Danielle has been sentenced to hang to death barefoot. Describe her painful public air dance in detail

Danielle has been sentenced to hang to death barefoot. Describe her painful public air dance in detail

Love spewing cum fantasizing about barefoot girls being hanged to death

Danielle screamed as she dropped through the trapdoor or the gallows. A loud crunch could be heard as her throats was crushed, causing a stream of steaming hot piss to spew from her urethra

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end your life

Danielle's soft feet wrinkle and scrunch violently as she dies.

Her toes curled slightly, as the frosted grass crunched beneath her tender feet, the stiff cold of the blades biting in briefly, before they crumbled below her weight. Danielle stifled a yelp, as her foot landed upon a sudden sharp pebble, and she stumbled, only to be pulled along, helpless, by the men holding her by the arms.

She'd stayed quiet until now, but the sudden pain triggered something, as she began to breath fast and sharp, her teeth digging into her lip as she avoided the sobs that heaved with each breath, the heat of her tears adding to the steam from her nostrils, as her hear beat rapidly.

"Slut!" "Witch" "Whore!" The crowd jeered and spat as she passed, and she couldn't so much as raise a hand to wipe the spittle from her face. Not that it mattered, anymore. Danielle tried to straighten up, finally catching her footing again, as she was marched towards the cart, standing under the spread branches of the oak tree, upon a bed of the fallen leaves below. Just in time to see the executioner finishing adjusting the knot that hung from one of its branches.

Cont?

Please keep going!

Just as soon as she regained her balance, she felt her legs lock up, and she began to try to backpedal, the soft pads of her feet dragging into the leaves, and the still-soft earth beneath. But it didn't matter. Danielle found herself lifted bodily into the air, and hurled face-first, onto the rough wooden planks of the wagon's bed. She yelped this time, and then the sobs came, as she was urged to stand up, a stray leaf falling lightly from her damp toes, as they dangled in the air over the loam.

A hand grabbed her by the collar of the nightgown she had been taken in, and it was yanked up. She felt the first taste of strangulation as it pulled sharp against her neck, and then it ripped, rather than assist the man in pulling Danielle to her feet. She was begging now, her pale skin exposed to the cold air, for all to see.

The executioner cursed, and seized her by the hair, yanking her up to her feet, as she yammered nonsense, in pain, fear, and sorrow. But she didn't try to drop again, as the rough rope was drawn around her throat. For the hundredth time, she pulled at the similarly rough rope that cut off the circulation in her wrists, behind her back. The crowd laughed at her form, and men whistled loudly at her.

The executioner laughed, and slapped her ass, causing Danielle to jump slightly, and glance at him in terror, much to the amusement of the crowd.

"What, too good for a bit of fun with me? Had it with everyone else, right?" He asked her loudly, as the crowd cheered him on, He glanced at the audience, and cupped her tits, as he moved behind her, pressing himself against her, his fingers sandpapery against her nipples, hard in the icy kiss of the morning air. "But we're here for a different kind of fun, aren't we?" He roared deafeningly in her ear, to the crowd, who responded with yet another chorus of cheers. He chuckled quietly, and walked to the edge of the wagon, with one final, painful slap to Danielle's ass.

Cont...

God keep going

While his boots crunched into the piles of leaves, her feet shifted on the rough, splintered wood, as Danielle tried to calm herself, closing her eyes, trying, desperately, to believe that there was still hope.

But there was none. The wagon started to shift, as the executioner pulled the horse away, slowly. Danielle scrabbled at the planking, as though trying to stay on it. And when the rope ran out, and the wagon pulled out of reach, she dropped, less than a foot. She grunted with the painful drop, and swung, back and forth, her feet kicking, toes extending as though trying to find purchase on the ground that wasn't there. The rope pressed into her throat, her windpipe... But not her vein. The crowd roared their approval, and shouted their mockeries, as she kicked, desperately, hoping perhaps to get to the tree, or ... or... or... But there was nothing.

Panic set in deeper as she heaved her lungs as sharply as she could, to pull in a breath, contorting her body in a vain attempt to shift the pressure, but only sputtering and gurgling could be heard from her lips. She ceased to kick, but as she rocked back and forth, her feet shifted, rubbing the bottom of first one foot, then the other, against her calves, writhing in agony, as her toes curled, then uncurled, over and over, as her rocking reduced to nothing upon the end of the rope.

She struggled in vain to look down as she felt hands upon her feet, and then sudden relief as they gripped the soft arches, and lifted her slightly. She pulled for oxygen desperately, and then, just as quickly, she was dropped again, as the crowd, and the executioner that lifted her, laughed, as her agony was prolonged.

They laughed harder as a fist slammed into her stomach, sending that newly claimed breath bubbling out of her, and sending her swing again with another sharp grunt, her own spit running down her face, even as the heat of her urine began to run down her leg.

cont...

This is so sexy

A flash of red filled her vision as hands seized her ankles and jerked her down harder upon the rope. Danielle kicked out weakly, feeling her feet run against the fabric of a shirt. She could hear nothing, other than a high pitched whine in her ears, as her eyes bulged, bloodshot, almost unseeing, up at the skeletal branches of the tree. But she could still feel the jab of the stick shoved violently into her, past her vulva, and tearing the walls of her vagina, as she was both mocked and defiled at once. Everything had almost faded, when she was suddenly lifted again. Despite her agony, despite her shame, she took the breath that allowed her, before she dropped again.

Like water splashed in the face, it woke her up, as blood mingled with her urine, upon her legs, now being pulled apart by the executioner with the assistance of another man, and dripping onto the ground. She sputtered again as the stick, or rather, branch, was roughly pushed into her again, in and out, nearly impaling her to her stomach, as she was jostled about upon the end of the rope. But despite the agony, she was still sensitive enough to feel the hot, damp touch of it against her anus, before it, to, had the stick jammed into it, nearly a full foot of it, all at once. But this time, the torturers left it there, hanging from her hole even as darkness again began to press in, as she dangled from the end of the rope.

cont...

Keep going

The blood and urine was dripping down her ankles now, rolls of crimson mingling with the watery piss, as they traveled with macabre grace down her arches, and between her toes, before falling into the leaves, detailing the now gentle swinging of Danielle's defiled, ruined body.

But those feet weren't still yet. The executioner had withdrawn, but life was still in her. They twitched, sending her fluids scattering a bit, as the vessels in her nose finally burst, and blood ran into her own mouth. Danielle tried to gag as it pooled in her throat, but found she could only gurgle, helpless to rid it, except to let it leak from her mouth, down her chin, and onto her breasts. The last thing Danielle remembered was the stick slipping free from her body, and dropping to the ground, as she finally gave up on survival, and the darkness took over, leaving only a the body of a girl, toes still twitching erratically, hanging before a jeering crowd.

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You're amazing man. I gotta head to work so this is my last post but I can't wait to blow more rope to this wonderful fantasy. Hope you liked hanging danielle!

I don't do erotic shit enough.

It was fun, even if it's not really my fetish.

It's not an easy fetish so good on you man. Thanks again for such a detailed description of her barefoot execution.

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you people are fucking stupid.

your kink is fucking stupid.

literally worse than scat fags.

who is danielle?

A slut who was hanged barefoot from a tree while her wet holes were blasted with sticks and poles.

Oh fuck no it's you. Of all the weird shit on Sup Forums this is the creepiest. Why always the same pics if the same ugly chick's?