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[manonoodlang]

GİRL DROWNING CPR

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[manonoodlang]

6

I walked into our living room, watching as you scribbled something on a piece of paper and folded it before placing it inside a bowl. I placed two glasses of red wine on the coffee table. I knew that this meant, and I felt my cheeks flush. I sat beside you and rubbed your back. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?” I asked. Your green eyes meet mine and you smirk, “to be determined, but it’s your turn to find out, pick two” you say, gesturing to the pieces of folded paper in the bowl. I select two pieces and unfold them. They read:

“one stethoscope” and “choking RP”

I loved resus play and you were a cardiophile- a perfect pairing. “What else was an option tonight?” I asked, curios. You unfold the remaining pieces one by one: “rescue breathing” “two stethoscopes” “vibrator” “CPR RP” “Ryan’s choice” “drowning RP” and “Claire’s choice”.

I smile and look at you. You take another sip of wine and smile back, a gentle laugh escaping your lips before saying “your turn to be the victim too, lucky lady”. My eyes lower to his chest and I place a hand over your heart, recalling last time when Ryan was the victim and I was the rescuer. I loved pumping his chest, the way the intensity of the compressions built, the feeling of elation when we both reached our max. “I really liked the two stethoscopes last time” I said. It has been a big turn on for Ryan to know he was listening to my heart while I listened to his. I found it quite sexy too, to hear his body react to my performance. Ryan smirked and replied “I’ll make sure you like the Heimlich maneuver tonight”. My face flushed- Ryan knew I was partial to abdominal thrusts.

I got to my feet and made my way to our bedroom. “Any requests…” I trailed off, raising my eyes brows. You bit your lip, considering. “No, I don’t think so…maybe something black?” I nod and slip into our room. I quickly put on a black satin slip. I take my blonde hair out of its bun and shake it out.

I hear Ryan approaching and I sit on the edge of the bed, ready. You enter, wearing only your boxers. You lean in for a kiss and I breathe in your scent- cologne mixed with red wine. We linger here and I feel tipsy from both the wine and the anticipation of what was coming next.

I pull away from Ryan and search his face, and he nods, ready. I take several deep breaths, purposely arching my chest in his direction before I wrap my hands around my throat and and let out a strangled cough. You stand up and appraise me. I cough again and clutch my chest, feigning an airway obstruction. I let out a wheeze and gesture to my throat, opening and closing my mouth silently. You place a hand on my chest and another on my shoulder. “Keep coughing” your low voice commands me. I nod and play along, gasping for air, my hands still at my throat. You pull me to my feet and position yourself beside me. You lean me forward and settle your hand in between my shoulder blades. A firm back blow rocks me forward and I stumble slightly, letting you support some of my weight. You strike my back again as I gagged.

You move behind me and run your hands down to my crotch but tease me by quickly repositioning your hands for the Heimlich maneuver. Your strong arms wrapped around my waist, holding me tight before thrusting them in and up into my abdomen. A real grunt escapes my lips and I let my head fall back onto your shoulder, lolling with each thrust. I feel warmth building between my legs and the start of a heady rush. Each thrust sends me closer to the edge. “Harder” I manage to gasp, and you follow my command. I am lifted slightly off the ground as you thrust into my abdomen again and I moan with pleasure. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling as you continue to work on me, eventually doing the Heimlich maneuver with such force that if I were choking for real, it may have actually dislodged an airway obstruction. I let myself to limp after a particularly strong thrust and we fall into bed. I’m face down and you pause to grab my ass, temporarily distracted. You then pull me onto my my hands and knees, your hands circling around my waist once again. You resume abdominal thrusts, and I swoon. I love the feeling as your strong fists press deep into me. First slow and sensual, then building in frequency and intensity, my breath exhaling sharply with each thrust. I raise one hand and rest it on your fists circled around my waist. You pull me off of all fours into a kneeling position, my back flat against your stomach. I can feel your cock growing hard as you grind against my ass while delivering another abdominal thrust. I moan with pleasure as our bodies continue this dance-you’re grinding in synch with each abdominal thrust. I lean back into you, dropping my arms at my sides and gripping your thighs, enjoying the feeling as you compressed my diaphragm and forced air out of my lungs.

Slowly your focus shifts to grinding only and I lean forward onto all fours again. You grind so hard I am pushed onto my stomach and lie there, gasping for breath. I feel your breath at the back of my neck as you whisper “I need to check your airway”. I grin as you swing yourself off of me and roll me onto my back. We lock eyes, your hand cupping my face, strands of my blonde hair stuck to my flushed cheeks. You brush my hair aside and lean in for a kiss and I kiss back with equal force. Our lips part and you turn your head, my breath causing strands of your dark hair to move back and forth.

You grab my wrist in your hand, feeling my pulse throb against your fingertips. You kiss my wrist and move your hands to my neck, feeling my pulse there. “Hmm…” you mutter, leaning in to press your lips to my neck, kissing your way down to my collarbone. Your hands move down my body next, pausing at my breasts, then my hip bones, and finally at my femoral pulse point, feeling my pulse beat strong.

I grab the stethoscope from the bedside table and put the tips in my ears and press the bell to your chest. Your heart is racing too, and I know you’re hard. You place your hand over mine on your chest, your other hand again finding my wrist and feeling my pulse as you close your eyes. We enjoy this for a moment, and I sigh.

Your eyes open and you move the bell to my chest, and my heartbeat fills my ears. You watch for a moment as I listen to my own heart. “Here” I say as I remove the ear pieces and pass them to you. You slip them into your ears and I keep the bell pressed to my chest. I move it around my bare chest a few times, watching your face, never breaking eye contact. A mischievous look comes across your face and you straddle my hips, stethoscope still in your ears listening to my heart.

