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Crystal is quite vindictive.

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A redheaded spy was caught snooping around the research camp! It was great for Viki though because she needed a subject to practice on.

Collab with @mrkillerovsky (Their character, Thes, being the subject)

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She is crashing !

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Finale of

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Part 1

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Fast Lub Dub with skips

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Gertrude's Punishment

Gertrude's greatest strength is also her greatest weakness.

Dark energy crackled from Heidi's fingertips as she hurled a shadowy bolt at Gertrude from behind. Their battle had waged on for over two hours.

Gertrude turned and deflected it with her enchanted sword, the impact reverberating up her arms. Sweat poured down Gertrude's brow, stinging her eyes.

"You're weakening," Heidi said, walking closer.

"I have plenty of fight left in me, witch!" Gertrude snarled. She charged forward and slashed at Heidi with renewed ferocity. Steel clanged against an invisible barrier. Gertrude's mighty heart pounded frantically in her chest, breath coming in ragged gasps now. Legendary for feats of strength and speed with the power of her heart, Her weakness was time, and it was running out…

Heidi's lips curled into a wicked smirk. "Poor dear, working yourself into exhaustion." She thrust out her hand, unleashing a fresh barrage of inky bolts.

Gertrude tried to block them but faltered, her sword arm trembling. The spells struck her, sending jolts of icy pain through her body. She staggered back and fell to one knee, head spinning.

I would sooner die than surrender...

Grinning in triumph, Heidi walked toward Gertrude's hunched form, savoring her imminent victory over the once-mighty warrior maiden.

As Gertrude collapsed to the ground, Heidi straddled her fallen foe, eyes glimmering with cruel triumph. She reached down, phasing through Gertrude’s warm living flesh as if it were nothing but soft clay.

Gertrude gasped as Heidi’s hand closed around her still beating heart. The organ pulled to the surface, glistening, and pounding in the chilly moonlit night.

“Pathetic,” Heidi sneered, lips curled in a vicious smile. “For all this trouble, you’re as vulnerable as any mortal.” She said, watching Gertrude’s legendarily large, exposed heart contract violently in a candid expression of terror and exhaustion.

The victorious sorceress slapped the defenseless woman’s exposed life. A sharp, wet sound echoed through the forest as Gertrude cried out, back arching while Heidi took in the view of her seizing and stuttering heart, thrown into chaos by the sorceress’ assault.

I need to escape… Gertrude whispered, pushing weakly at Heidi.

In a burst of desperate strength, Gertrude bucked Heidi off and stumbled to her feet, one hand clutching at the quivering muscle protruding obscenely from her chest. She tried to run, but after only a few staggering steps, Gertrude collapsed to her knees, fighting for breath as her heart still shuddered uselessly.

“Going somewhere, my dear?” Heidi mocked, kicking Gertrude over. The knight lay helpless and drained of all vigor. Heidi knelt and seized the quivering muscle with both hands, squeezing her slick fluttering prize with savage glee.

Agony exploded through Gertrude’s body, her back bowing as a strangled scream tore from her throat. Her vision went dark as Heidi’s grip tightened. The last thing the knight saw before her blackout was the sorceress’s feral grin.

But Heidi wasn’t finished…

She cradled Gertrude’s pathetic and thoroughly defeated heart tenderly, admiring how the delicate thing still rippled in her merciless grasp, still fighting valiantly to keep its owner alive.

“Shh, my dear. It’s not over yet,” she said to the unconscious knight as she rhythmically massaged and constricted the slick and hefty vascular mass between her hands. She tenderly coaxed Gertrude’s weakened heart to keep pumping, to keep circulating blood through her needy little body.

Mighty and determined as it is, Gertrude’s heart contracted powerfully in sporadic beats, rippling with life as Heidi’s motion nourished it and moved blood through its sprawling arteries. Heidi grinned in wicked anticipation, helping this vigorous and determined pulse bring life back to her victim.

“Oh Gertrude, your heart is so beautiful,” she said as she held the supple pink flesh, feeling its rhythmic and lively beating between her hands as those vibrant blue eyes slowly revealed themselves. It became faster, more forceful as Gertrude groaned awake.

