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fibrillationfascination · 8 months

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Your idea of fun, her idea of despair.

Slower and slower her heart struggled. With no oxygen yet plenty of gas she had no strength to breath anymore, the only movement of her chest was purely her starved pump trying to contract. A small impulse, barely perceptible, of her organ's apex tapping her chest wall.

30BPM now and fading as you press your fingers against her thin neck. Her body was paler than ever and you can't resist but to hear her heart stop. Laying next to her, you rest your head between her breasts and perceive the faint contractions. Her cold skin never felt so good as you feel it start to skip against your cheek. Sudden ventricular tachycardia surprises you as it runs against the inside of her chest before quickly falling into fibrillation. You almost fall asleep to her heart now slumped over in between her lungs, unmoving.

She didn't want things to go so far, you promised not to hurt her. You lied. She was completely powerless and, by all accounts, dead. Lifting yourself over her and smirking, you grab two long metal needles and push them into her chest. Trying to find her left atrium you wiggle one needle around the surface of her heart until you think you have found it. You see the needle gently shaking of its own accord, the muscle feebly spasming every now and then. The next will find its home in her right ventricle but not before you tear a hole a few millimetres large in her pericardium.

Careful not to disturb the needles you attempt CPR, rescue breaths being given more often than necessary as you cherish the feeling of her cold lips against yours. Minutes pass until you notice the apparent vibration of the needles. Grabbing the battery you had prepared you attach the leads to the needles and switch it on momentarily. You see the needles pull together as her heart crunches inwards from the electrical pulse. You do it again. It's addictive, her heart is your favourite toy and you rapidly flick it on and off. Being a simple button press, you speed it up and force those incorrectly timed shocks at over 300bpm. You enjoy watching the needles spasm in her body. You stop abruptly and watch as the needles quiver for a few seconds before a beat is made. Another and another, you know she may be back soon so you bring her up to the bed, tying her down.

She feels the breath filling her lungs, she wants to continue her sleep yet she can't. Her body was restarting and she started shuddering. You leave her mouth alone as you rest your hands on her breast with the needles in between your fingers. Ticking away inside her, the pericardium is being slowly filled with her own blood as it pumps faster in retaliation to the metal that has pierced it. You gag her as she finally wakes and you watch her confusion. Looking around and unable to move, she quickly panics as she glares at the needles inside her. Racing now, her heart is going at well over 180bpm. She tries to break free until you hold the button on the battery. A crushing pain under her breast has her trying to clutch her chest in agony.

You relent as you watch the needles dance in her organ, dazed and confused before picking up a rhythm again. She tears up, she didn't think it would go so far yet in the back of her mind, she loved it. She dreamed of her heart being dominated, she loved that it stopped, loved that she was brought back and loves her pump being abused so brutally.

You lift a stethoscope and listen to her heart strain with every beat. A wooshing sound is apparent, one that was never there before you pierced her. It's soft and you decide it isn't enough, retrieving another needle you guide it over her tricuspid. She lets out a small moan as you push the sharp tip into her skin, slowly but surely you guide the steel into her heart and feel it skip as you penetrate the myocardium. Into the right ventricle it goes as you angle it against the valve. Shaking so fast yet rarely skipping you will soon change that. Tearing her tricuspid a bit at a time until you hear the wooshing become louder and more strained. Suddenly needing more oxygen as blood leaks back into the right atrium her heart beats faster and manages to crest over 220BPM.

She feels the needle tear her valve as she moans, she had always wanted to hear her ticker squeal with every beat and right on cue you put the earpieces in her ears. The frighteningly fast pace of her pierced heart filled her ears yet she felt the sound growing more muffled as minutes went on. You see her neck veins distended, the pulse in them yet more apparent and you smirk at the realisation that her pericardium has finally filled enough to squeeze her pump. Removing the needles for now, you are ready to abuse her chest. Her heart is barely holding on at 232bpm and is soon to fail. Holding the stethoscope still, you hit her sternum hard and apparently that is all it takes. The sound of a skip and the feeling of her heart stopping was euphoric to her but she didn't want to die. She hears nothing and begins to fight against her restraints. It won't last.

You leave the room after brushing her cheek fondly, you need to get some equipment from another box in the other room. After all, you came far more prepared than she knew. Tools are no issue for you, especially with your connections and now, neither is acquiring a subject. An empty syringe to start with, a variety of tubes of substances, a defibrillator and some far more gory kit if you feel it necessary to use. Or perhaps you might just want to crack her chest open for fun....

You bring some boxes into the room of your playmate, she isn't moving and you have to move fast. The empty syringe easily slides in and you feel the pericardium give into the steel as you puncture it yet again. Drawing as much of the bloody fluid out, you try to drain the sack around her heart just enough to give her pump some room to fill. Once you are satisfied, you start compressing her chest. Her ribs feel more compliant than before as they succumb to your force, you rhythmically crushing her damaged heart.