You begin thrusting and grinding in synch with my heartbeat, causing my heart rate to increase slightly. I gasp in pleasure, my back arching. The stethoscope slides from my chest but you grab it and press it firmly to my chest again. I run my hands up and down your strong arms as you interlock your hands and nestle them between my breasts and begin gentle chest compressions. A tiny “huff” escapes from me each time you compress my chest. I feel my belly rippling against your thighs with each compression. I unsuccessfully stifle a moan as you again grind in synch with my pulse while simultaneously compressing my chest.

We continue like this for some time before you dismount me and lay beside me in bed. We’re both breathless as we take turns listening to each others hearts. “Thanks for saving me, babe” I joke, pressing my body against yours. “Anytime Claire” you say, wrapping your arms around me, “and I can’t wait for next time” you whisper in my ear.

[manonoodlang]

Trying to cardiovert and restore heartbeat.

Full video can be found on my YT site .

[manonoodlang]

Rebreathing part 2

[manonoodlang]

Hi, in this video I’m playing a patient at ICU, I’m not breathing and my heart is fibrillating. The girlfriend plays the role of a nurse and tries to force my sick heart to beat again.

[manonoodlang]

hello!! I'm seriously thinking about uploading resus content in of, would you like it?

[manonoodlang]

This Too sexy

[manonoodlang]

Sk8ter is brought in after falling from his board. He seizes and then arrests.

Given Mouth to Mouth and CPR he revives. (Full video on my YT page)

[manonoodlang]

Working on a full video soon; here’s a lil snippet of our fun recently…

Many good scenarios you guys want to see us try? DM me for custom videos 😉

[manonoodlang]

"Breathe for me!"

[manonoodlang]

Cpr

An intubated patient is having trouble breathing and then flatlines.

[manonoodlang]

Aussie lived by himself and had never really had any medical concerns. That all changed one morning when he was taking a shower before heading to work. As he stepped out of the shower he reached over for his towel when there was a sudden intense pain in his chest. He grabbed his chest as his vision went dark and he crashed onto his bathroom floor. His nude damp body laid there for a small period of time. Fortunately for Aussie his good friend and neighbor Ella is a paramedic and when she was leaving her house she saw that his car was still in the driveway. It was a strange sight because normally he would have been gone before she left. She walked over to his door and knocked a few times calling out his name. She knew were he hid a key and quickly entered the house. She kept calling out his name and made it up to his bathroom. She tried to open the door but felt it collide with something heavy. "Aussie you okay its Ella?" She pushed again and saw that it was Aussie naked on the floor. She quickly used all of her weight to burst into the bathroom and kneeled beside his body. She felt for a pulse and upon finding none she quickly centered her hands on his bare chest and pushed down hard and fast. With each compression she muttered under her breath "1,2,3,4,5..." all the way to thirty. After thirty compressions she tilted his head back and gave him two quick rescue breaths. She felt for a pulse again and started to panic when there wasn't any. She remembered that he had an AED in his bedroom and left him momentarily to run and find it. After grabbing the AED she returned to his side and opened it up. She wiped down his chest with a towel before placing the large pads on his chest. The AED whined to life as it read out "Stay calm, do not touch patient analyzing" After a few moments it read out again "Shock advised, do not touch patient, charging". Each moment felt like an eternity as she looked up and down Aussie's nude body before snapping out of it. "Press flashing shock button" Ella pressed the button as Aussie jerked around on the floor slightly before going still again. "Resume CPR" the AED read out. She centered her hands again and resumed CPR. "Come on Aussie don't do this" she pleaded. After three rounds of CPR and rescue breathing she realized she had never called 911 since she was so used to responding to calls instead of making them. She pulled out her phone, dialed 911, and placed it on speaker phone. She gave all the necessary information and pleaded for them to hurry. She had already been performing resuscitation for over five minutes and knew every second counts. Each moment felt like an eternity as she desperately compressed his chest. His nude body shook with each compression on the cold floor as his heart laid still in his chest. With no drugs available the only option was to continue pushing blood around his body and providing oxygen in hope of keeping his organs alive. After five more minutes of consistent CPR the paramedics arrived and brought their equipment into the bathroom. With little space to work they picked up his nude body and dragged him into the hallway in order to have more room to work. Once he was repositioned they attached the leads over his bare chest and started an IV to push drugs. They immediately pushed epi when the machine read out asystole in order to attempt to convert his heart into a shockable rhythm, One of the paramedics began CPR as the harsh compressions caused Aussie's entire chest to cave in and out. After a few moments the drugs were able to convert him into v-fib so the AED was charged to 300 as they backed away. The shock made him twitch around on the floor. With no change CPR was continued while the AED recharged to 360. At this point they also intubated him and secured it with a blue tube holder in order to provide as much oxygen as possible. The next shock caused his large chest to shoot up slightly before crashing back down. The shock sent Aussie back into asystole as they loaded him into the

ambulance in hopes that the hospital coudl do more for him.

The ambulance ride was uneventful as continuous CPR was performed and in the entire 7 minutes he remained in asystole. Upon arrival to the hospital he was taken directly into the trauma room as a team of medical professionals took over his care. Knowing that he had been down for over twenty minutes the team was unsure if he would make it. With a new IV started another round of drugs was administered as his heart began to twitch in v-fib. The AED pads were ripped off his now pale chest and the paddles were gelled and charged to 360. To everyone's surprise this shock was able to convert him back into normal sinus rhythm. He was stabilized and sent to the ICU as tests were performed.