Heidi sat there holding her living prize, feeling the rise and fall of Gertrude’s chest beneath her thighs. The woman’s body seemed to surrender, muscles slackening in defeat. But something was different…

Gertrude’s heart pounded harder and faster by the second. Each contraction rippled across the glossy pink surface; arteries taut as they swelled beneath her hands. Heidi cocked her head, intrigued by the forceful contractions despite Gertrude’s otherwise effortless squirming.

“My, my, what’s this?” Heidi mused, tracing a fingertip along the prominently bulging blood vessels.

She pressed her palm to the writhing organ, felt it strain and stutter against her touch as if yearning to break free as she reminded the woman of her situation. Gertrude’s body tensed, her breathing shallow and labored.

Leaning in close, hot breath tickling Gertrude’s ear, Heidi whispered mockingly, “And what exactly are you planning, my silly little pet? Your precious heart is getting so aggressive with me sweetie.”

She slammed her hips against Gertrude’s abdomen, eliciting a choked gasp.

“Come now, I’m dying to know what futile scheme has it pumping so very… very hard..." she said with sadistic excitement, asserting her grip on the twisting, clenching supple muscle as it strained violently against her. "what an angry little thing.” she continued.

Heidi gazed down in wicked adoration. the feisty muscle calming finally as Gertrude truly accepted her fate. This new toy was more enjoyable by the second.

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Guarded Heart

Two women are caught in a high stakes battle for a peaceful village

Gertrude stood amidst the rocky outcrops of the mountaintop village, her breath labored but determined. Her old nemesis, the imposing magical Queen Valyria, stood across from her, the two locked in a fierce struggle. Valyria’s stamina was legendary—her movements quick, fluid, and full of a relentless energy that rivaled Gertrude's own strength.

"Valyria," Gertrude called out, her voice carrying over the howling gusts. "We need not do this. Surely there is another way."

Valyria let out a melodic laugh that echoed between the clearing of trees. "Oh Gertrude, still trying to avoid the inevitable? You know as well as I that our paths have been destined to cross in glorious battle."

The two circled each other, their eyes locked in a battle of wills as much as of bodies. Gertrude swung her large sword. Valyria dodged swiftly, delivering powerful electric bolts to Gertrude’s ribs and arms with the grace of someone untouchable. Each hit made Gertrude grit her teeth as her massive heart fluttered, but she beat her chest demandingly and held her ground, waiting for the right moment.

Then, with a fierce roar, Gertrude lunged forward. Valyria tried to twist away, but Gertrude anticipated the move. She caught Valyria on the back swing, the hilt connecting with Valyria’s side in a sickening thud. The impact knocked Valyria off her feet, and she tumbled to the ground, her breath escaping her in a harsh gasp. Gertrude followed through, the heavy weapon smashing into the metal ring on Valyria’s chest with a brutal force, knocking the wind out of her completely. The queen lay sprawled on the cold, unforgiving earth, gasping for air, her stamina faltering as Gertrude loomed over her, finally seizing the upper hand.

"I know your weakness now, Valyria. It’s the same as mine but even more vulnerable," Gertrude whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction.

Gertrude's eyes gleamed as she loomed over Valyria's crumpled form. The dark queen lay gasping on the ground, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Gertrude’s heart shook her delicate frame with anticipation. This was her moment—the moment she had craved for so long, to finally break the woman who had haunted her for years.

Raising her sword high above her head, Gertrude brought it crashing down, not upon Valyria’s body as the witch anticipated with a magic shield around her neck, but on the shimmering portal generator embedded in the queen’s armor. The sword struck the device with a crack of magical energy, sparks flying as Gertrude's strikes grew more furious. Each blow and stomp sent shudders through Valyria’s body and robbing her of breath, and Gertrude could see the fear creeping into her opponent's once-steely gaze. The magical shield flickered, then sputtered, and finally, with a sharp hiss, it shattered under the relentless assault. “The witch’s shield can protect everything but its source.” Gertrude taunted.

