#resus roleplay
New resus video! Hazel has a heart attack in her sleep…
Onlyfans-@ Hazelsheartbeats
Clips4sale-@ Hazelsheartbeats
New resus video! Hazel has a heart attack in her sleep…
Onlyfans-@ Hazelsheartbeats
Clips4sale-@ Hazelsheartbeats
My heart is pounding
Side beats❤❤
Strapped down the steth!!
My heart is pounding
Recording in secret
Burlesque beats
Morning heartbeats❤❤
Hiking heartbeats part 2 ❤❤
Cardiophile Cruella ❤❤
NEW RESUS video! Clips4sale @Hazelsheartbeats
Hiking heartbeats❤❤
Listen to how fast my heart is beating ❤❤
Listen to how fast my heart is beating ❤❤
I’m going to be taking a brief hiatus until I’m feeling better, but I knew I couldn’t leave hanging. So here it is, I hope you enjoy.
***
Part 1 : https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/184652041622/first-fantasy-intermission-2-part-1
Part 2: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/184830189037/first-fantasy-intermission-2-part-2
***
The springs of the bed squeaked softly as Anna’s chest was compressed against the hard CPR board that lay atop the mattress. The monitor whistled, the line sliding across the screen. With eyes cracked open and head fallen to one side, Anna could see that another section had started flashing, a number ticking down. Her hand held a small device that bristled with wires and buttons, and she was glad she had found the right one.
“O2 sat’s dropping, we need to secure her airway!” Carl shouted, pulling his hands away from Anna’s chest. Anna heard some rummaging, before a hand gently turned her head to face the ceiling, tilting it back. She felt fingers trace her jawline, almost caressing it before they applied enough pressure to thrust her chin forward, fully opening her airway.
Something white flashed just out of focus, heading towards her mouth. She felt the plastic guedel airway slide into her mouth until the distal ring came to rest against her lips. The airway had been cut down, Anna and Carl agreeing that actually inserting things into her throat on their first play was probably not the wisest move. That didn’t mean they couldn’t have some form of intense breath play.
Anna watched, barely reigning in her excitement, as the large mask descended towards her face. Carl held it tightly over her mouth and nose, squeezing the bag and forcing air through a length of flexible tubing, into the mask and then into her body via the guedel. The breath filled her chest easily. She hadn’t noticed the two rubber straps when she was carried into the room, but now Carl grabbed the ends from behind her head and used them to secure the mask tightly. Anna took an experimental breath, barely able to draw anything through the valve of the new mask. Carl was now in complete control of her lungs.
As if on cue, he used that control to give her a deep, steady breath from the bag, then gave her a quick round of compressions. Anna could feel the pressure build in the mask as air was pushed from her body by each press on her sternum. Another breath filled her lungs, a moment before the monitor stopped whining. Instead it began a two tone alarm.
“Look’s like she’s in VF.” Carl announced. “Charge the paddles to 200.”
Anna couldn’t see what he was doing with the mask in the way, but she did hear a slight splurting noise. And then the paddles landed on her chest, avoiding the AED pads that were still stuck to her skin. The thick layer of conductive gel leeched heat from her flesh as it squeezed out around the paddles.
“Charged at 200. All clear. Shocking!” He pressed the paddles down hard for a brief moment, releasing the pressure as Anna spasmed with the imagined shock, her jaw clenching slightly on the white airway that was acting as a bite block. The alarm persisted, and Carl’s fingers pressed into her neck. “Still no pulse. Come on Anna, come back to us.” He whispered. Then, louder, “One minute of compressions then let’s hit her again.”
His hands found her sternum again, but he pressed lighter than he had before. Anna figured her chest must be starting to get a bit too bruised for his comfort. She was more concerned with oxygen. Having had no new breath since the defib, and only being able to draw in a small amount from the mask, by the time Carl pressed on her chest for the hundredth time she was getting very lightheaded. Even though her lungs were begging for breath, it felt amazing.
Her lungs were sated with a deep squeeze of the ambu bag, then the paddles were on her chest again, smearing the lingering traces of gel. “Charged to 300, everyone back. Clear!” Another quick dig from the paddles caused Anna to jerk, her feet bouncing on the bed as her legs kicked out.