A couple days later after a speedy recovery it was deemed that he had a heart attack but was now stable enough to be discharged. Ella decided to stay at his place for a few days to watch over him. Upon arrival home Aussie informed her that he was tired and just wanted to rest. His chest was still in pain from the over twenty minutes of CPR that he had recieved. He went and laid down and about thirty minutes later Ella went to check on him. "Hey Aussie, how you feeling?" with no response she thought that he must be sleeping but went closer to him and watched his chest. It was not moving at all and at this moment panic washed over her. "Aussie?" she exclaimed as she felt for a pulse but could not find one. "Come on don't do this to me again" she muttered under her breath. She pushed his t-shirt up and tucked it under his chin. Tilting his head back she placed her warm lips over his before providing two breaths. Each one made his chest rise and fall. She then made her hand into a fist, raised it into the air, and slammed down into the center of his chest. His body contracted and his belly rippled from the impact. With no response she once again placed her hands in the center of his chest and began CPR. The room was silent with only Ella huffing with every compression as she desperately tried to save him for a second time. After every thirty compressions she gave another two breaths to keep his blood oxygenated. She did five rounds of CPR which took a few minutes before grabbing the AED from beside his bed. She peeled the pads off their sheet and placed them on his bare chest. She pressed the on button as the machine whined to life and she continued CPR. The electronic voice started again just like it had a few days prior. "Stay calm, attach defib pads to patients bare chest, do not touch patient analyzing" she backed away. "Shock advised, stay clear of patient, press flashing shock button." She pressed the button on command as Aussie jerked in his own bed. "Continue CPR" the machine read out again. She placed her hands back on his chest which felt like it was growing colder by the minute. She felt his ribs pop again as they never finished healing from his last intense resuscitation. The machine read out every few moments "Continue CPR". Two minutes later the machine gave the same instructions to back away while it analyzed. "No shock advised, continue CPR". Ella knew that meant that he was not in a shockable rhythm. She grabbed her phone and dialed 911 and gave all the information. She did not realize that it had already been ten minutes since she began resuscitating Aussie. She was instructed to move him onto the floor so that a hard surface was on his back. She struggled to move his large body but eventually made it to the ground. She moved the AED to the ground as well as she continued CPR. Each compression caused Aussie to jerk around and his belly to shake. At the fourteen minute mark of his arrest the AED read out again "Shock advised, do not touch patient, press flashing shock button". Pressing the button again this time Aussie rose off the floor and crashed back down. She continued CPR for another minute before the machine was ready to shock him again. The same sequence went on. As she pressed the shock button Aussie flopped on his bedroom floor and his head lolled to the side. Aussie had now been under constant resuscitation for twenty minutes by the time the paramedics arrived.

The paramedics entered the bedroom and were slightly taken aback to see their patient from a few days ago once again under resuscitation. They quickly set up their monitors as they placed the leads across his chest and turned them on. The monitor showed asystole as they started an IV in Aussie's right arm and quickly intubated him and secured it with a blue tube holder. "How long has he been down?" one of the paramedics asked. Ella didn't reply as she knew that if she told them that it had already been twenty minutes they would likely pronounce Aussie on scene. "How long Ella?" the paramedic asked again. "Ten minutes, I was able to shock him a few times and he just went back into asystole when you got here.' Ella replied knowing that none of that was true. "Alright push epi and check pupils." the paramedic responded. The drugs were pushed through his IV and took a penlight out of their pocket and shined it into Aussie's eyes. "Equal but sluggish" the paramedic at the head responded as he picked back up the ambu bag attached to the ET tube. "Let's set up the Lucas and see if that does anything" they grabbed a large case from behind them and pulled out the Lucas. They had to roll his large body to the side as they placed the board on the ground and then rolled him back on top of it. They then placed the unit directly over his chest and placed the plunger in the correct position. With a press of a button perfect mechanical compressions were delivered as Aussie's chest was caved in with each and his belly pushed outward. After thirty seconds the drugs took affect as the monitor showed v-fib. They charged the AED to 300 and paused the Lucas. Pressing the shock button Aussie's feet kicked off the ground slightly as his chest and arms were restricted by the unit. "No change, charge again." The Lucas was resumed as the unit recharged and a few moments later he was shocked again. His hands made loose fists as they were strapped against the unit and then relaxed again. "Still no change, charge to 360." Again the Lucas continued pounding away at Aussie's chest while his fibrillating heart desperately awaited another jolt of electricity. Once the unit was charged he was shocked again. The line on the monitor jumped sharply before falling again and went flat. "Ella we have been here for almost ten minutes and he was down for ten before that." one of the paramedics said. "Load him up, they can do more for him at the hospital.... please." Ella replied with a cracking voice. The paramedics were hesitant at first but then agreed as they loaded Aussie onto a stretcher and rolled him outside. The neighbors were all outside and watched as Aussie was rolled out of his home and loaded into the ambulance.

