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Money is tight right now. I know it’s tight for everyone, but I’m curious if I opened commissions if anyone would be interested? This is just a temperature check, if people are into it though I’ll set up a pricing sheet. I can do writing or drawing.
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Slime Attack
Little resus story set in Stardew Valley.
Harvey sipped his third cup of coffee for the day and then continued fiddling with his pen. The clinic was slow again. Nothing exciting happened in the valley, which was good most of the time. He had decided long ago that a life of excitement and stress wasn’t for him. He was cut of a different cloth, one perfect for 10am appointments with crotchety old men and yearly checkups on the same twenty villagers.
(Though, on some warm, summer days when Harvey would look to the sky and see planes dipping in and out of the clouds he couldn’t help but wish that that life was for him. How different, how strange, how exciting would it be to be like them. So much more than just a simple, boring small-town doctor.)
Harvey finished his third cup of coffee. He looked up from the front desk and stared at the empty waiting room. He sighed and turned towards the coffee maker for the fourth time today.
The door slammed open. “Harvey! Harvey!” Harvey jumped and dropped his mug. He turned and saw Maru stumbling through the door, a body hanging limply off her shoulder. The Farmer?!
Maru and the Farmer crashed to the ground, Maru on her hands and knees. The Farmer flopped to the tile limp as a bag of grain. Harvey rushed over and rolled her over. Her head was coated in a thick, slightly opaque green liquid. He ran a thumb across her freckled cheek then pinched the substance between his fingers. Slime.
“The mine’s elevator! She was semi-conscious when I found her. On the way here she passed out!” Maru crawled to the girl’s side and brushed slime coated hair from her forehead.
Harvey felt dread sink into the pit of his stomach. He pressed one hand to the farmer’s chest and hovered his cheek over her lips, waiting to feel the rise of her chest, a puff of breath against his cheek. Seconds ticked by. The Farmer was deadly still. Harvey placed two fingers against her neck, then breathed a sigh of relief. “She’s in complete respiratory arrest, but she still has a pulse.” Harvey hauled the girl into his arms, stumbling slightly under her deadweight. “Get the defibrillator and meet me in the exam room!”
Harvey backed into the swinging doors of the exam room and laid the Farmer down onto the table. He opened her mouth and saw that it was completely full of slime. He swiped her mouth with two fingers and flicked globs of the fluid onto the floor. Once her mouth was for the most part cleared, he took a deep breath, pinched her nose, and sealed his lips over hers, not expecting her to get a full breath but testing to see if her airway was clear. He watched her chest from the corner of his eyes as he expelled the breath into her mouth, cheeks puffing out uselessly. Her chest was still.
Harvey straightened back up, spitting traces of slime from his mouth and cringing at the earthy, algae taste. He wiped slime from his mustache and shivered. Her airway was still completely blocked. How much slime did she swallow?
Harvey straddled the Farmer’s thighs and thrust his hands in the middle of her stomach. It felt slightly bloated, firm under his hands. He pressed in and up, watching as her head rolled to the side. A small amount of slime trickled out of her nose. Harvey pressed harder. Her body rocked. More slime fell from her mouth and nose, leaving a small puddle of it on the table. Again, then again, until Harvey was panting from exertion. He swiped her mouth then tried for another rescue breath. Still, her chest refused to rise.
Maru ran into the room, wheeling the defibrillator behind her. She looked at the Farmer, then Harvey, concerned. Harvey shook his head and spoke between abdominal thrusts. “She must have drowned. In one of them. Her lungs are completely. Full of it!” More slime slowly splatted to the table. Harvey tried to force a breath into her throat again. He cursed as he met resistance. “It’s viscous. Hard to force out. Come on girl!”
Time ticked by. Harvey checked the clock. The Farmer was in respiratory arrest for at least three minutes now. The slime dripped from her mouth at a snail's pace. Her tanned skin was taking on an ashy parlor. Maru watched, clearly nervous, but keeping her cool far better than Harvey expected. At the four minute mark, a gurgle, almost coughing sound forced itself out of the Farmer's lips. Harvey quickly cleared her mouth again then attempted another rescue breath. This time, with only slight resistance, the Farmer's chest rose. Harvey smiled, then breathed for the Farmer again. He pulled back, half expecting to see her spring up and start coughing. But she didn't.
Harvey's blood chilled. He pressed two shaking fingers into the pulse point at her neck. At first he thought there was nothing, that she was gone. He laid his head to her chest and held his breath. Silence, then a stumble. A skip. A beat. Her heart was fumbling arrhythmicly, barely clinging on. “She’s arrhythmic!”
Instantly, shears were in his hand. He nodded his thanks to Maru before snipping the straps of the Farmer's overalls and rolling them down to her knees. He cut through her light linen shirt, then the middle of her simple black bra, exposing her chest to the cold air of the clinic. Her chest and stomach were several shades paler than the rest of her body, and freckled. Harvey forced himself to avert his gaze, focus on placing the electrodes on her chest. Adrenaline coursed through his body, reminding him that she was no more than his patient. His dying patient.
Maru pushed the defibrillator paddles into his hand, snapping Harvey back to reality. “Gelled and charged to 200!”
Harvey nodded and pressed them roughly against the Farmer’s bare chest. “Clear!” He pressed the buttons on the paddles, releasing an arc of electricity through the Farmer’s chest. Her body reacted like it was kicked, jumping, recoiling, then crashing to the table. Her breasts rocked with the momentum. Harvey glanced at the screen on the monitor. Her heart pumped normally for five beats before falling back into arrhythmia. “Charge to 250!”
As Maru charged the paddles, Harvey leaned over the Farmer and fed her another rescue breath, forcing it deep down her throat. He placed one hand on the Farmer’s naked ribcage, ensuring that he felt the flex as it filled with his air. He gave her a second, then a third, before the paddles finished charging.
This time Maru pressed the paddles against her ribs, wriggling them slightly to ensure proper placement. Her brow was furrowed, but instead of fear her eyes shone with determination. Harvey couldn’t help but feel proud of his nurse. He forced his shaking hands to still. She had stronger nerves than he did.
“Clear!”
The Farmer lurched in the air, breasts jiggling from the sudden force of the shock. She flopped back to the table, eyes half lidded and unseeing. Harvey checked the monitor. One stumbling beat. Then nothing. Flatline.
Harvey lunged to her body, centering his hand on her sternum between her small, round breasts. Harvey started compressions, shallow at first, then settling into a depth of two inches. “One and two and three and four…” The Farmer’s chest caved beneath his hands, sending ripples down her stomach. Maru moved to the Farmer’s head and tipped it back, placing a laryngoscope between her gaping lips and sliding a tube down her throat. At the count of thirty, Maru clipped an ambu bag to the end of the tube and tested her placement by forcing two breaths down the Farmer’s throat. Harvey watched her chest rise, then nodded. “Good placement. Two breaths every thirty compressions. One, two, three…” He resumed compressions, pistoning the girl’s chest almost robotically. Each pump registered on the monitor, a small green blip that signaled the Farmer’s complete reliance on Harvey.
Harvey felt numb and panicked all at once. He hadn’t performed CPR since medical school. Accidents like this don’t happen in the valley. Nothing exciting ever happens in the valley. Harvey watched the way the Farmer’s body reacted to his compressions. He looked at her messy hair, her half lidded eyes. Nothing exciting happened in the valley until she showed up.
Her smile, her gifts, her bag stuffed full of foraged berries and crystals and fish.
Harvey hit thirty then checked her pulse, this time through her femoral artery on her surprisingly soft thigh. As he did, and as Maru administered two more breaths, Harvey remembered the last time he took the Farmer’s pulse at her first annual checkup in Stardew Valley. How quick it was, her flushed cheeks. He never imagined they would end up like this, him feeling for her pulse only to be met with clammy stillness. Harvey cursed and dove onto her chest with renewed vigor, pounding even deeper than he had prior. Her body swayed to the rhythm of it, feet rocking, head swaying. “Come on! Come back to us!”
“Harvey!”
Harvey stopped and checked the monitor. It wasn’t a full, sinus rhythm like he was hoping for, but the monitor registered a skipping arrhythmia as her heart trembled and struggled in her chest. Harvey breathily laughed, despite himself. “Yes! Charging the paddles for 300!”
Maru flooded the Farmer’s bruised and beaten chest with oxygen, keeping a consistent, fast rhythm as she pumped the ambu bag. Harvey picked up the paddles and pressed them into the Farmer’s chest. “Clear!”
Her chest lurched into the air, breasts twitching. She crashed back onto the table, her whole body rolled from the force. Her head swayed, but Maru held it still and flooded her lungs again. Harvey rubbed the Farmer’s chest with one hand and checked the monitor.
Her heart held a sinus rhythm for seven seconds before falling back into irregular, inefficient beats. Harvey took a deep breath and checked the clock. At least 11 minutes since the Farmer’s heart held a regular rhythm, and she was in complete respiratory arrest for at least 14. Harvey turned the dial on the defibrillator as far to the right as it could go. “360! Charging!”
As the defibrillator charged, Harvey squeezed the Farmer’s hand then stroked her slick cheek. “Come on, girl! I need you to come back to me!”
The paddles beeped, indicating they were charged. Harvey pressed them firm against the Farmer’s chest, using the excess of gel to slide them into place. He glanced at the Farmer’s face, her pale cheeks, her blue lips. He prayed to Yoba, to anything that would listen that this would work. “Clear!”
The Farmer jerked up, back arching, and fell heavy back to the bed. The monitor showed a regular rhythm, but Harvey still held his breath and Maru continued to breathe for the Farmer. The room was tense, both waiting for the Farmer to fall back into fibrillation.
She groaned, then her eyes fluttered open. Maru laughed, shoulders finally untensing. Harvey placed his hand to the Farmer’s cheek. “You’re ok! You’re ok…”
The Farmer reached for the tube in her mouth, but Harvey caught her hand. “Not yet! Not yet. Just relax, when you’re more stable we can consider it.” He wanted to cheer. He wanted to cry. He wanted to sleep for a week, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to. Not after today.
When he looked down, he saw the Farmer studying his face. She moved her hand to her waist, then her hip. Patting her body down until she found her pocket. The Farmer grabbed something, a small bottle, and placed it in Harvey’s hand. Harvey grabbed it, then held it up to his face. “Truffle Oil?” He stared, first at the bottle, then the Farmer. He laughed, unable to contain it. “Thanks! This will be fantastic drizzled on pasta.”
Blood Pumping Activities
“I love you, Val, I really do, but you are so bad at staying in character.”
Val burst into giggles and peeked at Sergio through her eyelashes. “I’m sorry. I’m trying, you know?”
Sergio leaned down and kissed his girlfriend’s neck, enjoying her little gasp. He peppered her collarbone, her sternum. He slipped his fingers into the cup of her front-clasping bra, playing with her nipple. Valerie squirmed beneath him, moaning. “This is the problem, babe.” Sergio continued down, lips delicately brushing her pale, white stomach, then her lower abdomen. His teeth traced her sensitive skin lightly, before sinking into her thigh. Val whined. “You’re just too sensitive.”
“Just get inside me already!” Val begged. This foreplay had been going on for nearly an hour, Val could barely stand it.
Sergio considered his options for a moment. He smiled. “I’m sorry, babe. I have performance anxiety. I can’t do it with a conscious girl.”
Val groaned and closed her eyes again. She took a moment to collect herself before falling back into character, almost. Her eyes were a little too tightly shut, and he could tell she was biting the inside of her cheek. Sergio pretended like he was finding her again.
“Babe? Babe!” He lightly tapped her face, ignoring the smirk at the corner of her lips. “Babe? Wake up!”
Sergio pressed two fingers to Val’s throat and pretended like her rapid heartbeat was nonexistent. As he waited, pretending to count the seconds she was pulseless, Segio used his other hand to fondle Val’s breast. He knew this would break her, and he watched amused as she bit her lip to keep from moaning.
“Shit!” Sergio pinched Val’s nose closed and sealed his lips over hers. His tongue played with her lip as he did so, and Val melted into it. He forced a breath down her throat, meeting slight resistance before she let go and accepted his air. “Come on Val!”
Sergio swung up onto the bed and straddled her hips as he lightly compressed her chest, only at the depth of an inch. He didn’t want to actually hurt her. Val’s breasts jiggled against his hands, and Sergio felt his dick throb. Val’s breaths came quick, in time with his compressions. Her eyes fluttered as this happened, every now and then peeking at Sergio between long lashes. He brushed a few stray, red hairs from her lips and delivered another rescue breath.
This is when, in most of their scenarios, Sergio would start to act turned on by her unresponsiveness. The part that Val was the most into. Sergio followed the script, continuing to compress her chest one handed and fondling her breast in the other. He took one freckled breast out of the cup of her bra and rested his head against it. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, and Sergio played with her bare nipple.
Sergio liplocked Val again, this time his tongue snaked further down into her mouth. Val moaned, but then caught herself and fell quiet again. Sergio bit her bottom lip as he pulled away. “Val, please.”
Sergio’s dick throbbed. He continued to compress her chest, grinding his dick against her lower abdomen as he did so. Val rocked her hips slightly. When Sergio slipped two fingers into her black underwear, he was pleased to find her nice and wet. “God, Val. I can’t do this…”
Sergio delivered sloppy, one handed compressions, the other hand slipped Val’s underwear down her thighs. Sergio gave her another breath, ignoring the slight excited pant of his girlfriend, before he kissed the corner of her lips, then the edge of her jaw. “I shouldn’t be doing this, not while you’re unconscious. Not while you’re not breathing.”
Sergio slipped his throbbing cock into Val’s pussy, moaning at her warmth and slickness. He pumped into her while he compressed her chest, loving the way her breasts shook from the two opposing forces. Val whined and bit her lip. Sergio made sure to go slow, he didn’t want her to finish yet. He wanted this to be long, painful.
When he felt Val tense beneath him, he pulled out and focused on chest compressions. Valerie groaned and panted. “I said I shouldn’t do this while you’re not breathing.” With one big hand, Sergio covered Val’s mouth and nose. She peeked at him through her left eye, but didn’t resist. He continued one handed compressions. Once he hit thirty he groaned again and inserted himself into her vagina. He thrusted into her, one hand covering her mouth, the other squeezed her breasts. He checked the clock. Val had been without air for 47 seconds now.
Sergio leaned back over her, pinching her nose closed and sealing his lips over hers. This time she eagerly accepted his breath, letting him fill her lungs twice as he pounded deep into her vagina. Once he was done, he moved his hand to her throat and choked her. The only breaths she would get would come from him.
