F/M, Dark Cardiophilia, Strangulation, Unothodox Resus Methods, Mouth to Mouth, Mouth to Nose, Nonconsensual touching
The trail is quiet except for the sound of birds and the leaves crunching under the young girl’s shoes. She's petite, brunette and fit, jogging briskly up the sandy path. The wind pushes her already tiny skirt up her thighs and her top rides up, exposing her belly button.
She smiles politely as she passes a man she thinks might be a little older than herself, maybe twenty-nine at the most.
He has a broader build, rounded core, and shaggy hair. He tips his head down with a smile before speaking, “dangerous for someone like yourself to be out here all alone.”
“That's why I come in the middle of the day,” she laughs, “a bit warmer, but definitely safer. Thanks for the concern, but I do this all the time.”
“Well, you know what they say,” he mutters as she turns her back to him, “it only takes once.”
The man lunges at her with lightning speed, wrapping his arm around her neck in a tight chokehold. He can feel her throat flex as she tries to scream, but the only sounds that escape are wet gurgles as she chokes.
She kicks, pushing dirt and leaves out from under her feet as she fights to get some kind of grip, but the ground is too slick. She digs her nails into the man’s forearm, clawing at him as she thrashes, which seems to only make him more excited.
She can feel the large bulge in his pants pressed tight against her ass, his chest flush with her back.
Her head is starting to feel fuzzy and her ears are ringing. Her tongue juts out over her bottom lip as drool begins to drip down her chin, her mouth agape as she tries to suck in any air past the blockage. Her chest spasms as her oxygen-starved lungs beg for breath. The pressure in her chest is building painfully as she feels her arms get heavy. She weakly slaps at the man’s arm before they fall limp at her sides.
The last thing she hears as her eyes roll back and her vision grows dark is the man’s husky whisper, hot breath ghosting the shell of her ear, “don't worry, I'll take good care of you.”
The young woman goes still, head lolling forward and arms dangling at her sides. The stranger wraps his hands under her armpits and around her chest, dragging her onto a more secluded part of the trail.
He lays her flat on her back, brushing the hair away from her face. Her lips are blue, and her mouth twitches with every agonal gasp. He leans down pressing his ear between her perky breasts just over her heart. It hasn't stopped, but the rhythm is irregular. He listens as her heart stumbles and stutters before her chest goes silent.
When he looks back up to her face, her mouth is wide open and her eyes stare lifeless at the sky.
He slowly moves his hand to cup her breast through her top, grabbing and groping as he lets his eyes roam over her helpless body. He leans over her, hand still on her chest, and seals his lips over hers pushing a slow, deep breath into her lungs. He can feel her breast push up into his palm as her chest rises with his breath.
Without breaking the seal, he pulls the breath back out of her and into his own lungs before blowing it back in. He does this over and over until his own head is light and spinning. He breaks the seal of their mouths with a wet pop, chest heaving as he feeds his own starved lungs.
He leans back over her, crossing his hands between her breasts and presses his weight into her. The little air she had left in her lungs is pushed from her throat with a loud, wet wheeze. When he releases, her chest recoiling and breasts shaking, he hears the slightest huff as air is sucked back into her lungs.
He pushes that air out, too. “The only air you get is mine, when I say so.”
He rolls his shoulders forward over his hands, pumping down into her chest again and again. He grunts with the effort of the compressions, pushing her ribs to popping. “27, 28, 29, 30!” He presses his mouth over hers again, pushing in another hot breath. Again. Hmph…pwah! Hmph…pwah!
“I thought you'd be a fighter, come on!” He growls as he slams his fist down onto her sternum with a loud thump that echoes through the trees.
He straddles her to start another cycle of hard compressions. Pump! Pump! Pump! Her flat stomach bulges and ripples with each forceful thrust into her heart, and where he's sat astride her hips, it grinds just right against the hard, aching cock in his jeans. He groans as he leans forward again, this time planting his hand over her mouth and sealing his lips over her nose, blowing in a hard breath.
Her chest rises, breasts pressing against his own chest as he pushes more air through her nostrils.