Valyria gasped, her eyes wide with horror as her most vulnerable secret was revealed. There, hanging between her breasts, pulsed her exposed and oversized heart, previously hidden in a dimension of its own behind the magical device. It hung unnaturally, helpless and feeble in its exposure, every frantic beat visible in the cold light of the mountain basin. The once-mighty queen, feared for her unyielding strength and magic, was now utterly vulnerable. Her heart, beating wildly and exposed for Gertrude to see, flopped against her chest with each erratic pulse, the veins and arteries distending taut with each contraction in the organ’s desperate movements.

Gertrude’s lips curled into a smile. She had never seen anything so pathetic—so glorious. She stepped closer, watching the heart beat helplessly, knowing that Valyria’s life now lay in her hands.

Valyria, rolling onto her hands and knees, trembled with exhaustion and fear. Her dark skin glistened with sweat, her heart still exposed, dangling from her chest. The supple pink organ, connected by thick vessels, writhed frantically, almost as if it were trying to flee from its precarious position. Gertrude stood tall before her fallen foe, eyes narrowing with cruel intent as she surveyed the woman who had once been untouchable. Now, Valyria's strength was gone, and the very core of her life hung vulnerable, defenseless.

Gertrude’s boot hovered over Valyria’s heart for a moment, as if savoring the power she held. Then, with a sudden, deliberate motion, she kicked the large, pulsating organ. A wet, sickening squelch echoed in the cold air as the pink bulbous chambers yielded beneath the impact. The heart spasmed violently from the trauma, blood forced through the connected arteries as Valyria’s body convulsed from the sudden shock. The force of the blow sent the heart into chaotic fibrillations, its erratic beating unable to maintain the rhythm it so desperately needed.

Valyria let out a strangled gasp, her arms giving out beneath her as she collapsed to her elbows. Her entire body shuddered with each irregular beat, her head hanging low, her breath coming in ragged, broken wheezes. Gertrude tilted her head, watching with amusement as Valyria’s heart continued to twitch in its exposed state, flailing uselessly in the open air. Gertrude nudged the soft organ with her foot again, just to feel its weakness against her as the woman slowly crawled away.

"Pathetic," Gertrude hissed, her voice filled with disdain, yet there was a spark of empathy that she felt as a knight for anyone in such a perilous situation. Valyria’s once indomitable form was now reduced to a trembling, pitiful creature.

Valyria’s body trembled in a frantic attempt to crawl away, her hands and knees scraping the rocky ground as her oversized, exposed heart hung from her chest, struggling to beat. The once-proud queen was a hollow shell of her former self, now reduced to a trembling figure, too weak to stand, too shocked to comprehend her dire situation. She wheezed, her breath shallow, unaware that her heart had stopped beating, her body running on the remnants of her strength.

Gertrude stalked forward. With a swift, calculated motion, Gertrude placed a boot on the woman’s shoulder and pushed Valyria onto her back. The queen barely had time to react before Gertrude knelt beside her, reaching down to seize her wet and supple prize. Gertrude’s fingers closed around the slick, smooth surface of Valyria’s heart, her grip firm as she began to squeeze.

The organ squirmed under her touch, the veins and arteries writhing as if trying to escape. Gertrude’s grip tightened, the heart yielding to her strength, its flesh smooth and slick as it pulsed weakly in her hands. Valyria gasped, her eyes fluttering in a mix of pain and shock, her body barely clinging to life. Gertrude reveled in the feeling, her fingers probing the heart’s surface, feeling every ridge, every vein as the organ struggled feebly in her grasp.

With each calculated squeeze, Gertrude forced the heart to pump blood through Valyria’s faltering body. She knew that she should end this once and for all, but both her fury and mercy prevented her from making an irreversible move. Gertrude’s movements were slow, deliberate, savoring the control she had over Valyria’s life. The heart throbbed pathetically between her fingers, its movements erratic and weak. Gertrude leaned in; her voice soft but menacing.

"You're mine now," she whispered, her tone filled with satisfaction as she continued to manipulate the heart, keeping Valyria alive but helpless, her once-great nemesis reduced to a living toy in her grasp.