With his other hand, he compressed her chest. He would spontaneously squeeze and fondle her breasts before jumping back into one handed compressions. He knew how much Valerie was enjoying this. He could feel her pulse pound in her throat, faster and faster as he fucked her. Every now and then he’d slip out of her and watch as she squirmed in frustration. The oxygen deprivation was making her a worse actress, but the control he had over her was worth it. Valerie’s face was flushed, and Sergio was unsure if it was from the blood-pumping activities or the lack of oxygen.
He gave her two more breaths then straddled her with renewed vigor. Those would be the last breaths he would give her. He was going to fuck her, really fuck her, and only after they both came would she be allowed to breathe again.
Sergio rode her harder, deeper. He upped his pace, not too fast, but definitely not restrained either. Val's cheeks were red, her eyes rolled into her head, her mouth agape in pleasure. Her chest caved under his hand, his compressions were getting sloppy. Half the time he just fondled her breasts, the other half he went a little deeper than he should on a conscious person. The way her body reacted sent waves of ecstasy down his spine. His dick throbbed inside her. He felt her tighten around it. She made a choked gasping sound as the walls of her pussy throbbed and contracted around his dick. Sergio couldn't take it any more. He erupted inside her, legs shaking from the pleasure.
He collapsed onto the bed next to Valerie, hand leaving her throat. She gasped and choked, eyes rolled into her head still. Sergio smiled. "Yeah, I'm with you there." She didn't look at him, her eyes still planted on the ceiling. She was panting, right hand pressed under her left breast. Sweaty and bruised and oddly pale. "Val? You ok, babe?"
Sergio rolled to face her, his hand moving to her arm. She was covered in goosebumps. She never looked at him, her eyes remained perpetually unfocused. Her lips were almost purple. "Val?!"
Sergio pressed his fingers to her throat, his head to her left breast. Her breaths were coming choppy and almost agonal. Her pulse was erratic, quick, skipping beats.
"Shit!" Sergio sprung off the bed, run to his closet. They usually didn't set it up, it was too much work and hard to fuck around, so it sat gathering dust in the back of their closet. He dug through the piles of laundry on the floor, cursing himself for not cleaning more regularly. Finally his fingers brushed against the orange plastic case. Sergio pulled the AED out from the back of the closet and ran back to the bed.
Valerie was quiet and still. Sergio didn't even know if she was breathing. He unclasped the front of her bra and slapped two pads on her chest, one above her left breast the other on the side of her ribcage. He grasped Val's pale, freckled thigh in his left hand as the machine analyzed her pulse. "Come on, Val!"
"Shock advised. Charging…"
Sergio's stomach dropped. How had this happened? She was fine a few minutes ago, more than fine. And now she was lying here, orange hair still tangled from sex, and in complete respiratory arrest.
"Push the shock button."
Sergio slammed the button down. Val's chest lurched in the air, her breasts wobbling at the electricity. She crashed back to the bed, eyes still glassy and far away. "Please, Val! Don't do this!"
"Shock not advised. Resume CPR."
Sergio lurched down, ear pressing into her left breast. His heart dropped when he realized her heart was completely silent. Pulseless.
Sergio straddled her hips and pumped her chest with renewed vigor, his hands crashing down between her breasts. As he pummled her chest, Val’s head swayed back and forth, and little puffs of air escaped her lips. They were blue now, she had spent nearly 10 minutes without a steady supply of oxygen, thanks to his stupid horny mistake. He leaned down and breathed twice for her. Val’s lips were slack and cold, so strange and starkly different from her usual warm, inviting kisses. Her chest rose and fell and remained still. He cursed and resumed chest compressions.
“I’m sorry Val, I’m so so sorry.” Sergio couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth. He blinked, trying to clear his eyes of the tears pooling in them. “Please baby, just breathe for me!”
It was so different from the scene before, so much more violent. He caved her chest deeper, far deeper than he’d ever considered during their play. Her breasts jiggled and bounced against his hand, fingers digging deep into her left breast as they splayed across her petite ribcage. He’d dreamed of this moment since he met Val, since they started enacting his fantasies. It was just as beautiful and terrible as he’d imagined. He groaned at his unexpected and unwelcome arousal at the sight of his girlfriend in such a submissive state. Completely under his control, completely reliant on him.
Sergio breathed twice into her, and her pliant, mottled chest rose easily from his breath. During the second rescue breath, he couldn’t help but fondle Valerie’s chest, playing only momentarily with her hardened purple nipple.
He centered his hands again, trying to focus on maintaining and even rhythm on Valerie’s chest. Val was staring up, eyes glassy and dull. It should not be as arousing as it was. “Come back to me, baby!”
“Analyzing rhythm. Do not touch the patient.”
Sergio sprang back, eyes glued to the monitor. He watched a faint, fleeting pulse wobble on the screen. He held his breath. “Shock advised. Charging…”
“Yes! That’s it, Val. Come back to me.” Sergio gripped her left hand, running a thumb over her knuckles. She looked so small, so fragile on the bed. Her skin was pale, her lips and cheeks blue. Bruises traced her sternum and throat. Sergio knew if Val made it out of this, she’d snap at him for weeks about how hard these bruises were to hide.
“Push the shock button.”
Sergio pressed the orange button and watched Val’s body react, her muscles tensing and trembling, her chest lurching into the air. When she slammed back to the bed, the machine beeped. “Shock advised. Charging…”
Sergio cursed and locked his lips over hers, placing one hand onto her naked chest to feel it rise. He pulled away, planted a kiss in the corner of her lips, and then delivered another rescue breath deep into her chest.
“Push the shock button.”
Valerie jumped under the electrical pulse, and Sergio’s dick throbbed. It was wrong, being so horny for his unresponsive girlfriend that be could be aroused by attempts at resuscitation. But Sergio couldn’t help the way his body reacted. The way her breasts and stomach and thighs reacted to the compressions and shocks was so intensely erotic.
“Resume two cycles of CPR.”
Sergio crashed his fists into his girlfriend’s chest. “Please, baby. Come back to me.” He was so aroused he could barely focus enough to count the compressions. He was solely focused on the swaying of Valerie’s breasts, the way her stomach pumped from the force. He pressed deeper, deeper than he probably should. But his frantic, horny mind wouldn’t let him go lighter.
Val spasmed suddenly, her eyes rolling up into her head. Sergio wasn’t quite sure if she made a gurgle or a moan. The monitor flashed wildly, the line going erratic at the frantic, skipping, flailing beats of Val’s heart.
“Analyzing Rhythm.”
“That’s it, baby. Come back.” Sergio gripped her cheeks and forced a breath down her throat, meeting only mild resistance. He pressed his ear to her chest and heard the stuttering beats of her feeble heart. “Shock advised. Charging… Push the shock button.”
Valerie spasmed violently as the current rolled through her. Her chest lurched, her toes curled. She crashed to the bed and made a gasp-moaning sound. Sergio checked the monitor, but it still read that she was in VFib.
“Shock advised. Charging…”
Sergio was suddenly furious. Pissed at himself for not being more careful, for endangering his girlfriend in such a lethal way. Pissed at his girlfriend’s stupid, rebellious heart that wasn’t beating when it was told to. Sergio pounced on his girlfriend, pumping her chest with intense, dangerous compressions. Her ribs flexed and caved under his strong arms. Sergio really pushed deep, at least three inches. He spat, through gritted teeth. “Come on, Valerie! I need you to come back!”
“Push the shock button.”
Sergio slammed into the button, and Valerie jumped from the bed. Her back in a tight arch, the edge of her ribcage thrusting into the air. She slammed back into the bed, breasts jiggling from the jump.
She gasped suddenly, erratically. The monitor showed a strong, fast sinus rhythm. Sergio quickly descended onto Valerie’s mouth, helping her regulate her breathing as she came to. As soon as she recognized her surroundings, she sloppily kissed Sergio’s lips halfway through a rescue breath.
Sergio pressed his hand against her chest, feeling the strong throb of her pulse. He sighed, relieved and elated. Valerie placed her cold hand over his. She looked at Sergio, and only mustered the strength to say one word. “Amazing.”
Pulse GRRRLs
I really wanted to base something off of punk chicks because they’re so hot. So, enjoy this.
Ramona was in ecstasy. She didn’t care that the venue was small, or that the booze was bad, or that the pit was getting wild. The band on stage was putting their fucking all into it, the best show she’d seen in years. She could feel it in her bones, in the thumping of her heart. The Pussywhiskers were insane, the best riot grrrl band she had ever seen. And the band members- holy shit.
Vesper was the drummer, muscular, with short, spiked black red hair. She wore cargo pants and an oversized bleach stained band tee. Pixie played the bass. Her long black hair was tied up in two messy ponytails, and she wore a short pink babydoll dress with black torn tights and dark makeup. Finally, the hottest of all, was the lead singer and guitarist Echo. She was tall, with messy, loose bleach blonde hair, frizzy and teased. She only wore a bra, a tight black lace thing, and a short plaid skirt. Fishnets covered her long legs. Ramona was mesmerized by her lips, plush and smothered in dark red lipstick. She wondered how they would feel on hers.
Ramona pushed her curly, chin length orange hair behind her ear, glad she dressed up for this. She would try and catch her after the show. She wouldn’t mind being called a groupie if it meant sleeping with her.
The song finished. The crowd cheered as Echo screeched the final note. Ramona knew they’d be leaving soon, so did the rest of the crowd. Several people by the front of the stage left, pushing through the pit. Ramona snagged the opportunity and snagged a spot just in front of the stage. She popped a bubble in her gum, eagerly awaiting the next song.
“Alright! Our next song will be the final one tonight. Don’t be sad it’s over, whores- be sad because it happened.” Echo teased. The dwindling crowd cheered. Echo waited a moment, the silent calm before the storm. Ramona swore she winked at her. Then she screamed. “One! Two! Three! Four!”
The music thundered through the venue. Ramona banged her head to the music, the crowd behind her starting to mosh and thrash. She cheered, holding her gum safe in her cheek, and let herself be thrown, like liquid, in the crowd. She was small, and she had learned long ago that there was no resisting the pit.
Echo put her all into the song, screaming and jumping and playing her guitar. Vesper and Pixie did the same, an excellent backup for an excellent singer. How was this band still so underground? Ramona wondered.
Everything was so perfect, so wonderful. And yet it all went wrong so quickly. A big guy, two hundred something pounds, bumped into Ramona, knocking her off her balance and turning her side towards the crowd. Another guy, without realizing, slammed his elbow into her stomach. Ramona gasped. The gum in her cheek was sucked in, lodging into her throat.
With a shock, Ramona realized she couldn’t breathe. She tried to swallow, but it only worked its way down further. She panicked. Ramona tried to desperately suck in air, but nothing came down her throat. Her chest heaved, lungs hopelessly trying to expand, contract, breathe in or out. Anything. It started to burn.
Ramona brought her hands up, one on her throat, the other on her thudding chest. Another person in the crowd smacked into her, and another. Ramona, dizzy and terrified, could do nothing but be thrown about, gum lodged firmly in her esophagus. She was going to die, she realized.
“Hey, wait. Stop the music.” A voice, Echo’s voice said above her. The crowd stopped shoving. Ramona looked up desperately, meeting Echo’s pretty gray eyes. “Are you ok?”
Ramona shook her head rapidly, desperately. She brought both hands up to her throat, emphasizing the motion. Echo cursed. “Shit. Are you choking?”
Ramona nodded.
“You can’t breathe?”
Ramona nodded.
“Fuck!”
Hands were on her. Ramona was being lifted, pulled on top of the stage. The crowd gasped. Echo beat her on the back, hard. Hard enough to leave bruises. Five times. Then she shifted her hands under her arms, around her stomach. Her black silk slip dress rode up her thighs. Then, Echo pulled in. Hard. Pressure built in her chest. “Come on, girl. Breathe!”
The stage lights made Ramona dizzy, and hot. She swayed on her feet, rocking with the taller woman’s thrusts. Her mind grew foggy. How much time had passed? How many minutes since she had air?
Behind her, Pixie yelled into a mic. “Someone call an ambulance!” Half of the crowd rushed out then, scared at the thought of cops potentially crashing the venue. Ramona barely noticed. She felt like she was floating, underwater. Her vision was spotty.
“Stay with me!” Echo ordered. But Ramona was already gone. She went limp in Echo’s arms, head lolling forward. The last thing she saw was a few locks of her bright orange hair and her beaten up combat boots.
“No! No! Fuck!”
Echo cursed as the short, orange haired girl fell limp in her arms. She thrust in a few more times, but it was futile. She couldn’t both carry Ramona’s dead weight and apply enough pressure to continue the heimlich.
Echo had noticed the girl earlier in the night, taking note of how hot she looked. Black slip dress, fishnets, and beat up old boots? The girl fit her type down to the letter. Vesper had even teased her about it.
She set the girl down on stage, laying her flat and assessing the situation. She placed her cheek above her mouth, waiting for the brush of a breath against her face. But there was none. She brushed drool away from Ramona’s mouth, taking a deep breath placing her dark red lips against Ramona’s. She tried to force a breath down her throat, watching intently for her chest to rise. But there was no movement.
“Here, let me.” Vesper straddled Ramona’s thighs, centering her fists in the middle of her stomach. She thrust in. Ramona’s head fell aside, her chest being forced up. Her slip rode up, revealing a lacey black garter belt and a hint of her red underwear. Vesper thrust a little harder. Again. And again. Each time her chest rose, but nothing fell from her mouth.
Echo checked her airway, sweeping two fingers with black nail polish down Ramona’s throat. She felt the tip of something against her fingers, but she couldn’t get it out. “Can’t get it, keep going.” Vesper nodded and thrust again.
Several thrusts later, Echo checked for the obstruction again. This time, she was able to sweep her fingers behind it. A glob of pink bubblegum came loose into her hand. Echo tossed it aside. She pinched Ramona’s nose and tried to force a breath down into her chest again, relieved when she saw her breasts rise against her slip. When she backed away, her chest fell again. It remained still.
With a pit in her gut, Echo checked the pulse point on her neck. She waited thirty seconds, but she felt no thrumming pulse against her fingers. “She has no heartbeat!”
Echo sprung into action, leaping onto her hips and placing her hands, one on top of the other, on Ramona’s fragile chest. She rapidly thrust down, frantic. “One, two, three, four, five, six…” As she pushed down, Ramona’s head lolled, rhythmically, to her compressions. Her breasts rocked against her slip, bouncing to the rhythm.
At thirty, she fed the girl another breath. Her chest rose against Echo’s. She waited for her chest to fall before giving her another. When she looked up, Vesper was by Ramona’s side, one hand on the girl’s small wrist. Vesper shook her head. Echo cursed and continued compressions.
At the end of the fourth round, Echo was woken from her stupor by Pixie’s voice. “Hey!” Echo looked up, mid compressions. Pixie was climbing on stage, clutching an orange box in her hands. “I found an AED in the hall.”