He sits up, reaching for the pocket knife in his pocket and flipping it open with a click. He presses the shining blade under the bottom hem of her short top, slicing with ease through the thin material. Her breasts jiggle when they're released from the tight fabric.
He gasps and his eyes widen when he sees how hard her nipples are. “Oh, you like this, too, don't you,” he says, reaching down and pinching one of her bluish nipples hard between his thumb and index finger.
He keeps tugging at her nipple as he pushes down on her sternum with his other hand. He dips his head, lapping at one of the hard buds with his tongue before sucking it fully into his mouth. He mouths at her chest as he reaches down, pressing his fingers into the femoral artery on her inner thigh. There's still nothing, and his lips spread into a sinister smile. “You're not done yet, are you?”
He slides the pointed blade down her flat stomach before cutting through the thin fabric of her panties. Reaching down he slips his fingers through the soaked folds, “god, look how wet you are, even unconscious. I can only imagine how horny you'd be if you knew what was happening to your body.”
He plants his knees on either side of her hips again, pushing his laced hands down hard into her sternum for another thirty violent compressions. Her stomach rolls and her legs shake as her body is rocked by the man’s strong hands. He leans down, shoving his tongue into her slack mouth before pushing in another deep breath. Her chest strains as he keeps pushing more air into her lungs. Once she's full, he pinches her nose and flattens his hand over her mouth. He stares at her bulging stomach and breasts forced into the air and he feels his cock twitch. He releases her mouth, pressing his hand into her stomach to force the air out again.
He pushes in two more breaths before starting rough compressions again. Sweat drips down his face and chest as he continues CPR. Breathe. Pump. Breathe. Pump. Again and again he continues this cycle. Her body is starting to feel cool to the touch, but he refuses to let such a beauty die.
He slams his fist down over her heart again and her body shakes, breasts and thighs jiggling as her head drops to the side. He really wishes he'd decided to bring the AED now, he thinks as he blows another breath into her mouth.
He plants his hands over her bruised chest for another cycle when he hears a small hic as the young woman’s chest twitches under his hands.
“That's it, that's it, darlin’. Fight,” he mutters, pumping compressions into her heart to set a rhythm.
She’s gasping, struggling to draw in a full breath, and her eyes are rolling as her arms and legs twitch and spasm.
“Easy, I've got you,” he whispers, sealing his lips over hers and pushing in a slow, deep breath.
He cradles her head with one hand, pumping his other into her chest making her breasts wobble.
Her eyes are still glassy and far away as she reaches up and tries to weakly knock his hands away from her chest.
“I know it hurts, but I have to. Your heart’s still not steady enough to beat on its own,” he coos as he pets her hair, ramming the heel of his hand down into her sternum.
She huffs with each compressions, still choking on what little air she tries to suck in on her own.
“I'm going to breathe for you, just relax.” He seals his mouth over her spasming lips and breathes in slow and deep. Trying to gasp on her own against his breaths causes her to gag, her chest twitching under his hand. He starts to breathe into her in time with her own ragged gasps, helping her chest rise.
“There we go. You take my air. You breathe when I let you,” he growls against her mouth.
Once her breathing evens out and her eyes seem to gain some lucidity, a switch flips on the man’s face and his voice drips with concern, “oh my god, you're breathing! Can you hear me? Ma’am?”
When her eyes land on him, she jerks back, fear evident on her face, “y-you! You, you,” she stammers on the word, trying to pull away from the stranger.
His brows draw up in confusion, “we passed each other on the trail back there. You suddenly started gasping and choking and you were turning blue! You fainted and I did CPR on you, but you're okay now! You're breathing! I saved you!”
She looks confused, but ultimately relents. “Thank you,” she whispers, hoarse and breathless.
“Don't thank me yet, let's get you to the hospital,” he says, helping lift her to her feet, “can you walk?”
“I don't think so,” she mumbles, swaying into the man’s side. He’s warm, and he smells so good, she thinks as her eyes slip closed.
The stranger scoops her up in an easy bridal carry, walking back up the trail toward his car. Little did she know, there won't be a hospital, but he will be her doctor. As long as she can last.
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