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[biores12]

The Next Morning

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The fluorescent lights in the emergency room buzzed softly overhead, casting a harsh glow over the sterile space. Sarah sat with her best friend, Emma, her arm wrapped tightly around her. They had been out drinking the night before, but something was wrong. Emma wasn’t just hungover; her skin was pale, and her body seemed to be shutting down. Sarah couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly off.

"I don’t feel right," Emma had whispered earlier, wincing from the pain in her head. "This isn’t a normal hangover."

Sarah’s heart raced as she explained to the triage nurse what had happened, pleading for her to take Emma seriously. "She’s really not feeling well. We were out drinking, but this isn’t normal. She can barely sit up, and she keeps saying her head is splitting."

The nurse, an older woman with a dismissive tone, didn’t even look up from the computer. "Sounds like a typical hangover to me," she muttered. "Fluids and rest will do the trick."

Sarah’s frustration boiled over, but before she could argue further, the nurse finally gestured for them to follow her into a treatment room. "Fine, let’s get her back and have a look. But honestly, it sounds like she overdid it."

Once they reached the room, the nurse handed Emma a pale blue hospital gown. "Change into this," she said as she began preparing an IV. Emma could barely stand, and Sarah had to help her get undressed and into the gown. Her movements were slow, almost robotic, as if her body was betraying her.

The nurse inserted the IV with a quick, "Just a little pinch," then attached sticky leads to Emma’s chest, monitoring her heart rate and oxygen levels. The soft beeping of the machines filled the room, and Sarah’s anxiety only deepened.

Emma groaned, her face twisted in pain. "My head… it feels like it’s going to explode."

The nurse, still indifferent, glanced at the monitors. "Her vitals are fine," she said dismissively. "I’ll start her on some oxygen, just in case." She placed a nasal cannula under Emma’s nose, the soft hiss of oxygen beginning to flow.

"I’ll be back in twenty minutes to check on her," the nurse added before leaving the room.

The minutes dragged on, and Sarah sat by Emma’s side, watching her friend struggle. Emma’s breathing had stabilized slightly, but her face was still pale, and she seemed disoriented, her hand never leaving her throbbing temple.

"Em, you feeling any better?" Sarah asked softly.

Emma’s eyes fluttered open briefly, her voice barely audible. "A little… breathing’s easier, but my head… it’s still pounding."

When the nurse returned, her expression was more serious. She glanced at the monitors, noting a slight decrease in Emma’s vitals. "Her heart rate’s down a bit, but nothing critical," the nurse said, though the worry had finally started to creep into her voice.

Just then, the door opened, and Dr. Warren stepped in, a tall man with graying hair at his temples. He introduced himself with a calm, steady tone, quickly assessing Emma’s condition. After listening to her heart and lungs, he asked a series of questions.

"Emma, can you tell me what happened last night? Anything unusual?"

Emma winced, struggling to focus. "I went to the bathroom at the bar. I felt dizzy, really dizzy, and then… I blacked out. I woke up on the floor."

"Do you think you hit your head?" Dr. Warren asked, his concern deepening.

"I don’t know," Emma whispered. "I didn’t feel anything at the time, but my head’s been killing me ever since."

Dr. Warren nodded, his expression unreadable. "I want to get a CT scan, just to rule out any head trauma. We’ll make sure nothing serious is going on."

The nurse quickly made arrangements, but just as she was about to wheel Emma out for the scan, an alarm rang through the ER. The PA system crackled, "Code Blue, Room 14. Code Blue." Another cardiac arrest.

As the team rushed to respond, Sarah watched in helpless horror as an elderly woman was wheeled past the room, a nurse straddling her on the gurney, performing aggressive chest compressions. The woman’s body jolted with each push, and the sound of the compressions echoed down the hall. Sarah’s heart pounded. The reality of the situation hit her hard—this was life or death.

Dr. Warren apologized as he and the nurse ran off to assist in the resuscitation. "We’ll get the CT done as soon as possible," he said, his face grim as he disappeared with the team.

Fifteen minutes later, the nurse returned. Emma’s vitals had decreased slightly. Sarah, still shaken from seeing the elderly woman, couldn’t help but ask, "What happened to her?"

The nurse sighed, her face softening. "She didn’t make it. By the time we got to her, there wasn’t much we could do. Her heart had stopped for too long."