The ambulance ride proved to be ineffective as the Lucas continued to compress his chest as he remained in asystole the whole way to the hospital. The ventilations continued and more drugs were pushed but his dying heart was refusing to convert into a shockable rhythm. As they reached the ER they rolled the gurney out of the ambulance, and all that could be heard was the constant clicking of the Lucas. His body was now pale and cool to the touch as he had been down for a prolonged period of time. As they entered the trauma room one of the paramedics started giving the overview “Aussie...” but was cut off by the attending “How long has he been down? This is his second arrest this week” “25 minutes” the paramedic responded. “How long has he been asystolic?” the attending asked in a cold tone. “Last 3 minutes” he knew it was a lie but couldn’t bear, to tell the truth as he saw Ella fighting to hold back tears. Alright, he might still have a chance.” The attending now took charge of the team who had already moved Aussie onto the bed and disconnected the Lucas and connected him to their own monitors. “Push epi, and check pupils” The drugs were pushed in as a penlight was checked his pupils which were sluggish but reactive. In a matter of a few moments, the heart monitor showed v-fib as the paddles were charged to 360 and gelled. The AED pads had been ripped off and there were still bright red marks from where they had been stuck to his body. The cold gelled paddles were placed exactly over the red marks as the shock coursed through his dying body. His chest flailed and his toes scrunched with the shock, but no change was detected. A nurse continued deep harsh compressions on his beaten chest that had received more CPR in the past few days than most people do in a lifetime. In another moment the paddles were back on his chest as he was shocked again. His arms flailed to the sides as his torso flopped with the shock. Knowing that they were almost to the 30-minute mark the entire medical team knew that if the next shock sent him back into asystole, he would be pronounced dead right then and there. Each moment passed in slow motion as his chest caved in and out with each compression and his belly rippled. The whining of the defibrillator could be heard as they were charged to 360 for likely the last time. More gel was applied before being rubbed together and pressed onto Aussie’s bare chest. The Ambu bag dropped to the side of his face as the entire team stood away. His chest heaved into the air, head snapped back, arms and legs flailed, and all came crashing back down. A short flatline was seen on screen and then a beep, and another beep. “Normal sinus” the attending declared. “We got you this time Aussie” he whispered. Aussie was stabilized and hooked to a respirator and set with tubes and wires covering his whole body as he was taken to the ICU so that more tests could be made. He wasn’t out of the woods yet but still had fight left in him. Ella stayed by his side for the night hoping to be there when he woke up.

[manonoodlang]

Ohh my

His pleasure

(This one shot is set before One Small Favour)

TW: Contains Dark Cardiophilia, Resus Roleplay, Defibrillation Play, Sexual Cardiophilia.

Matthew’s POV

Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep…

“Current rhythm is sinus, 65bpm. He’s been making a stable recovery since yesterday.”

A gloved hand gently unfastened the shoulder of my patient gown, before pressing the diaphragm of a stethoscope firmly against my skin, moving it about periodically.

“Heart sounds healthy, no signs of any abnormal valve activity.”

My eyelids were carefully lifted by another latex-clad hand, before a torch illuminated my vision.

“Pupils are sluggish, but that’s to be expected after yesterday’s panic. He’ll come around soon. It’s best to let him just recover.”

I heard footsteps as the two staff left. The only noises that kept me company were the slow blips of the patient monitor, the occasional hiss of the blood pressure cuff, and the drawn out whoosh of my own breathing.

The air flowing into my lungs tasted clinical, being delivered by a ventilator through a plastic airway mask. In, out. Slowly and surely.

Something seemed wrong, however. There was a growing pain in my chest, causing my heart rate to quickly start changing for the worst. 65…76…84…98…102. The alarm for tachycardia began sounding.

I struggled to breathe. Every breath became more strained than the last. I couldn’t fill my lungs fast enough to keep up with the demand of my dangerously racing heart, as it began to quiver uselessly in my chest, triggering another alarm.

The doors burst open as two staff rushed to my aid. Fingers pressed hard into my carotid while a stethoscope pushed up against my apex, the user desperately trying to locate any sign of a pulse.

“His heartbeat is barely detectable, he’s coding!”

A button was pressed overhead, sounding a Code Blue scenario. While the code team were on their way, the headrest for my hospital bed was laid flat, and a hard board was slid under me.

“His oxygen sats are low! Switch him out to an ambu-bag and hyperventilate him, stat!”

The mask was disconnected from the ventilator, and a bag was quickly attached. It was squeezed 5 times in fast succession, giving my body more oxygen to work with.

“Beginning compressions!”

Two gloves hands clasped themselves together over my sternum and began pressing down hard, keeping a steady rhythm going.

“25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30! Breathe!”

The ambu-bag was squeezed firmly, forcing air through my lungs. My chest deflated, before another breath was administered.

By now the code team had taken their places around me, a cacophony of organised chaos. My patient gown was snipped away with trauma shears, revealing my dying body to the room.

After 5 rounds of compressions, there was another vitals check. Hands palpated and pressed, pulses and pupils were noted.

“We haven’t restored a heartbeat yet, but his pupils are still sluggishly reactive. Let’s push a dose of epi and resume compressions.”

The inside of my elbow stung from an established iv line, but was rapidly comforted by the strange liquid that flowed through.

My chest was mercilessly battered as the nurse straddling me compressed my heart between my spine and sternum.

“V-Fib on the monitor! Charge the defibrillator to 200J!”

I heard a shrill whine as electricity gathered into the capacitors, before they were taken off the dock. A cold chill ran through my chest as the paddles, now covered in cold gel, were pressed hard against me, as if trying to hold my body down.

“Everyone off! Clear!”

KA-THUNK!

My upper body spasmed against the shock, my head lolled to the side. The rhythm on the patient monitor remained unchanged.

“Hit him again with 200J!”

There was another whine, before the icy paddles settled on my chest again.

“All clear? Shocking at 200J!”

KA-THUNK!

Another spasm caused by the shock, and the code team looked to the monitor in anticipation.

Be-Be-Be-Be…Beeeeeeeeeee

“He’s fallen into asystole! Doctor, we’re losing him!”

“Fuck! Push another epi and resume compressions!”