Echo nodded, still counting as she continued pounding a relentless assault into the girl’s chest. Once she hit thirty, she swung off to give her two rescue breaths. At the same time, Pixie opened the kit and used the shears to snip through Ramona’s slip, revealing a red, lace bralette. She cut through that as well, leaving Ramona naked, save for her underwear and fishnets. Echo watched Ramona’s milk white breasts rise as she forced her second breath into her idle lungs. Then, she placed her hands on the bruise forming on Ramona’s sternum and resumed pumping her chest.
As she pushed, Ramona’s breasts jiggled, brushing against her hands. Echo continued to pump relentlessly, forcing the girl’s idle, lazy heart to beat. Ramona’s ribs creaked, bowing under the force, but Echo didn’t focus on that. Her sole focus was forcing the girl’s heart to pump.
Pixie worked around Echo, slapping the sticky pad of the AED onto Ramona’s side, then the other under her collarbone. She placed the other electrodes on the girl’s slender chest, then turned her attention to the LED screen of the AED, watching the little green line bounce.
At thirty, Echo gave her another rescue breath. But this time, her attention was on the AED. She watched as the green line bumped then squiggled. Did that mean-?
“Shock advised. Charging…”
Echo pulled back from Ramona’s blueing lips and slid a few inches back. She refused to let herself feel hope, not yet. “Shock charged. Push the shock button-”
Pixie slammed down on the button. All eyes were on Ramona as her back arched with electricity. She hung in the air for a moment, before crashing back down onto the stage. Her breasts rocked. “Shock not advised. Resume CPR.”
The LED read a flatline again. Echo cursed and moved to go deliver more compressions, but Vesper stopped her. “Let me. You’re looking tired. Just give her breaths.” Echo nodded and watched as Vesper continued the relentless assault on Ramona’s bare chest.
The muscles in Vesper’s arms flexed as she pumped Ramona’s chest. There was a spot on her sternum now, a bruised purpling splotch where her chest was being repeatedly caved in. Echo was struck by how violent the action was. Ramona’s body shook from the force of compressions, breasts shuddering and bouncing. Her shoulders caved in, recoiling as her chest sank. Her stomach shook, pumping upward to the beat of the compressions. “28, 29, 30. Breathe for her.”
Echo pinched Ramona’s nose and tilted her chin up. Her lips were bluing now, getting colder from a lack of circulation. Echo’s own lips were smudged with her dark lipstick from giving the girl many liplocked rescue breaths. She took a deep breath, then forced it down Ramona’s throat. It bulged under the air pressure. Her bare breasts rose as she accepted the breath, goosebumps marring her pale skin. Echo fed her another breath. The smaller girl’s chest gave easily now, almost like she was more pliant. As she pulled back, a trail of saliva connected their lips. Pixie and Echo both checked for a pulse. Echo’s fingers traced her slender neck, while Pixie checked the pulse point on her fishnetted inner thigh. Echo’s heart sank as Pixie confirmed her fears.
“Still no heartbeat.”
Vesper robotically continued compressions, strong arms beating her rebellious, still heart into submission. She pumped even harder out of desperation, fists sinking deep into the girl’s supple chest. While she worked, Echo held the girl’s slender wrist. She could barely feel a little irregular thrumming as Vesper worked, soft, irregular beats that weren’t nearly as efficient as Ramona’s ailing body needed. The LED screen of the AED registered the same thing, little squiggles signaling the desperation with which the band were fighting for the girl’s life. When Vesper hit thirty, the screen didn’t read as a flatline. Instead, it was an erratic
“Shock advised. Charging…”
The band dared not cheer. Echo quickly flooded Ramona’s lungs with another breath while the machine was charging. She rested one hand on the smaller girl’s chest, feeling it rise with the breath. She imagined the little orange haired girl’s heart, fumbling, stuttering. She knew that it had to start beating. It had to.
“Shock charged. Push the shock button.”
Ramona’s body jumped from the ground, chest straining, stomach forming a tight slope as she hung in the air. She fell back to the stage with a slap.
“Shock advised. Charging.”
“Come on, girl.” Echo said, then she fed her another breath. Her entire body had taken on a blue tinge now. Echo knew that if they didn’t save her soon, the girl would officially be dead.
“Shock charged. Push the shock button-”
Pixie pressed the button a little more forcefully, as though that would cause the girl’s heart to start beating regularly. Ramona once again thrashed. Her still chest lurched, breasts bouncing from the shock. She fell and lay still and silent.
“Shock advised. Charging.”
“Please, girl. Come back to us. Please.” Echo didn’t care that she sounded pleading now. She gripped Ramona’s hand tightly, praying for her to be ok.
“Shock charged. Push the shock button-”
Ramona seized. Time seemed to slow. Her ribcage protruded under her skin, arched back highlighting it. Her goosebump covered breasts rolled and bounced. Her clammy skin slammed back into the dirty stage.
The monitor registered a beat. Then, a few seconds, another. Her heart slowly crawled back to a reasonable rhythm, only faltering once or twice. Pixie and Vesper cheered. Echo almost couldn’t believe it. She pressed her fingers against Ramona's inner thigh. Sure enough, there was a steady pulse. Ramona began to breathe on her own as well, shallow breaths. Her eyes fluttered open, some color coming back to her skin.
Echo laid her jacket over the confused girl’s naked chest. “It’s ok. You’re ok now.”
“Wha-?”
Outside were the sound of sirens. An ambulance finally arrived. Echo smiled down at Ramona. “You’re going to be just fine.”
Ghostface's Game
So it's Halloween season, and I love slashers. I've seen a few horror movie themed resus scenes on here, so I decided to contribute with one of my favorite, slapstick slashers. Enjoy.
“Well, I don’t know Jane. I guess he’s just not that attractive to me.” Marcy Collins said, flipping twirling her blonde ponytail with her forefinger. She liked to do that, he knew. It was one of her little idiosyncrasies. Twirling her hair, biting her lip, and resting her back against the big glass windows of her living room.
“I know that Toby’s a football player! And that’s cool, and all. He’s just too mean for me.” She rested her hand on her chin, shoulder holding her landline to her ear. He was able to creep closer then, knowing that she was too invested in her phone call to pay attention to the window. There were so many reasons he was drawn to Marcy- she was sweet, pretty, smart, and, most importantly, naive. What else could you expect from a sheltered 18 year old girl?
“I’m probably not going to prom anyways. My parents wouldn’t want me to. They’re so paranoid with that serial killer running around…”
Not paranoid enough to stay in town for the long weekend. He thought. He was at the door now, hand on the knob. He just needed to wait for her to start talking again, when she wouldn’t be listening. Everything else was in place. He just needed to-
“Ugh! I can’t believe it either.”
Click. The door opened easily. Marcy had forgotten to lock the door again. She was notoriously bad at that. Her father would be furious. He closed it behind him, making sure to lock and deadbolt. He was able to creep into the foyer, avoiding that squeaky floorboard three steps from the doorway. He could see her now, down the hall. But she was so engrossed in her conversation. White wool sweater over a plaid skirt and tights. God, he loved tights
“I know, I know. But they’re barely letting me babysit Tommy and Jessie anymore! As if Ghostface would target a seven and a nine year old…” No, he wouldn’t. They were too young for him. But an 18 year old cheerleader? Absolutely perfect.
He was in the living room now, mere feet away from her. He could smell her vanilla-cinnamon perfume. But more importantly, he was inches from the phone receiver. He reached his gloved hand up and pressed down the transmitter button.
“Jane? Hello?” Marcy looked at the phone in her hand, confused as to why it suddenly hung up. She then followed the line until her blue eyes landed on him, crouched by the side table. He waved one gloved hand.
Marcy screamed. She sprung up, dropping the phone and letting it clatter to the floor. She ran towards the front door. Ghostface scrambled after her, only a few steps behind. Marcy had to stop to fumble with the lock. In that instant, Ghostface was on her. He pulled her away from the front door, hands wrapping around her waist. She screamed and flailed, slamming her foot into Ghostface’s knee. He groaned and dropped her. Marcy fled down the hall. Ghostface recomposed himself. It was ok if she got away. He meant to smoke her out to her backyard, to the pool.
Ghostface chased her down the hall, into the kitchen. Marcy stood by the wall, using the table as a barrier. “Get away from me!” Ghostface cocked his head. He took a step toward her and Marcy sprung away. She knocked down a chair between them, and Ghostface’s momentum sent him sprawling over the chair, crashing to the floor with a thump. He groaned, but quickly rolled to his feet and followed Marcy. He grabbed her arm and she shrieked. Thinking fast, she wrenched her arm free and ran, full force into the sliding glass doors leading to the backyard. They shattered, and Marcy tumbled out onto the pool deck.
Ghostface picked his way through the broken glass to where Marcy was laying on the floor, winded. She groaned, blood staining her palms and face. Ghostface lifted her by her sweater and threw her into the deep end of the pool.
Marcy kicked off the bottom and flailed to the surface, blonde hair falling free from her scrunchy. She gasped from the shock of the cold, October water. While she was reorienting herself, Ghostface ran to the bushes and grabbed something he prepared earlier. A cord, meant to power sound systems. It was cut at one end, the other plugged into the outdoor wall outlet. Marcy saw this and her breath caught in her throat. “Wait!”
Ghostface dropped the wire into the pool. The air was filled with a sickening zap. Marcy shrieked, blood curdling. The sound cut off suddenly, and she slipped beneath the water.
Ghostface watched, amused as she twitched and convulsed beneath the surface of the pool, blonde hair flashing beneath the surface. He waited only thirty seconds before pulling the plug and drawing the end of the wire from the pool. Marcy floated, unmoving, towards the bottom of the pool.
Normally, he would leave here, and let poor, sweet, pretty Marcy be found by her parents, or the neighbor boy, and he would read her obituary over a nice cup of coffee the next morning. Another tragedy, a young cheerleader murdered by Ghostface. But he wanted to try something so much more interesting.
Any fool could kill a man, but only a few talented individuals could bring someone back to life.
He grabbed his other tool from the bush, an AED he nabbed from a highschool. He laid it on the pool deck. Then he touched the water, cautiously, with one hand, checking to see if the electrical current was still active. Then, he dove in.
Marcy looked so peaceful here. Drifting, weightless, illuminated by only the light of the pool. Her turtleneck rode up, revealing her stomach and ribs. Her big eyes were half lidded. She looked angelic, blonde hair her halo. Ghostface grabbed her beneath her arms and kicked up to the surface.
He dragged her to the edge of the pool, throwing her onto the deck with a wet thump. He then boosted himself up, robes trailing wetly behind him. He dragged Marcy towards the AED. Then, he removed his wet gloves and pressed two fingers into her neck. No pulse. He took off his mask, carefully setting it next to her, and hovered his cheek above her bubblegum pink lips. No breath sounds. Perfect.
Ghostface pinched her nose, tilted her chin up, and forced a breath into her mouth. Marcy’s cheeks puffed up, but her chest remained still. Her airway was blocked. Ghostface moved, straddling her hips. He lifted her sweater so it rode above her swollen stomach, then he positioned his balled fists above her belly button. He lowered himself, slowly, down.
Marcy’s body swayed. Her chest rose as water was being forced from her stomach upwards. Her head fell aside, but only a faint trickle dripped from her lips. Ghostface lowered himself again. More water dribbled. And again. A stream of water foamed from her mouth, splashing against the deck. And more, and more. Eventually, after several more thrusts, a puff of air forced itself from her lips. Ghostface moved to her mouth and fed her another breath. She accepted it easily this time, chest rising in her sweater.
Ghostface moved to her chest, placing his hands between her breasts. Then, he thrust in. Hard. His hands slipped, wet wool proving too slippery to find purchase. Ghostface growled, frustrated. He gripped her collar and ripped the sweater, down the middle, exposing her breasts in her red lace bra and her toned stomach. Again he tried to begin compressions. This time, he was able to strike an even rhythm. He counted to himself. “One, two, three, four…” He savored the way her stomach rippled, her breasts bounced.
At thirty, he moved to her mouth. He took a deep breath and pressed his lips over hers. He was struck by how cold they were, how slippery and soft. He forced a breath into her chest, watching from the corner of his eye as her breasts rose. He pulled back, watching, transfixed, as they fell. Then he breathed into her again. Her lips tasted like chlorine and cherry chapstick.
Ghostface pressed his fingers into her neck again, waiting. No pulse. He ticked his tongue. He knew this wasn’t going to be easy. He opened the AED and pulled out the shears. Then, he slipped the shiny, cold metal under her bra, resting against her breastbone. With a snip, they tumbled free, bouncing out of their restraints. Ghostface played with them for a second, marvling at their fullness before turning back to the AED. He grabbed the sticky pads, peeled the backing, then slapped them to Marcy’s chest; one against the left side of her ribcage and the other against her collarbone. The machine flicked on, a dull, flat line reading on the LED. Ghostface then returned to Marcy’s chest and continued his life saving assault.
“One, two, three, four, five- come on Marcy, I’m throwing you a bone here- ten, eleven…”
Her perfect, full breasts rocked on her chest. Her ribs caved as they were crushed, again and again. Her feet swayed in her black tights, skirt riding up against her thigh. But her eyes remained half lidded, staring in the distance past Ghostface.
At thirty he moved back to her head. As he did so, he noticed a little, irregular squiggle of activity on the AED’s screen. A robotic voice chirped. “Shock Advised. Charging.”
Ghostface smirked. He quickly forced two breaths into Marcy, playing with her left breast as he did so.
“Stand clear. Push the shock button.”
Ghostface obliged. As he pressed the button, Marcy rippled from the shock. Her chest jumped, then fell back to the deck with a thud. Her head fell to the side. Ghostface turned from Marcy back to the machine. The same irregular rhythm showed, only slightly less pronounced now.
“Shock advised. Charging.”
Ghostface watched her arrhythmia continue to fade as the AED charged. He wasn’t hopeful as the machine beeped. “Stand clear. Push the shock button.”
He pressed the button again, watching the jolt ripple through Marcy’s breasts on the floor, back arching. When she fell back to the floor, the wiggle was gone from the machine.
“Shock not advised. Resume CPR.”
“Naughty girl.” Ghostface plunged his interlocked hands back between Marcy’s breasts and pumped. Her little ribcage strained against the pressure. On the machine, little bumps indicated when he pressed down, forcing her heart to artificially beat. He thought she looked so hot, prone on the floor, naked chest, rocking breasts.
At thirty, he gave her another breath. Her lips were starting to turn blue now, as were her nipples. She accepted the breath easily, as if she were being conditioned to. Little chest raising under his big hand. He appreciated how small and vulnerable she looked. As he pulled back from the breaths, a trail of cool saliva connected their lips.
