The electrical activity of her heart was displayed on the monitor next to her. The height and shape of the waves as well as the frequency described the level of stress her heart was under. The rate at which her heart was beating and the varying levels at which her waveforms travelled across the screen indicated strong cardiac stress. 149 beats per minute with varying QRST patterns suggested fearfulness and worry. This along with her unknown cardiac history made for a troublesome situation.
The blood pressure monitor began to buzz and inflate. Reaching its pre-programmed level, it began to slowly click and hiss as it deflated. Registering 149 over 90, the young woman's heart was definitely in danger. It was quite high for someone this apparent age. The pulse-oximeter read 99 percent on room air despite the ball gag wedged in her mouth.
Restrained at the arms and ankles, a strap around her torso and around her forehead, the girl could barely move. Tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to comprehend what was happening to her. Her right hand hurt, she was able to strain and look down. An IV was placed there. She could hear the rapid beeping of the heart monitor but could not see it. She was strapped to some form of upright chair with her arms out to her sides. Her feet were strapped slightly more than shoulder width apart and she was completely naked.
She strained to see what was around her. Her tear filled eyes trying to see through the blurry darkness. Drool seeped out from behind the gag and ran down her face and throat onto her heaving chest. Her breathing heavy and harsh from fear and the obstruction. Another wave of panic shot adrenalin through her veins causing the monitor to jump. 157 beats per minute. Blood pressure 151 over 92. Oxygen saturation 98 percent. She could feel her heart pounding like a caged animal trying to get free. She could feel her blood pulsing through her body, every vein bulging and hear every whoosh in her ears as it raced to her brain.
He entered the room and observed the scene. He had prepared for months for this room to receive its first visitor. Hours of planning, gathering of devices and equipment as well as choice of "guest" were spent in making this night happen. Everything was in order.
He moved over to the girl and began to read her vitals. Noting her ecg, blood pressure and oxygenation, he felt the pulse in her left wrist. He was surprised at the strength of the pulse. Her heartbeat was forcing blood through her arteries much harder than it should. He moved to feel her right carotid. The bounding vessel slammed against his fingers. He pressed on it and could feel it roll away under his pressure. She moaned as her touched her neck. Fear coursing through her veins as he reached for a stethoscope. Placing the earpieces in, he listened to each area of her chest. Each valve location rewarding him with the rich, powerful LubDub song of valve cusps clapping shut. He lingered over his favorite listening point, directly against her left breast as it began to curve away from her sternum.
LUBdub, LUBdub, LUBdub, lubDUB, LUBdub.
The pounding reverberated in his ears. He shushed her as she was crying and interfering with the symphony in her chest. He felt her pulse again and watched the bell of his stethoscope move from the strength of her heartbeats. He then moved the steth to hear her lung sounds. Her lungs were clear and healthy sounding. The rhythm of her life force began to arouse him.
Adjusting the chair to spread his guests legs wider, he stood between her thighs and began another full steth session on her. The ecg read 165 beats per minute. Her blood pressure was 150 over 92 and holding. He listened specifically to her mitral area. He could hear the valve open and clap closed clearly, but he also heard something else. There was the slight whoosh of a backflow of blood. She had a leaky valve. He grinned. This just got more interesting.
He pressed the steth more deeply into her chest and caused her to squirm uncomfortably. His eyes roamed over her as he listened. She was young, in her late teens or early twenties. She had auburn hair pulled back and French braided behind her head. Bright white and freckled skin covered her body. He watched her chest heaving beneath his hand as the steth vibrated with each heartbeat and rose and fell with each breath. She was toned, strong abs flexing as she tried to release herself. He ran the fingers of his free hand along her jawline to her chin. She had a very slight dent there. He slid his fingers down, feeling her pulsing carotid and then began to trace the large jugular veins distending from the side of her throat. These he traced down further as he examined the dark blue pattern of veins spreading out throughout her chest and breasts. The vascular pattern intrigued him. Removing his steth from her chest, he was amused by the ring it left over her mitral valve. Setting his tool aside he donned a pair of nitrile gloves and began to examine her. He felt the pulses on both sides of her neck, pushing slightly on the arteries and watching for any reaction on the ecg. He ran his fingers up and down both sides her neck feeling her pulses and the bulging veins. Her heartrate remained in the low 160s as he explored her.