Valyria’s body was helpless before her greatest enemy, yet she lived. Her eyes rolling back as her consciousness faded, yet Gertrude’s control remained firm, the heart quivering between her fingers, fragile and utterly at her mercy. Gertrude didn’t know how to end it, but she didn’t feel any pressure to make a decision with Valyria in such a harmless state. Maybe this was her fate all-along, a life of amusement for a usurper unwilling to kill.

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Dainty Knight's Big Fat Meaty Heart

Gertrude, the delicate blonde knight, gripped her bastard sword tightly as she faced the wall of leering invaders before her. Despite her slight frame, her delicate arms steadied the weighty blade, shifting her lithe body to balance its heft. Her small, dazzled breastplate gleamed in the sunlight.

Beyond the sneering ruffians, Gertrude spied a group of fair maidens huddled into a garrisoned church, their dresses tattered, eyes wide with fear and desperate hope. The damsels cried out to her.

Gertrude's heart swelled with blood and purpose, the mighty organ pounding like a war drum in her chest, flooding her veins with hot crimson. She could feel its bulging mass straining against her ribs, too big and vigorous for her willowy frame to contain. An engine of pure power thundering within her breast.

The men laughed wickedly and closed in, brandishing their weapons. "You dare challenge us, little girl? We'll cut you down where you stand!"

But they underestimated the might of Gertrude's determination, the raw power of her oversized, powerful heart. With a high-pitched battle cry, she surged forward and sliced through their ranks in a whirlwind of flashing steel. Her strokes were inhumanly fast and precise, driven by the panic in the voices of the helpless women, and the desire to rescue those in distress.

Hot blood sprayed and men crumpled before her onslaught until none were left standing. Panting raggedly, Gertrude staggered and dropped to one knee, leaning on her sword. Her lungs burned for air as her massive heart swelled and throbbed against them.

"Fear not, fair maidens," Gertrude gasped out between strained breaths, "I have come to set you free! No man shall lay hand on you now."

Rising unsteadily to her feet, she strode through the broken doors of the cathedral to break the chains of the cowering women, ever the valiant rescuer, even as her legs trembled beneath her.

Gertrude slumped to the stone floor, her sword clanging as it fell from her trembling hand. The damsels she had just freed surrounded her, their delicate faces twisting into cruel smirks.

Gertrude's oversized heart pounded against her ribcage like a war drum, making her frail body quake with each mighty thud. Sweat plastered her golden hair to her forehead.

"I hope you are not harmed, my ladies." she said between labored breaths.

The tallest damsel scoffed, flipping her dark tresses. "Look at her, weak as a kitten! Some knight in shining armor." She shoved Gertrude onto her back with a soft kick.

The other women tittered. "Pathetic." One knelt and roughly groped Gertrude's heaving chest. "Gods, feel how her heart hammers! Like some frightened rabbit."

"Sit on it, Elise! See if you can make the poor dear's heart burst," another urged with a wicked grin.

Elise hiked up her skirts and straddled Gertrude's chest, digging her knees into Gertrude's shoulders. The pressure made it hard to breathe. Gertrude squirmed beneath her, but Elise's weight pinned her down, pressing her soft flesh against the bulging, beating mass of her heart.

"P-please..." Gertrude wheezed, "I can't breathe..." But the damsels only laughed cruelly.

"Aw, poor thing," one mocked in a baby voice while the others snickered. "Is that big fat heart squeezing the air from your little lungs?"

The knight's eyes rolled back as she teetered on the edge of consciousness, lungs compressed in her delicate little chest as her defeated heart lay engorged in defeat.

One leaned down, breathing air into Gertrude's mouth, barely keeping her alive to endure more. "Look at that! her heart just keeps going for us! What a Fighter!"

The damsel on top of her giggled. "It's like a big, squishy toy! Pump, pump, pump... Oops, stopped again! Better keep our hero alive so we can play with her more."