He returned to give her another thirty compressions. The effort was starting to make him sweat, but he refused to be dissuaded. He wanted to revive her. Her life was his. He pressed down harder, savoring the feeling of her ribs giving way to his hands, her breasts brushing his fingertips.
“28, 29, 30.”
He checked the screen again. Another arrhythmia. “Shock advised. Charging.”
He gave her a quick breath with a little tongue slipped in. Then, he pressed the shock button. Her breasts twitched and her shoulders rolled. She slapped back into the deck.
“Shock not advised. Resume CPR.” “Bitch!”
Ghostface continued to ferociously pound her chest, ignoring the red bruise forming on her sternum. Her ribs creaked from the pressure, but that only encouraged him to pump harder. “I didn’t tell you to die yet! Your life is mine, whore! You don't die until I say you can!”
He pulled back, chest heaving. He saw that there was still a flatline on the AED. “Fuck you!”
He slammed his fist between her breasts, a loud thwaping sound echoing through the night. Her whole body recoiled, bouncing and jumping. The monitor showed a dramatic jump then fall. For a few seconds after, her heart sputtered out a weak arrhythmia.
Ghostface saw this. He raised his fist higher, and, using all his force, slammed it down to her chest. Her body rocked, chest caved and rebounded. Her breasts rolled.
“Shock advised. Charging.”
“Come on, bitch! Beat normally!”
“Stand clear. Push the shock button.”
Marcy’s entire body jumped, back forming a tight arch, slapping into the wet deck. Her body rolled from the shock.
“Shock advised. Charging.”
Ghostface forced a deep lungful of air into her throat, watching it bulge. He pulled back, hand on her chest as it fell. “I told you to live. If you don’t, I’ll kill everyone you love.”
“Stand clear. Push the shock button.”
Ghostface slammed the AED. Marcy jerked and rolled, breasts twitching, legs swaying. She fell back to the floor and remained still for one moment. Then, miraculously, her heart beat. Again, and again. A regular rhythm. A moment later, she drew in a breath. Then another.
Ghostface smiled. “Good girl Marcy. I’ll call an ambulance for you after I reach a payphone.” He picked up his mask and placed it over his head, then stood to leave. He hesitated a moment and turned back. “This was fun, Marcy. Maybe I’ll come visit you again sometime.
Training Collapse
I saw a post from @resus-girl about collapsing during a CPR training session and thought it was really hot, so I wrote a story about it.
Look, Roxie knew it was wrong to check out her CPR instructor. It was definitely weird, maybe even a little creepy. But with a body like that how could she not?
“...and three and four and five and six and seven and eight…” His lean muscles rippled as he continually pistoned the dummy’s chest, the red t-shirt he wore fit in that perfect way that pulled across his chest muscles, flush against his shoulders and stomach. The instructor (Connor, as Roxie recalled) was exactly her type. Almost shoulder length brown hair pulled back in a half-ponytail. His eyes were a warm honey brown, bright and intelligent. Brown-haired, brown-eyed boys. He couldn’t have been written to be more perfectly her type. So hot he made her lightheaded.
“...And keep going until you get to thirty. The entire time you should be singing ‘Staying Alive.’ It sounds ridiculous, I know, but it really does help with rhythm.” He glanced up, then, and made eye contact with Roxie. And he smiled. Roxie’s heart raced. And to think she was bemoaning going to the boring mandatory work training a few hours ago. How wrong she was.
“Ok. We’re going to start individual practice. We have two dummies here and two trainers. Austin will take this half of the room,” Connor gestured away from Roxie, and the other trainer, a big, broad shouldered, bearded man, stood and walked to her left. “...and I will take this side.” He smiled again at Roxie. “So that means you’re with me.”
Roxie smiled back at him. She was sure her face was flushed. Was this intentional? Was he flirting with her? He did compliment her pink hair when she walked in the room, but she attributed that to the fact it was freshly dyed. She and two other of her coworkers surrounded the dummy.
“Ok. What’s your name again?” Connor asked her specifically.
“Roxie.”
“So Roxie. You’ve just entered the room and found this man unconscious on the floor.” Connor gestured to the dummy. “What do you do.”
“I go to him-”
“Wrong. You should be checking for danger first.”
“Right. Right.” Roxie knew that. She should have remembered that. But being this close to Connor was making her feel so woozy. “So I check for danger, and it looks all clear.”
“Alright. What next?”
“I go to him and I ask him.” Roxie got on her knees beside the dummy. “Sir? Sir? Are you okay?”
“There’s no response.”
“Sabrina! Call 911!” Roxie pointed at her coworker. Sabrina took out her phone and pretended to dial.
“Good.” Roxie’s heart pounded at the praise. “And then I check for his pulse and breathing.” Roxie pressed two fingers to the dummy’s throat. The plastic felt cool on her skin. Was she that flushed? She hovered her cheek over the dummy’s mouth.
“Excellent. You feel no pulse. What now?”
“Riley! Find the AED!” She pointed out her second coworker. The sudden motion made Roxie dizzy. Riley grabbed the fake, training AED from the floor.
“Ok. Now what do you do?”
“I start CPR. Thirty chest compressions.” Roxie interlocked her hands in the middle of the dummy’s chest and began to thrust down, rocking back and forward. God, these were harder than they looked. The entire process felt uncomfortable, and she quickly became out of breath. She was hyper aware of her discomfort, her pounding heart, her restrictive office clothes, the too tight bra she definitely shouldn’t have worn today. “One and two and three and four-”
“You need to go deeper than that. Two inches in.”
“Okay. Five and six…” Roxie pushed harder. Her long, pink hair fell out of it’s clip, getting in her way. Her heart almost seemed like it was in pain. But that couldn’t be right. She continued to bounce on the dummy, trying to ignore the way her lungs burned. Was it supposed to be this difficult? How had Connor made it look so effortless? Was she too weak to effectively compress the dummy? She fought and struggled her way to thirty, her little heart racing.
“Good. Now the rescue breaths.”
Roxie pinched the nostrils shut on the dummy and lowered her lips to the sanitary mouthguard that covered its mouth. She forced two breaths into the dummy, but, even pushing as hard as she did, she could barely make its chest rise. As she pulled back, she was oddly mesmerized by the pink impression of her lips left on the mouthguard from her lipstick. Was she really that out of breath? This couldn’t be correct, right?
“Ok. Good job. Back to compressions.” Roxie forced herself back up to her knees. She returned her hands to the centers of the dummy’s chest. “One… and two and… three and… four…” She felt herself slowing down. Her chest was burning. Spots darkened her vision. This wasn’t right. Her heart was spasming in her chest. She wasn’t flustered, or out of breath. She was dying. She felt her hands slip from the plastic dummy as she crashed to the floor, chest heaving, heart seizing. As if she was underwater, she heard her name called.
“..oxie! Roxie!” She wanted to respond, laugh this off as a clutzy mistake. But she couldn’t. Her chest stilled, she breathed out one last time. The pain in her chest numbed as her throbbing, twitching little heart finally stopped.
“Roxie!” Connor knelt by the pretty, pink haired girl’s side utterly shocked. What had happened? A minute ago he was teaching the course, lightly flirting with the cute little secretary, and now she was heaving, barely conscious on the floor. He shook her once more as the two other girls he was training were crowding behind him. “Roxie, can you hear me?”
Her chest stopped heaving. Her pretty hazel eyes unfocused. She laid still and silent on the floor. “Shit!”
Connor pointed at Sabrina. “You! Call 911!” The shocked office worker shakily took out her phone. “Austin!” Connor shouted. “Get over here!”
In the meantime Connor pulled Roxie off the dummy and laid her limp body out on the floor. He loomed over her, cheek brushing her lips, waiting for a puff of air. He placed his fingers on her slender, pale throat and waited for a pulse. There was none. “Shit!”
He placed his ear on her small chest, cheek brushing her left breast as he waited, praying for a heartbeat only to be met by silence. Austin slid on next to him, the big, dark bearded man looking at him questioningly. “No pulse. No breath sounds.” Connor stated, sitting up from the girl.
Austin’s eyes widened. He turned and pointed at Riley. “In the hall! There’s an AED! Bring it quick!” The sobbing woman left the room. Other coworkers kept their distance, hushed whispers and sobs coming from the corner of the room.
Sabrina was still on the phone. “Yes. Please- my coworker just fell. She’s- I don’t think she’s…”
The fear in her voice kicked Connor into high gear. Years of experience and training prepared him for this. He interlocked his hands and thrust them into Roxie’s little chest. The girl’s head swayed, eyes half lidded. Her chest violently caved in, the tight white button down pulling against her breasts, so taught Connor could see the shadow of her black bra underneath. Her legs swayed in their pantyhose, heels clicking as their toes tapped together. Thirty violent compressions later, he pulled away.
Austin instantly knew what to do. He tilted Roxie’s head back and lowered his bearded mouth over her pink lips. Her chest heaved, straining against the restrictive clothing. It rose, but not as much as it should have. “Wait.” Connor ordered. He ripped open her shirt, buttons flying and clacking to the floor. Her tight, black lace bra contrasted the smooth white pallor of her breasts, but Connor tried not to be distracted. “Try again.”
Austin breathed again into Roxie, and this time her chest rose fully. The team watched it fall before Connor returned to her chest, beating and pounding in between her breasts. They brushed his hands as he worked, almost falling free from the bra. Little puffs of air were forced from Roxie’s still chest. Her narrow ribcage bowed under the weight, looking fragile underneath Connor’s rough hands.
At this time Riley returned, rushing the AED to Austin. He unzipped the box in an easy, practiced motion and began slapping electrodes onto Roxie’s chest, working around Connor. Then he waited at the ready with the shears.
As Connor hit thirty he moved over to Roxie’s mouth, smeared with the remnants of pink lipstick. He brushed away the dyed hair caught in her mouth before forcing his lips onto hers. They were soft, slack and cool, and he was able to force a breath down deep into her chest with little resistance. He pulled away just as Austin got the shears under her bra, snipping it away efficiently. Her breasts rolled out, bouncing as Austin brushed the scraps of fabric from her chest. While Connor forced a second warm breath down her throat, Austin slapped the AED pads against her small chest. Nothing read on the monitor, so Connor returned to his previous job of beating the poor girl’s fragile chest, forcing her heart to beat. His efforts could be seen on the monitor, little artificial humps beeping to his rhythm on the screen of the AED.
He continued his assault, the experience his job gave him making it almost effortless. His hands pistoned her small chest efficiently, the ripple of his assault seen in Roxie’s stomach. Her skirt had ridden up, exposing her pale thighs as her legs shook from the force. Her eyes still stared half lidded into the distance.
As Austin took over rescue breathing, Connor turned to look at Riley. “Any word on time for that ambulance?”
“There’s traffic! They said they won’t make it for ten more minutes!”
Connor cursed. He didn’t think Roxie could wait that long. He shared a glance with Austin, an understanding. It was almost confidence. They were highly trained professionals. They could and would do this on their own.
Roxie’s chest fell again. The space between her bare breasts was already bruising. Beneath her smeared lipstick, Connor saw that her lips were turning purple. He quickly resumed compressions, forcing blood to circulate her body, oxygen to reach her brain. Her chest was dwarfed beneath his hands. Finally, after thirty, Connor pulled away and was rewarded with a little squiggle on the AED. Deep in her chest, Roxie’s heart was sputtering.
“Shock advised. Charging…” As the machine charged, Connor fed Roxie another breath. Her breasts rose, goosebumps maring her ivory skin. Her clammy lips tasted like bubblegum. As he pulled away, a string of saliva connected their lips. Connor quickly forced a second breath roughly down her throat.
“Shock charged. Everyone stand clear. Push the shock button.”
Connor slid back just before Austin pushed the shock button. Roxie’s reaction was violent. Her chest twitched, thrusting into the air. Her back slammed into the tile, a light slapping sound filled the office. Her breasts jiggled from the electricity. The screen showed a spike before returning to the same twitching squiggle. Roxie’s little heart was trying, seizing.
“Shock advised. Charging.” The office workers behind them were openly sobbing. This time Austin moved over the small woman’s chest, bulging muscles flexing as he slammed down. Connor was impressed by his rigorous efficiency of him pressing between her chest, causing her small body to jerk and roll from the force. He also noticed how concerningly ashen Roxie had become, limp and blue.
“Shock charged. Everyone stand clear. Push the shock-”
Roxie seized from the jolt of electricity entering her fumbling heart. Her chest lept from the ground again, hanging in the air a moment before slapping onto the tile. Her whole body rolled from the force. The entire room held their breath as the line on the monitor spiked then flattened. Then a beep sounded. And another.
Against all odds, Roxie’s battered, bruised heart sputtered to life. Austin pressed two fingers into Roxie’s neck, and Connor slid his hand under her skirt to check the pulse point against her thigh. They shared an excited glance. “Nice strong pulse.”
The coworkers cheered and sobbed. Connor and Austin’s experienced hanRoxie’s chest rose and fell shallowly, not deeply or quickly enough for Connor’s liking. Connor brought his lips over Roxie’s, filling her lungs with his air, again and again. Her naked chest rose and fell more deeply. Her eyes were fluttering open. He expected to have to pull away, that she’d resist and he’d have to explain. But instead of struggling, she kissed him back.
Controlled Drowning
Josephine lost herself in the sensations of the moment. The cold water encasing her body completely. Ropes nipping into the delicate skin of her wrists and ankles.The strong, firm hands pressing into her, one wrapped around her slim throat and the other pressing deeply against her small chest. His stray thumb sneaking beneath her red bra, brushing against her nipple, causing butterflies to flutter in her slender stomach. The ache in her lungs as they begged her for oxygen. Her skittish, abused heart pounding against her ribcage. Black fog creeping in the edges of her vision. Nervousness and excitement and ecstasy. She trusted her partner completely, knew that he would pull her up before it was too late. Though part of her wished he wouldn’t, that he would hold her under long enough for her to lose control and water to invade her chest. Part of her wished for a repeat of the lakeside, for William to be forced to work over her cold, unresponsive chest.
William was also losing himself. In the way Josephine’s chest twitched as it begged her to breathe in. The way her heart pounded against his hand, like a bird in a cage. The subtle shifts Josephine made, a subdued wriggle of her wrists and ankles and hips, as though she was trying to settle into a more comfortable position instead of trying to stifle her body’s panicked attempts of escape. The way her floating hair framed her face perfectly, brushing gently against her paling freckled cheeks. William checked the clock. Two minutes and thirty six seconds. He smiled, satisfied, and pulled Josephine’s head from the tub.