Pressing a needle deep into her left ventricle, you use it as an indicator for any movement as you continue compressions. After what seems like an unreasonable amount of time you sit back and watch as the needle begins to quiver with her myocardium spasming. You ready the defibrillator and shock her delicate body. Every muscle in her chest tenses, including her heart and the needle continues to quiver. Another shock, she seems too far gone until you see the comforting rhythm of her ticker gently wiggling the needle. You take the gag off of her mouth to begin filling her lungs with air, you coax her precious form back to life and caress her with as much love as you can muster.

Her eyes were still shut but you can tell she'll be back soon, you know she likes it when her heart skips but with the previous health of her pump it was rare. Too rare, you decide. You pinch the needle and hold it still which forces a few struggling skips before you press it further. Against the inside wall of her ventricle, you begin movement of the sharp steel needle. Fluttering as she grows wounded you let her recover momentarily before doing it again, you are damaging her heart inside and out.

As she wakes, you have already removed the needle and cleaned her up for surgery. For now you sit at her side. Smiling at her, you let her know she is in good hands as she hears her heart now wooshing and stuttering with frequency. She chooses not to talk, she barely has the strength anyway and she wants to see where this goes. She had no clue of his dark medical expertise nor had she imagined he had boxes of kit for this. Had she known, she would have loved a more exciting play session with you. She will get just that.

Injections begin as she feels the pinpricks, you ready some tools by her side to open her up. She is beautiful on the outside, it's time to see her inner beauty. Her heart starts picking up but with the damage the pump has received she can only manage runs of skips. She's lightheaded and weak, the muscular vital organ within is failing the fight to continue with the stress as she passes out. She won't feel a thing, you intubate her and begin the real surgery. Dreams of these very motions guide your hands as you cut through her perfect skin. She doesn't need those bones covering her gorgeous blood drum, you remove sections of her ribs with no intent to put them back. She can keep some of them later, though you will have a piece of her with you to keep.

Minutes pass as you reach the midpoint of your work, time to wake her. You gently slap her cheek repeatedly, cooing her name and doing something else with your left arm. She comes to her senses, at least partially, and witnesses her body baring her organs to the air. Your arm is resting inside her, she has no pericardium anymore and her heart is struggling away in the nude. Her heart grows weaker, still skipping most beats and you feel the turbulent flow of blood inside it. Resting in your palm, her life is literally in your hand and you cherish it. Bringing yourself close, you lift her heart and give a long kiss. Almost as if she had waited for this, she moans and arches her back towards you. The vigour returns to her ticker as you lavish her with attention, you lick her delicious rippling myocardium and stroke her all over. An organ that was never meant to even be seen was now being fondled between your mouth and hands.

You lay by her side, one hand inside her and the other under her head as you feel her perfectly imperfect beats playing with your fingers. A moment to die for, you let her look you in the eyes and you squeeze...

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fibrillationfascination · 9 months

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The exercise into the slight breath hold is so 🥵

Heartbeat with pressure + exercise

The strain this combo puts on my heart causes quite a few skips!

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fibrillationfascination · 9 months

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This update is amazing.

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[video] Artoria Pendragon CPR Ver.2

Uncensored version: https://www.patreon.com/posts/86379031

Hope you guys like it.

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fibrillationfascination · 11 months

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older video that i found the aftereffects files for

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fibrillationfascination · 11 months

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Captive Audience

The electrical activity of her heart was displayed on the monitor next to her. The height and shape of the waves as well as the frequency described the level of stress her heart was under. The rate at which her heart was beating and the varying levels at which her waveforms travelled across the screen indicated strong cardiac stress. 149 beats per minute with varying QRST patterns suggested fearfulness and worry. This along with her unknown cardiac history made for a troublesome situation.

The blood pressure monitor began to buzz and inflate. Reaching its pre-programmed level, it began to slowly click and hiss as it deflated. Registering 149 over 90, the young woman's heart was definitely in danger. It was quite high for someone this apparent age. The pulse-oximeter read 99 percent on room air despite the ball gag wedged in her mouth.

Restrained at the arms and ankles, a strap around her torso and around her forehead, the girl could barely move. Tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to comprehend what was happening to her. Her right hand hurt, she was able to strain and look down. An IV was placed there. She could hear the rapid beeping of the heart monitor but could not see it. She was strapped to some form of upright chair with her arms out to her sides. Her feet were strapped slightly more than shoulder width apart and she was completely naked.

She strained to see what was around her. Her tear filled eyes trying to see through the blurry darkness. Drool seeped out from behind the gag and ran down her face and throat onto her heaving chest. Her breathing heavy and harsh from fear and the obstruction. Another wave of panic shot adrenalin through her veins causing the monitor to jump. 157 beats per minute. Blood pressure 151 over 92. Oxygen saturation 98 percent. She could feel her heart pounding like a caged animal trying to get free. She could feel her blood pulsing through her body, every vein bulging and hear every whoosh in her ears as it raced to her brain.

He entered the room and observed the scene. He had prepared for months for this room to receive its first visitor. Hours of planning, gathering of devices and equipment as well as choice of "guest" were spent in making this night happen. Everything was in order.

