The condemned woman waits full of anticipation in her cell, kneeling in front of her bed in a long white nightgown and with her hands folded in prayer, for the hour in which the sentence imposed on her will be carried out. The guard enters the room and brings her the robe that is intended for the execution. A floor-length, simple cotton penitent's shirt, a white cloth for the head and a cotton handcuff. She helps the delinquent undress and put the shirt over her naked body. Then she ties her long, brown hair into a knot at the back of her head and puts on the headscarf, folded into a triangle, ties it tightly at the nape of her neck with two tight knots and pushes the ends under the scarf so that her slender neck is exposed and is ready for the knitting. The cloth sits tightly and is placed over the ears. The feeling of the headscarf gently covering her head gives her a pleasant feeling of pleasure and she feels her loins becoming slightly moist and hot. The guard strokes the headscarf several times to make sure that everything is comfortably tight and cannot slip later during the execution while hanging on the rope. She then ties her hands behind her back and leads them out to the cart, which, accompanied by slow drum rolls, takes her to the place of execution. She enjoys her last walk in the floor-length penitential shirt, which caresses her body with every step and gently rubs against her plump breasts. Sitting on the cart, the shirt in her lap rests gently on her loins and repeatedly touches her clitoris during the gentle rocking of the ride, which increases her pleasure even more. She waits anxiously for the scaffold to come into view. Around the next bend she sees it! The scaffold. The rope is already hanging, waiting for her neck. Next to him is the executioner with a black hood, his penis swollen in his tight pants. In one hand he holds a white cloth that is folded into a blindfold and in the other a cloth that is intended for binding the feet. He too can hardly wait for the condemned woman to be handed over to him and he can carry out the execution procedure. Up the last steps she enjoys the gentle touch of the shirt on her legs again. Once under the gallows, the death sentence is read out and she is handed over to the executioner. The priest gives her anointing and holds a crucifix in front of her mouth, which she kisses with trembling lips. She is placed in the middle of the trap door and the feet are tied tightly together at the ankles with the white cotton cuff. Then slowly and gently her eyes are blindfolded with the white, soft cloth. Her lips tremble slightly and the nipples of her plump, firm breasts are hard from her excitement and bulge through the soft material of the shirt that covers her body. When she feels the ankle cuffs being put on and the blindfold being put on, she becomes very wet between her legs. She breathes calmly and calmly and enjoys the sight of the blindfold from the inside. Now it's almost time, she will soon be dangling from the rope and enjoying every second of excitement. She can't wait for the trapdoor to open beneath her feet and the rope to tighten around her neck. The executioner checks again that all the shackles and the blindfold are tight, and also adjusts the penitent's shirt on the body again so that it fits well and does not wrinkle. He also strokes her hard nipples, which are covered by the soft penitent shirt. He then puts the gallows rope around her neck. He tightens it slightly behind his left ear. He too can feel the heat in his loins and has difficulty hiding his excitement. He also checks its exact position on the trapdoor again and gently turns it a little so that it is exactly in the middle. When the judge present, who is responsible for the proper execution of the execution, makes sure that everything is ready, he gives the signal for the rapid drum roll. When this begins and the crowd of spectators stops chanting and becomes quiet, her excitement increases immeasurably and her body trembles with desire and anticipation. She enjoys every second of the whirlwind and squeezes her loins tightly to keep the wetness of her vagina inside. The drum roll suddenly stops and the executioner pulls the lever for the trap door. She gives another short moan of pleasure and falls into the depths. The case seems to go by in slow motion and here too she can briefly enjoy the anticipation of what is to come. The fall is stopped with a sharp jerk on the neck, so that her legs are pulled up again into a short squat, and the rope contracts as planned. The audience cheers and starts clapping. As she had so much hoped, her neck does not break as a result of the fall and she can enjoy her entire hanging until the last second. She immediately starts dancing on the rope and fights against the ankle bracelet to enjoy the feeling to the fullest. The rope constricts her throat and as her legs twitch, the most wonderful orgasms she has ever felt begin. The agony lasts a few minutes, as she had hoped, and she can enjoy all the exciting feelings of her own execution for a long time, the severity of the ankle bracelet, the futile pulling of the arms that are tied tightly behind her back. The weight of her own body pulling her down while hanging by her neck. The rope that gently constricts the throat. The long, delicate penitent shirt that constantly gently touches and caresses her body. The headscarf that comfortably wraps her head. Several times she pulls her legs into a squat, tries to spread her feet and then press her loins tightly together again to savor her pleasure and the constant orgasms. The crowd applauds and cheers, thinking that this is a desperate agony, unaware that they are thoroughly enjoying every second of it. As the oxygen slowly runs out and she begins to faint, she once again enjoys the sight of the blindfold gently covering her face. Then it slowly becomes black in front of her eyes, the twitching of her feet slows down and she slides into eternal sleep full of inner contentment and happiness. Once or twice her feet and hands twitch briefly, then she dangles calmly on the rope, slightly back and forth. Her lifeless body is left hanging for another hour and then slowly lowered with the rope into the wooden coffin that has been laid out.