Josephine gasped and coughed, small ribcage heaving as her lungs greedily sucked the air. William moved his hands, helping her rest with her back against the cold metal of the tub. His fingers checked her pulse, at her neck, then her chest, then her inner thigh. Josephine smiled at the third, and attempted to say something but was cut off by another cough. William held her up by placing a hand in the center of her heaving chest.
“Again?” William asked, thumb rubbing against the back of Josephine’s neck.
Josephine nodded. “Longer.” She croaked between breaths.
“If I hold you down for much longer than that we’re gonna have to move you to the table.” William said, nodding towards the cushioned black medical table and crash cart they had set up in their playroom. Josephine caught the faint ghost of a smile on his lips.
Josephine smiled. “I’m… okay with… that.”
William clicked his tongue. “So soon after your last episode? I’m so sorry my dear but it looks like that isn’t in the cards for tonight.”
Josephine pouted and William laughed. “We’ll see. Maybe later, if you’re good.” And then, without much warning, he plunged her back into the cool water of the tub.
Josephine was submerged without getting the chance to take a breath. She settled back, already feeling the familiar ache in her chest and the involuntary twitching of her limbs. She doubted she would be able to last her usual two minutes and thirty seconds. Her body wanted out of the water but William’s hands were unrelenting. Her chest convulsed, pressing desperately against the pressure, but he remained firm. Josephine bit her lip, hoping the pain would ground her and keep her from breathing in. The taste of metal brushed her tongue. Fog crept in the corners of her vision. But, despite herself, she smiled, reminded of her time in the lake.
How long had it been? Forty five seconds? A minute? Two? Josephine had no way of knowing. The pressure placed on her chest showed no signs of repreve. Her lungs were burning. Finally, it was too much. She sucked in, short, panicked breaths and coughs that filled her twitching chest quickly. The fire in her lungs was replaced by cold, heavy water. Static filled her vision and the light left her eyes. Instead of fear, she felt excitement, mixed with a tinge of disappointment. She had wanted to break her record. The last thing she felt was William’s strong arms lifting her from the tub.
“Damn it!” William cursed, laying Josephine’s pale freckled body on the floor. When he had seen her convulsing, he had thought she was putting on a show for his benefit. It had only been fifty seven seconds. It hadn’t occurred to him that she might have been actually drowning. He had only realized his mistake after she had begun to breathe in the water. Josephine was now still on the floor, lips slightly parted and head fallen to the side. William placed a large hand against her chest, feeling for any rise or fall that would have indicated breathing. No such luck. He then hovered his cheek above her parted lips, but only felt the stillness of the air. Josephine wasn’t breathing. William placed two fingers against Josephine’s slender neck, rewarded with a faint flutter of a pulse.
William tilted Josephine’s head back, pinched her nose, and pressed his open mouth against her slack, wet lips. He exhaled, placing a hand against her chest, cupping her left breast, hoping to feel it rise. But it remained still. He pulled back. “So you’ve swallowed some water then.” William said in a mock chiding tone, as though he was scolding a child.
He shifted so he was sitting fully up and pulled Josephine’s limp body into his arms. His balled fists pressed against her swollen belly. Then, suddenly, he pulled in, hard, grunting as he did so. Once. Josephine’s whole body shook as he thrusted. Twice. A dribble of water traced Jo’s lips. Three times. The force of the movement caused one of her breasts to shake free from her red bra. Four times. Finally, Josephine spat out the water. It splashed against her thighs and flat stomach and seeped into William’s pants. For good measure, William pulled in a few more times, watching Josephine’s head sway. Then, he laid her down gently against the floor.
Once again William checked for breath, caught off guard by the blue staining Josephine’s perfect lips. Her chest remained still, sparkling from water droplets. He placed his ear against it, cheek pressed to her breast, but he found no breath sounds. More concerning, however, was the silence when his ear hovered above her heart.
William cursed and scooped Josephine’s limp body into his arms and placed her on the table. He pressed two of his fingers deep against her neck and waited. Her heart was still beating, but it was irregular and faint. Quickly, he pressed his lips to hers and forced a deep breath down her abused throat. Her chest rose this time, breasts straining against her red bra. When he pulled away, Josephine exhaled involuntarily, and William felt her hot breath tracing his cheek.
He dragged the crash cart closer, taking the shears from its tray. Then, in one practiced motion he snipped away her red bra. He grabbed a towel from the table and carefully dried her chest, tracing the curves of her breasts, causing them to jiggle. Tossing the towel away carelessly, he grabbed the electrodes from the cart and pressed them firmly to her chest. The monitor traced her arrhythmia, heart flopping uselessly inside her chest. William took the defibrillator’s paddles and quickly gelled them before pressing them into Josephine’s chest. He set the dial to 150 before pressing the button.
Josephine’s chest convulsed from the shock, breasts shaking and back arching. William held his breath, watching the monitor. A moment passed of wild, erratic beats. Then, there was nothing. A flatline rang out in the basement. Josephine was in arrystole. “Alright,” William said, a smile tracing his lips. “Have it your way.”
He put the paddles back on the cart. Then, he centered his hands in the middle of Josephine’s naked chest. One hand over the other, he began to compress. Hard. Deep. Fast. The monitor registered his compressions as heartbeats, and a rhythmic beeping filled the room. Her breasts shook. Her ribcage recoiled against each thrust. His palms made a wet thunking sound as they slammed into her clammy chest. At thirty he stalled and fed another two breaths down to her still lungs. Then William pressed his fingers to her throat, just beneath Josephine's jawline, and waited, eagle eyes focused on the monitor.
Still no rhythm. William clicked his tongue. “Come on, Jo.” His hands found the reddening center of her chest again and began to thrust down. Despite his seeming annoyance, William smiled, savoring the way her ribcage recoiled, her breasts brushed against his hands. As he forced her chest in, puffs of air escaped her lips, a stray dribble of water and foam tracing her cheek. William swiped it away with his thumb before lowering his lips to hers again, one hand resting against her toned stomach as it rose with the breath. He pulled back and the breath escaped her, stomach flattening. He shoved another down her throat. As he pulled away, movement on the monitor caught his eye. A small, erratic squiggle. Josephine had a weak rhythm.
William smiled. “There she is.” William turned the dial on the defibrillator up to 200. He grabbed the paddles off the cart and pressed them firmly against her chest, waiting eagerly as they charged. A beep from the machine signaled they were ready. William pressed the buttons. Josephine’s body coursed with electricity, chest pressing against his hands. She crashed with a thud back into the wooden floor, breasts rolling with the jolt.
No change on the monitor was registered. William charged the paddles again, this time at 250. As he waited, he forced another hot breath down her throat. Her lips were slack against his, cold and clammy. Her chest was beginning to cool against his hand, goosebumps prickling the bare, pale skin. A red bruise was forming in the valley between her breasts, and, without thinking, William kissed the center of her chest. He imagined the struggling, fluttering heart beneath. “Let's get this done, Josephine. Your body could use a break.”
Once again he laid the paddles on her chest and pressed the shock button. Josephine’s body recoiled, back arching in the air, stomach muscles tightening. Her back slapped into the floor. Josephine awoke, coughing and gasping, color returning to her face. William placed the paddles on the machine and kissed Josephine, softer than usual.
Weeks later, Josephine recounted the incident. She asked William for the whole story, and he told it to her, in defined, careful detail. Josephine thought for a moment before asking William a question. “Were you worried, William? At all?”
William seemed taken aback by this. He smiled and shook his head. “Not at all Jo.”
Josephine seemed a little disheartened by this. She tried to turn away from him, but William quickly caught her chin in his hands and forced her to face him. “It was a controlled setting, my dear. I knew you would come back to me.”
Hey guys I’m back with William and Jo. I have a sibling planned and half written for this where we see what Will’s like as a rescuer when he’s not in control of a situation. Hopefully I get around to posting it soon?
A Shocking Play Session
In the weeks following the cabin, the relationship between Josephine and William had moved quickly. Caroline and Jude chalked this up to a near death experience bringing them closer together, and, in part, that was true. What their friends didn’t need to know was the lust that experience brought, the sudden hunger for more, and the passion that craving fostered.
Within two weeks Josephine had already moved into William’s small, countryside cottage, and, nearly instantly, she had fallen in love with the property. It was quiet and secluded, the nearest neighbor being a half mile away. The cottage was nestled in a meadow in the middle of a dense woods, beautiful scenery in every direction. Josephine spent the days William was at school wandering the backwoods and reading, eating blackberries straight from the bush and watching deer prance across her front lawn. The days were some of the best she had experienced in her life. And the nights were even better.
William would come just as the sun was starting to set. Josephine would greet him shyly at the door, and he would kiss her forehead. They would eat dinner and watch movies while discussing the day. And then, after the sun had sunken deep beneath the horizon and the day’s news had been discussed, they would have their playtime.
It would start slow. A kiss on the pulse in her neck, his head resting on her chest and listening to her heartbeat. Then, depending on what they were in the mood for, it would escalate. Sometimes that would mean rough sex. Sometimes that would mean breathplay and light compressions. Sometimes stethoscopes would be brought out. And, once or twice, it meant Williams' large, warm hands wrapped around Josephine’s slim neck. And Jo loved every second of it.
A month in and the two had started turning the cottage’s basement into a designated play area. It was slow going, a lot of it meant renovating infrastructure; replacing the carpets, adding heating, fixing the electricity. However, slowly the playroom had taken shape. Handcuffs, ropes, gags, buckets of water, tables with tethers. William being a medical student also helped, allowing them to add toys that peaked Josephine’s interest. A defibrillator, a heart monitor, an AED, electrodes, syringes filled with sedatives and many, many more. All Josephine could think about was the toys in the playroom. But, despite her longing, they hadn’t gotten the chance to test their playroom to the extent Jo had wanted to test it. But tonight, that was going to change.
Just before William was due to be home, Josephine sprung into action. She left a note on the kitchen table then made her way downstairs. Then, she rolled the defibrillator next to the examination table. She spent a moment tracing the curves and edges of the machine with her eyes, excited and intimidated at the same time. She looked away, cheeks flushed and heart racing. Josephine stripped down until she was completely nude, nipples hardening in the chilly air of the room. Just in time, as she heard William’s car pull into the gravel driveway. Josephine hopped up onto the table and waited, staring at the door.
Moments later, she heard his steps coming down the stairway. He opened the door. When William saw her, his eyes widened. There was a second of silence as he processed everything laid out for him in the room. Josephine could see the lust in his eyes, the way he licked his lips. But there was still a moment of hesitation.
“Josephine.” William started, choosing his words carefully.
“William.”
“The room isn’t even fully completed. What are you doing down here?”
Josephine looked at the defibrillator. “What do you think?”
William shook his head. But, at the same time, he set down his briefcase and loosened his tie. “Defibrillators are dangerous, Jo.”
“So are lakesides.”
William smiled. He purposely looked away from her, rolling up his shirtsleeves. “What if something goes wrong.”
“That’s what I’m hoping for.”
“What if I can’t bring you back?”
“You’ll bring me back.” Josephine said it with such confidence, such certainty.
William laid one hand on the machine, green eyes glinting. “We should still set up a safeword, I think. In case you change your mind.”
I won’t. Josephine thought to herself. But she knew William wouldn’t budge unless she said something. Josephine smiled and tilted her head to one side, chestnut curls caressing her cheek. “Lakeside.”
William grinned. He turned the defibrillator on. “Lakeside it is.”
As the machine charged, he got to work tethering Josephine to the table with deft hands. He made the restraints tight, but not biting. When he leaned over her to work on her right hand he pressed a soft kiss into her lips, then another onto her carotid pulse. He let his hand linger over her left breast, smiling as he felt her heart flutter against his hand like a songbird. He placed the EKG’s electrodes over her chest, smiling when the room was filled with Josephine’s rapid, excited heartbeat. He squeezed gel onto Josephine’s chest, warm hands spreading it slowly and precisely over her entire chest. When everything was all set up, he pulled the paddles off the stand and pressed the cool metal paddles onto Josephine’s chest. Jo shivered.
“Charging to 50.” William said, coyly. Josephine grinned. Then, William pressed the button.
Hot electricity rolled through Jo’s chest. Jo’s heart stumbled for a second before resuming, faster than before. A second passed while Jo caught her breath. She looked up at William, eyes wide and grinned. William chuckled at her reaction. “You like that, huh? Well, how about we raise the dial a bit. Charging to 75.”
The machine whined for a moment as it charged. William dug the paddles into Josephine’s side a little harder than before. Jo braced herself, excitedly. Then, William discharged another shock through Josephine’s chest. Josephine’s back arched, her breath stolen as electricity tore through her chest. Her heart entered fillibration for a few seconds, confused at the sudden shocks, before righting itself. Jo gasped, chest heaving.
William smiled, and turned the dial up to 100. Wordlessly, he placed the paddles against her chest, teasingly rubbing them against Jo’s breasts before settling them in their proper place. “Shocking.”
Jo’s arms strained against their restraints. She moaned as her breasts bounced as her chest shuddered. She fell back against the table, eyes fluttering. Her heart stopped for several seconds before falling into a useless, flailing flopping rhythm. William discharged another shock, set to 50 joules, into her chest. Josephine’s heart stuttered, before falling into a rapid, but otherwise healthy, rhythm.
Jo laid gasping on the table. William put the paddles back on the stand, pressing another kiss into Josephine’s neck. “Had enough?”
Jo shook her head. “Higher.” She said, breathily.
William smiled. “Ask and you shall receive. Setting the dial to 150.” Josephine smiled, looking up at William with loving eyes as he rested the paddled on her naked chest. William lowered his mouth until it was inches from Josephine's ear, before whispering, “Shocking.”
Jo’s chest lept from the table, pressing forcefully against William’s hands, legs shaking, breasts convulsing. Her breath stalled in her lungs, her heart fluttering uselessly for several seconds. William pressed the paddled into her chest, more forceful this time. He discharged another 50 joule shock into her fumbling heart, but it was too late. Her exhausted heart stopped completely. The last of Josephine’s breath released into the cool air of the playroom. Her eyes stared, half lidded, into the distance. A flatline rang out on the monitor.
William sprung to action. He lowered the table until it lay flat. Then he centered his hands onto Josephine’s chest, starting compressions. However, the excess of gel proved an issue, his fist sliding off her slick chest. Thinking quickly, he mounted the exam table, straddling Josephine’s naked body, and began compressions, this time with better leverage. “One and two and three and four and…” He counted as his arms pistoned, providing Josephine with deep, hard compressions, forcing her still heart to pump.