He moved over to the girl and began to read her vitals. Noting her ecg, blood pressure and oxygenation, he felt the pulse in her left wrist. He was surprised at the strength of the pulse. Her heartbeat was forcing blood through her arteries much harder than it should. He moved to feel her right carotid. The bounding vessel slammed against his fingers. He pressed on it and could feel it roll away under his pressure. She moaned as her touched her neck. Fear coursing through her veins as he reached for a stethoscope. Placing the earpieces in, he listened to each area of her chest. Each valve location rewarding him with the rich, powerful LubDub song of valve cusps clapping shut. He lingered over his favorite listening point, directly against her left breast as it began to curve away from her sternum.

LUBdub, LUBdub, LUBdub, lubDUB, LUBdub.

The pounding reverberated in his ears. He shushed her as she was crying and interfering with the symphony in her chest. He felt her pulse again and watched the bell of his stethoscope move from the strength of her heartbeats. He then moved the steth to hear her lung sounds. Her lungs were clear and healthy sounding. The rhythm of her life force began to arouse him.

Adjusting the chair to spread his guests legs wider, he stood between her thighs and began another full steth session on her. The ecg read 165 beats per minute. Her blood pressure was 150 over 92 and holding. He listened specifically to her mitral area. He could hear the valve open and clap closed clearly, but he also heard something else. There was the slight whoosh of a backflow of blood. She had a leaky valve. He grinned. This just got more interesting.

He pressed the steth more deeply into her chest and caused her to squirm uncomfortably. His eyes roamed over her as he listened. She was young, in her late teens or early twenties. She had auburn hair pulled back and French braided behind her head. Bright white and freckled skin covered her body. He watched her chest heaving beneath his hand as the steth vibrated with each heartbeat and rose and fell with each breath. She was toned, strong abs flexing as she tried to release herself. He ran the fingers of his free hand along her jawline to her chin. She had a very slight dent there. He slid his fingers down, feeling her pulsing carotid and then began to trace the large jugular veins distending from the side of her throat. These he traced down further as he examined the dark blue pattern of veins spreading out throughout her chest and breasts. The vascular pattern intrigued him. Removing his steth from her chest, he was amused by the ring it left over her mitral valve. Setting his tool aside he donned a pair of nitrile gloves and began to examine her. He felt the pulses on both sides of her neck, pushing slightly on the arteries and watching for any reaction on the ecg. He ran his fingers up and down both sides her neck feeling her pulses and the bulging veins. Her heartrate remained in the low 160s as he explored her.

Reaching to his left he retrieved a tube of green gel. Opening the tube, he squeezed a generous amount into his huge hand. Tossing the tube aside he rubbed his gloved hands together and then began rubbing the gel over her entire chest. He coated her breasts, sternum and upper chest being careful not to disturb her ecg leads. He rubbed the gel over each breast taking time to caress them and play with their nipples. They became rock hard at his touch and she tried to collapse her chest to pull them out of his grasp to no avail. He felt her heart pumping just below the left breast and felt her carotid pulse with his left hand. He felt his heat growing. He squirted more gel directly on her sternum and she recoiled from the coldness. Rubbing this between and beneath both breasts and both sides of her chest, he was able to see the apex of her racing heart beating between her ribs. The shiny gel made it much easier to see. He placed his fingers on the spot and felt the strength of her panicking organ.

She couldn't move. She couldn't scream. Her chest was hurting. Breathing was difficult with the gag in her mouth. She felt dizzy and weak. She felt something cold running through her. He had injected something into her IV. Her heart began to slow and her breathing started to calm. She felt like she was starting to relax. She leaned back against the headrest and felt the rhythm of her heart slow. The beeping of the ecg indicated a less tachycardic speed. Her heart slowed to 110 beats, then 102, then 99 and finally leveled off and stayed at 98. Her breathing followed suit and her oxygenation reached 100 percent. Finally calm, she strained to see the man between her legs.

He was tall. She guessed 6 foot 3 or better. His face was covered in a surgeon's hat and mask. His hands were strong and huge. She could tell from the way they felt when he rubbed the slime on her chest. They were also somewhat gentle when he took her pulses like he was doing now. There was a lock of graying hair sticking out of the hat. That was all she could see. His eyes were grey and cold. She shivered when she saw them.

She felt him rub more gel on her chest and around her breasts. She cringed when he fondled her nipples again. He had something in his hand and she felt her heart stop beating for 3 whole seconds. When it started itself again her rate shot to the mid 130s. He was holding defibrillation paddles. What the hell was he going to do with those? Her heart was fine. There was no need to bring those out. Panic set in once again. She began to scream despite the ball gag. He held his finger up to his mask and shushed her. She watched him reach below her view and realized another cold sensation running through her. He gave her something again. She struggled to hold her head up. The heart monitor slowed as her rhythm decreased again. This time she felt it harder to breathe. Her vision became fuzzy as he placed gel on the paddles and rubbed them together.