Another staff member took over manually pumping my blood around my body, while another kept an eye on my monitor.

“He’s in V-Fib again! Charge the paddles to 250J!”

A longer whine, and the chilling pressure of the defibrillator returned once more. All hands moved off of me immediately.

“Clear!”

KA-THUNK!

A greater spasm this time, causing my back to lift off of the bed slightly before slamming down once more.

“No change, hit him at 300J!”

“Clear!”

My body jerked hard from the force of the electricity discharged into my chest. I felt my heart kick hard in my chest, before becoming still.

Beeeeeeeeeeeee

“Fuck! He’s flatlining again!”

A fist swung down and struck my bruised sternum, triggering a single irregular beat.

“Don’t give up on me! Nurse, charge the paddles to 360!”

“But Doctor—!”

“Just charge them!”

A new figure straddled me, crushing my chest repeatedly with determination, illustrating every word with a deep compression.

“Don’t …Give …Up! …I …Will …Bring …You …Back! …Your …Heart …Won’t …Stop …Until …I …Stop!

“Doctor, stop!”

“Don’t interrupt me!”

“He’s in V-Fib, we need to shock him!”

“Okay, everyone off? Clear!”

KA-THUNK!

“No change! Charge again!”

“But—“

“I said charge again! His pupils are still sluggish, there’s still hope!”

The defibrillator was charged again; the whine of electricity seemed to go on for eons. But the paddle were soon clamped down onto my chest.

“CLEAR!”

The muscles in my upper body clenched in tandem, as my spine arched up higher than any shock had caused, before hitting the bed with a dull thud as I fell.

Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep

“Oh my— He’s in sinus. Let’s intubate him, it may be a while before he recovers enough to breathe on his own.”

The ambu-bag and mask were discarded, while my mouth was gently pried open, before a tube was threaded into my throat. A cuff was inflated, holding the tube in place.

“Right, let’s check airways.”

The bag attached to the tube was squeezed, pushing air through my lungs once more. A stethoscope relayed my breathing back to the doctor.

“Airways are good, connect him to a ventilator.”

The stethoscope made its way to my heart, where the doctor pressed the diaphragm gently, avoiding my bruised sternum.

“His heartbeat is regular, but I’m going to keep a close eye on him. Thank you all for your help.”

There was a shuffle as several people left the room. A hand made contact with my apex.

“Shhh, it’s gonna be okay. You’re safe now.”

——————————

I opened my eyes, taking my surroundings in. I lay on the operating table in my basement, completely naked. A laptop sat on top of the crash cart, with an audio file on the media player.

It was a custom audio, requested from somebody in the community. I had helped write the scenario of a male patient in recovery slipping into a code.

It was something I would follow along with at home, since I had all the necessary crash equipment. I spat out part of a laryngeal tube; one that I had cut down so it still functioned without having to be inserted deep into my airway.

Resting on my chest were the defibrillator paddles. Still slick with gel, I slid them around my chest, before giving a mock discharge. I let out a long sigh, satisfied as I put the paddles aside.

I wiped the gel off of my chest and discarded the paper towels. I picked up the stethoscope with my gloved hands, before inserting the eartips.

I savoured the clinical feeling of latex covering my hands as I performed an auscultation of my racing heart. Hearing the bassy thumps of my heart gave me goosebumps, and I knew that I had to indulge my cardiophilia further.

I slipped the ambu-bag and mask over my face and squeezed hard, letting the sterile smelling air fill me. Oh fuck, I couldn’t resist the temptation no longer.

I took the chest strap from the table, tightening it until the stethoscope’s diaphragm was painfully bound in place. My heart bucked hard against the pressure in protest.

I poured some conductive gel into my palm, and without much thought, I grasped the base of my throbbing cock, letting out a low moan from the sudden cold.

Very slowly, I brought my hand up and down, slicking the icy gel up my shaft, trying to stifle the grunts that tried to come out. My hips moved in tandem, grinding against my own hand as I got lost in pleasure.

My heart drowned out my lustful noises, beating harder and faster with every minute. My free hand squeezed the ambu-bag every so often, letting me become lost in the clinical smell of the breathing apparatus.

It wasn’t long until I came, my heart giving a hard thump and skip before I climaxed. I unfastened the chest strap and pushed more air through my lungs, high from the experience.

This was perfection for me, being able to have a self-resus roleplay in that which I could be both doctor and patient.

Although what I really wanted was for someone to indulge me by playing doctor with me and compressing my chest over and over.

[manonoodlang]

😍

How do you feel about lethal injection. Standard three injections where you’re sedated, breathing stopped followed by your heart being stopped. Your heart will be closely monitored during the whole procedure by both stethoscope and EKG.

Or being used as a living donor, your heart being the last thing that’s needed

I like both, but I love the idea of the lethal injection in particular (in fantasy only)... something about the violation of drugs taking away your body’s ability to function is just. Mmmfff.

This is a still from a video I won’t post because it was for a particular person, but I acted out a lethal injection once, and maybe I’ll do it again some time.

This also inspired me to do some writing...

 TW: dark cardiophilia, sexual cardiophilia, ‘unhappy’ ending

So I'd prefer not to have full sedation, just pain mitigation... I want to experience every moment of my body's reaction to the injections. Based on what I'm reading about it, it might go something like this (though I'm sure this is taking some major liberties, so uh... don’t try this at home?)

First, I'm restrained, fully nude on a flat surface, upright but slightly reclined. There are thick straps holding my head, chest, thighs, and ankles, EKG leads stuck to my chest in three places and a stethoscope taped over over my apex to monitor every dying beat of my heart. The equipment is already broadcasting the beeps and thumping lub-dubs of my nervous heartbeat into the room.