Despite herself, Gertrude felt a shameful throb between her legs at having this buxom beauty atop her. She tried to protest, but Elise pressed a palm over her mouth. "Hush now, sweetling. Just lay back and take what you're given."

Another damsel noticed the growing damp patch on Gertrude's breeches. "Well, well! It seems our noble knight is quite the desperate slut. Aroused by a bit of flesh, are we?"

Before Gertrude could reply, the damsel delivered a light teasing kick to her vulva. A jolt of twisted pleasure shot through her. Gertrude moaned into Elise's hand, embarrassed by how much she craved their delicate yet cruel touch. Her weakened body couldn't mount resistance or escape, heart erratically stopping and starting under their torturous ministrations.

"That's it, stay down like an obedient dog." Elise rocked her hips, grinding against Gertrude's straining heart. The organ beat frantically, as if trying to break free of her ribcage and escape this torture.

Gertrude dreamed of rescuing and serving fair maidens, but never imagined some would be so mean and demanding. Despite everything, she adored being at the mercy of these vicious beauties she had saved.

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Finally made a stethmic and I'm figuring out how to make recordings. Tell me what you think and how I might improve the setup. Thanks!

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🧙‍♀️⚡🫀Veronica's Downfall (Magical electro+ heart torment.)

Veronica leaned against the cave wall, breathing heavily after a long day of battles. The flickering light of her campfire cast mysterious shadows on the rocky walls. "A decent shelter for the night," she muttered to herself, beginning to set a protective ward around the perimeter.

Veronica's ward shimmered faintly at the cave entrance as she laid down and closed her eyes, her breaths deep and even. The subtle glow illuminated her athletic, toned body sprawled on the bedroll. Blonde hair fanned out around her features.

Veronica's steady breathing echoed through the cave as she slept, golden hair spilling across her bedroll, her muscular form still and serene in slumber.

Yanil approached her meditation cave, eager for quiet solitude. But as she neared the entrance, an unnatural glow emanated from within - a shimmering veil of light blocked her. Someone had dared to intrude upon her sacred space!

wearing a bright grin, Yanil placed a pale hand on the luminous barrier. It crackled and sparked at her touch. "How adorable, they think this will keep me out."

She took a step back and closed her eyes, focusing inward. Tingling energy surged through her slender form. In a flash, her body transformed into pure electricity. The crackling blue current that was Yanil flowed forward, probing the rocky walls for gaps and fissures. Finding a narrow crack, she poured herself through, slipping past the magical seal like water through a sieve.

Yanil slipped inside like an electric shadow, her lithe frame materializing from sparks and flickers. A wicked grin spread across her pale face as she crept towards the sleeping warrior. Veronica's powerful essence called to her, enticing and invigorating.

The witch licked her lips, drinking in the sight of Veronica's toned body, the raw strength evident even in rest. She knelt beside the slumbering woman. Delicate yet dangerous fingertips hovering just above soft and inviting skin that covered a mighty vitality.

"You'll make a lovely little pet" she whispered. Yanil wrapped her slender arms around Veronica, pressing her body against the warrior's, waking the woman. As Veronica felt something amiss, Yanil could feel Veronica's mighty heart pounding through layers of taut muscle. The strong woman's chest rose and fell with each deep breath, her body pulsing with vigorous life.

Yanil shivered... she had never felt a heartbeat so strong, so full of raw vitality. It made her petite body quake as it punched into her frame.

Veronica's eyes met Yanil’s.

"What the hell are you doing?!" she growled, twisting to throw Yanil off. But Yanil clung tight, giggling manically.

Blue sparks danced across Yanil's fingertips.

"You're such a heavy sleeper, sweetheart," Yanil said. "I think it’s cute..."

Before Veronica could react, Yanil sent a shock of magic directly into her chest. The warrior cried out, body jerking and spasming as the electric jolt seized her heart. Yanil clung tightly, shuddering in sadistic glee as she felt the mighty muscle writhe and flutter in her embrace.

"Get...off...me..." Veronica gritted out, trying to throw the witch off. But her struggles only excited Yanil more.

Yanil directed another surge into Veronica's flailing body, forcing her pounding heart into agonized submission. The warrior collapsed to her back with a groan.

