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You're simply sitting at a cafe when you see a stranger holding a doll that oddly looks like you. They cut it with a small knife and you suddenly feel a pain down your own chest. You hurry to the bathroom and hide in a stall to privately lift your shirt and find your chest was somehow split wide open. You're staring right at your heart, out of its pericardium and racing between your lungs. The room is filled with the wet squelching of your frantic pump, and you suddenly feel an invisible force pressing against the muscle from below.

I wanted to scream but it was like my vocal chords had been ripped out. The only noise is my thudding, squelching heart and I choke as this invisible force wraps around my exposed heart. I rush inside the cubicle, locking it shut as I try to find the source of this force to no avail.

All I can do is watch my pounding heart be squeezed and fondled as my lungs rapidly fill and empty, cushioning it.

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In the ancient era, amid the fierce and eternal war between angels and demons, you, an angel of ethereal grace, met your demise. Your body, once a vessel of divine power, was almost entirely obliterated, leaving only your heart, blood, and wings as remnants of your celestial essence.

In her unwavering devotion, your most loyal human, the venerable arch lady, sought to preserve your power. Knowing that your heart harbored immense strength and ancient magic, she resolved to safeguard it within her own being. Thus, she undertook the sacred ritual of removing her heart and placing yours within her chest, ensuring your power would endure.

This noble act began a cycle of inheritance, whereby the heart of an angel would be passed from one arch lady to the next upon reaching a certain age. For countless generations, this tradition continued, with your heart beating steadily, bestowing blessings and strength upon each successor.

Through the passage of millennia, your heart remained a symbol of resilience and divine favor, silently witnessing the rise and fall of empires, the ebb and flow of time. It was not until one fateful day, within the chest of the current arch lady, that your consciousness and soul were reawakened.

The bond of unwavering loyalty and sacrifice rekindled your essence. Your heart, which had been beating for thousands of years, now returned to you, a testament to the dedication and reverence of your followers. This miraculous return heralded a new era, where you once again walked among the mortal realm, guided by the legacy of devotion and the enduring power of your heart.

This fantasy piece sounds amazing! Just right up my alley.

With my power awakened, my body would have regenerated but the only thing missing would be my heart. All that’s left is to remove it from the current arch lady and place my heart back in its rightful owner.

But that still wouldn’t be enough. It had stopped momentarily during the removal and with a couple of squeezes and shocks, my heart would beat anew and I would wake once more.

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What would you do if you were told that your heart is dying, but you can have a heart transplant to save yourself. What would you do? Stay with your current dying heart or get a new one?

I would wait until the last minute to feel every agonizing beat of my dying heart. Only when I sink into cardiac arrest will I let my dead heart be removed and the new one transplanted.

I would want to watch a video of the whole surgery, especially when they are attempting to restart it.

I would wake up to feel the new beats within me and I would do tests on it to get it beating harder and faster.

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I want rip your heart, like an aztec sacrifice

Snatched off the streets and a rag of chloroform to my face, I would wake up to find myself naked and strapped down on a stone altar.

Wrists and ankles tied down the sides of the altar leaving my back arched and exposing my heaving chest.

My heart would be racing like mad, especially when I see you approaching with a dagger. And it would only pound harder as you slice my chest open, remove my sternum and peel away the pericardium.

Adrenaline, terror and pain would be a potent mixture for my little heart that its beats would become indistinguishable.

What would you do then? Cup it in your hand just to feel its beats? Gently stroke it? Or just grab it, squeeze it and tear it out in one go?

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i am aroused about your true dark cardio passion...

i am as well addicted into dark cardiophilia, studied some chapter medicine,to use the most forbidden and unusual methodes,included drugs and medics,to expand the usual borders ,far beyond the usual imaginable....could really imagine ,to invite you into exceptional dark cardio sessions and more...

you could reach me for example through tlgrm @Orange_Acoustics

exciting thoughts from MT

How exciting! Please do share these deep, dark trade secrets to selectively torture my heart with. I would love to hear them

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hope you're into trans guys, too, because your heart shortly exposed and then pounding way up my boy cunt sounds like heaven

Hey! Oh that sounds heavenly. I wouldn’t mind either way haha.

It would be complete bliss to have that experienced, just my exposed heart hammering on a wet boy cunt.

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Imagine the barrel of a single shot pistol snuggled tight under your left breast, directly on the PMI. The entire gun bounces as your heart pushes on the barrel, awaiting the solitary bullet to be fired, straight through and precise...

Oh it would be racing so hard that the entire gun would be shaking from each hard beat of my heart. As I hear the safety click off, my heart would thrust out even faster and if you were to fire that bullet, it would pierce that red pulsing muscle of mine so deep, sending blood gushing out and wrenching my heart apart.

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I strap you to a chair, and insert a needle between your pericardium and myocardium. I attach the needle to a slow drip IV slowly filling your heart cavity with water. Increasing the pressure against it's pulses. How much water can you take? How long do you last?

My heart would definitely fight back, the beats becoming more muffled as the volume of water increases. My chest would be aching as it desperately thuds, skipping harder and more often. And just as the pericardium is about to burst, that’s when my heart gives out.

So now you may start compressions but that of course has the risk of bursting the pericardium and damaging my heart. Unless you cut me open and try to save my heart with your own hands.

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Two guns, a knife, and a sword are pointed directly at your busty chest, specifically your heart. What are you doing in that moment,and what is your heart doing? A long paragraph would be nice.

I don’t know what happened. I had been walking and the next thing I know I was strapped in a chair, my arms tied behind me and my legs as well.

I also noticed that I am naked and that there are EKG leads littered all over my chest, the monitor beeping rapidly. When I saw the guns, knife and sword, my heart skipped. Hard.

