Throbbing, it was throbbing as if she was drowning expelling every drop of energy she had. Her heart was exploding in a symphony of panicking beats, music to my ears. My fingers dug deep producing another lovely sound that of a hand tightly gripping leather. Legs raising and falling, failing to escape the tight straps. Eyes watering and face ready to pop; these were the attributes of someone choking someone dying. At least her heart was as my grip tightened around her neck, the muscles pounding slowed and got ever deeper. Though she was not enjoying it, dry as a bone, in fact, I was wetter than a dog lapping water. My victim was entering my favorite stage, just on the cusp of failure, my hand released and the girl coughed and spat inhaling deeply, and just as her lungs filled a balled fist slammed into her gut knocking the wind out of her. As she suffocated differently, the spastic heart skipped and paced up, getting rapid as it struggled to intake what little oxygen I allowed. The final step my favorite part of my little game, I pressed my ear deep into the chest of the shaking victim and pierced a blade into her heart. You could almost make out the moment the organ shook, stopping for a split second as the steel interrupted its rhythm. My orgasm was violent, and as the beating slowed to a stop, and I listen to my subject die. It was quick work after that, open the chest and carve out the little thing, into a jar it went and onto the shelf, with the others.
My name is Clara, to my peers, I am a dog, another German Shepard in the big city nothing to look twice at. To the world, I am a killer, an unknown killer whose victims fall prey to my desire to hear hearts suffer. My first and first time was with a male, a Sheepdog, nothing special. However, forgetting the pounding pain his heart was in as I lodged a pen into his chest, unforgettable. First and last time with a male, who needs sex when you can get off just fine to the real sorrow to a crying girl with big tits, and a big heart. No one understands my addiction, I listen to beats everywhere I go, earbuds in I listen to the relaxing sounds of hearts. It keeps me calm god forbid I hear a fast one, wouldn’t be the first time I left a park bench wet. Unfortunately, my center doesn’t please me. Stethoscope and all not one beat from my own heart get me off, no amount of rubbing or nipple biting does it for me.
I am a watcher, I pick my victims based on three factors Female, Visible heartbeat, and frail. I stopped at men after the first one gave me a terrific black eye. Stunned as he was punctured organ and all he was a lot to put up with even as he was dying.
The current target and beauty before me is a 21-year-old college student, tight muscular legs with a solid build. I know a rule you just came to understand was they needed to be frail. However, for my next little experiment, this one needed to be healthy. She was a track runner and highly fit in high school. She retained this mass, and since I knew her heart pounded away under those clothes even at rest, long after her chest became cushioned beneath those lovely mounds, it juggled just under the surface — such a strong heart. I had been stalking her for months, and we were catching up from the good old days.
“You should stop by my new place,” I said, hoping for a yes. I had been meeting like this for a few weeks. She blushed slightly, “I don’t want to bother you.” “I asked, nothing much else is going on today for me unless you have studies.” I could tell she was thinking about it after I finished, I took another sip of coffee. “Sure, I’d like to see it. From what you say, it has a nice view.” A great view with no one around, I thought, “That’s great, I’ll drive.” I said. We paid and quickly arrived at my place; I was excited, maybe too excited. She mentioned I was grinning the entire ride. Playing it off as nerves, she entered the house, and so came the needle. She jolted as a cat would just sprayed with water, “Clara wha-” Before she could finish, she clutched her chest, mouth agape in pain. The look in her eyes of a frightened animal, fear. She collapsed to the floor out like a light. I closed the door, rubbing my hands together, feeling aroused to the defenseless female on my carpet. Keeping it together I lifted her up and downstairs we went.
