Ladies and gentlemen, my blog is explicit in nature, therefore I must limit it to those who are 18+ I can't explain it, but the act of Resus has always turned me on. The pleasure of watching compressions and defibrillation is is unrivaled for me. My primate brain says that it is the struggle for life or death that excites me. My primal brain says that it is a question of control and submission. My reptilian brain says screw it, balance the two and let's get crackin'!
The pounding of her rapid pulse burst through her head, all but overwhelming her. Her breath came in shallow, ragged, gasps, and she could taste blood in her mouth. She knew that her race was through, her strength had flagged.
His footsteps echoed off of the tunnel walls, the hard soles of his shoes clacking loudly. He had chased her for a good long while, slowly wearing her down. The single remaining bulb didnāt cast much light, but it was enough to illuminate the far end of the tunnel, so he knew that she had gone to ground.
āTick tock. Tick tock. I have all night baby, we can play like this for hours.ā
She consciously made her breathing slow, and quiet. She didnāt want to end up like some horror movie cliche, killed because of loud breathing. Still, as she watched him close the distance, her flight seemed futile. Her alcove was cast in shadow, but still he came.
Painā¦ what pain. I opened my eyes as much as I could, but it was hard to see with the harsh glare of the light. āWhere at I?ā The thought barely registered in my head before a sharp stab of fire landed through my body. My back arced and I bit down on a wooden bar in my mouth. God it hurt!
A voice came from the edge of the light. āLooks like my patient has finally woken up.ā I knew that voice, had heard it every day for the past several years, since the day of our wedding. āCome now sweetie, surely you didnāt think it would end that quickā
The pain came back, stronger than before, the fire coursing through my body, cleaving my thoughts in two. I cried out, but the wooden bar stifled my screams.
āElectro shock therapy can be quite effective at correcting troubled minds. It can also be quite useful for inflicting pain!ā The fire shot through me again, dimming my vision. Calling what was happening to me a therapy, was a stretch. More like being hooked up to an outlet, while sitting in a tub of water. There was no order to the pain, it came from different points with each shock.
Finally it stopped. My body crashed back onto the slab, and thatās exactly what it was. Cold, metallic; a slab. My arms were strapped down tight, as were my feet.
I heard the footsteps moving closer to me, and I could see the outline in the light. A hand pressed firmly beneath the left side of my chest, causing my to flinch. I could feel my heart pounding against the bone, it ached to escape. The pressure grew firmer, more insistent than before. Now my heart skipped beats, the pressure throwing it out of rhythm.
Ive been going through my old posts and found my very first story. I thought some of you might enjoy rereading it or maybe youāve never read it before.
Found my sweetheart lying on the bed unconscious, with her shirt open and her breasts wrapped inside her sexy bra. I took out the paddles and rubbed them together. Charging them at 360 I zapped her hard. Her chest arched up high with her breasts trying to pop her bra open..
Zapped her 3 times....!!!
Still no pulse....!!!
What should I do?
Should I tear her bra open and continue to jolt her breast? Or should I time call it?
This is my first real post back. My personal life took a huge downturn a while back and I just havenāt been in a good mental space to write. With that said, things are getting better and I think I can constructively let the darkness out a bit, under close supervision. I hope you enjoy.
***Trigger Warnings: CnC, Violence, Dark Cardiophilia ***
The clacking of the keys on my keyboard drifted down the hall. I was furiously typing a reply to a last minute email, which had promised āonly a few minutes of your time is neededā over two hours ago. That bitch Rachel in accounting was demanding yet another change to the upcoming software release. Apparently āthe amount of clicks required to accomplish basic tasks is excessive. More automation is required.ā That was her way of saying āIām too damned lazy to do my job so I want someone to do it for me.ā
At this point I was the only one left in IT, the rest of our crew having abandoned me to my fate two hours back. I knew that most everyone else was also gone for the long holiday weekend. Hell, ninety percent of the company had left at three and I hardly doubted that there were five or six people left in the building. Happily Iād be done in another few minutes and I could race to catch the last train of the night. If I missed it Iād have to pay for a cab back to the suburbs and that would be pricey.
I could hear her saying goodbye to the rest of her team as they walked down the hall. She promised to get drinks with them sometime over the weekend but begged off plans for tonight. She said something about meeting some friends from out of town and then swore as she said sheād forgotten her purse. The others turned to leave and Rachel caught sight of me and she grinned that sorority presidentās smile.
āI need that change done for the 8am directors meeting on Monday. I know itās last minute but I already approved the overtime with Mr Farris. He said to use whatever resources I needed but that if we donāt have that implemented on time that heads would roll.ā
I stared at her and tried to remember that she couldnāt possibly know just how impossible that was. My entire team was hours gone now. Sure I could do it alone but Iād be in the office until early morning and then Iād have to stay in the city overnight.