At the count of thirty, he lowered himself over her body. He quickly tilted her head to make sure her airway was clear before he pressed his warm lips into hers. He exhaled, forcing one large lungful of air down her esophagus and into her hungry lungs. He pulled back, tilting his cheek to rest lightly against her lips, feeling as his breath left her mouth. Then, he fed her another. The whole incident left William excited, and he wanted nothing more than for the next lip lock to be an actual kiss, for his hands to be playing with her breasts. But the flatline still blared in the room, and William still had work to do. He centered his hands over her sternum again and resumed compressions.
Several cycles of CPR passed with no change. William had fallen into a rhythm of compressions and breaths. He savored the way her head swayed, the way her brown eyes just barely peered through her long eyelashes. The way the freckles on her chest danced and her breasts brushed against his hands as he compressed. He could stay like this for hours. But, judging by the way her olive skin paled and her lips were turning blue, William knew he had to revive Josephine fast.
He sat back on his haunches, taking a deep breath before he placed one large, warm hand against Josephine’s chest. He imagined her still heart beneath it. Then, he raised his other hand, balled into a fist, and punched down with a meaty slap. Josephine jolted, her breasts and head swaying. A puff of air flew past her lips. The long whine of the flatline stopped, and William turned to see that Josephine’s heart was in vfib. He smiled, pressing his lips against hers in a half kiss, half breath.
“That’s it, Jo. Work your way back.”
William clambered off of the table, taking the paddles of the defibrillator off of the machine. He set the dial to 200 and forcefully shoved them into Josephine’s chest before pressing the button.
Jo’s back arched, her breasts shaking and convulsing. Her arms strained against the leather restraints. Her head fell to the side, facing William. But Jo was still in vfib.
William chuckled, imaging Jo’s voice inside his head. Higher.
“Alright, Jo. Higher you want, higher you get.” William set the dial to 300 and pressed the paddled into Jo’s chest again. “Shocking.”
Jo’s chest jumped, her bruised sternum rising as her breasts shuddered from the shock. Her bare back hit the table with a slap. And, as if appeased, Jo’s heart sprung back to a regular rhythm. Josephine gasped and sputtered, her eyes fluttering open. She tried to speak but no words came from her abused lungs. William silenced her with a kiss pressed into her lips.
“Welcome back.”
A Weekend at the Cabin
Josephine really had to stop letting Caroline talk her into things. She loved her to death, she really did, but Caroline had a way of taking terrible ideas and twisting them to sound amazing.
“Oh, come on Jo! How often do you get the chance to have an all expenses paid vacation to a private lake?” The tall blonde said, batting her long eyelashes at her friend playfully. Caroline was so beautiful that it sometimes left a dull aching feeling in Josephine’s chest. Shiny golden locks, tanned skin, and blue eyes that shimmered like light reflecting off of ocean waves. Caroline was practically a supermodel, and Josephine couldn’t help but feel a little plain in comparison.
“It sounds amazing Caroline, it does. It’s not about the vacation. It’s about-”
“If you say it’s about William, Jo, I swear to God.” Jo remained silent, her cheeks flushed.
“Oh my God Jo! You’re killing me!” Caroline rolled onto her back, using Jo’s pillow to hide her face.
“Caroline, listen. Being stuck at a cabin with William sounds great in theory but it’d only be a matter of time before I’d embarrass myself! He already thinks-”
“William likes you, Jo!”
“You can’t possibly know that.” “Just because you’re oblivious doesn’t mean I am, dork.” Caroline said, resting her head on her hand. “William likes you, because you’re cute and smart and just his type. He has a thing for smart girls.”
Josephine flushed at Caroline’s praise. Part of her was hopeful at her friend's words, but a larger part was skeptical. How could William possibly like her? What did she have to offer? Unruly brown hair, freckles, glasses. Compared to women like Caroline Jo felt she was utterly unimpressive. William could get any girl he wanted. He was tall and well built, with green eyes that seemed to be endless. His black hair was just wild enough to be attractive while still being neat enough to look stylish. And, on top of it all, he was intelligent. A straight “A” student in medical school, studying to be a surgeon.
Caroline saw the conflict in Jo’s eyes and sighed. Her voice took on a softer tone. “Listen, Jo. William likes you. Period. Think of the trip as a bonding experience. It’s a lake cabin. That means bikinis. You can woo him with your cute little body. And I’ll help you. Me and Jude will both help you, cus he thinks you’d be a cute couple as well. You just have to trust me, okay Josephine?”
“Okay.” And, with that word, Josephine sold her soul to the devil that was Caroline.
That’s how she ended up standing in from of the cabin’s bathroom mirror in a stupid, white bikini that Caroline chose for her. The white suited her olive complexion well enough, but wearing this little on top just made her realize how unimpressive her bust size was. Her chin length brown hair was impossible to tame, so it curled in every which way. But there was no turning back now. So, clutching her towel to her chest, Josephine left the bathroom.
Caroline watched her enter the living room from the couch she was lounging on and whistled. “Looking sexy, Jo!”
Jude joined in, smiling the easy grin he was known for. “Hell yeah Jo!” The redhead elbowed William, gesturing in Josephine’s direction. “You should really wear that more often!”
William rolled his eyes at Jude’s comments, but there was still a slight red tinge to his cheeks. He very pointedly kept his gaze focused anywhere but Josephine’s body, and she couldn’t help the slight disappointment filling her chest. “Are we just gonna stand around here or are we going to actually enjoy the lake?” He asked, grabbing his towel from the chair and heading out the door. The other three followed.
Soon, they were out on a boat in the middle of the lake, the cabin a speck on the shoreline. The weather was perfect. Jude and Caroline splashed in the lake, goofing off and enjoying the cool water. William and Josephine made small talk on the boat, and Jo had to begrudgingly admit she was loving every second of it. It could be her imagination, but she could swear that WIlliam was scooting closer and closer to her as time passed. His hand was practically on her thigh, Josephine’s heart thumping rapidly behind her left breast when it happened.
William sat up straighter, eyes scanning the water. “Is it just me, or is the water awfully still?”
Jude burst through the surface, gasping for breath and floundering as he struggled to stay above the water. Josephine quickly realized why. He was dragging Caroline, beautiful, kind, amazing Caroline, limp in his arms. Her blonde hair clung to her face, scarlet staining her hairline. Her normally full, pink lips were tinged blue, foam leaking from the corner of her mouth. Her face was pale and her beautiful eyes were glued shut.
“Help!” Jude gasped, desperately swimming closer to the boat. “She hit her head on the side of the boat! I don’t think she’s breathing!” William sprung into action, scrambling to the side and pulling Caroline roughly onto the ship’s deck. “Josephine, help Jude up!” He commanded, voice strong and unwavering.
Jo ran to the side, bracing herself against the railing and offering a hand to Jude. Josephine was tiny, and Jude nearly pulled her into the lake, but using a strength she didn’t know she had, she managed to help Jude up. When she turned back to William, his head was lowered in the valley between Caroline’s full breasts. A moment passed. “Fuck.” William cursed softly.
He straddled Caroline’s lean body and centered his large hands on her swollen stomach. He thrusted, violently, down, and water began to pour from Caroline’s open lips onto the deck below. Again and again. More water than Jo though was possible spilled from her blue lips. William called back.
“Jude! Dig through the boat! I know I brought an AED somewhere on here! Josephine! Come beside me!”
Jude scrambled away. Jo, walking on shaky legs, moved to sit next to William, her eyes trained on Caroline’s limp body, twitching as it spat out more lakewater. Slowly, the stream stopped, becoming less of a flow and more of a froth. Caroline’s stomach once again was it’s flat, perfect, toned shape. Seemingly satisfied, William looked up at Josephine. His eyes more intense than Jo had ever seen them before. “Do you know how to perform mouth to mouth resuscitation?”
Jo could only shake her head, speechless, on the verge of tears. William nodded, voice firm, but gentle. “Okay, I’ll show you.” He swept a finger in Caroline’s mouth, clearing it of spit, before taking a deep breath. He pinched her nose and lowered his lips to hers in a mockery of a kiss, blowing hot air deep into her chest. Caroline’s breasts strained against her red bikini top, her throat bulging as air was forced down her esophagus. Josephine couldn’t help the tinge of jealousy, gross, wrong, disgusting jealousy, at the sight. William broke the lip lock, and watched as the breath left Caroline’s chest, before he went in for another. Then he looked at Josephine. “Do that when I tell you to. Make sure her chest rises and falls with each breath.” Jo nodded, positioning herself at Caroline’s head.
William then moved to position himself on Caroline’s chest, hands carefully placed between her large, round breasts. He lowered himself down, and, to a rapid count, began chest compressions. “One and two and three…” Caroline’s breasts bounced at the force, her head swaying in Josephine’s hands. William continued until he reached the count of thirty, before sitting up. “Now, Jo!” Jo pinched Caroline’s nose and forced a breath into her. Her free hand moved to her chest, above her still heart, so she could feel it push up against her palm. Her lips were cold and slack against hers, and the fear in the pit of Josephine’s stomach grew. Josephine pulled away, feeling the puff of air escaping Caroline’s lungs, before giving her another forceful lungful. “Good.” William praised.
“I’ve got it!” Jude cried, sliding on his knees next to Caroline’s body. He was holding an orange box in his hands, which William took excitedly. He practically ripped it open, setting it beside Caroline. He took a pair of silver shears and, without hesitation, snipped away Caroline’s bikini top, letting her large breasts bounce out and leaving Caroline completely topless. Josephine couldn’t help the heat rising to her cheeks as she stared at Carolines perfect, soft, full breasts.
William, however, was unphased. He roughly slapped two pads onto Caroline’s chest, one in the center and the other on the left side of her ribcage. The machine beeped for a few seconds as it analysed Caroline’s heart rhythm. “Shock advised.”
“Her rhythm’s shockable. Stand clear- don’t touch her.” William ordered before pressing a button on the machine.
There was a jolt as electricity ran through Caroline’s body. Her back arched, her breasts jiggling from the impact. Then her back slammed into the ground, a wet slap on the deck. “Shock advised.”
Once again William slammed the button, and once again Caroline’s body jerked. Her entire body twitched at the shock, breasts rolling, feet pulling inward, head falling to the side. But, unlike the first time, this time Caroline sputtered to life. Her chest heaved as she scuked in air, stomach rising and falling. Her eyes fluttered open, and William took over, asking her questions and giving her firm instructions.
Jo was relieved, clinging to Caroline’s hand desperately, nearly crying with joy. But, as she did this, the wheels in her head were turning. Something was awoken inside her as she watched Caroline be revived. Something surprising. Envy, at seeing William handle Caroline like that- the liplock, the way he touched her bare chest. But, more than that. Something else as well. Something darker. More Erotic. Josephine realized that she wasn’t only jealous of the perceived kissing. She wanted to be in Caroline’s place, to be brought back by William. And slowly, she hatched a plan of how to get her dark fantasy.
It was night. Caroline had shaken off the near drowning surprisingly easily, and had chosen to stay the remainder of the weekend at the cabin after an examination by William giving her the all clear. Now, Josephine sat at the edge of the dock on this perfect, warm summer night, and wrestled with her plan.
She had already told Caroline that she had gone for a walk to the dock, so her friends would be bound to search for her soon. But Jo was still unsure about her plan. It was dangerous, and selfish. But, surprisingly, Josephine didn’t care. The need to be resuscitated, touched in the ways Caroline was touched earlier that day, were overwhelming. She fully trusted William’s ability to save her, as foolish as that was. And if he couldn’t Josephine didn’t find herself caring. She felt trapped in her life. If something didn’t change, then she would force herself to make it change. With a sudden bravery, she jumped, still in her pajamas, into the lake.
She swam deeper and deeper, into darker and darker depths. After a minute, she was at the lakebed. Her fingers dug into the soft moss and mud at the bottom and she lowered herself down until she was sitting on the bottom of the lake. It was beautiful down here. Moonlight glittered on the surface above her. The silence was serene.
Her lungs began to burn, but Josephine didn’t move. She watched the surface of the water, a mixture of excitement and nervousness filling her chest. Her oversized t-shirt floated up, revealing her slim stomach and her black sports bra. In the quiet of the lake her rapid heartbeat sounded impossibly loud. Once again she found herself doubting her resolve. Was she actually about to drown herself for some cheap thrill?
Her mind went fuzzy from the lack of oxygen. Her chest began to spasm, threatening to involuntarily breath in. Suddenly, reality set in. A panic settled over Josephine as she realized the mortal peril she was in. Without thinking, she kicked off the bottom of the lake. She wasn’t able to get far, her momentum being slowed by the shifting of the mud. She flailed, desperately trying to break the surface of the water only to realize that it was too far away. She wouldn’t make it in time. And she needed oxygen now.
Against her will, Josephine sucked in. Cold lake water filled her lungs. Her chest desperately twitched, rising and falling sporadically as it attempted to expel the water only to be refilled. Her spasming lungs slowed, weighed down by fluid, and a sudden clarity came to Jo. She was going to die. But she didn’t feel panic. Instead, a warm satisfaction filled her being. A placid half smile etched into her lips. Beneath her left breast, her frantic heart slowed, slowed, and stilled. As she faded, she heard a splash above her. The last sensation she felt was two strong arms encircling her waist. Then, she gave in to the darkness.
William had been watching Josephine from the cabin window as she jumped into the lake. He watched, with a peaked interest, waiting for her to resurface. Ripples faded from the water’s surface, and still Jo had yet to remerge. A moment passed. Then another. Realization set in. William’s eyes widened. Without stopping to put on shoes, he ran out of the cabin, to the edge of the dock. Without a second’s hesitation, he took a deep breath and dove in.
The water was silent and dark. He only saw Josephine because of her flailing. Almost immediately after he caught sight of her, the spasms stopped. Josephine floated, arms above her head, tshirt and chestnut hair gently swirling in the lake water around her. Her warm brown eyes were half lidded, staring into nothing. The barest hint of a smile was on her full blue lips. William’s heart raced in excitement. He swam behind her, arms wrapping around her slim waist, and kicked towards the surface.
He just as his lungs were starting to burn. He coughed, and, making sure Josephine’s head was above the water, swam to the shore. Josephine’s head lolled against his neck, cold lips pressed into his skin. He felt no puff of air escape her lips.
His feet hit the soft sand of the beach. He dragged Josephine onto the mud beside him. Frantically, he pressed two fingers into her delicate neck, feeling desperately for a pulse. There was nothing. Josephine’s heart was still.
Without missing a stride, William scooped Josephine up into his strong arms and took off running to the cabin. Caroline and Jude were waiting, confused and concerned on the porch. As William approached, he called to them breathlessly.
“Josephine slipped on the dock!” He lied. But, if his theory was correct, this would be easier to explain. “I think she hit her head. She took in a lot of water and she isn’t breathing!” Caroline gasped, eyes filling with terrified tears. Jude paled, his hands shaking. William pushed past them. “Don’t just stand there! Go find the AED!” Caroline and Jude ran out the door towards the boat.