A doctor in black latex gloves takes my arm and injects me with an opiate. It travels up my arm via the bloodstream to my heart and brain, making me feel a sense of peace and euphoria while also heightening my growing arousal. The doctor puts two gloved fingers between my legs, feeling how wet I already am, and shows them to the one-way mirror. I don’t know who’s watching from the other side. Anyone who paid enough to see the show--my first and last.

Once I begin to relax, the doctor injects vecuronium bromide into my other arm. I know from my research that it’s used in anaesthesia to paralyse the muscles so that surgery can be performed. Now, unsedated as I am, I can feel the paralysis spreading through my body as my fast-beating heart distributes the drug. The inability to move starts in my extremities but moves quickly in toward my core in a matter of a minute or two. My heart, already pounding with growing arousal and fear, grows more panicked with every passing moment. I can hear it beating wildly through the speakers, its bassy thumps less and less distinct as its rate increases. The monitor beside me reads 160 bpm, 30 respirations per minute -- I’m panting as my heart accelerates and my muscles slacken.

The paralysing agent has reached my lungs. My breaths start to become labored. The doctor checks the monitor and looks down at me with dark lust in his eyes, moving his fingers back between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit. “You’ll feel as though you’re struggling to breathe,” he tells me, watching my face. “That’s because you’re suffocating. Slowly. The oxygen levels in your blood are dropping already” -- he nods to the O2 saturation on the monitor, already down to 90% -- “and I’m going to watch it continue until your chest muscles are completely paralysed and unable to expand your lungs anymore. Your body wants to breathe but it can’t.”

He moves his fingers downward, thrusting them inside my wet pussy while his thumb continues to rub my clit. My laboured breathing turns into a long moan as I get close to orgasm, though I don’t have the air to spare. Now I’m panting weakly, almost gasping as my muscles can barely be convinced to make my chest rise and fall.

“Your body wants to breathe,” he says again. “Listen to how badly your heart wants it.” I can feel it hammering against my ribs, hear it pounding through the room, echoing off the walls, the mirror. The monitor says it’s up to 200 bpm and alarms are going off, though with the volume turned low so as not to be a distraction. My heart is throwing itself futilely against its cage, while my lungs... my lungs.... I can’t breathe anymore. My chest won’t move. My mind is still active but I can feel the paralysis take full hold over my chest muscles. There’s still air in my lungs, consciousness won’t leave me quite yet, but the doctor puts his free hand on my chest and smiles at its stillness.

“Your O2 is down to 50 but I know you’re still conscious,” he says. He pulls his hand from my pussy--to my breathless, dying dismay--and wipes it absently on a surgical cloth while watching my mouth open and close a little, soundlessly. I can’t help but try and gasp for air even though I know I can’t get it.

“You only have seconds left,” he continues, “but I won’t let you go so easily. I want you to feel that heart beat for the last time.” And he reaches for something on a shelf behind my head. As my vision starts to fade to black, something presses over my mouth and nose. Air is forced into my my lungs as he squeezes the ambubag. My vision returns crystal clear. I can’t move any part of my body but my eyes now, but he is giving me air to breathe. My heart begins to slow. I can’t look to the monitor but it sounds like it’s at about 150 bpm now. 

The doctor squeezes the bag again a few more times, giving me 10 seconds or so to get my oxygen levels all the way back up. He leans in close to whisper in my ear between squeezes and I can feel his cock pressing against me, rock hard through his scrub pants. “Your breathing is in my hands now. I control your lungs. I decide when to let you breathe...and when to stop.”

He sets the bag down. I’m still not breathing. Can’t breathe. My chest is still, but my heart still pounds within it, thrashing violently. With no other movement in my body at all, it is all I can hear, all I can feel. Already, my heart rate is climbing again, my pump thrumming with life. If I wanted to stop, I couldn’t tell him--it’s too late. I’m terrified and more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.

His waist is outside my limited field of vision, but I can tell from the sound that he’s dropped his scrub pants. He comes in close again, now holding a syringe. He raises it directly in front of my face. His bare, rigid cock is against my hip, and his free hand is making small circles over my throbbing clit. A tiny moan comes from my throat, to my own surprise--the last of the air he pumped into me escaping. He smiles a deadly smile.

He shows me the syringe again and his voice suddenly turns cold, professional. “Potassium chloride is used to stop the patient’s heart. Without full sedation, this may be painful. The feeling has been likened to 'liquid fire' entering veins and snaking towards the heart.”

I’m beginning to feel the lack of oxygen again, a burning feeling deep in my lungs. My heartbeat in the room is growing louder and faster again.

“If you weren’t paralysed this way,” he continues, “Your entire body would spasm uncontrollably, because potassium sends signals to every muscle in the body to contract. When it reaches your heart, it will immediately disrupt the delicate balance of sodium and potassium ions that keep it pumping. And then... well, you’ll see.”

He takes my left arm gently. I can still feel, though I can’t move. The needle pricks into the crook of my elbow, and I can tell when he depresses the plunger, from the immediate burning sensation that begins to spread up my arm.

“There we go,” he says. “You’re on your way to complete cardiovascular collapse, and there’s nothing either of us can do to stop it now.”

My heart is racing, echoing through the room faster than I’ve ever heard it before.  The burning pain is spreading through my body one artery at a time. I can trace its path in my mind as it invades my other limbs, my belly, my chest.

The doctor’s eyes go to the monitor. “230,” he says, a small sigh of arousal escaping his lips. “And O2 down to 55. One more to see you through?”

