wraps her feet in the same smother hold. Marcus closes his eyes, knowing that this will be his last moment in a mercy killing. The thought of dying to the feet of the most beautiful woman on the planet is somewhat conciliating. If only she twisted his neck all the way the first time so he would die instantaneously, then it would have been better than dying in a crossfire with the guards.

Instead of turning his head toward his back to finish twisting his neck and possibly decapitating him, she turns his head slowly back to the normal position; if her speed is inconsistent, his fragile spine would have been displaced and he would die from the shocks. Angelica finishes her action with a psionic blast aiming at his head, ordering his body to focus all the energy into calcifying his broken spine and healing his neck.

After a couple of minutes of healing, Marcus is able to crawl toward the door and away from her. “I won’t die here today!” he declares while making his escape.

“Do you want to take orders from my feet again?” She asks sadistically.

“You are a monster! How many people have fallen to your dreadful feet?” Marcus asks rhetorically.

“Actually, you will be my first.” Angelica says with a smile.

The pathetic mercenary turns the door knob only to realize that the door is locked. He closes his eyes in despair, knowing he is going to die either ways; attacking her or waiting for her to use her feet to mesmerize him into another humiliating near-death situation.

“Make it a fair fight, don’t use your feet…” Marcus begs.

The princess nods and says, “Okay, I promise you that I won’t kill you with my feet. You have my words.”

The mercenary is standing far away from Angelica, planning on how to safely attack her. If only he didn’t empty out the room before capturing her, he could have been throwing something hard as projectiles to keep away from her legs distance; any close quarter fight with her would ensure him with a strangling death by her legs. The only thing he can throw at her is a pillow.

Having no choice, Marcus approaches slowly into her legs’ reach. Angelica isn’t planning on strangling him with her legs and feet, instead she spreads her legs wide in front of her; this overwhelms the psionic block for her allure.

He is now fixating on her crotch area, which is covered by white silk underwear. Angelica rolls her eyes as she sends another psionic blast to block his urges.

“I grow tired of you, I hope the guilds send better assassins next time. Plan your attack carefully, I will finish you off this time.” Angelica assures him.

Marcus swallows his saliva and clears his throat; he knows the princess meant what she said, and he knows his next attack must count but his left hand is completely disabled.

The mercenary knows Angelica is calm and won’t be killing him quickly; she wants to use him as a lab rat to test all her deadly methods to execute her victims. Knowing that, he gathers enough courage to grab her neck with his right hand. The beautiful white haired princess allowed him to do it. Marcus quickly tries to choke her with his hand.

Angelica cringes a bit as she is choked, her neck is still delicate like a noble lady’s neck. The familiar foot stench smeared on his face is constantly poisoning him, the breaths on her smelly feet he took into his lungs are weakening him. He gathers all his strength but he is unable to inflict any serious damage on her.

“Is that all? Is your life only worthy for this kind of efforts? I thought you are a survivor.” His majesty teases him.

Angelica lifts her legs and wraps them around his neck. She turns her hips and throws him to the ground; easily breaking his grasp around her neck. She tightens her thighs around his neck, he feels like a huge anaconda constricting his neck, choking him to death. Marcus quickly tries to pry open her thighs with his right hand; knowing that he couldn’t open her feet with both hands, he would never be able to open her thighs with only one hand.

The princess unlocks her ankle and uses her right foot to pushes his right hand to her left ankle, she then hooks her left foot and crosses her right foot over; trapping his hand between her feet and his neck between her thighs. She has completely immobilized him; he is like a hare caught in a noose, waiting for the hunter to snap its neck.

Her left leg straightens while her right thigh crushes down on his neck, cutting off the blood flow from his carotid arteries to his brain. His windpipe has collapsed and he is gasping for air.

“Fight for your life, peasant.” Angelica says. “Isn’t it sad that the only chance you ever had to take advantage of a pretty woman like me turned out to be your own humiliation?”

Angelica presses her right thigh down his neck, sealing off his blood flow and oxygen completely; he only has moments to live before he is strangled to death.

“Haven’t you been oppressed all your life? I know that ever since I was just a young girl, my father told me tales of your life and your suffering gave me joy.” Angelica smiles sadistically. “And isn’t it sad that the only opportunity you had to take my life turned out to be your own execution?”

Marcus has lost consciousness already, the princess isn’t sure if he heard her or not, but she continues. “I know you hated me all your life and dreamt of ravishing my body.”

Angelica torques her feet and breaks Marcus’s right wrist that is trapped between her ankles.

“Deep inside, I know you want to unburden yourself from fighting with me, you are tired from your vengeance. You want me to put you out of your misery. Put you out of your misery with the thing you crave the most; my body, my thighs.” Angelica tempts him in his last few seconds of life.

“Your wish...” She announces. “Granted.”

The Ivory Princess squeezes both her thighs with full strength, Marcus shakes involuntarily one last time, turning purple and black. His mouth is wide open in pathetic attempts to take in air. His stone cold facial expression is of pure horror; bravest soldiers in his position would have been the same. Her powerful thighs could have strangled 3 soldiers to death simultaneously and instantaneously; there was nothing Marcus could have done to save himself. Maybe if he begged like a dog instead of trying to fight back, she would have gotten bored of him and let him go, or maybe she would have just snapped his neck with her feet to begin with. No reason to talk about what-ifs at this point; this point of no return.

Angelica can feel muscles and blood vessels tearing in his neck. She lessen her grip around his neck knowing that he is dead already; this is by far her most powerful method of execution, no one will survive when his neck is trapped between her thighs of ivory steel. No healing of any kind can bring him back to life, he is nothing more than a corpse now; a corpse that she thoroughly used for her own experiment and enjoyment.

“Oh, I almost forgot to try this…” She comments rhetorically.

*CRACKED*

The End

This is a resized drawing, email/msg me if you want the full resolution one. (100x bigger)

I also have an alternative version of the same drawing, email/msg me if you want it. (100x bigger)

The alternative version is in Princess Leia of Star Wars, doing the headscissors to kill Boba Fett.

[dj200]

Awesome, thank you so much for sharing this! Will the third part and the picture be posted?

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Originally Posted by dj200 [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]

Awesome, thank you so much for sharing this! Will the third part and the picture be posted?

Yup, but I want to keep the full resolution drawing I paid for, for myself. I will post a re-sized drawing once I figured out how to post picture here.

If anyone likes the drawing and wants the full resolution drawing, PM me!

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Originally Posted by HDdude [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]

Yup, but I want to keep the full resolution drawing I paid for, for myself. I will post a re-sized drawing once I figured out how to post picture here.

If anyone likes the drawing and wants the full resolution drawing, PM me!

Sounds fair! You can post the picture as an attachment by using the paperclip icon on the top row of the style options when posting

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Okay, last part posted, enjoy! picture coming soon

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[HDdude]

Okay, the re-sized picture is posted! Enjoy

I commissioned the story based the character on Princess Leia in her white clothing because I always have the fantasy of being headscissored by her. So I also have an alternative version of the picture.

Send me a pm if you want the picture in full resolution (100x bigger), or if you want the picture in an alternative version (Princess Leia in white headscissoring Boba Fett to death), or if you want the official pdf form.

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Wow, this is excellent, thanks so much