William laid Josephine on the cabin floor carefully. He brushed a strand of short chestnut hair away from her freckled cheek. Then, he sprung into action. He tilted her head to the side and straddled her hips. He steadily and forcefully applied pressure to her swollen stomach, causing water to flow from her mouth and onto the wooden floor of the cabin. He continued, pressing harder and harder. Josephine’s t-shirt rode up, revealing her stomach and the bottom of her bra. The wet fabric caressed her breast, showing off the perfect curves of her chest.
As soon as the water was expelled from her airway, William leaned forward, still sitting on her hips, and crashed his mouth into Josephine’s. He pinched her nose, tilted her chin back, and released a hot breath into her throat. Her chest rose, and he felt the small swells of her breasts strain against his chest. He pulled away and felt as the breath he forced into her tickled his cheek. Trying not to be distracted, he filled Josephine’s still lungs with another breath.
Then he pulled up, back straight, and moved his hands onto her chest. He lingered a moment over her left breast, imagining her still heart beneath it, brushing it gently before he centered his closed fist over her chest. Then, rapidly, he pressed down. Savoring the way her ribcage recoiled after each compression. He counted as he pistoned Josephine’s chest, forcing her immobile heart to beat. Once he reached thirty, he pressed his lips over her slack, cold ones and fed her another warm breath.
Jude and Caroline burst through the cabin door. William looked up, and saw the familiar orange box that Caroline was carrying. “Open it up.” He ordered between breaths. “Give me the scissors.”
Dutifully, Jude unzipped the box and opened it beside Josephine’s pale body and handed William the scissors. William expertly cut away the wet fabric of the t-shirt, peeling it away before he snipped through her bra, allowing her breasts to spring free. He threw the scissors aside and continued compressing Josephine’s chest, watching the way her breasts bounced against his hands. “Work around me. Put one of the pads on the left side of her ribcage.”
When William bent down to give her another breath, he took the remaining pad and put it on the center of her chest, next to her heart. He let his hand linger, feeling the way her rib cage expanded against it, breasts and hardened nipples brushing his chest. He pulled away, letting the machine read her rhythm. The small LED screen on the machine showed fillibration. “Shock advised.”
William leapt to her side, making sure he wasn’t touching her body. “Stand back, don’t touch her.” Then, he pressed the button.
Josephine’s chest sprung from the ground, filled with electricity. Her breasts shuddered and her head swayed. Then, she crashed back to the ground. Chest still. Caroline sobbed. “Shock advised.”
“Stand clear.” Another roll of electricity jolted through her body, causing her chest to twitch as her heart was shocked yet again. Her back made a wet slap as it crashed into the hardwood floor. The line on the LED screen showed asystole.
“Shock not advised. Resume compressions.”
William cursed, suddenly feeling the exhaustion in his shoulders and arms. “Jude, I need you to take over compressions. Do as I did. Thirty times. Two inches deep.”
Jude nodded, nervously centering his hands on Josephine’s naked chest, before pumping down, hard. William watched carefully. He was surprised at how well Jude was doing, compressing steadily and deeply. And he was also surprised at the envy filling his chest.
At the count of thirty, Jude pulled his hands away. William lowered his mouth to Josephine’s again, giving her two more deep breaths before looking back to the AED. Still asystole.
William, filled with a new urgency, centered one hand over her unmoving heart. He balled the other in a fist, lined it up, and struck, hard, on the back of his hand. Caroline gasped. Jo’s shoulders and chest shuddered at the impact. Still, there was no change in her rhythm. He struck her again, a little harder. The thud rung through the cabin. But still, there was no change. Finally, he struck her again. Her breasts jiggled, her thighs swayed. Her grey face fell to the side.
“Shock advised.”
William smiled as her heart entered arrhythmia. The little line on the AED bounced sporadically as Josephine’s heart flailed uselessly in her bruised and battered chest. “Everyone stand back.” William ordered as he pressed the shock button.
Jo’s chest rolled, arms raising slightly.
“Shock advised.”
“Clear!”
Jo’s body twitched, back arching.
“Shock advised.”
“Clear!”
Jo’s naked body convulsed, chest shaking as it was filled with electricity. A moment passed. Then, Josephine coughed and sputtered to life. William, Caroline and Jude cheered. William rolled Josephine onto her side, keeping one warm hand on her back. Then, he looked up at Jude and Caroline.
“This is ridiculous. We’re leaving tonight before Jude drowns, too. Go pack up while I check on Josephine.” Jude nodded, pulled Caroline up and led her away.
The moment they were alone, William pulled Josephine into his arms and kissed her, desperately, fingers tangling in her wet hair. Jo weakly raised one hand to cup his cheek. William pulled away, allowing Josephine to catch her breath. “I thought I lost you.”
Josephine smiled, weakly. “You brought me back.”
William returned her smile. “That I did.” He lowered his mouth to her ear. His warm breath tickled Josephine’s ear. “Did you do that on purpose?”
Josephine flushed, stumbling for words breathlessly. “I… Of course I didn’t-”
William cut her off with another kiss. “That was the hottest thing you could have done.”
Josephine smiled, relieved, and nuzzled William’s neck. William ran his fingers through her hair, delicately. “We’re going to have lots of fun together.”
Josephine couldn’t help but agree.
Perspectives
I've been down for an eternity.
Seconds, minutes, hours. All were meaningless. All that mattered was my heart, still, unbeating, in my chest, and your hands, thrusting above it.
After a long day I had decided to go for a swim, not bothering to wait until you got home. Big mistake. You weren't there when I jumped in, just a hair too short, and my head struck the edge of the pool. You weren't there as I sunk, hair floating in a halo around my bleeding head. You weren't there when my chest jerked, sucking in a lungful of cold, chlorinated water. You weren't there when my heart spasmed, spasmed, skipped a beat, and stopped.
You came in later. Seconds, minutes, I couldn't tell. You called my name, alarmed. I felt your big hands, the ones that I was so used to, grabbed my arms rough enough to bruise. (The way we liked it.) My back struck the ground, shoulder blades scraping against the concrete. Your hands were all over me again, my face, my hair, my shoulders. You were ordering, begging me to breathe, but my mind was heavy and my chest felt like lead.
“Come on baby. Breathe.” I heard you order,this time your hands rolled my onto my side, pressing into my distended stomach and slapping between my shoulder blades. Water was forced from my lungs, out through my mouth and nose. My chest felt lighter, but my heart still wasn't beating. You rolled my back, my limp body slapping onto the concrete, I felt your fingers tilt my chin and pinch my nose. Warm breath, your breath, rushed into my lungs, and I hungrily sucked it up. Once. Twice. Then, it was gone, leaving me cold and longing.
Your hands found my chest, in the valley between my breasts, and they thrust. Down and down and down. It hurt. It stung. I felt my ribcage cave, bowing beneath your strong hands. My heart was spasming in my chest to the beat. Your head rested between my breasts, warm cheek against my round Left breast. Then you were gone.
I heard you leave, then return moments later. A buzzing sound. Your hands gripping my bathing suit, tearing it in half, leaving my breasts fully exposed. It wasn't until I felt the cold, round paddles that I realized what was happening. You had grabbed the defibrillator from our playset. There was a jolt. Electricity rolled through my chest, my malfunctioning heart. It burned. My back arched. I slapped against the ground, chest still unmoving.
You cursed before your lips were on mine again, my chest raising, round breasts against your chest. Warmth. Then you were gone.
I felt your hand again, over my heart. My chest was dwarfed in comparison. I heard it before I felt it. A hard slap against my chest. My whole body rocked. My chest ached. Again. And again. Until your head was nestled between my breasts again, but only for a moment before they were replaced by the cold steel of the defibrillator.
Another shock, then another. My chest ached. My heart was in agony. I wanted it to be over, to return to you with sloppy kisses and your hands tugging my hair. The paddled rubbed my breasts again, pressed hard into me. “Please, baby.” You begged. There were tears in your voice as you pressed the button.
The electricity jolted my heart, stopping it. A second. Then two. Then it sputtered back to life, throbbing frantically. My eyes fluttered open, my chest heaving as I coughed.
Your hands were on my back, drawing me into your chest. You pulled me in for a kiss. Wet, desperate, sloppy. Your hands tugged my hair. And our hearts beat, as one.
Of Pirates and CPR
Kai struggled against her restraints, rope biting into her olive skin. She couldn't believe her misfortune. (That single sentence seemed to be the best summary of her time on the Bronze Ranger.)
It had been months since the incident with the sirens. Three long, tedious months. Kai still loved her work. Her parents always said she had a little too much adventurer in her for her own good. But these past three months had been less adventure and more busy work. Ever since Kai's near death experience, her Captain grew quite protective over her. Cyrus simply didn't let her go on scouting missions anymore. He never did it overtly, mind you. No. He didn't want to raise suspicion. He simply had other tasks for her whenever they made land. Unfortunately, Kai was doing more cooking and inventory and swabbing decks these days than actual adventure. Which was frustrating, to say the least.
Finally, after three months of this treatment, Kai confronted him about it. And, when put under pressure, Cyrus finally agreed to let her come on the next mission as a part of a small scouting team comprised of Cyrus, Avlus, Esperanza, and now her. Kai hoped that on this mission she would be able to prove herself. She would finally be able to show Cyrus that she didn't need to be coddled constantly.
What Kai hadn't accounted for was the pirates.
Yes, pirates. While Alvus and Esperanza we're out foraging, a small band of pirates raided their camp. They outnumbered them, and while Kai and her captain put up a good fight and killed off all of them except the gigantic brute of a pirate captain, they were eventually captured, tied up, and dropped unceremoniously beside the fire. Which was just peachy.
Kai glared at the lumbering pirate captain with the crooked nose as he sauntered back and forth between her and Cyrus. He was unbearably cocky for only having two other living crew mates. It was as though he forgot about the dead pirates surrounding them. Or, more probable, he likely didn't care. The thought sent shivers down Kai's spine. She could only pray that Esperanza and Alvus would return soon.
“You see, Cap'n Cyrus,” the pirate drawled, “I have heard of you. I know of your entire operation. I know you wouldn't come to this here forest alone with this little girly here. Where are the rest of your crew?”
“We didn't bring anyone else!” He groaned again. “I told you a thousand times already. This was a secret mission. Meant to be hid from even my crew.”
“D'ya really think I can't smell through your bullshit Cap'n?”
“I'm not entirely convinced you can smell much, sir.” Kai muttered under her breath. “Your veiny and bulbous nose seems to contradict your previous statement.”
It wasn't as “under her breath” as Kai had thought apparently. The pirate stiffened and slowly turned to face her. “Looks like you have a bit of a tough getting on you girly.” He started, morning closer and closer until his hand latched onto her jaw. Kai tried not to gag as she was forced to smell his breath. “Why don't we cut it out?”
Kai's eyes flicked to the shining silver metal in the pirates hand. Before he could do anything, however, a sharp breath drew both her and her captor’s attention.
Kai’s eyes flicked towards the sound where she saw Cyrus tense and seething, watching the pirate captain with a terrifying ferocity. The pirate captain narrowed his eyes, realizing something. “Oh.”
Kai gasped as she was dragged roughly by her hair to the space before Cyrus. The pirate spoke again, a knowing arrogance in his voice.
“Does it bother you, Cap'n, to see your crew hurt?” The pirate asked, dragging a dirty fingernail down the side of Kai's face. Cyrus tensed in response. “Well, we don't have to play dirty here Cap'n. If you tell me where your crew is then I'll let little girly over here go.”
Cyrus remained silent, but his eyes flashed with doubt. The pirate saw this and smiled. “Maybe you need a little motivation to jog your memory.”
He clutched Kai's face in his grimy hands and drew the knife from his belt. He inched it closer and closer to her face, until he was bodily leaning over Kai. “Back to my earlier point, missy.” He drawled. “Let's see about removing that tongue of yours.”
Before he could get any closer, Kai reeled up and smashed the top of her head directly into the pirate captain's crooked nose. He cried out, jerking back as his hands flew to his face. The world was silent as everyone around the fire watched with bated breath, waiting for the pirate's next move.
Suddenly his hand struck out in a flash, backhanding the side of Kai's face with a loud crack. Kai's eyes filled with stars and her ears ringed as the world spun around her. Dully, she heard the pirate's voice. “Bitch! You're going to pay for that!”
Kai turned and saw that the pirate had completely forgotten about any interrogation that motivated him prior. No. Now he was out for revenge.
He lunged for her, tackling her to the hard packed dirt below. His fingers wrapped around her slender neck, digging into her skin, closing her esophagus as the pirate squeezed. Kai struggled, mouth gaping in an attempt to breathe. She heard Cyrus saying something from a distance, but she was unable to make out any words. Kai's head spun as the pirate squeezed and squeezed and squeezed. Saliva dribbled from her mouth as she tried desperately to draw in a breath. Her eyes watered and tears ran down her cheeks as her stinging lungs begged for oxygen for what felt like hours. And still the pirate squeezed.
Darkness encroached in the corners of Kai's vision. She felt as though she was floating. She would have thought herself dead if she didn't still feel the pirate's fingernails digging painfully into her throat. Her chest heaved once, twice, in a desperate plea for oxygen. Then, no more as her heart spasmed, spasmed, stilled.
“NO!” Cyrus cried, straining against the ropes binding his arms. “YOU BASTARD! WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE-”
“You're never going to get outta here, Cap'n.” The pirate snapped, his voice oddly cold considering the atrocity he just committed. He got to his feet, stepping over Kai's prone body. He casually wiped at his bleeding nose with the back of his hand before continuing. “This whole bullshit has taken far too much time outta my life. Of course I'd love ta stick it to ya expedition cunts. While stealing your ship and leaving ya stranded on a desert island would be ideal, I think leaving your crew Cap'nless would suffice.”
Cyrus was about to object, to cry out, to ridicule this bastard for his lack of honor, when something caught the corner of his eye. A flash of red. A shock of sandy yellow hair. Esperanza! Alvus! They came back! He met his first mate's forest green eyes and a silent understanding passed between them. Esperanza slowly stepped out of the brush, feet landing as lightly as a cat. She began to stalk forward towards the pirate captain.
Alvus looked anxious. The medic clearly wanted to rush to Kai's side, to save the young crewmate. But the blond had always been a healer, never a fighter. The gentle man didn't have it in him. So, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay hidden in the bushes.
Cyrus snapped his attention back to the pirate captain, mind whirring. He needed to create a distraction. He needed to help Esperanza so he could save Kai. “So you're to take the cowards way out? To not even give me a fighting chance? Some great pirate captain you are.”
“The greatest leaders know not to pick battles they will lose.”