He puts the ambubag over my face again and gives it a few deep squeezes, filling my chest with air and bringing me back to full consciousness to experience the end.

My heart skips for the first time as he pulls the bag away and I feel his cock twitch against me. Putting his right hand under my left breast over the pounding apical beat, he thrusts inside me, his other hand on my clit.

My heart is slamming against my ribs, against his hand, but it’s skipping now as the pressure builds in my chest and the pleasure between my legs. My pump is losing rhythm, fibrillating for a few seconds at a time before stuttering hard with palpable thumps that shake my whole breast. The doctor thrusts forcefully into me in time to those arrthymic thumps, lifting my body in the straps, shoving me hard against the gurney. 

Right hand still on my spasming apex, his left goes to my throat. Presses into my carotid, feeling the dissonant pulses there too. 

“Your heart will stop any second,” he says, and that left hand goes to my clit. 

I can’t think, can’t see, can only feel. My heart is a thundering chaos of failing beats, his cock is battering into me, my body is beginning to spasm against the straps holding me, everything is burning, but I’m climbing a wave of pleasure bigger than anything I’ve ever experienced.

The orgasm rocks through me just as my heart gives one last, massive throb and shudders to a halt. As my consciousness fades, I’m aware of his moan of pleasure and the hot wetness that spills into me and down my thighs. He cums hard as my heart spasms for the last time. My heart is still, my chest unmoving... and everything fades to black.

[manonoodlang]

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A dark fantasy: angel of death

Her eyes darted around the room, panic setting in as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings. Cold metal was under her back and her arms and legs were tied down. The ball gag in her mouth kept her from screaming but she was able to moan.

The room was dark, the majority of the lights were turned off and she couldn’t make out many details. What she could see was a wall with metal doors, almost like walk-in freezers.

It was then she saw him, sitting in a corner, staring at her. His white coat covering forest green scrubs. His face was hidden behind a surgical mask, just his eyes were exposed. He didn’t say a single word to her as he got to his feet and made his way to where she was lying on the metal table.

She thrashed about as he ran his fingers down her shirt, starting at the collar bone and moving down between her breasts. He pulled a pair of surgical shears from his pocket and sliced off the arm of her shirt. This he folded thrice and wrapped it around her head, covering her eyes. She was now blindfolded, bound, and gagged; completely at his mercy.

He snipped the top and bottom seams of her shirt with the scissors. With one quick and practiced motion he ripped open her shirt, exposing her bra and stomach. She trembled and moaned. Using the scissors again he cut her bra straps and then the center, allowing the cups to fall away. She thrashed again, recoiling against the cool air in the room. Her nipples immediately began to stiffen, the areolas contracting.

He took a pen from his pocket and with the tip retracted he traced a “Y” from her collarbone down to her navel. He moved the pen to follow the contour of her breasts and circled her nipples. She moaned as goose flesh prickled her skin.

Her belt was removed, as were her pants; sliced clean through with the shears. Now she lay on the ruined remains of her clothes, on the metal table. Her torso was bare and her modesty was protected only by her panties. Her spread legs were tied down, leaving her vulnerable, and he took full advantage.

He pinched and rolled her nipples, forcing them to contract even more, shaping them to his desire. He attached two clamps to her nipples and the other end to a tens unit that he’d modified for tonight. He activated the unit and pulses of electricity shot through her nipples forcing her back to arch. The voltage wasn’t enough to cause her any real harm, but it could be painful. He set the machine to random intensity and pattern.

She began to squeal through the gag as he prepared his next toy. He yanked her panties aside and slid two lubricated fingers deep into her, curling them as if to beckon her. The tips brushed the inside wall of her vagina, stimulating her “g spot.” When she had been properly stretched and lubricated, he removed his fingers from her quivering form and inserted a vibrating dildo. This he also set to a pulse pattern as he slid it in and out of her.

He took his stethoscope and placed the bell on her chest, listening to her heart as it pounded away, faster and faster. With each new toy he introduced her pump beat faster and harder. He left the dildo inserted and vibrating as he moved closer to her. She felt a prick as the needle pierced her skin and entered her vein. The warm liquid spilled into her bloodstream and quickly made its way to her brain, where it worked its magic.

Her movements began to slow and her thrashing quieted. Even her breathing began to slow. Then he whispered into her ear. “I’ve given you a paralytic drug. I find it most effective for inducing a cooperative state in my patients. You may notice that you are unable to move, or even breathe, but you’ll be fully conscious for everything.

Indeed she had noticed that breathing was becoming more difficult, even impossible. She was getting dizzy from lack of oxygen when she felt his lips lock to hers and her lungs inflated with his air. He twisted her clamped nipple and she wanted to cry out, but she couldn’t even manage that.

“If you’re a good girl I’ll breathe for you. If you’re not a good girl… we’ll you won’t give me any trouble will you?”

She felt his hands on her chest and then he was compressing her hard. Her heart was squeezed between her spine and sternum, and he had her right where he wanted her. Fifteen times his hands compressed her, all the while the clamps electrocuted her nipples and the dildo continued to vibrate inside of her.

His lips locked to hers and fresh oxygen filled her starving lungs. “You are a good girl, and you’re mine forever.” He rubbed her clit with one hand and used his other to compress her chest.

[manonoodlang]

Good 👍😎

Injustice: The resuscitation of Harley Quinn

Harley Quinn, Catwoman, and Cyborg have been sent to Arkham Asylum. Once there they have been told to use the old tunnels to go to the bat cave so that they can get to Batman’s surveillance computer named “Brother Eye”. Brother eye has unfortunately been taken over by the super villain and world threat Brainiac who has already captured thousands of worlds including the homeworld of Superman and Supergirl, Krypton.