She was woozy from the last dose. He didn't want her passing out but he needed her to be calm. Her heartrate was 128 and her blood pressure was 140 over 92. Pulse-ox read 100 percent still. No artifacts on the ecg but her qrs waves were still pronounced. She was almost perfect. He toggled the defibrillator on and set the selector to 50 joules. He charged the paddles. She grimaced behind the gag as he began to rub the ice cold paddles over her skin. He slid them around and over her breasts, beneath and between them. He could feel the panicked pumping of her organ. It vibrated the paddles as he lingered over her sternum and apex areas. He rubbed the paddles over each breast, stopping to place each one directly over her nipples and areolas. The machine whined and double beeped. He held the paddles in place for what seemed an eternity. She was heaving for breath, crying and trying to beg for her life as he keyed the two discharge buttons simultaneously. Her breasts jumped and a thinking sound was made. She let out a confused huff of air and stared at him. It felt like a small thump on her chest. Just a long line returning to a rapid rhythm on the monitor. Her heart never skipped a beat. Everything was perfect. Grasping both paddles in one hand he felt her carotid pulse. The regular throbbing of the artery greeted his fingers. She continued to stare at him as he adjusted the device and increased the output to 75 joules. She started to gasp for breath as the cold metal of the paddles caressed her skin again. Heartrate 130. He charged the paddles. She tried to shake her head no but the restraints held fast. Beads of sweat formed on her brow as she stared at the roving paddles sliding all over her chest. This time, he stopped moving over her kidney areas on the left and right. He shocked her. Her muscles contracted quickly and violently but no reaction on the monitor. Again he felt her bounding pulse.

She was screaming inside. He had shocked her twice and so far she was fine. She knew he hadn't placed the paddles properly on her chest if he wished to affect her heart but she couldn't be sure he wasn't going to. The icy cold fingers of fear enveloped her. She was certain he was going to kill her. She took a deep breath and inhaled some spittle. She began coughing violently as she tried to clear her airway. She began to shake her head and arch her back as she coughed and tried to breathe. She felt him place a hand in the center of her chest and his fingers feel her pulse. She almost felt calm. Her heartrate spiked to 160 and began to come down. She heard him toggle the defibrillator again.

Once again, he slid the paddles over her chest. He watched her face contort in fear. He saw the tears streaming down to her throat where her pulse was bounding visibly. He glanced at the ecg. Her waveforms were changing slightly. The prolonged stress was beginning to effect her heart rhythm. Her blood pressure was starting to climb and her veins were bulging in her neck, chest and hands. Still maintaining 75 joules, he placed the paddles in the proper position for cardioversion, sternum and apex. He shocked her. Her chest jumped and her breasts bounced. The ecg showed a run of coarse vfib for maybe 4 seconds and then a pvc as her heart corrected itself levelling of ar a rate of 142 beats per minute.

She felt like she had been punched in the chest. Everything stopped and she felt it. Her heart stopped and then started up again on its own. She bore down against the shock and her heart somehow reset itself. She could feel him pressing on her carotid artery again. Her pulse slamming against his fingers felt strange. She was weakened from the ordeal and the crying. Her breathing was labored and her chest was sore. She wanted desperately to scream but every sound she made was muffled. As she lay there gasping, he was observing her.

He was watching the pulse beat in her neck. The strength and force of the flow caused skin to throb. He grabbed his stethoscope and listened to her heart again. He was pretty sure she was very close to heart failure but she still sounded strong. Time for a different tactic.

He lowered his chair to put her vagina at eye level. She tried to look down at him but she couldn't clearly see him. He noticed her ribcage and belly pulse as she breathed. He covered his gloved fingers with gel and began to slowly trace his way around her vaginal lips and clitoral area. He listened to the tone of the heartrate monitor increase as he fingered her sexual area. Looking up he could see her entire body stiffen as he rubbed and fingered her sex. Pulse rate began to climb and breathing followed suit. He let one hand roam up to her sternum and he felt her pumping heart. She squirmed and shook as he manipulated her clit. Her heart rate soared to 180 as he expertly felt and pinched and rolled her clitoris between his fingers. Different waveforms began to show on her ecg. She was beginning to climb toward climax and he cardiovascular system was reaching overload. He heart was starting to throw extra beats and pvcs as she grew closer to orgasm. The ecg rate alarm went of when her heartrate hit 190. Her back arching. The strain of his work on her sex causing her neck veins to bulge, her pulses to be clearly visible and her lungs to gasp for air. She was seconds from orgasm when he stood up and rammed his fingers deep inside her vagina, digging for and finding her hypersensitive g-spot. She let out a loud groan as his finger massaged the g and his thumb caressed her clit. Three shuddering violent convulsions, respiratory arrest and a massive earthquake of screaming release sent her heartrate over the 210 beats per minute mark. She desperately tried to clutch at her chest in spite of the bonds. Her legs fighting the restraints and bucking and arching against the chair. She collapsed onto the chair in a sopping wet mess gasping for oxygen and crying for the torturous release. Her heart began throwing strings of pvcs and she lay gasping and groaning as her heartrate dropped to an irregular 178.