āLook Rachel Iād love to help butā¦ā
āI knew I could count on you!ā She interrupted. Then she turned her perky little ass around and headed for her desk.
I just stood there slack jawed as she went. She didnāt care a damned but that id be stuck there, or that I might have had plans, or about anything except her stupid automation and proving just how much better she was than us mere mortals that didnāt sleep under Greek letters.
I canāt tell you now what went through my mind. Honestly I donāt remember going down the hall, or deciding Iād had enough. Not just enough of her either, but enough of everyone! As I walked down the hall there wasnāt another living soul in sight, the entire office was now empty except for me and Rachel, and soon it would be just me.
I saw her walking toward the door, reaching in her purse for something, probably her phone, and I took the opportunity. I wrapped the ends of the blue Ethernet cable around my hands and left slack in the middle. As she passed me spun around and threw my arms over her head and jerked hard. The cable bit into her throat and her hands instinctively went to the cable that was strangling her.
I crossed my wrists and pulled tighter. I couldnāt see her eyes but I imagined them darting around, bulging as she panicked. She fell back into me and we both tumbled to the ground, with her kicking and flailing. I think she would have been screaming too but the best she could manage was a gurgling sound. Sheād always talked too much anyway, no great loss there.
It couldnāt have been long, but it felt like an eternity as we struggled. She for life, and me for death. Finally she went limp and slumped over. I rolled her onto her back and put my fingers to her carotid. There was a faint pulse there, which is exactly what I wanted.
I dragged her to a more secluded spot in the office, where nobody would come across us if they just happened to come back for some forgotten item. With her laid out on the floor I unbuttoned her pink blouse. The white skirt she was wearing rode high on her thighs and the lace bra underneath her blouse spoke volumes on what activity sheād planned with her āout of town friend.ā
I pulled the AED from its case on the wall and unzipped the cover. The plastic box and pads sat there, begging for someone to save. Too bad Rachel still had a pulse, but soon Iād fix that. I straddled her narrow hips and knelt over her. Those perky breasts and tight stomach were exquisite, just waiting for the āfriendā to come along.
I put both of my hands over her nose and mouth and pressed hard. Her eyes flew open again as she thrashed on the floor, trying to buck me off. She clawed at my face and hands as her chest caved in, trying to suck down air she couldnāt get. I pressed down harder as she got desperate. I can only imagine how she felt as the oxygen in her blood grew stale, replaced with more and more carbon dioxide. I imagine her vision faded first, edged with black and then blurring. The fire in her chest must have been unbearable as her lungs cried out. And then she would have felt her heart begin to stutter and skip as she slowly faded. I like to think that she felt her heart stop, going from steady to erratic and eventually quivering uselessly in her chest.
I love the monochrome look to this video. And it has some of my favorite elements. Her clothes look to have been cut off and sheās getting some nice strong compressions.
For most people work conjures up images of an office building, a kitchen, or a retail space. Most of us aren't gifted the opportunity to do what we really like for a living. For Bri life was a bit different. She hadn't always known what she wanted to do with her life, but she'd been lucky enough to find her dream job a few years ago.
She showered and prepared for the day, selecting a front closure lace bra, button up shirt and a short skirt. Her office was in her finished basement, an area that she'd had purpose built for her with all of the items that she'd need. She walked over to a computer and opened the program she wanted. She tinkered with a few variables and once the program was complete, she selected "start."
As she sat down on a sofa, she felt dizzy and lightheaded. Her vision began to fray at the edges and darkness crept in. She tried hard to fight the dizziness, but it was getting worse. Her breathing was becoming ragged, and she could feel a weight pressing on her chest, like someone had parked a car where it didn't belong. She struggled for breath, her breasts heaving as she sucked in air. She had enough time to reach her phone and send an emergency alert before she slumped forward onto the floor.
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Bret and Jason were starting on the first stretch of a 72-hour rotation and were in a drive thru for breakfast when the call came across the radio. "Ambo 23 respond to 1337 Lincolnshire Ave, person in medical distress. Dispatch lost contact with caller."
They pulled out of line and hit the lights as they raced around the building. Traffic wasn't exactly light during the morning rush, but the address was only one and a half miles away. Bret dodged traffic as he maneuvered the ambulance downside streets. When they arrived, they found a two-story home standing by itself, no neighbors for quite some distance. They pulled up the long driveway and parked. Jason hopped out and grabbed the bags and piled them on the stretcher. Together they lowered it and jogged up to the door. It wasn't open but the door was unlocked.