Sarah’s stomach twisted as she processed the nurse’s words. She glanced at Emma, who was barely hanging on, her breathing shallow and her hand still pressed to her head. "We’re not giving up on your friend, though," the nurse added. "We’ll get her that CT scan soon."

Emma was finally taken to CT, and Sarah was left alone in the room, her mind racing. The minutes dragged on as she anxiously waited for her friend to return. But then, another alarm blared over the PA system, echoing through the halls.

Sarah froze, her blood turning to ice.

Before she could react, a team of doctors and nurses rushed past the door—Emma was on a gurney, being pushed frantically toward the trauma room. Sarah’s heart stopped as she saw the nurse straddling Emma, performing CPR.

"Emma!" Sarah screamed, bolting out of the room to follow them. Emma’s limp body jolted with each compression, her face pale and lifeless. The nurse pressed down hard on Emma’s chest, her entire body moving with each rapid thrust.

Sarah chased after them, her feet pounding the floor, but the team was too focused, too intent on saving Emma’s life to notice her. They reached the trauma room, the doors swinging open with a sense of finality as Emma was rushed inside.

Sarah stumbled to a stop just outside the trauma room, her breath catching in her throat as she stared at the chaotic scene unfolding before her. Doctors and nurses crowded around Emma’s bed, shouting orders as the nurse continued the relentless chest compressions. The defibrillator was charged, the paddles pressed to Emma’s chest.

"Clear!" the doctor shouted.

Emma’s body convulsed violently as the electrical shock surged through her. Sarah flinched, tears spilling down her face as she watched, helpless and terrified.

The nurse resumed CPR immediately, her hands pressing down hard on Emma’s chest, forcing her heart to pump. "Come on, Emma," Sarah whispered, her voice breaking. "Please… please don’t leave me."

"Push another round of epi," the doctor ordered, and a nurse quickly injected the medication into Emma’s IV.

The room was filled with urgency, but to Sarah, everything seemed to slow down. She watched in horror as the nurse continued chest compressions, her best friend’s body rocking under the pressure.

"Charging to 300," the nurse called out again, preparing for another shock.

"Clear!"

Emma’s body jerked once more, and Sarah’s heart broke as she watched, praying for any sign of life.

For a moment, the room held its breath. The monitor stayed flat, the steady, haunting tone of the flatline filling the air.

Sarah sank to her knees outside the trauma room, her body shaking uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered, "Please, Emma… don’t leave me."

The trauma room was tense, the air thick with the weight of time slipping away. The clock on the wall showed that over 20 minutes had passed since Emma had gone into cardiac arrest. Sarah stood at the foot of the bed, her legs weak and trembling, watching helplessly as the team continued their relentless efforts. Her heart pounded in her chest, the sound of the flatline and the desperate compressions blurring into a nightmare she couldn't escape.

Emma’s body continued to shake violently under the nurse’s compressions. With every push, her chest caved in, her ribs flexing unnaturally. Sarah’s eyes were drawn to Emma’s bare chest, her breasts swaying with each compression, then jolting upwards as the defibrillator shocked her lifeless body. It was like watching a machine, Emma’s body responding to the mechanical force of resuscitation but with no spark of life behind it.

"Push another round of epi," the doctor ordered, his voice now carrying a harder edge, determination cutting through the exhaustion. He leaned over Emma, checking the monitors, then motioned for the nurse to prepare another shock.

"Charging to 360," the nurse called out.

"Clear!"

Emma’s body arched off the bed as the shock hit, her chest lifting sharply, her head lolling to the side as the electricity surged through her. Her feet jumped, and Sarah winced, her stomach twisting at the sight. But when Emma collapsed back onto the bed, the flatline persisted, the monotone beep droning on.

A charge nurse, her face lined with exhaustion and experience, stepped forward, glancing at the clock. "We’re beyond 20 minutes now," she said softly, though her voice held a note of finality. "We’ve done everything we can."

Sarah felt her heart drop, her eyes widening in shock. "No…" she whispered under her breath, her hands shaking. This couldn’t be it. Not now.

But before anyone could say more, the doctor raised his hand sharply. His eyes were fierce, his jaw set in defiance. "No. We’re not stopping." He looked down at Emma’s body, frustration tightening his features. "We should have caught this earlier. If we had… she wouldn’t be here right now. We’re going to keep going."