He grabbed his stethoscope and began to listen to her struggling heart. The murmur was clearer now. Her heart was pounding badumpbadumpbadumpthadumpbadump.

Racing painfully in her chest, he listened. He grabbed her throat, compressing the internal jugular veins and carotid arteries but leaving her airway clear. She gagged and bit down hard on the ball gag. She began to wretch and struggle. The ecg showed her heartrate triple as the pressure increased. Gasping and gurgling her face began to turn dark purple as the blood pooled in her face above the blockage. Her heart beat began to rage at 225 beats per minute, the blood pressure monitor reading error since her heart was trying to clear the blockage. The machine maxed out at 300 over 200. She began convulsing. He heart faltering and finally disintegrating into ventricular fibrillation.

He released his grip. She flopped to the table twitching as the chokehold was released. His stethoscope fixed to her chest he listened for any sign of life. She began to roll and buck. Her heart throwing pvcs and extrasystoles with 2 or 3 real beats. She wasn't breathing. He grabbed a ventilator bag from underneath the chair and stood to bag her. He forced air into her stricken lungs. She began to pink up slightly. The strain was too much for her tortured heart so it began to vibrate uncontrollably.

He readied the defibrillator for its true mission and placed the paddles on her dying chest. He shocked her at 100 joules. No response. He bagged her and then charged the paddles again. He shocked her at 200 joules. This time she began to throw wild pvcs and ectopic beats. He shocked her again at 360. When she had dropped to the table, her heart was in sinus rhythm. She began to breathe on her own.

He smiled beneath the mask. Listening to the pumping of her heart through the steth again, he plotted his next move. Time to let her recover. He felt the pulses on her unconscious body and left to plot his next move.

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fibrillationfascination · 11 months

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I really want to share my heartbeat with the world, but I'm having trouble getting a set up that works. Can anyone tell me what they use?

(edit: looks like my setup was okay enough... Just had to physically futz with some things!)

#cardiophilia #cardiophile #dark cardiophilia #heartbeat

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fibrillationfascination · 11 months

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Been rewatching The OA after a long while because it was distracting how turned on I'd get during the many death/near death drowning scenes. And the heartbeat listening device. The woosh of the soul leaving the body and coming back. Buuut it's the weekend soooo

One of the first lines is a subtly eager "did I flatline?"

If you haven't seen it before it's on Netflix and it's... Interesting. It's not my fave sci-fi/supernatural/fantasy show, but it's probably worth a shot if you don't mind a show that takes itself a little too seriously. Heads up if you hate cliffhangers: it got canceled after two seasons.

#The oa #dark cardiophilia #cardiophilia #resusfetish

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fibrillationfascination · 1 year

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Shin On FiveSeven (gumroad.com)

Squeeze; Published by Sinon51788 on Gumroad. Currently no longer being sold. Other works are still available on Gumroad.

A SWF file that has interactivity with the mouse. This paid flash animation has the character breathing, with her heart visibly beating underneath her ribcage. Her skin and ribs can be removed to gain access to her heart. When the mouse hovers over her heart it beats faster. Clicking on the heart will squeeze it, causing it to slow and her breathing to cease. Letting go of the heart will bring her back.

This video was recorded to preserve the flash file, I do not own the content.

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The Basement Series-Freya pt 4

Just then the bell rang. Though the room was soundproof, Cal had installed a fixture for the deaf that flickered the lights instead of ringing in the basement. He knew who it would be at the door. Rolling his eyes, he detached himself from his beauty, Freya, and went for the door.

He opened it and sure enough, it was as he suspected.

“Bastian Conroe.” He greeted the fair skinned dark haired man.

“Well if it isn’t the tri-state killer…” Bastian joked pushing past Cal.

“You do know you’re just as guilty and of far more than I am right?” He laughed.

“Details.” Baas shrugged grinning. “So I heard a woman is missing in the area, for a few days now….” He smirked. “What’s she like?”

Cal had to smile. Baas knew him so well. “Her name is Freya. She is lots of fun and a beauty. You wanna join in on the fun Baaw? I was about to go in for another resus.”

Bas’s eyes lit up. “Definitely.”

“Come and meet her.” Cal unbolted the door to the basement and led him down the stairs. “You’ll be smitten”.

Freya lay on the bed, leads still attached to her chest, eyes closed. She was breathing rhythmically and softly, the rise of fall of her bare chest, steady. Baas came up and placed his hand over her heart. It pumped softly underneath his fingers setting his nerves on fire. “Oh, you’re right. She is definitely a gorgeous specimen.

What have you exhausted so far, Cal?”

“Potassium. Heroin. And straight up defib. I’m thinking about going with gas now. Paralyzing agent and then anesthesia.” Baas whistled. “Where’d you get your hands on those? You got to introduced me to your supplier.” He giggled like a school ages boy.