Reaching to his left he retrieved a tube of green gel. Opening the tube, he squeezed a generous amount into his huge hand. Tossing the tube aside he rubbed his gloved hands together and then began rubbing the gel over her entire chest. He coated her breasts, sternum and upper chest being careful not to disturb her ecg leads. He rubbed the gel over each breast taking time to caress them and play with their nipples. They became rock hard at his touch and she tried to collapse her chest to pull them out of his grasp to no avail. He felt her heart pumping just below the left breast and felt her carotid pulse with his left hand. He felt his heat growing. He squirted more gel directly on her sternum and she recoiled from the coldness. Rubbing this between and beneath both breasts and both sides of her chest, he was able to see the apex of her racing heart beating between her ribs. The shiny gel made it much easier to see. He placed his fingers on the spot and felt the strength of her panicking organ.
She couldn't move. She couldn't scream. Her chest was hurting. Breathing was difficult with the gag in her mouth. She felt dizzy and weak. She felt something cold running through her. He had injected something into her IV. Her heart began to slow and her breathing started to calm. She felt like she was starting to relax. She leaned back against the headrest and felt the rhythm of her heart slow. The beeping of the ecg indicated a less tachycardic speed. Her heart slowed to 110 beats, then 102, then 99 and finally leveled off and stayed at 98. Her breathing followed suit and her oxygenation reached 100 percent. Finally calm, she strained to see the man between her legs.
He was tall. She guessed 6 foot 3 or better. His face was covered in a surgeon's hat and mask. His hands were strong and huge. She could tell from the way they felt when he rubbed the slime on her chest. They were also somewhat gentle when he took her pulses like he was doing now. There was a lock of graying hair sticking out of the hat. That was all she could see. His eyes were grey and cold. She shivered when she saw them.
She felt him rub more gel on her chest and around her breasts. She cringed when he fondled her nipples again. He had something in his hand and she felt her heart stop beating for 3 whole seconds. When it started itself again her rate shot to the mid 130s. He was holding defibrillation paddles. What the hell was he going to do with those? Her heart was fine. There was no need to bring those out. Panic set in once again. She began to scream despite the ball gag. He held his finger up to his mask and shushed her. She watched him reach below her view and realized another cold sensation running through her. He gave her something again. She struggled to hold her head up. The heart monitor slowed as her rhythm decreased again. This time she felt it harder to breathe. Her vision became fuzzy as he placed gel on the paddles and rubbed them together.
She was woozy from the last dose. He didn't want her passing out but he needed her to be calm. Her heartrate was 128 and her blood pressure was 140 over 92. Pulse-ox read 100 percent still. No artifacts on the ecg but her qrs waves were still pronounced. She was almost perfect. He toggled the defibrillator on and set the selector to 50 joules. He charged the paddles. She grimaced behind the gag as he began to rub the ice cold paddles over her skin. He slid them around and over her breasts, beneath and between them. He could feel the panicked pumping of her organ. It vibrated the paddles as he lingered over her sternum and apex areas. He rubbed the paddles over each breast, stopping to place each one directly over her nipples and areolas. The machine whined and double beeped. He held the paddles in place for what seemed an eternity. She was heaving for breath, crying and trying to beg for her life as he keyed the two discharge buttons simultaneously. Her breasts jumped and a thinking sound was made. She let out a confused huff of air and stared at him. It felt like a small thump on her chest. Just a long line returning to a rapid rhythm on the monitor. Her heart never skipped a beat. Everything was perfect. Grasping both paddles in one hand he felt her carotid pulse. The regular throbbing of the artery greeted his fingers. She continued to stare at him as he adjusted the device and increased the output to 75 joules. She started to gasp for breath as the cold metal of the paddles caressed her skin again. Heartrate 130. He charged the paddles. She tried to shake her head no but the restraints held fast. Beads of sweat formed on her brow as she stared at the roving paddles sliding all over her chest. This time, he stopped moving over her kidney areas on the left and right. He shocked her. Her muscles contracted quickly and violently but no reaction on the monitor. Again he felt her bounding pulse.
She was screaming inside. He had shocked her twice and so far she was fine. She knew he hadn't placed the paddles properly on her chest if he wished to affect her heart but she couldn't be sure he wasn't going to. The icy cold fingers of fear enveloped her. She was certain he was going to kill her. She took a deep breath and inhaled some spittle. She began coughing violently as she tried to clear her airway. She began to shake her head and arch her back as she coughed and tried to breathe. She felt him place a hand in the center of her chest and his fingers feel her pulse. She almost felt calm. Her heartrate spiked to 160 and began to come down. She heard him toggle the defibrillator again.