The charge nurse hesitated, glancing between the doctor and Emma, then gave a small nod, stepping back.

The nurse resumed compressions, driving her palms into Emma’s chest with renewed intensity. Sarah watched as Emma’s body shook with each push, her breasts trembling with the force, her ribs straining under the relentless pressure. The team worked in silence, the grim reality of the situation hanging over them like a cloud, but no one was willing to give up just yet.

"Come on, Emma," the doctor muttered under his breath as he prepared the defibrillator again. "We’re not losing you."

Another shock was delivered. Emma’s body jolted, her torso lifting off the bed once more, only to fall back down in a lifeless heap. The flatline continued its haunting wail, and the nurse immediately resumed compressions, her hands pressing deep into Emma’s chest, causing her body to rock with each life-saving attempt.

Sarah’s breath hitched as she clutched the edge of the bed, her knuckles white. Every part of her wanted to scream, to demand that Emma wake up, but all she could do was watch as the team fought to bring her back.

At the thirty-minute mark, the room was filled with the sounds of relentless CPR, the rhythmic thuds of compressions, and the beeping monitors. The desperation in the air was palpable as Sarah stood, frozen at the foot of the bed, watching Emma’s lifeless body move mechanically under the force of each compression. Her best friend—so full of life just hours ago—was now a pale, still figure on the trauma bed, her body convulsing only with the shocks and the desperate attempts to keep her heart beating.

"Let’s get a cardiac ultrasound," the doctor ordered, his voice sharp with urgency but laced with a grim undertone. He was still refusing to give up, but even Sarah could see the fatigue in his eyes, the way his hands trembled slightly as he signaled for the nurse to bring the equipment. He had been pushing hard, refusing to stop, but there was a tension in the room now—an understanding that they were running out of time.

As the ultrasound machine was wheeled in, the compressions were momentarily paused. The nurse removed her hands from Emma’s chest, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, her body lay completely still. Her chest no longer rose and fell, her limbs were limp, and her face was slack. Sarah’s gaze drifted to Emma’s half-open eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling. They were lifeless, glassy, fixed in place, and dilated.

The doctor quickly applied the ultrasound probe to Emma’s chest, the cold gel smearing across her skin. The room fell into a tense silence, every eye watching the screen, hoping for a miracle—hoping to see something, anything, that would give them a reason to continue.

But the screen remained empty. There was no flicker of movement, no hint of cardiac activity. The dark, unmoving silhouette of Emma’s heart filled the screen, completely still, devoid of the pulsing that everyone had been praying for.

"She’s in asystole," the doctor said quietly, his voice flat, his eyes glued to the monitor as if willing it to change. He moved the probe around, checking again, hoping for some sign of life, but there was nothing.

Sarah’s breath caught in her throat, her knees buckling slightly as she held onto the bed rail for support. She had heard the word before—asystole, the absence of any electrical or mechanical activity in the heart. The flatline on the monitor had already told her, but seeing it confirmed with the ultrasound felt like a punch to the gut. Her friend was gone.

The charge nurse stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on the doctor’s shoulder. "Her pupils are fixed and dilated," she said softly, almost in a whisper. "There’s no response."

Sarah’s eyes filled with tears, her vision blurring as she watched Emma’s empty gaze stare upwards, unseeing. The pupils were wide, unmoving, a sure sign that her brain had stopped responding long ago.

The room went silent. The compressions ceased, the frantic energy dissipated, and all that remained was the cold, unrelenting truth. Emma was beyond saving.

The doctor stood up straight, removing the ultrasound probe and wiping his hands on his scrubs. He let out a long, slow breath, his shoulders slumping with defeat. "We’re calling it," he said quietly, turning to the team. "Time of death…"

But Sarah barely heard the rest. All she could focus on was Emma, lying so still, her body motionless after what felt like an eternity of fighting. The tears fell freely now, and Sarah collapsed against the bed, her hands clutching the sheet as she whispered, "Emma… no, please…"

The room began to empty, the trauma team stepping away one by one, their heads low, their faces grim. But Sarah remained, frozen in place, her world shattering around her as she realized the person she loved most in the world was gone.

[biores12]

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.

[biores12]

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.”