Cal laughed. “You wanna do the honors?” Cal handed him a bag valve mask.

“Thank you Cal”. Baas took the mask but placed it near Freya’s head. “But first lets see those eyes.” He patted her cheek trying to wake her. “Come on babydoll wake up,” he shook her a bit and she started moaning but her eyes remained closed. He put his knuckles into her sternum and gave her a rub. “Come on baby let me see those eyes.” he rubbed as he opened one eyelid. Freya finally came around the pain stimulus awakening her senses; startled to see a face she did not know.

“There you go. Hello Freya baby.” he smiled at her as he stoked her cheek. “You were right Cal, those eyes are to die for.”

The mention of Cal brought Freya back to reality. She started to cry. “Please…..” she moaned.

“Hush now babydoll,” Baas comforted her as the hissing mask descended over her nose and mouth. “It’s ok. Breathe in.” He urged her.

“NO!” Freya screamed weakly. She tried moving her head so he wouldn’t be able to put the mask on her but he easily managed. She held her breath but it was only a matter of time. Baas however didn’t wait. He squeezed the bag, filling her lungs with the gas. Her chest rode up and down with the forced breath.

She cried louder but he kept bagging her rhythmically. “Take it into your lungs beautiful. . Just relax. I’m going to be taking over your breathing for you in just a minute when you go into respiratory arrest. Freya noticed she was becoming still. She wanted to fight and thrash but her body was slowly going to sleep. Her heartbeat went up dramatically on the monitor screen. “That’s it babydoll! That’s right.”

“Yes sweetheart!” Cal poked his head in to her line of sight. “Good girl. We’re gonna show Baas here how much fun we have. Yeah…” he stroked her head. “You’re taking in a paralytic right now, you will be conscious and unable to move or breathe until we administer your anesthesia.”

It was already working. Drool began dripping out of the corner of her mouth as all movement left her. Baas smiled. She felt dread rising in her loins. Her bowels released. “Yes, there you go babydoll. just relax into paralysis” Baas coached her along. Cal lifted her leg and turned her back slightly sticking a gloved finger into her anus. Then cleaned her up. Fear was rustling in the chambers of her heart. The monitor sounded accordingly with an alarm as her stats rose dramatically. She couldn’t inhale, talk, move. Not even an inch. Adrenalin coursed into her blood.

Baas took the mask off her and leaned in and kissed the saliva off her face. Then he closed her nose and gave her a deep breath. “Mmmm….” he moaned. “you are indeed luscious.” he grinned playing with her nipple, looking intently in her fear filled eyes. He bent down slow, one hand sliding right the center of her sternum. He blew into her chest cavity again this time slow, deep, sensual, savoring every moment of the feel of her mouth, the rise of her chest against his hot palm. He broke away and just stood watching her, watching her rhythm on the screen. He was in no hurry.

Freya, on the other hand, already felt the need to breathe, her mind was running at light speed, the need for air leading her to panic. Baas took his time as Cal fumbled with the switches to another tank. No doubt this one the anesthetic. Baas finally placed the mask on her face again and squeezed air and gas into her with the bag. He continued, Freya laying conscious but utterly helpless at his mercy. Cal changed the tubes and a new smell filled the mask. Baas leaned in closer watching her wide open eyes intently, enjoying the control he had over her. He held the ambu bag sealed over her mouth and nose with one hand, while stroking her face with the other a few times.

“I got you babydoll” his hand moved to squeeze the bag. A flood of oxygen filled Freya. It felt good. cold. Satisfying. Infuriating. Cruel. So many things she felt at once.

Now her heart began acting up. She could feel it writhe out of rhythm inside her chest. The anesthetic causing an overdose in her system. Higher and higher her pulse climbed until at 255 her useless quiver gave out its wonderings and left her lifefeless.

“Cardiac arrest” Cal announced as he set up a series of needles filled to the brim with cardiac inducing drugs. Baas placed his head on Frey’s chest. Finding no beat he lost control and came hard in his briefs.

‘You enjoyed that huh?” Cal smiled at him when he was done.

“Most definitely. She is a most worthy specimen.”

“Lets resus shall we ?”

“Can I be the one to pump her heart?” he asked.

Cal nodded and injected her IV with adrenaline. He waved at Baas to begin.

Baas interlaced his knuckles together over her dead heart. Cal came in and closed her nose, filling her with more air. He could tell she hated when he breathed into her mouth, which made her helplessness all the more potent.

Baas thrust into her over and over. “Come on babydoll,” he willed her back as he worked her heart ferociously, harder than Cal had done previously. “You ain’t got no choices here sweetie.” he paused for Cal to insert air into her then continued. “I got my hands right here between your nipples pumping your little heart. I know the adrenalin burns like hell, so don’t make us give you another one. Because we’ll work your heart all fucking night if that’s what it takes.” he pumped, her ribs cracking under the strain.