Once again, he slid the paddles over her chest. He watched her face contort in fear. He saw the tears streaming down to her throat where her pulse was bounding visibly. He glanced at the ecg. Her waveforms were changing slightly. The prolonged stress was beginning to effect her heart rhythm. Her blood pressure was starting to climb and her veins were bulging in her neck, chest and hands. Still maintaining 75 joules, he placed the paddles in the proper position for cardioversion, sternum and apex. He shocked her. Her chest jumped and her breasts bounced. The ecg showed a run of coarse vfib for maybe 4 seconds and then a pvc as her heart corrected itself levelling of ar a rate of 142 beats per minute.
She felt like she had been punched in the chest. Everything stopped and she felt it. Her heart stopped and then started up again on its own. She bore down against the shock and her heart somehow reset itself. She could feel him pressing on her carotid artery again. Her pulse slamming against his fingers felt strange. She was weakened from the ordeal and the crying. Her breathing was labored and her chest was sore. She wanted desperately to scream but every sound she made was muffled. As she lay there gasping, he was observing her.
He was watching the pulse beat in her neck. The strength and force of the flow caused skin to throb. He grabbed his stethoscope and listened to her heart again. He was pretty sure she was very close to heart failure but she still sounded strong. Time for a different tactic.
He lowered his chair to put her vagina at eye level. She tried to look down at him but she couldn't clearly see him. He noticed her ribcage and belly pulse as she breathed. He covered his gloved fingers with gel and began to slowly trace his way around her vaginal lips and clitoral area. He listened to the tone of the heartrate monitor increase as he fingered her sexual area. Looking up he could see her entire body stiffen as he rubbed and fingered her sex. Pulse rate began to climb and breathing followed suit. He let one hand roam up to her sternum and he felt her pumping heart. She squirmed and shook as he manipulated her clit. Her heart rate soared to 180 as he expertly felt and pinched and rolled her clitoris between his fingers. Different waveforms began to show on her ecg. She was beginning to climb toward climax and he cardiovascular system was reaching overload. He heart was starting to throw extra beats and pvcs as she grew closer to orgasm. The ecg rate alarm went of when her heartrate hit 190. Her back arching. The strain of his work on her sex causing her neck veins to bulge, her pulses to be clearly visible and her lungs to gasp for air. She was seconds from orgasm when he stood up and rammed his fingers deep inside her vagina, digging for and finding her hypersensitive g-spot. She let out a loud groan as his finger massaged the g and his thumb caressed her clit. Three shuddering violent convulsions, respiratory arrest and a massive earthquake of screaming release sent her heartrate over the 210 beats per minute mark. She desperately tried to clutch at her chest in spite of the bonds. Her legs fighting the restraints and bucking and arching against the chair. She collapsed onto the chair in a sopping wet mess gasping for oxygen and crying for the torturous release. Her heart began throwing strings of pvcs and she lay gasping and groaning as her heartrate dropped to an irregular 178.
He grabbed his stethoscope and began to listen to her struggling heart. The murmur was clearer now. Her heart was pounding badumpbadumpbadumpthadumpbadump.
Racing painfully in her chest, he listened. He grabbed her throat, compressing the internal jugular veins and carotid arteries but leaving her airway clear. She gagged and bit down hard on the ball gag. She began to wretch and struggle. The ecg showed her heartrate triple as the pressure increased. Gasping and gurgling her face began to turn dark purple as the blood pooled in her face above the blockage. Her heart beat began to rage at 225 beats per minute, the blood pressure monitor reading error since her heart was trying to clear the blockage. The machine maxed out at 300 over 200. She began convulsing. He heart faltering and finally disintegrating into ventricular fibrillation.
He released his grip. She flopped to the table twitching as the chokehold was released. His stethoscope fixed to her chest he listened for any sign of life. She began to roll and buck. Her heart throwing pvcs and extrasystoles with 2 or 3 real beats. She wasn't breathing. He grabbed a ventilator bag from underneath the chair and stood to bag her. He forced air into her stricken lungs. She began to pink up slightly. The strain was too much for her tortured heart so it began to vibrate uncontrollably.
He readied the defibrillator for its true mission and placed the paddles on her dying chest. He shocked her at 100 joules. No response. He bagged her and then charged the paddles again. He shocked her at 200 joules. This time she began to throw wild pvcs and ectopic beats. He shocked her again at 360. When she had dropped to the table, her heart was in sinus rhythm. She began to breathe on her own.
He smiled beneath the mask. Listening to the pumping of her heart through the steth again, he plotted his next move. Time to let her recover. He felt the pulses on her unconscious body and left to plot his next move.
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