“So you admit you'd lose?”
The pirate stiffened, before scoffing. “I know what you're doing, lad. Trying to play to my ego.” The brute stepped closer, until he was kneeling in front of Cyrus, their noses inches apart. He smiled before speaking again, his voice coming out in a sore whisper.
“And also know the words of a man vying for time.”
Cyrus jerked back. “ESPERANZA! NOW!”
The fiery headed woman leapt for the pirate captain, daggers flashing in the firelight. She looked more beast than man, a snarl painted on her usually pretty face. Esperanza latched onto the pirate's back, blades digging into his shoulder and stomach. The huge man reared back, spinning in a futile attempt of dislodging his attacker. Esperanza just twisted her daggers, lodging them deeper.
But still the brute stood, adrenaline allowing him to fight back. He reached back, dirty hand tangling in Esperanza's long red hair, jerking her up over his shoulder and slamming her into the ground. Esperanza lay there, breath knocked out of her, struggling to breathe, move, do anything as the livid pirate loomed over her. He kicked her once, twice, three times in the head, each blow landing with a sickening crack. “YOU. FUCKING. BITCH!”
When the dust cleared, the pirate towered over the body of Esperanza, head bleeding profusely as her chest rose and fell inconsistently, drawing in rattley breaths. The captain turned back to Cyrus, furious. His lips parted in a sick smile. He took a stumbling step forward, falling to his knees. His hand pressed into his stomach in a vain attempt to slow the blood flow. “This is what happens when you try to fight back against me!” He spat, looking half mad. “Ha! Look at what you did! You're the reason your crew mates are dying! This is what you caused! This is what you get! Your crew mates are dying and there is nothing-”
The pirate was cut off by a knife in his throat. His hands flew to his neck, eyes widening in shock as he compulsively coughed up more and more blood. He teetered in place for a moment before his body fell to the earth with a loud thump.
Alvus stood behind him, shaking hand clutching a bloodied knife. His wide eyes filled with tears. Cyrus then realized with a pit in his stomach that this was the first time Alvus had to kill.
Alvus stood shell shocked over the dead Captain's body. I had to! He told himself. I had to! I had to!
“Alvus!” Cyrus called. At the sound of his name the medic snapped back into reality. He blinked the tears from his eyes, shaking his head a little before running to Cyrus, quickly cutting him loose from his bonds. He then turns back to the two crewmates lying on the ground.
“Go check on Kai, see if she's breathing and has a pulse.” The medic asked, unable to hide the waver in his voice. Cyrus nodded, running to the youngest crew mate. While the captain checked on Kai, Alvus shifted his attention to Esperanza. She was still bleeding from her head wound, but her breathing evened out.
“I- I don't think Kai is breathing!” Cyrus cried out.
Fuck. “Bring her here!”
Cyrus gently scooped Kai up with shaking arms before taking her and laying her down next to Esperanza. His chest felt tight. Not again! Oh God, please not again! This was all too familiar. The stillness of her chest. The blue tinge to her lips. It would have been a picture perfect recreation of the Siren attack if it wasn't for the ring of purple bruises dotting her neck.
Alvus turned to Kai, hovering his cheek over her mouth, biting his lower lip when no air rose to meet him. He moved his ear to her chest, failing to hear any intake of air nor best of her heart. The medic cursed. “How long was she out?”
“Not long. Maybe a minute.”
Alvus shifted so that he was on his knees beside Kai's chest. He curled his hands into fists, finding the correct placement between the girl's small, perky breasts. He started compressions, pushing hard against her still chest, the force causing her head to rock.
“Cyrus! I bought a med bag. It should be somewhere around camp. Did the pirates take it?”
“No, not that I can remember.”
“Good. I need you to find it ASAP!”
Alvus counted out the pumps, stopping when he reached thirty. The medic then leaned down, tilting Kai's head back and parting her full lips. He took a deep breath before crashing his lips to hers, creating a tight seal. He exhaled, forcing a breath into her idle lungs watching as her breasts rose against her tunic. Alvus broke the lip lock, watching Kai's stomach fall as she exhaled on reflex before forcing a second breath deep into her chest.
The medic felt for a pulse in her slender wrists, ignoring the flip in his stomach when he was met with none. “Come on Kai…” He pleaded before shifting hair focus back to chest compressions.
Across the camp, Cyrus cried out triumphantly. “I found it!” The captain ran back to the medic, slamming the medkit into the ground beside him.
Alvus glanced up for moment before snapping his focus back to his patient. “Good. Now I need you to watch Esperanza, monitor her closely. Tell me if anything about her condition changes, seizures, uneven breathing, regaining consciousness, anything.” He said between thrusts on Kai's still chest. Cyrus nodded, turning his attention to his first mate lying behind him.
Alvus leaned down, forcing two more breaths into Kai's chest, causing her throat to bulge as it accepted the air. Her breasts rose and fell in conjunction to Alvus's exhales, but refused to work on their own. The medic sighed before turning to his medkit and pulling out supplies.
He drew out his steam powered defibrillator, allowing it to heat over the campfire. He turned back to Kai, pausing when he saw her tunic. He drew out his knife almost instinctively, flinching as he saw the metal still slick with blood. He felt his chest tighten. No. Alvus told himself. No. Focus. The medic cut Kai's tunic down the middle, revealing her round breasts still wrapped in their bindings. Alvus made quick work of those as well, Kai's breasts jiggling as he tore away the fabric. Kai was left prone and exposed on the hard packed earth, her nipples puckering in the cool night air.
Alvus placed his head in the middle of her still chest, straining to hear anything as his ear pressed into her soft round breast. He sighed when he heard nothing.
Once again, Alvus was forced into the all to familiar scenario of giving his crewmate chest compressions. He was forced to pump up and down between her perky breasts. He was forced to make her dead heart beat. He was forced to watch as her breasts jiggled and her stomach puffed as he attempted to bring her back. Come on Kai. Come on! Come on!
Alvus heard a noise. A gurgling breath. But, he realized, stomach sinking, it wasn't coming from Kai.
“Alvus!” Cyrus cried, voice panicked.
The medic shifted his focus to the first mate who lay beside him. Esperanza was convulsing, eyes rolled back into her head, back arched, and foamy saliva leaking from mouth, wetting her parted lips.
Fuck! Alvus thought, finishing his compressions. “Cyrus, trade places with me! Resuscitate Kai, like you did before. Two breaths to thirty compressions!” He called out before stepping over Kai to Esperanza's side.
Cyrus knodded, scrambling beside Kai before crashing his mouth to her slack blue lips and giving her a rescue breath. Satisfied, Alvus turned his attention to Esperanza. She had stopped seizing, her breath coming in short raspy gasps. Her back arched and her face contorted in a mask of pain. Come on Esperanza! You've got this! Fight! Alvus pleaded. Esperanza remained tensed for a moment, then another. Finally she fell limp, her head lolling to the side as her chest fell.
And failed to rise again.
“No!” Alvus cried, head flying to the first mate's breast, waiting, waiting, waiting for any sign of life.
There was none.
“Fuck!” Alvus cried. The medic unsheathed his knife again and tore through the red headed woman's shirt and bindings, exposing her ivory chest to the night. Esperanza's newly freed breasts bounced as they fell.
“What's happening?!” Cyrus asked between rocking compressions.
“Esperanza stopped breathing!” Alvus answered, using his fingers to try to clear the Esperanza's airway of the foam. Satisfied with his work, Alvus then lowered his mouth on top of hers, watching as Esperanza's cheeks expanded and her throat bulged as the air traveled down her esophagus to her ample chest. Pale pink nipples rose and fell as the first mate accepted one breath, and then another.
Alvus removed his lips from Esperanza's warm, slick ones and shifted his attention to her chest. He placed his hands between her large breasts and began to pump, hard and fast, watching as her large freckles breasts bounced and shuddered. He watched as her taut stomach stretched from the force of the compressions, rising and falling and rising again.
Beside him, Cyrus continued resuscitating Kai. His large, calloused hands engulfed her frail chest as they pumped up and down and up and down. His thumb brushed against her left nipple, causing it to constrict. But still the captain continued, violently massaging the silent muscle that lay inches beneath his palm. Trying not to think about how terribly similar this was to the sirens.
The large man leaned down once more, forcing a large breath into Kai's lungs, watching as her ribs poked beneath her skin, a tight slope forming on her belly. A second breath hissed into her now blue, cold lips. Then, Cyrus pressed his ear to the center of her small chest, waiting. Waiting. Waiting…
“I think I hear something!”
Alvus snapped his attention to Cyrus, eyebrows raising as he finished another round of compressions on Esperanza. “Good! Good! Okay. Switch places with me again. Try to get a Rhythm on Esperanza.”
Alvus then slid into place beside Kai, pressing an ear into her round breast. Sure enough, he did hear a faint, irregular beat. The medic took the paddles from the machine next to Kai and pressed them hard against her chest before pressing the shock button.
THUMP!
Kai tensed, chest jumping and muscles flexing beneath her skin. Her back crashed into the earth again, breasts wobbling from the force. Two small burns marked her chest where the paddles had been placed, but Alvus didn't have time to worry about that. The medic returned his head to the center of her chest before cursing as he still heard the irregular beat.
“Come on Kai…” He murmured, hand gently rubbing the spot above her little quivering heart, as though that would help. He sighed, returning the paddles to the proper positions on her chest.
THUMP!
Kai's chest spasmed as the jolt rolled through her. Her back left the ground once more, toes curling and arms twitching. Her round breasts shuddered as her chest shoved against the paddles before crashing back to the earth again. Her head lolled to the side, blue lips parted and face still slack.
Alvus leaned his head back into the center of Kai's chest, but before he could strain to hear her heart, he was cut off by a cheer from his captain.
“Esperanza has a heartbeat too! But she's still not breathing and it sounds… off.”
“Okay! That's a good sign. You saw what I was doing to Kai?” Alvus asked. Cyrus nodded, eying the machine between them cautiously. “I need you to do that to Esperanza. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, I think I can…” Cyrus said cautiously, picking up the paddles and placing them on the redheads chest.
“No, not there. Move one above her right breast and the other to the left of her ribcage. Once they're in place, press the buttons.” Alvus explained.
Cyrus complied, correcting the paddle position and letting the machine charge. “Good. Keep changing between shocks and breaths until you bring her back or…” Alvus couldn't bring himself to say. Cyrus understood though, mouth pressed into a grim line and nodding before pressing the buttons.
Esperanza jerked, her large pale breasts quivering from the shock. A muscle in her neck tightened, straining against the pale skin.
Satisfied with Cyrus’ work, Alvus refocused on Kai, taking a deep breath and forcing it past her bruised throat and into her battered lungs. Her ribs poked beneath her skin, pulling her belly taught. His breath escaped her lips again as he pulled away, forcing the medic to push another breath down her bulging throat and puffed cheeks.
Alvus pulled back just in time to watch Esperanza’s body tense under the roll of electricity from his machine. Her back arched, jerking her well endowed chest up and causing her now pale blue nipples to quiver. Her toes pulled in, shaking slightly. The world was still as her back hit the hard packed earth again, a jolt running though her body. A second passed. And then, the red haired woman drew in a shaky breath, and then another. Her breasts rose as her lungs sucked in air independently.
“Yes!” Cyrus cried, hands grasping at his first mate’s forearms, tears in his grey eyes. Then he quickly removed his coat, covering Esperanza's prone, breathing form. “She’s back! She’s back.”
Alvus couldn’t help the slow smile spreading over his face, relief filling his heart. It quickly disappeared, however, when his eyes caught a glance of Kai’s still form. “Give me the machine. We still have work to do.”
Cyrus pushed the machine toward Alvus, shifting himself to be closer to Kai. Alvus took the paddles and firmly pressed them into Kai’s chest, breasts swaying as he brushed past them. “Clear!”
THUMP! The cadet’s lithe body seized, head lolling to the side and small breasts wobbling. Her toned stomach formed a tight slope asher back arched, ribs jutting beneath olive skin that has long since lost its luster. Alvus didn’t know what he was expecting when her body hit the floor again. For her to gasp awake like she did with the sirens. For her to come back to life like Esperanza did just moments before. He knew, after so many months at sea, to not hope for anything. But he couldn’t stop the faint glimmer rising in his chest.
He couldn’t stop it from getting crushed moments later when Kai’s chest still refused to rise.
With a sinking feeling in his gut, Alvus pressed his ear to the cadet’s far too still chest, only to be met with perfect, terrifying silence.
The medic rose, hand flying to his mouth as tears filled his eyes. He had thought… He had hoped… He had tried so, so hard...
Kai was dead. Dead like all those he had failed in the past. Dead like the pirate laying not twenty feet away, his blood still staining the medic’s hand. Kai was dead and now her face would haunt his dreams, like all the rest.
“Alvus?” Cyrus asked, voice sounding small.
The medic’s eyes snapped open. No. “Start compressions.”
“What-”
“Start compressions now, dammit!” The normally patient man barked.
Cyrus obliged, hands engulfing the girl’s chest once again and pumping. Hard.
‘No!’ Alvus thought, charging the machine again. ‘I refuse. I refuse to fail my captain. I refuse to fail Kai. I refuse to kill another person tonight!’
“...twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty!”
Alvus furiously crashed his mouth onto Kai’s, hating the feel of her cold, slac, blue lips. But there was no other option. Her chest rose and fell. Her breasts swayed from the air forced inside her lungs. He listened for a heartbeat… none.
“Give her a precordial thump. Slap her chest, hard!” Cyrus obeyed, rising to his knees to get better leverage. His hand fell to the middle of Kai’s bruised chest, flat palm brushing against an erect nipple. He rose his other fist, before crashing it back into Kai’s chest. SLAP!
The cadet’s breasts jiggled from the rebound, back arching slightly.
“Harder.” Alvus demanded.
SLAP!
“Harder!”
SLAP!
“HARDER!” SLAP!
“Move!” Alvus ordered, half shoving Cyrus out of the way. The medic’s head fell to her chest, his cheek brushing one of Kai’s soft, round breasts.
“Her heart’s trying. Pass me the paddles!”
Cyrus moved like a well oiled machine, no hesitation. Alvus forced the paddles deep into her chest, leaving impressions in her tan skin. “Clear!” Kai shuddered, abdominal muscles flexing, legs pulling together, breasts jiggling. Her head lolled to the side, blue lips parting.
As she fell back to the ground, Kai drew in a stuttery, shallow breath.
“YES! Yes! Thank the Gods, yes!” Alvus said, hands flying to his curly, golden hair. Tears trailed down his freckled cheeks, catching the medic off guard.
Noticing this, Cyrus put his strong arm around Alvus’s shoulders. “You did it Alvus. You did it.”