 

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The condemned woman waits full of anticipation in her cell, kneeling in front of her bed in a long white nightgown and with her hands folded in prayer, for the hour in which the sentence imposed on her will be carried out. The guard enters the room and brings her the robe that is intended for the execution. A floor-length, simple white cotton penitent's shirt as an execution gown, a white scarf for the head and a cotton handcuff. She helps the delinquent undress and put the gown over her naked body. Then she ties her long, brown hair into a knot at the back of her head and puts on the headscarf, folded into a triangle, ties it tightly at the nape of her neck with two tight knots and pushes the ends under the scarf so that her slender neck is exposed and is ready for the rope. The headscarf sits tightly and is placed over the ears. The feeling of the headscarf gently covering her head gives her a pleasant feeling of pleasure and she feels her loins becoming slightly moist and hot. The guard suits the headscarf several times to make sure that everything is comfortably tight and cannot slip later during the execution while hanging on the rope. She then ties her hands behind her back and leads them out to the cart, which, accompanied by slow drum rolls, takes her to the place of execution. She enjoys her last walk in the floor-length execution gown, which caresses her body with every step and gently rubs against her plump breasts. Sitting on the cart, the gown in her lap rests gently on her loins and repeatedly touches her clitoris during the gentle rocking of the ride, which increases her pleasure even more. She waits anxiously for the place of execution to come into view. Around the next bend she sees it! The scaffold. The rope is already hanging, waiting for her neck. Next to him is the executioner with a black hood, his penis swollen in his tight pants. In one hand he holds a white scarf that is folded into a blindfold and in the other a scarf that is intended for binding the feet. He too can hardly wait for the condemned woman to be handed over to him and he can carry out the execution procedure. Up the last steps she enjoys the gentle touch of the wxecution gown on her legs again. Once under the gallows, the death sentence is read out and she is handed over to the executioner. The priest gives her anointing and holds a crucifix in front of her mouth, which she kisses with trembling lips. She is placed in the middle of the trap door and the feet are tied tightly together at the ankles with the white cotton cuff. Then slowly and gently her eyes are blindfolded with the white, soft scarf. Her lips tremble slightly and the nipples of her plump, firm breasts are hard from her excitement and bulge through the soft material of the shirt that covers her body. When she feels the ankle cuffs being put on and the blindfold being put on, she becomes very wet between her legs. She breathes calmly and calmly and enjoys the sight of the blindfold from the inside. Now it's almost time, she will soon be dangling from the rope and enjoying every second of excitement. She can't wait for the trapdoor to open beneath her feet and the rope to tighten around her neck. The executioner checks again that all the shackles and the blindfold are tight, and also adjusts the penitent's shirt on the body again so that it fits well and does not wrinkle. He also strokes her hard nipples, which are covered by the soft penitent shirt. He then puts the gallows rope around her neck. He tightens it slightly behind his left ear. He too can feel the heat in his loins and has difficulty hiding his excitement. He also checks its exact position on the trapdoor again and gently turns it a little so that it is exactly in the middle. When the judge present, who is responsible for the proper sequence of the execution, makes sure that everything is ready, he gives the signal for the rapid drum roll. When this begins and the crowd of spectators stops chanting and becomes quiet, her excitement increases immeasurably and her body trembles with desire and anticipation. She enjoys every second of the whirlwind and squeezes her loins tightly to keep the wetness of her vagina inside. The drum roll suddenly stops and the executioner pulls the lever for the trap door. She gives another short moan of pleasure and falls into the depths. The case seems to go by in slow motion and here too she can briefly enjoy the anticipation of what is to come. The fall is stopped with a sharp jerk on the neck, so that her legs are pulled up again into a short squat, and the rope contracts as planned. The audience cheers and starts clapping. As she had so much hoped, her neck does not break as a result of the fall and she can enjoy her entire hanging until the last second. She immediately starts dancing on the rope and fights against the ankle bracelet to enjoy the feeling to the fullest. The rope constricts her throat and as her legs twitch, the most wonderful orgasms she has ever felt begin. The agony lasts a few minutes, as she had hoped, and she can enjoy all the exciting feelings of her own execution for a long time, the severity of the ankle bracelet, the futile pulling of the arms that are tied tightly behind her back. The weight of her own body pulling her down while hanging by her neck. The rope that gently constricts the throat. The long, delicate execution gown that constantly gently touches and caresses her body. The headscarf that comfortably wraps her head. Several times she pulls her legs into a squat, tries to spread her feet and then press her loins tightly together again to savor her pleasure and the constant orgasms. The crowd applauds and cheers, thinking that this is a desperate agony, unaware that she is thoroughly enjoying every second of it. As the oxygen slowly runs out and she begins to faint, she once again enjoys the sight of the blindfold gently covering her face. Then it slowly becomes black in front of her eyes, the twitching of her feet slows down and she slides into eternal sleep full of inner contentment and happiness. Once or twice her feet and hands twitch briefly, then she dangles calmly on the rope, slightly back and forth. Her lifeless body is left hanging for another hour and then slowly lowered with the rope into the wooden coffin that has been laid out.

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