"Shhh, don't fight it," Yanil said softly, stroking her fingers over Veronica's breastbone as she perched atop the breathless woman’s hips. "Just relax and let me have my fun."

As the warrior’s consciousness waned. Yanil alternated the shocks with forceful chest compressions, sadistically coaxing the organ to pound before subduing it once more with crackling energy. Veronica gasped and convulsed beneath her, back arching, fingers clawing at the ground.

Yanil leaned down, raven hair brushing Veronica's face as she captured her lips in a searing kiss, breathing life into starving lungs. She pulled back and gazed into defiant hazel eyes clouded with pain and terror. Beautiful. “Aww, how’d you lose to a delicate little thing like me?” Yanil said with a menacing smile.

Veronica’s panicked eyes darted around until they landed on her trusty blade. She lunged for her sword, fingers grasping the leather-wrapped hilt. With a warrior's cry, she swung the blade in a deadly arc towards the witch.

But Yanil was too quick. The witch seized Veronica's wrist in a delicate grip, sending jolts of crackling energy surging through the warrior woman's arm. Veronica convulsed as sparks danced across her skin. Her fingers spasmed open and the sword clattered to the stone floor.

"Tsk tsk, naughty girl," Yanil purred, her black lips curving in a wicked smile. "You'll need to be punished dearly for that."

Delicate fingers, alive with sparks, slid across Veronica's collarbone and down between her heaving breasts. Yanil's touch passed through skin like a ghost, burying deep in Veronica's chest. The warrior gasped as those slender digits wrapped around her frantically beating heart and began to explore.

"Mmm, how cute it really is, so warm and feisty…" Yanil murmured, breath hot against Veronica's ear. "I can feel every throb, every quiver." Her fingers mapped the pulsing contours, delicately yielding to its vigorous pulse as it pinned her hand to the woman’s sternum.

“Now for your punishment.” Yanil sent a sharp jolt of electricity surging into the quivering organ and squeezed. Veronica let out an agonized scream as her mighty heart spasmed violently before wiggling like jello in Yanil's grasp. Her athletic frame writhed, losing strength quickly.

"Oopsie, I think I overdid it a bit," Yanil giggled as the once powerful organ fell limp and still. She gave the pliant ventricles a patronizing little shake. "Wakey wakey!"

"Please... mercy..." Veronica whimpered with the air left in her lungs, eyes wide with fear.

Yanil smirked, reveling in the once proud warrior's pathetic begging. She leaned in close, ebony hair brushing Veronica's cheek as she breathed into her captive's quivering lungs and squeezed her flailing life. Veronica's body shuddered in a mix of revulsion and desperation as she fought for control of her fluttering diaphragm. “No…” Yanil said with a smile.

Yanil pressed her fingers into Veronica's quivering heart, feeling the muscle twitch beneath her fingers. A thrill pulsed through Yanil's body at the touch, her own heart jerking her around in the excitement. She began to squeeze and massage the heart, coaxing it back to life, keeping the woman in the twilight of consciousness.

A moan escaped Yanil's lips as the heart spasmed in her grip. "Come on, cutie. Let's get that blood pumping again," she said. Her delicate fingers rhythmically compressed the thick, meaty organ, forcing it to contract and relax. Veronica's body jolted with each pulse as the witch forced blood through her veins.

Yanil dragged her fingertips across the heart's slick surface, sending tiny electric shocks into the sensitive cardiac muscle. It quivered and clenched erratically under her touch. She pressed her palm firmly against it, savoring the sensation of its strengthening beat against her skin.

"That's it, fight for me," Yanil whispered sultrily. She continued her sensual cardiac massage, squeezing and caressing, until she felt a steady pulse in its form. As the heart gained feeble rhythm, Yanil traced a finger along a bulging artery, applying pressure, making the struggling organ strain and throb against the restriction.

Despite the torturous ministrations, Veronica's stubborn heart found its natural rhythm, pumping defiantly of its own accord between Yanil's cruel compressions.

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Seize Volume 1 January 1967