“Come on sweetheart” Cal coaxed her, sliding two fingers into her carotid as Baas worked her muscle without mercy. Cal handed him another syringe, this one massive for intracardiac use. “Another one.” Baas ordered as he found the space under l her left breast and between her ribs and jammed the needle into her heart. He thrust its entire contends into her ventricle and grabbed the other from Cal, doing the same. The men paused to watch the effects on the monitor. A tiny blip appeared. 5 seconds later another and another.

“’She’s back..” Baas announced. “Good girl.” he felt for a femoral pulse.

“Its too slow.” Cal told Baas.

“Much too slow “he agreed rubbing her kitty a little then placed his hands back between Freya’s breasts. He continued compressions helping her heart to find sinus rhythm. Cal inserted drugs into her IV and watched as Baas gently monitored the pulse in her neck, “Give her some air Baas” he instructed. “I got to get a fresh 02 tank from the garage.”

Baas obliged pinching her nostrils and sealing his mouth on hers. He thrust. Her chest shot up. Again and again he breathed into her, keeping one eye on the monitor reading. Just as Cal returned with he tank, she gasped deep and hard.

Baas shivered and let another wave of pleasure roll over him. He had his member out in his hand, Freya opened her eyes though still unable to move much, at that moment Baas he straddled her placing his tip right on her lower lips. She groaned as he spilled onto her, an orgasm raging in her loins as well. Tears flowed out of her eyes as she felt betrayed by her own body. When Baas was done he got onto the bed with her, cleaning her up, and propping her against his chest, her head bent back onto his shoulder. He continued to breathe for her, keeping his hand smack over her heart, its pumping absolutely hypnotizing. As she regained her facilities she started fighting his breath but he quickly put both his hands into her diagram Heimlich style and emptied her lungs of air. ‘Don’t fight me Freya. Just take my breathe into your lungs babydoll. “

Inadvertently she tried to breathe once more. Again he emptied her diaphragm and held the pressure.

She had no choice but to comply, she relaxed. Letting him breathe her up. He filled her with his own breath as she lay against him, his other hand feeling the beats of her heart between her breasts. She prayed for death until she faded unconscious.

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Wow that was amazing.

Lea's home

Chapter 6 pt.2

My heart is already beating hard inside me, pleading for any bit of attention. I am doing my best to practice restraint, to not let my inner cardiophilia show. I don't know if Khushi is into this, or what exactly her intentions are with me, and I can't risk upsetting her. I must be obedient and act as per her wishes. I can't let myself be carried away.

Khushi slips out of the dressing room, wearing a tight fitting black sleek swimsuit, completely covering her entire torso, till her elbows and above her knees. Sexy. Her long hair is neatly braided away from her face. The form fitting swimwear highlights her voluptuous breast, her lean muscular build, and the confidence she has knowing she can grab anyone's attention when she walks in the room. The smoothness in the outline also makes me realise that she's wearing nothing below that swimsuit. Not weird, I know people do that sometimes, but it drives me a bit more crazy. I can see an outline of a stemoscope under her suit and see the app on her laptop indicate that it's picking up her heart as it should, and give her a thumbs up. She walks towards me, swaying her hips alluringly, as if calling for my attention. I shiver a bit, maybe because her being so close to me is doing things to my brain...or maybe its because I'm still in my bra and underwear.

"I need your opinion on this one. Listen to my heart now vs. after I finish this 15 mins, and give me your feedback."

Yeah there's no way she's into hearts. There's no way I could get that lucky. I plug in the headphones reluctantly, frustrated about the stemoscope inhibiting my direct hand to chest stething experience, when suddenly I hear it: her beautiful heartbeat. And that's not all, she had a surprise gift for me: a sweet systolic murmur. Faint in the start and loudest in the middle between her 2 beats. This is her heart singing, a sound so dangerous and yet so beautiful. It occurs to me that as a gym instructor and avid exercise enthusiast, she has probably tortured her heart more than this on many occasions.....and the thought arouses me. The tension between my hand and her heart, the strong muscle capable of withstanding strenuous exercise and now this, her murmur.... stirs me up from the inside. A heat spreads in my vulva, growing stronger with each passing second her heart sings to me. She looks at me in delight, saying "oh, you found my murmur almost immediately! Good job, as expected of a med student!" and without further ado she jumps in. I snap out of it and start the recording process, listening to her heart gallop in my head, her murmur filling my every thought, envisioning her struggling heart pounding with such intense pressure.

Her heart starts off at 102 bpm, 126/80 and within 2 mins climbs to 195 bpm, and I watch as her blood pressure creeps up till it hits 198/110. I hear as she resurfaces up for air and her lung sounds take over me, heart beating deep and strong alongside and her murmurs.... Oh her murmur is just amazing. It grows smaller as the duration between each thump shortens but I can still clearly hear her singing for me. The lone spectator in her theatre, the only one in her audience, and the only one she needs for attention.

I can't take this anymore. The absolute madness of my desire takes hold of my mind, my throbbing clit enhancing my heartbeat and the raging of the pump within push me to the edge. I yank out the headsets, get up and jump in the pool and grab Khushi who immediately resurfaces with a surprised squeek. "What are you doing?? You're supposed to monitor my vitals!"