“Nothing. Charge again. Jump it up to 360 this time.” Carl ordered the empty room. “Push an epi and get back on her chest.” He gave her a short breath to keep her topped up before resuming the gentle compressions, his hands pushing almost sideways, compressing her breast more than her sternum. Anna found that she didn’t mind the drop in realism too much. Despite being mostly inactive the whole time, 30 minutes of being worked on was tiring. Probably because her heart had been thundering along at over 100 bpm for the whole experience.
“Come on Anna, give me something babe.” Carl begged her. “360 charged, everybody clear.” The paddles returned to the thickly gelled points; Anna’s thumb shifted ever so slightly. “Shocking!” Carl shouted, before pressing the paddles into her again.
Anna put all her ecstasy into that last shock, her back arching from the bed, neck craning, toes pointing from in turned feet. Her back slapped against the cpr board as she dropped. She was unable to supress the shuddering that ran through her body. Her thumb twitched. The alarm stopped.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Sinus!” Carl shouted, his fingers plunging into her thigh feeling more than just her flesh. “Good strong pulse.” She could hear the grin in his voice. Her chest heaved slightly, trying to draw breath through the tight valve of the mask. “Looks like she’s making some respiratory effort.” Carl said as he gave her a breath before panic could set in. Her mouth was soon freed from the tight mask and she could take deep, shuddering breaths of her own. She smiled around the airway as she felt the stethoscope dancing across her chest.
She lay there, recovering while Carl took the simulator control from her hand. The monitor went quiet for a moment, then began to beep again, this time her heart was the one on the screen. She let herself relax to that rhythmic noise, allowing Carl to clean her chest of the gel.
He reached for the corner of an AED pad, but she grabbed his wrist. She didn’t want to take them off just yet. He looked into her eyes, then leaned forward and kissed her over the airway. It started out as a kiss, then became a steady lung-filling breath. She felt his teeth on her lips as he gripped the airway between them and gently slid it out of her mouth.
“How was it?” He asked, his voice husky.
Anna stared up at him, her hands running across the AED pads, brushing the ecg electrodes that dotted her chest. “Take me now.” She whispered.
It was all he needed to hear. In seconds his pants were on the floor, his hips straddling hers. The cpr board was still beneath her as two became one, the springs of the bed squeaked softly for a different reason. The monitor started to alarm and was completely ignored. It was unable to tell the difference between something dangerous and something far more pleasurable.
Sorry I’ve been slower updating the last few weeks. Life has been rearing it’s head and leaving me with very little energy. I’ll do my best to keep going with regular updates.
****
Part 1: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/184652041622/first-fantasy-intermission-2-part-1
***
Carl rushed out of the bathroom, giving Anna a few moments to get her breath back and push back the dizziness. She shivered slightly on the floor, partly from her body cooling as the water clinging to her skin evaporated, and partly because she was so excited about what was coming next. She had to consciously keep her hand from drifting. She focused on remaining still, doing her best to portray her role of pulseless drowned young woman.
Carl returned after a few seconds, in his hands a large bag and a smaller plastic case. He placed them on the tiles, a second later his hands were back on her sternum, pumping down and compressing her heart ever so slightly. Her breath huffed out in small involuntary spurts.
“27..28..29..30” He finished the counting chant, a moment later his lips pressed against hers and he inflated her lungs. She couldn’t resist the shiver that ran down her spine and felt his lips twitch into a smile. He pulled away, turning to the plastic case. “Need to get the pads on her.” He said.
She couldn’t see what he was doing, flat on her back, only able to see what was above her. But she knew he was opening the AED, unravelling the pads. Something small was pressed into her hand, the remote for the training device. She was in control.
Anna heard the plastic backing of the combo-pads being peeled off the pad. Her heart fluttered with excitement as she saw it descending towards her chest. Carl pressed it firmly above her right breast, smoothing out the foam as Anna revelled in the feeling of the conductive gel of the pad, cool and slightly sticky against her flesh. The second landed on her ribs beneath her left breast. Anna could feel the ecstasy coursing through her, her eyes closing to enjoy the feeling. Carl turned on the AED, giving her wrist a quick squeeze to indicate she could start using the remote.
“Analysing heart rhythm. Do not touch the patient.” The monotone voice called out. While it did so, Anna heard the zipper of the bag, a hand rifling though the contents. A moment later she felt the plastic mask around her mouth and nose. With a whoosh, air was forced from an ambu-bag, through her airway and into her lungs. Her heart thrilled. It wasn’t the same sexy as the air from Carl’s own lungs, but the cool slightly clinical tasting air ticked one of Anna’s boxes. Most of her own fantasies had revolved around a hospital setting.