"EMS, is anyone here?" Jason called out as they walked inside. "Where the hell are they?"
Bret radioed back to dispatch. "Ambo 23 to main. Do we have a location on our patient?"
"Ambo 23, patient could be in the basement. Garbled speech at the end of the call could have been basement."
They left the stretcher at the top of the stairs and took their bags downstairs. When they reached the bottom of the landing they saw her, sprawled face down on the floor. Bret placed his fingers against her neck and checked for a pulse while Jason unpacked the basics. "No pulse, we need to move her now."
They rolled her onto her back, her long hair covering her face. Bret checked again for a pulse but couldn't find one. "Starting compressions." His hands found her chest and he placed them between her breasts. "One... Two... Three..."
As Bret began CPR Jason swept the hair from her face. Her lips had turned pale, and her eyes were half lidded. He placed a mouth barrier over her lips, tilted her head back, and started rescue breathing. "Come on, come back."
"Let's get her on a monitor Jason." Bret said between compressions. His voice shuddered as he continued pumping for her failed heart. Jason pulled a set of electrodes out of a pouch and attached leads to them. When Bret paused, he ripped her shirt. Buttons flew as the fabric parted.
The lace bra and supple breasts caught both men's attention. Jason barely paused as he placed the leads. Bret placed his hands back on her chest. He had to part her breasts to get his hands back into position. Her chest bowed as he used his strength to replace the beating of her heart. He looked at her desk and saw her name plaque. "Come on Bri, breathe for me! Come back!!"
Hello I was wondering if yiu could write a story where my beating heart sent into multiple massive heart attacks until a final huge massive heart attack where time is cool and if I could be made to listen to every dying beat as as you do if that's ok
Oooh a TC request. I think I can do that but youāll have to be patient, I owe someone a story already. š
Hey all! Sorry for the delay but here you go! Big thanks to @time4resus-blog for being available for this and he did a great job with the plot! Hope to do more collabs in the future. Enjoy!š
He felt her ribs pop under his hands. They hadnāt broken, yet. He locked his lips to hers and inflated her lungs twice, only to crush the air out of them once more. Her skin was growing chilly in the night air and goose flesh would have prickled her skin if sheād had a pulse. There was something primal in the air, just him and her, sharing an intimate moment under the eyes of the moon. He placed the paddles and shocked her again, her body jumping on the deck.
āCome on Kara, Iām getting a bit too worked up hereā he said as his erection throbbed. āItās time to come back so we can get you warm and get that blood pumping.ā Twice more he pumped her chest and inflated her lungs. Sweat was beading on his body and his strength was starting to fade. āKara come on, work with me, donāt die on our first date!ā He felt a rib crack this time as he pushed down on her perfect chest. He placed the paddles against her chest and watched the tiny monitor. The line remained stubbornly flat. He twisted her nipples between his fingers as he took his mark. He wasnāt in rhythm anymore, his compressions devolving into a rapid and much more forceful cadence. Her breasts heaved as he forced himself onto her. He forgot two breath cycles as he lost himself, continually pumping her chest again and again. When he remembered he jerked her jaw open and forced his air down into her lungs. Panic was seeping into him, forcing his own heart to pound harder and faster. He couldnāt give up, he would keep going until he collapsed himself.
He dug his fingers into her femoral artery, the heat of her radiating against his skin. He thought he felt something but he wasnāt sure. He set the paddles against her chest and watched the monitor, at last seeing something with which he could work. He pressed the button but nothing happened. The defibrillator squealed and went dark. Jasonās face contorted in a mask of rage and fear as he screamed. Here they were, almost at the climax and now this!
He balled his fist and slammed it as hard as he could into her sternum. The jolt forced her body to jerk, and she coughed. āKara! Come on now breathe! Thatās it!ā She was groggy and not very responsive so he took his knuckles and rubbed her sternum.
āKara come on now, come back to me.ā āā- The pain in her chest was like fire and she felt like her body was made out of lead. The pain of his knuckles forced her to guard as she rolled to get away. āWhatā¦ happened?ā She croaked. āYou had an episode Kara, you had me scared at the end.ā An episode? She thought. What the hell does that mean? Then it dawned on her. The wine had been a bit gritty and bitter. Sheād assumed it was cork fragments. āYou bastard!ā She rasped. He paled under her fiery stare.