It starts to race, my left breast shaking from the thundering beats behind my ribs. As they draw closer, my heart would only gallop and skip more often. Especially when the safety of the guns click off.

At that point my heart would be leaping and thrusting against my sternum that my chest would ache. If my heart were to be pierced, no doubt my heart would rend itself in two from the force of the beats of my heart.

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What kind of dark cardiophilia are you interested in? What are your feelings if you imagine the barrel of a gun pointed right between your breasts? ;)

I’m interested in all sorts of dark cardiophilia. Nothing is off limits for me.

As for having the barrel of a gun pointed right between my breasts, I would be excited and also terrified. My heart would be racing like mad especially if the barrel is pressed deep into my sternum. Maybe you might even feel my heartbeat through the metal barrel.

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This ask and your response? Hot. Also, if the doll heart beats... that would be such a lovely vibrator

Exactly! Just teasing that strong heart of his, making it race and skip all while I feel it against my wet pussy.

And if his heart stops, I’ll just get to work to get it beating again. Maybe even squeeze it using my thighs as compressions.

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You had been feeling some pressure and mild pain in your chest, and you've been looking up the symptoms. You find a strange yet professional-looking website that promises a massage that gets right to the heart of the matter. You decide to take up on it and visit this massage center. Once they have you sitting in a room, they promptly put you to sleep. When you wake up, the first thing you see is your bare chest, opened as cleanly as possible. Your heart slowly pumps on a pillow in front of you, but it immediately starts to pick up the pace. You feel the twinge of pressure as you can see the poor pump straining in its frantic beating.

A nurse then walks in, wearing her uniform somewhat lax and loosely. A pair of her gloved fingers gingerly press to the center of your wriggling heart and then gently circle around the muscle's warm surface. Somehow, this slows down your heart, slower and slower. Your vision fades away as your very core is at the nurse's mercy, and you see your heart slowing to a complete stop...

But your vision comes back not much later. The nurse's hand is now cupping your heart, and you can almost feel the burst of life as she pumps the organ herself. Two fingers press the atria to swell your ventricles with that important blood, and then her palm promptly squeezes them to push that blood into your body. The nurse calmly keeps a perfect rhythm as she does the work for your heart. Despite the situation, it's almost relaxing...

I should be terrified yet I find myself in a calm state, mesmerized as I watch the nurse pump my heart efficiently.

It was then the doctor enters and my heart shudders out a firm beat.

“Good job. I’ll take over from here.” The male doctor says. The nurse hands my now beating heart to the doctor and I watch as he carefully examines it.

“Ah there’s the problem.”

I see it. There in the center of my heart. A bump on the surface of the shaky myocardium. But what is it? The doctor seems to have an inkling of an idea.

“A poor attempt of a tech to subject your heart to their whims. Don’t worry, it’ll be mine now.” He grins, making my heart race even faster.

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ALSO

Since I’m back, I’m open for roleplays especially of the dark cardiophilia kind

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The Heart Fetishist's Game, a heart torture simulator for us dark cardiophiles.

More updates, tools and features are coming soon. It's a work in progress, so some things may be wonky. Feel free to message me about any issues you encounter or any suggestions/ideas you may have!

Mobile friendly browser game, no download required.

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Play for free at thfg.xyz

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Hi folks!

I’m back and ready for more heart moments. I’m especially feeling super heart horny tonight.

Just picturing all the dark scenarios you all may put my heart through in my head just gets me excited. Share with me what your plans for it are. I’m all ears

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It's hard to make rent in night city. After losing your job you fear you may be kicked to the curb. Your friend however has a better plan. A little contracting work for experimental research. All you need to do is show up and let the company do its magic.

It's an early cold morning when you arrive at a seemingly abandoned building. Your heart races with anticipation as you arrive.

On the top floor you meet a man with a business suit.

"Ah. You're just on time. You have an organic right?" He shakes your hand. "It makes for excellent training."

As quickly as he does, he slide a butterfly knife through your ribs and expertly into your left ventricle. Your heart races, tearing itself to little ribbons on the blade. He leaves it in you as you hear the roar of the flying ambulance company the man works for arrives. The operatives leap from the vehicle into the building where they hook your body up to a portable heart and lung machine, and race to save your organic human heart, they flood you with pain medicine but you remain awake.

They remove the knife and use a futuristic device to begin stitching the countless gashes in your heart. After a few hours the organ is complete and beating again. The man in the suit applauds them. Then handing you your payment as promised.

As it turns out, having a fully organic heart is a rarity now, and finding work for it is.

A guild of assassins practice using lazers to subtly cut the valves of your heart without being able to hack your flesh based body. Then the ambulance company pay to practice resuscitation on you.

People line up to hear your organic heart beat, you're even brought as entertainment at parties for machines and man alike to gawk at your fleshy vessel through a screen.

The rich pay you handsomely to allow them to indulge in your organic heart. Listening to it pound and react to drugs and chemicals and even cutting you open to hold it.

Being the only few in Night City with an organic heart, I can’t help but feel awfully special despite the close brushes I have with death.

At first I had been terrified. But slowly, as I become accustomed to my new strange routine, I found myself enjoying it all even perhaps finding it very pleasurable.

The first time I held my own heart in my palms, I just about nearly fainted. I could feel it racing, slamming away with its beats audible for everyone to hear.

Not to mention how these rich clients would fondle and play with my heart as they fuck me.

Best part is, the treatments for my heart would leave it good as new.

I never want this to stop and luckily for me, my benefactor isn’t going to anytime soon.

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Do you prefer the tech aspects of cyberpunk or the corporate nightmare or both?

I want to say both. There’s just something about them that gets my heart racing