Her chest fell, air flowing from her lungs as the mask was removed. The AED chimed in. “Shock advised, charging.” The bathroom was filled with a rising tone. Anna was filled with anticipation. Another breath was forced into her lungs as the AED ‘charged’, the tension building throughout Anna’s body. “Do not the touch the patient. Press the flashing button to shock.”
Carl said one word. “Clear.”
Anna released all the pent-up anticipation, her back arching in pleasure as she imagined the jolt of electricity passing through her chest, through her heart. She dropped back to the tiles, her back impacting the floor with a thud that was barely reduced by the beach towel.
“Shock delivered.” The AED said, waiting for her instruction, while Carl pressed his fingers into her thigh, on her femoral pulse point. Anna almost wanted to break the roleplay there. Instead her thumb moved by memory and pressed a button on the remote. “Resume CPR.”
The AED began to beep out the rhythm while Carl’s hands settled in between her breasts and started the half-compressions again. Anna desperately wanted to draw a deep breath, to recover from that one intense moment of the imagined shock. But she was determined to play the role and it would have been difficult to breath anyway with the compressions forcing air out of her lungs.
Anna was thankful when Carl counted out the last few compressions. “98..99..100.” He grabbed the purple ambu-bag and forced a full, wonderful breath into her lungs. A second followed it as soon as her chest fell. The ambu-bag was dropped next to her head, rolling slightly to rest against her cheek. Carl’s compressions resumed, Anna feeling much more comfortable with a lungful of air to support her. She let herself relax into the motion of her chest dipping and her abdomen bulging. In her mind her heart was fluttering in her chest, her little pump fibrillating gently. Carl’s hands were pushing deeper, squeezing the organ and forcing blood through her body.
The AED chimed in that it was analysing. While it did so, Carl gently pulled open her eyes, flashing a light across them. He shook his head. “Sluggish.” He muttered. “Come on Anna, come back to me.” The AED proclaimed that another shock was required. It made the charging whine again.
“Pressed the flashing button to shock.”
“All clear. Shocking!” Carl shouted, his finger stabbing the button.
Anna jerked, not the arching back of her first ecstatic shock, but a more subdued, more realistic little spasm. She let her head drop to one side, pushing the ambu-bag with her nose. She pressed a button on the remote and made a sign with her other hand. Her imaginary self had become asystolic, her heart completely still.
“No shockable rhythm. Resume CPR”
“No, no, no. Need to get some epi in.” Carl muttered. He grabbed her arm, a moment later her was taping an IV catheter to the back of her wrist. She watched, eyes still hanging half open, as he pressed the plunger on the syringe. He dropped her hand, she let it fall limply. After a quick breath from the ambu-bag, he started compressions again.
They were starting to hurt, the relentless battering had already formed a small bruise between her breast. And yet, they felt so good. Carl’s warm, firm hands, pressing into her chest. His fingers brushing the side of her breast. The way he stared so intently at her, his compressions never slowing. She didn’t want it to end, keeping her hand as steady as a flatline.
“Still isn’t working.” Carl sighed. “Need to try something different.” Anna heard some shuffling beyond her field of view, then Carl’s arms slipped underneath her shoulders and knees. He lifted her limp body easily, the equipment bag slung over his shoulder. He quickly carried her from the bathroom. Anna’s head stretched back, giving her a view of the bathroom, then the living room where the blinds had been drawn, then finally the bedroom.
Carl carried her round the room, she saw the monitor still on the beside table, the blue plastic of the cpr board laid on the bed and a scattering of other equipment. He lowered her onto it, her head tilting back thanks to the board that pushed her chest up, her body bowing slightly over the blue block. She remained limp, letting him manipulate her body into the perfect position. A different ambu-bag was waiting, this one blue, and he gave her a breath before her went into compressions. He pushed down harder this time, putting a real amount of force into his compressions. If the bed hadn’t been as yielding, her heart would be getting crushed against her spine.
Anna took the compressions like a pulseless patient would. The board helped to force her stretched abdomen to bulge even more than before. She could feel everything displacing slightly, her arousal surging each time her chest was pumped. She didn’t know how much longer she could deny the desperate needto be taken.
She lost herself again for a few moments, descending into her fantasy. She was on the trauma table, nurses all around, everyone desperately trying to bring her back, to get her heart to beat. Hands drifting about touching her body in all sorts of places, attaching electrodes, establishing IV’s. Air being forced into her chest, while hands crush it down. The monitor squealing beside her head. No, that part is real.