āThat was supposed to be after dessertā¦ā and she smiled
Honestly I almost didn't post this because it's embarrassingly self indulgent and I was just really needy and resus horny when I wrote it. But for the 4 of you who might like it... might finish it later
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I laid back on our bed, my legs hanging over the side, wearing nothing but your favorite lace lingerie top. I wanted to fulfill your fantasy as much as my own. My chest heaved up and down as I hyperventilated. I wanted to last as long as I could for both of us
You stood in front of me wearing my favorite lingerie of yours. You looked so sexy I wanted to just pull you down right then. You were pressed in between my legs, leaning down over me, you kissed me deeply.
"I love you so much" I heard you say. For some reason your words made this so much more real. We were really going to do this huh?
We had both enthusiastically agreed to this. We were both confident you'd be able to save me. I trusted you and you trusted me. But my stomach still knotted and my heart raced nervously as you placed the firm dark red cherry to my lips.
"Deep breath love" your voice was sultry and low, but I could hear a slight shakiness to it. Were you as scared then as I was?
Yes, I was afraid, and anxious, but more than all of that, I was excited and more turned on than I'd ever been. I'd never wanted something more I thought.
I inhaled deeply as the small fruit rolled on my tongue. I wasn't sure if choking on purpose would be difficult. I let it fall to the back of my throat as I sucked in the last little bit of air that would fit in my lungs. But down it went, sucked into my airway, easily, lodging tightly in the tiny passage.
I made a quiet, slurping gulp followed by silence as my eyes widened. My sinus imediatrly triggers my eyes to water. The cherry was large, bulging visibly in my throat. It hurt, felt as if I'd swallowed a blade as I tried to cough, to inhale, to exhale.
Nothing. No air.
"Can you breathe baby?" You sounded almost teasing.
I frantically shook my head "no". I was full on, real life choking. It was what we planned, but my body instinctively began to panic. the immense arousal I felt, battled with the overwhelming anxiety that was bubbling up in me. My heart was pounding wildly, I could feel it in my chest and i was sure you could see it. I watched your eyes widen and darken as you watched me struggle to inhale. You were practically drooling with lust.
I gripped my throat, my back arching up off of the bed. I wrapped my legs around your ass, holding you closer and you pressed yourself between my them, rubbing up against me. I fisted my hands against my bare abdomen and began thrusting into my diaphragm. It hadn't been long at all but I already felt as if my chest would burst.
You were still watching me trying to give myself the heimlich. I slapped the bed, trying to tell you I couldn't wait any longer. That I needed you. Thank goodness you listened. You grabbed me by the hips, pulling me closer. The contact increased against my center and I would've moaned in pleasure if I could have.
You leaned down, resting your palms against my belly just bellow my ribs "Hang on love. I got you. I'm going to help you breathe" you whispered to me.
Suddenly you shoved your interlocked hands down into me, painfully pushing my diaphragm up into my lungs. My eyes rolled back then slammed shut at the force. It hurt but it also felt good and I nearly came right then. You were so much stronger and your abdominal thrusts drastically more powerful with your weight behind them. I could feel my lungs squeeze, the pressure building in my chest.
"Breathe" you urged. I could tell you were still holding back a little. My mouth moved wordlessly as I begged for help. Even so, I could tell you were getting worried. Your brows knit together and you kissed me as I breathlessly fought for air.
I felt my cheek round out, expanding as you pinched my nose and attempted to give me mouth to mouth. Of course nothing was making it around the cherry that had stolen my breath.
My chest shuddered and hitched, it was too much. It burned and my fingers twitched as I felt dizzy and lightheaded. My mouth gaped, trying to suck in air that was so far out of my reach. My red face was turning purple.
I was suddenly rolled onto my belly and yanked up by my waist. Your balled hands jerked backwards, lifting me up and slamming me against your chest. I barely registered what was happening before you did it again. And again. And again. Everything felt like it had shifted to slow motion, I could feel your soft breasts, nearly bare against my back, being squeezed against my skin, we were both covered in sweat and your hands gripped for purchase. I could feel your warm breath at my ear begging me to "breathe" and "Cough it up" you had moved one leg to kneel between my legs on the bed, and I was bounced against it, leaving your smooth thigh slick as my center and clit were rubbed up and down against you.
I doubled over, gripping the comforter as saliva dripped down to the bed. You had stopped holding back long ago but the cherry wasn't moving. I had never needed anything the way I needed air right then. My arms were growing so weak they couldn't hold my weight and I dropped face down as you continued to give me the heimlich. The new angle thrust against my clit and I came harder than I ever had, my body convulsing and trembling as the burning throb in my lungs and my pussy consumed my whole being. I saw litteral stars dance in my vision. And then i couldn't move. My arms were too heavy and my face was too hot. And the pain in my lungs seemed to hit its peak. And then the pulsing heat gave way to cold darkness as my vision tunneled to black.