The first thing that always happened was the fingers moved, twitching awake as the last of the M99 exited the system, all the pain killers flowing through her body made her a bit numb, drowsier than my regular patients. Adding to the fun a mirror had been hung just above her so she too could see what was happening. I imagine it’s a strange thing seeing something on your chest move, the tired eyes widened her breath staggered and of course as expected, but this one louder than others, a scream. It was muffled in the padded room no place for the crying girl’s howls to go, she screamed at my approach and tried to bite as my hand wrapped around her muzzle. “Shhhhhhh,” I prompted, “No one will ever hear you.” I let go, and amazingly, my piercing eyes told her it was real, and she stared off away from the mirror sniffling. “Wa-what are you going to do?” She barely shivered to say. “Just a little examination.”
I grinned circling a finger on her exposed stomach, rubbing her blood in her fur. She had reason to be afraid, and I had more than enough reason to be excited. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t cum the moment I saw it. Cutting her open was smooth, and the rib spreaders did most of the work. I swallowed hard as the cutaway the pericardium. And lost myself completely at the sight of her exposed beating heart.
I sat there free in the open air, splashing the pooled blood around. For my first time cutting open a live body, I can’t say it was too bad. I squished her breasts together over the organ. Too bad she couldn’t feel her chest, I thought. “It would be a hilarious headline ‘Girls dies as her breasts crush her heart.’” I smiled, she shuttered, and more tears followed. “No fun,” I said, finally getting to the source of all this. I got as close as possible my eyes taking in every pulsing vein and artery. Such a strong heart, I could resist no longer and wrapped my fingers around it. “NO!” She howled again, and I did not hear, I was too transfixed on the warmth, the beating of a living heart in the palm of my hand. “This is you,” I said. “Your life force, it beats so proudly for its owner. One little squeeze is all it takes.” I lightly gripped it, and her breath shortened and got faster. She moaned in pain, for all it was worth clearly, she could feel my grip. It was exhilarating.
My hand was buried in my pants. I felt my own heart pounding away; I wanted it to be closer. I laid down on top of her mt chest into hers. Our hearts were pounding against one another, grinding myself against her body. I tightened a belt around her muzzle to silence her screaming, and close her breathing down a bit. Over and over, I came to the pleasure of this beating. My fun was dying, and clearly so was she. I had been a bit rough, and the organ had suffered from it. I had yet another idea, and I gripped a hand around it again. “Cry for me.” I softly whispered into her ear. I squeezed the ball of muscle heart. Her red pounder spazzed in my hand, trying to force blood to flow correctly. After a moment of struggling it nearly stopped, and I let go it lightly beat uselessly slowing to a halt. She was officially, dead. Of course, why let the fun end there?
I squeezed it, and again and again. My hand became her lifeline now, and as I massaged the organ back to a pulse, I let go, and she stirred alive again. Her heart was weak, her will to live was excellent, and as a final act of torment. I unstrapped one of her hands. She failed at me, of course, backing me away, immediately trying to undo the other to no success. She put the hand over her chest feeling her own heart, she looked terrified asking with her eyes, What now? I grinned, “This will continue forever girl, you have the power to end your suffering…” She swallowed, at the same time, the medicine to keep the pain at bay was fading fast. She wrapped a hand round her own heart. “Ah, ah, ahh.” I tsked a finger. “Squeeze it, it stops yes, you die but what stops me from bringing you back?”
I loved the conflict in her eyes, watching a creature struggle with the immense desire to live and the wanting of this pain to stop. One outweighed the other, she took a deep breath gripped hard onto her heart and pulled with all her might. Blood exploded from bursting veins; she nearly tore it out before slumping back onto the table. My moans of pleasure finished, squirting all over the floor. I panted, heart-pounding away it was amazing.
I stepped over to the corpse; her heart wasn’t even quivering in her grip it was destroyed, crushed. I couldn’t keep this one but the memory I would cherish forever. Next time I thought, Next time needed to be better, cleaner. Moreover, I already had a victim in mind. She was like me a great enthusiast of the heart, and she was dying to have another join her for a listen in. I licked my lips, “Another like me, this will be divine.” I chuckled wiping the still-warm blood from my muzzle.
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