Anna returned to the present, Carl was standing over her, pressing her against the cpr board. The monitor beside her was showing a barely wavering flatline, screaming a loud monotone alarm. A corner of the screen flashed with red, highlighting the three letters ‘ASY’.
Carl had started to speak, as if he was handing over a patient. “…26. Drowned in the bath. Unknown if it was drugs, exhaustion or pre-existing condition. She’s been down for 20 minutes, asystolic for 5. 2 shocks and 2 rounds of epi administered.” His stethoscope danced about her chest, the head cold enough to make her supress a shiver. It might not have been the head of the steth. “Let’s give another epi, then continue compressions.”
***
Barista’s Bad Heart: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/183863814312/baristas-bad-heart-collected-links
Intermission 1: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/183900250412/the-doctor-and-his-patient-nurse-intermission-1
Dead Drop: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/184651985732/dead-drop-collected-links
Anna settled into the bath tub, the comforting warmth encasing her naked body. Her breath shuddered as her whole body instantly relaxed. All her worries melted away as she let her limbs float, her muscles totally limp. She stayed like that for a whole minute, floating in the large tub, letting the stresses of the day leave her.
They’d arrived back at Carl’s apartment 20 minutes ago. He’d made sure she still wanted to do this, then began to fill the tub. As it filled, they had discussed and decided on small hand signals to communicate without fully breaking character. Lying there in the lovely water, Anna went through the signals in her head, starting to feel excited. Her sense of shame hadn’t completely disappeared, but it was now small enough that she could ignore it.
They’d agreed on 10 minutes to get cleaned up after the long day shift, so Anna proceeded to scrub away the sweat and grime, being thorough. Very thorough. Clean enough for surgery she thought, grinning in amusement. A knock at the door startled her. It had already been 10 minutes. She grabbed the glass of clean water from the side, taking a big sip and holding it in her mouth. She took a deep breath through her nose, then let herself slip completely under the water.
The water muffled all other noise, leaving her alone with the sound of her heart beating in her ears. It was time. Time for her fantasy to play out. The thumping grew louder and faster. She could feel her heart pounding, knew it was visibly shaking her chest, and wondered if it was strong enough to create waves in the water of the tub.
Through the water she heard a voice shouting, then a loud splash as a hand broke through the surface. It grabbed her hand and she gave a quick squeeze. A final confirmation that she was ready. And that she hadn’t actually drowned. Anna became completely, blissfully limp.
She felt the hand slide underneath her, across her back, then lift her up. She let her head fall back as she emerged from the water, hair clinging to her face. “Anna!” Carl shouted again; his voice realistically fearful. “Please, say something!” He begged, brushing Anna’s hair back with his free hand. The motion cracked open her eyes slightly, she could see Carl, his chest bare. He leaned in close, his ear hovering over her mouth while his free hand pressed into her neck. She knew he felt the rapid, excited pulse thrumming beneath those fingertips, but he had a different response. “No, no, no. Stay with me Anna, just stay with me!”
Carl’s other arm looped under her knees, then he lifted her from the bath tub. He didn’t even have to strain himself, his toned muscular arms easily holding her aloft. He cradled her, shifting her slightly so that her head fell against his shoulder, rather than straining her neck. Carefully, he turned around, then sank to his knees. He lowered her gently onto the large beach towel that had been spread out on the floor of the bathroom, supporting her head as he laid her out flat on the towel. Her feet were just beyond the end of the towel, her heels touching the cool tile.
Carl leaned her head back in a caressing motion then opened her mouth, still filled with water, with his other hand. He seemed to get the idea, as he proceeded to pinch her nose and lowered his mouth over her own. She could feel the whiskers of his neat beard as he made the seal around her lips. His exhale was weak, just enough to inflate her cheeks slightly without forcing the water into her lungs.
“Shit.” He whispered. “Her lungs must be full.”
He moved out of the small field of view she had with her cracked eyes, then she felt his knees on either side of her thighs, straddling her. His warm hands came down on her abdomen, just above her belly button. He pressed gently, in and up. Anna could feel the pressure, but it was weak. She kept the water in her mouth. He pushed again, slightly harder. I still wasn’t enough for Anna. His third thrust was much better. She felt the way her diaphragm was forced upwards, felt her lungs compress and expel some air. She let some of the water trickle from the side of her mouth, dribbling down her cheek.
