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Back arched, heart exposed and vulnerable… It would take so little pressure to penetrate my diaphragm below my ribs. Instead of seeing those spiky beats as I hold my breath, you could see them truly panic and lose rhythm as you wrap strong fingers directly around my pulsing heart.

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The girl was on the floor, unconscious, when I walked into the room. A crop top hides her small breasts from view but she is naked from the waist down. I smile in surprise–someone left me a gift!

TW: dark cardiophilia, non-con

I approach softly, kneeling at the unconscious girl’s side. Her eyes are closed and lips slightly parted, head tilted to one side. Her chest rises and falls gently. I slide the diaphragm of my stethoscope up under the crop top and hear the beat of her heart, steady but a little quick. Her skin is warm, and as I pause there I can feel the pulse of her heart pushing against my steth.

She still seems quite unconscious, and I’m not one to ask too many questions or let a gift go to waste. I continue to listen and feel her heartbeat as my eyes slide down her body. I could touch her now, but I want to savour this moment. I don’t want to take her until I’ve broken her.

She’s breathing fine, but I’d like it better if her breathing were under my control. Leaving my stethoscope where it is, I retrieve an ambubag and secure the mask over her mouth and nose, creating a tight seal. I squeeze the bag, giving her a little air, and watch her chest rise. It falls as I release. She doesn’t stir, but her heart is reactive to the breaths I give her, speeding up as I force air in, slowing down as I let it out.

For a moment I put my hand on her chest, feeling the increasingly palpable thuds of her pump against my palm–her body seems to like this. She’ll like it even better if she were more fully under my control, I think. I slide a syringe and bottle from my bag and deftly slip the needle into her vein. There is no immediately visible effect, but when I stop squeezing the air into her lungs and take the bag away, her breaths stop.

Arousal grows inside me as my eyes fix on her motionless chest. Her heart rate increases as carbon dioxide builds up, as her body begins to realize it can’t take in air on its own. She begins to gasp reflexively. Her mouth opens and closes, her lungs trying to breathe. Her heart is thumping louder and louder in my ears; I can see the pulse in her throat like it’s trying to escape.

I could watch as her heart fails from lack of oxygen but it’s too soon for that. I give her the bag again, a few small squeezes, and remove it to play and watch some more. I put my hand on her chest this time to feel the desperate flexing of muscles as her paralyzed lungs try to breathe. The feeling of her thudding heart pulsing against me is driving me crazy. I want to reach inside her and wrap my hand around it, crush it, feel it spasm and stop.

Instead I let her have a bit more air and then, just for fun, I prop her head up and put a little bottle of my favourite concoction under her nose. It’s a good thing her lungs are still partially paralyzed–if she breathed it in properly, it would stop her heart instantly. As it is, there’s a brief pause while the drug entered her bloodstream through the small vessels in her nose and makes its way to her heart. I listen intently to its rhythm and can detect the exact moment the drug reaches her heart, beginning to spasm wildly.

Her unconscious body begins to shudder desperately and I can’t take it anymore. I straddle her, looking down at her vulnerable chest shaking with the wild beats that wrack her body. I’m going to fuck her as her heart bucks and spasms. I’ll give her just enough air to keep it beating until I’m ready to climax. Then, all bets are off.

My heartbeat as it changes rate based on how much air I’m holding in my lungs. You can hear it speed up as the pressure inside my chest increases, and there’s a PVC at 3:12. It’s also very visible at my neck.

Med student Lindsay’s heart went into sudden arrest during a self-auscultation (in Part 1), but her roommates find her and work to get her heart pumping on its own again. I tried something new with this one and it took me approximately twelve million years to edit. My editing skills aren’t great but I hope you enjoy it!

Your victim lies still at last. She’s been yours for hours, tied in place as you forced her heart into racing, fibrillating, and arresting multiple times. The marks where you crushed her chest under heavy weights are still visible. She is unconscious and her chest no longer rises and falls.

With your fingers on the radial artery at her wrist, you can feel that her heart is still beating, weakly, but it is fading and will soon stop now that she’s in respiratory arrest. How many times will you be able to revive her before that tortured heart fails for good?

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As she was getting ready to go out with friends her heart started to pound and shake in her chest. She began to get dizzy she felt her breathing get heavy and she couldn’t stay awake. Her friend arrived early finding her in a pulseless state she pulls her from the chair and calls 911 immediately. As soon as they arrive compressions and defibs are started and she is intubated. They work on her until they find her pupils are fixed and dilated. They cover her with a towel and call it.