I push her back into the pool wall and my hand cups her left breast, my lips attack her neck. I feel Khushi's body going limp against me and she moans out softly, her hands grab my waist.

"Wha....what are yo- -hngg- you doing??"

I pay no heed to her words, and mercilessly atteck her neck with more vigorous attention to her bounding neck veins. I feel her lungs struggle under me, having not had enough time to breath in properly. Her heart stammers against my hand, beating hard from the intense exercise. The stemoscope is annoyingly in there but I try to ignore it.

Khushi relaxes more into my grip, getting into the rythm. She pants and moans, and she pulls me closer to her, chest to chest, heart to heart.

My own heart is beating erratically, finally rejoicing in its pleasure, reacting happily now that I've given into its demands. It picks up quickly, pounding out of my chest, trying to reach Khushi. My clit is agonizingly sensitive, turning me on with each beat of my thirsty organ, waiting to be touched, to be pampered.

Khushi arches her back to me, pushing her heart further into my palm. With my other hand I slowly work her nipples, already erect and hard, pushing out of her skintight swimsuit. The erotic feeling off the material rubbing sensually and slowly over her nipples elicits a loud moan from her, and her breathing becomes haggard. Her heart, already tired from the intense laps, is being pushed to its limits with my touch, and I demand it to work harder for me. She obliges, and hungrily asks for more. Khushi shakily fumbles with her zip and pulls it down to her sternum, begging for more direct touch. My hands immediately pull her swimsuit off her torso and her breasts escape out into full view, throbbing with her heart and with her nipples finally free, no material restraining it. The stemoscope slips out and slowly sinks, but neither of us could be bothered to fetch it. I take a deep breath in and go underwater, my lips meet her sensitive breasts. I start sucking her hard while feeling her heart hammer away more furiously as I push it further and further than before. Khushi is writhing and squirming, the pleasure taking over her senses and she loses herself in the moment, disregarding the pain that has begun to form in her chest. I feel her heart getting more and more confused and its rhythm is everywhere, irregular but still slamming hard and deep against my hand.

Khushi has no idea what her heart is doing to me.

I rub her clit over her suit and feel her sharp intake of breath, her moans so loud i can hear them clearly underwater. I slip my fingers inside her with ease and rub her clit as my tongue dances on her nipples. I know that she is overloaded with sensations from all over her body, sending her mind to a different place. She pushes my head further into her chest and I am running out of air, my lungs start burning. I push myself to stay underwater and feel a wave of carnal desire coming in my oxygen deprived state. I muster up whatever remaining strength I have and force myself above the water. Before she has a chance to register what's next, I pull her head underwater, cutting off her air supply. I want to push her little muscle to its limits, I want to see how far she's willing to go for me.

She doesn't hesitate and her lips easily find my sensitive areas. Easily slipping my bra off, she begins roughly playing with all my spots, letting her desires consume her. Her fingers roam all over my body, hungrily devouring every bit. My hand remains firmly implanted under her left breast, my only connection to her.

Slowly her roughness becomes more softer, and finally..... There it is. Her heart starts slowing down. The moment I've waited for.

I feel her whole chest shake with such force with each of hear beats, slowing to a dangerous level and yet somehow becoming stronger than ever before. This is her heart baring itself to me, giving me everything it has to offer. I feel her heart in my hand, begging for mercy, for a moment's rest else it might just give up. I need it to struggle a bit more for me though, I know she can.

I feel the wave of lust take me and I give in to my pleasure, moaning out loud, gripping Khushi's hair hard. I feel Khushi's heart, the poor thing, working so hard that it starts giving up. Khushi grows weak and her grip loosens. I immediately pull her out of the water and let her rest of her back, and without wasting a precious second I put my ear in between her breasts. My fingers slowly rest on her apex and I feel her gasping for breath. Her heart, now able to beat properly again, starts back up, erratic, irregular and faint. I listen intently to her recovery beats, as her breathing returns to normal.

"I was waiting for this, for you to do something like this to me... I was so sure you'd take me on the treadmill!" Khushi chuckles softly, now stroking my head as I listen to her beating heart.

"I don't know what you've done to Lea and Mrs. Nicole but I was really getting jealous of them, I waited for you you know..... It's rude to keep someone like me waiting."

I am surprised. I didn't know Khushi wanted me like that, given that we hardly interacted at all. Maybe our hearts connected, maybe she felt my heart beating for her touch.

"You've wanted me to pamper your heart like this? You're a cardiophile too?" I ask her.

"Cardiophile?? What's that?"

Oh Khushi..... if only you knew the hold your heart has on me.

It seems that much like her name. Khushi was only in it for the pleasure.

"I'm not too sure what that means....but next time, let's try pushing my heart a little bit more, yeah? Next time, we could do cycling and see the way my damaged heart goes!!"

Next time couldn't come any sooner.

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