Carl reached up, his hand cradling her chin as he turned her head to one side. His thumb brushed away the trail of water from her cheek. A second later his hands thrust into her belly again. Anna allowed the air in her lungs to burst out through her mouth, taking most of the water with it. She forced it to flow through her teeth, foaming it slightly as it gushed out between her lips.
He pushed his hands into her three more times, each one forcing a ‘huh’ of air from her lungs and the last few drops of water from her mouth. The touch of his knees disappeared, his shadow moving across the wall. His gentle, caring hands turned her head back towards the ceiling. She could see the excited blush on his face through her half-lidded eyes as he opened her airway again. She softly exhaled as much as she could, emptying her lungs. Carl did the opposite, taking a deep breath. His mouth came down over hers, his lips warm, his fingers pinching her nose.
He exhaled forcefully but steadily, no half measures with this action.
Anna felt a thrill like she had never felt before. That warm breath filled her cheeks, then passed down her throat. It almost caught, her body reacting involuntarily, but Carl had given enough power to the breath that it forced its way through. Her lungs expanded, filling with Carl’s breath, her chest rising. Anna fought to supress the shiver of pure delight, closing her eyes. And then it was over. Carl’s lips left her own, the air eking back out as Anna’s chest fell. Carl’s fingers remained on her nose, but his other hand left her chin, instead finding its way to the valley between her breasts.
She heard him take another deep breath, then his lips were over hers once more. He applied a small amount of pressure to her sternum, then forced a second breath into her lungs. His hand rose with her swelling chest until he had given her his lungful of air. It left her quicker this time, Carl’s hand helping to empty her chest of breath.
“Breath for me baby.” He said. Anna cracked her eyes open again. Carl was looking down at her chest, watching it fall. He brought his ear closer to her mouth, his fingers releasing her nose and pressing against the artery in her neck, checking for a pulse. He was motionless for a five second eternity. “Dammit girl!” he muttered, rising to a kneeling position. He dragged her arm out of the way, returning his hands to the centre of her chest with his fingers interlaced. This was it.
He started off gently, pushing sideways more than downwards. After 5 ‘compressions’ he made them harder, but was still basically mashing her breast instead of her sternum. After those 5 he brought his shoulders up higher, pressing down on her sternum, but barely shifting it. She expected he could feel her excited little pump beating through her chest.
Every 5 compressions he increased the force slightly, trying to find the perfect point. When his hands compressed her chest by an inch, and she could feel the way the pressure made her abdomen distend ever so slightly, she decided that was the point. It didn’t hurt, but the were strong enough to push a small spurt of air form her lungs. She flipped her hand over, the signal they had agreed on. Carl maintained that strength of compressions, pressing down at the professional rate, softly counting until he reached 30.
His lips moulded over her own again, giving her a pair of breaths in rapid succession, forcing Anna’s chest to swell higher than before, her lungs packed with his warm, slightly minty, breath. His fingers touched the pulse point in her neck, but he only held them there for a moment before he returned his interlaced fingers to the valley between her breasts.
“1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..10..” He counted louder this time, incrementing each time his hands reached the one-inch depth. Anna let her body react to the compressions, her head rocking gently, her belly bulging, her feet swaying. She let herself fall completely into the moment, loosing herself in the feeling of his strong hands on her chest, then greedily accepting the breath he shared with her. Her heart thrummed with delight as he continued for two cycles, 30 compressions for every 2 breaths he forced into her.
The rigorous resuscitation left her dizzy, the compressions forcing out the air she was given. Air that was second hand and slightly less oxygenated. The effect pushed her heart rate higher. If she’d been attached to a monitor, she was sure it would be alarming right now. 2 more breaths filled her chest.
“Most people without a pulse don’t smile so much.” Carl whispered in her ear playfully. He quickly re-established the act. “This isn’t working. We need to get a defib in here!”
***
Barista’s Bad Heart: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/183863814312/baristas-bad-heart-collected-links
Intermission 1: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/183900250412/the-doctor-and-his-patient-nurse-intermission-1
Dead Drop: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/184651985732/dead-drop-collected-links
stranger things season 4 episode 5
Nice pfk
Vampire diares season 5 episode 11
Sexy girl in cpr
Who is this video?
Metim lerega
Metim lerega nice serie
Cpr in milf
Cpr girl
Resus
Resus
My favourite video
Crashing
Heart attack 8
Deadly interest by lacey 911 biomed
Nice defibs