The three heroes arrive to Arkham via boom tube and almost immediately run into Poison Ivy and her deadly pheromones. Ivy is working with a group called the Society who is directly connected with Brainiac to weaken this world. Ivy chose this route because she feels like that is the best way to protect the green that she cares so deep about.

Harley sees Ivy and tries to talk her down. “Come on red we can go back to driving the boys wild” she says as she tries to convince Ivy to stand down. Several more minutes of Harley and the team trying to get Ivy to see that Brainiac cares nothing about the green when Ivy sudden releases her pheromones with Harley getting hit with the brunt of them as she limply falls to the ground.

Catwoman and Cyborg start to attack Poison Ivy with the battle taking several minutes before they force Ivy to retreat vowing that nothing that they are doing is going to stop Brainiac.

Catwoman quickly runs out to check in Harley as soon as the battle ends. Almost immediately there are clear signs that something is seriously wrong here. Harley already pale is even more so now and there is no movement of her chest to indicate that she is breathing. Quickly Catwoman takes off her clawed gloves and places a finger against the carotid artery of the downed clown. Feeling nothing she screams for Cyborg “Victor she isn’t breathing and she doesn’t have a pulse do you have an AED built in there?

Cyborg dashes over there placing AED pads against her chest. “Selina I have nothing on the AED you need to start chest compressions now if we are going to save her.”

Catwoman takes off her over glove locks her hands over Harley’s chest and starts to compress down making sure each compression is deep enough and that she is forcing her friend’s heart to pump. ..22.23.24.25.26.27.28.29.30 “what does the monitor look like Victor?” she asks hoping that her effort has already kick started her friend’s heart. She’s still flatlined Cyborg yells out as Catwoman prepares to do another set of compressions.

Harley’s torso shakes and rocks under the force of catwomans’s compressions. For having such a slinder body Catwoman was strong as hell. Her small hands forcing Harley’s sternum to bend in her ribs clearly on the edge of cracking but if they do then it is what was needed to bring back Harley.

The moon hits off Catwoman’s suit as she tilts back Haley’s head brushing back her blonde and dyed hair before pinching her nose shut. As she was going to complete the seal of mouths Catwoman had the thought that this close you can really see the damage that falling in the acid did to Harley’s face the reason why she is so pale. Catwoman completes the seal of their mouths and blows her air into Harley’s lungs still able to taste the chewing gum that Harley had in her mouth as she died. Catwoman watches Harley’s chest to make sure that her breaths the idea came to her mind they she needed to to get those tight clothes off her chest to allow for deeper compressions. “Victor quick throw me my gloves she yells as Cyborg before putting them on and quickly using the sharper than glass claws to cut off Harley’s leather top and bra leaving her torso exposed her skin also pale here showing more of the damage that the acid had done when she got thrown into it.

The moon light now hits Harley’s chest as Catwoman quickly removes her gloves and places her hands on Harley’s chest this time it is bare skin to skin. “Come on Harley you can’t do this you have to come back to the team” she says before she starts hard deep compressions hearing the popping of a rib as she pushes down .17.18.19.20.21.....30. She pulls back as Cyborg yells that we have a shockable rhythm. Cyborg using his own body to power the AED tells Catwoman to back off as he is about to shock her. "Clear" he yells and Catwoman does the same. They watch as the muscles of Harley’s chest and torso tighten her back slightly arching as 200j of electricity goes through her chest. The only sounds you can hear in front of the asylum are the whine of the AED as it registers the shock but then tells that another shock is advisable

As soon as the shock goes through Harley Catwoman goes back to the bare chest of her friend and teammate. “You’ve got this babe just come back to us she says as she looks into Harley’s eyes that are looking up directly into the night sky. Catwoman powers through two rounds of compressions her own muscles starting to get worn out between the fight with Ivy and now working on her friend. She powers on though as she seals lips with the clown princess and provides her lungs two deep breaths.

She breaks away as she hears Victor say that the next shock is ready. 300j this time go through her body her back arching up more. If it wasn’t for the stress of the situation it might even be attractive how her body moved but both of them know that right now their only goal is to get their friend back to the land of the living. 300j again clear! Cyborg yells out as he sends the second shock straight into the motionless body of one Harley Quinn. As soon as the body stops moving from the shock Catwoman goes and slams her fist down multiple times on Harley’s chest. She then goes into cpr forcing her ribs to bend her stomach to puff up and over her leather pants going harder and faster. “Harley you are not going to do this. If you survived everything that the Joker put you though you are going to get though this.” She notices that Harley’s nipples and lips are losing more color. Catwoman doesn’t stop a 2 sets of compressions she keeps going letting her hands slam down on her chest giving everything she has to these compressions. Forcing Harley’s breasts to bounce everywhere her stomach expanding huge.

Finally Victor has to yell clear at 360j as he sends the max shock into her heart. Harley’s body arches high and lands with an audible thud. Again nothing. Catwoman rushes up to her smacks her in the face. “Harleen Frances Quinzel you are not going to do this. You are going to come back.” Catwoman places her hands in the middle of Harley’s chest once again pumping fast and deep. Her whole body moving with the force of the compressions. 1.1.3.4.5.6.7.8.9.10.11.12 suddenly there is a sound from under her. She weakly hears Harley say “again.......again.” Catwoman quickly picks her up and they use the boom tube to travel back to the hideout Batman has set up for them to give Harley more pain treatment and exam.

[manonoodlang]

I like this please do another one

Ahri comic .........70 percent complete.