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defiblover24 · 2 years

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Ride into cardiac arrest

[I’m on a nightshift that is dragging and I’m in a heart mood that isn’t actually sfw… but noone will notice if I write my thoughts out at work… so, enjoy!]

It’s a rare sunday off. As a nurse, I don’t get many off days where I don’t have to run errands, so I enjoy my time with Netflix and a cup of tea on my incredibly comfy couch. I’m thinking about running a bath when the doorbell rings. I’m not expecting visitors and not exactly happy either. I’m only wearing a thin, loose t-shirt and baggy sweatpants, my hair undone. But I’d feel bad if I didn’t open the door, so I get up to see who it is. I get truly annoyed when the doorbell rings again only a short time later, giving me no time to get to the door.

When I open it, ready to yell at the person stealing away my me-time, I’m surprised though. It is my neighbour’s girlfriend, who I’ve only ever met in passing in the hallway. I have no idea what she could want, especially since she seems to be wearing a bathrobe with nothing underneath…

Before I can open my mouth, she starts talking. “Hello, I know you are a nurse, and Sam is unwell, and I don’t know what to do, please help!”, she says hurriedly. This sobers me up immedialy. I only nod and follow her down the corridor to Sam’s appartment.

She leads me to the bedroom, and the sight shocks me. My neighbour is lying on his back, in the middle of the bed, with his arms and legs spread out. His mouth is hanging open a little, and a bit of white is visible between his not-completely-closed eyelids. I immediately know that he is in big trouble.

“Please”, his girlfriend says. “You need to help him!” I quickly climb on the large bed and jam my fingers into the side of his throat to feel for pulse, although all my instincts tell me that I won’t find one. They are right.

“He’s in cardiac arrest, he needs cpr right now! Go downstairs and grab the aed from the lobby, quick!”

She turns and leaves while I grab Sam’s tall, nude body and pull him onto the floor with a thump.

I work on Sam for a few cycles of cpr until his girlfriend positions herself on his other side. “I know cpr too!”, she states. “I took a class in college!” “Good”, I reply, “continue chest compressions!” When she leans over him, her robe falls open to reveal her tits. She doesn’t lift her hands off her boyfriend’s chest though. She’s stronger than she looks, throwing herself down with every compression. His ribcage carves in, his stomach bounces. A little sound comes out of his mouth every time air is forced out of his lungs.

I open the aed case and quickly take the electrodes out. I attach them to his broad, smooth chest. “Stop compressions!”, I say, in time with the aed’s voice prompt.

“Shock advised”, the aed calls out. I press the button and Sam’s body jolts with the shock. His girlfriend whimpers in secondhand pain. My hand flies to his throat as soon as he is still again. I sigh in relief when I feel a strong rhythm at my fingertips. His pulse is back. Sam’s girlfriend leans over him too, looking into his eyes as they slowly open. “Sammy, you’re with us, thank God.”

But a few seconds later, we both shoot a worried look and each other, and she says what we’re both thinking: “I don’t think he’s breathing.”

Sam’s pupils are blown wide, and his adam’s apple is jerking, but his girlfriend is right - he is not getting any air. “I am going to keep ventilating him”, I say, and I lean over him just like during cpr before, sealing his mouth with my lips and breathing into him.

This time he is not still though. I can feel his tongue touching mine, and I can’t suppress a groan. Wet heat pools between my legs as I prepare to give Sam a secong breath and he moves his head to meet my lips. He is greedy for air, for something, that only I can give him.

Meanwhile his girlfriend has lost her robe completely and is moving to straddle Sam’s lean hips. He is already half hard. I rest my hand on his left pec, right above his heart. It is rabbiting away in his chest, probably even too fast to keep the blood pressure high enough.

“Careful”, I say, between breaths. “I don’t know if his heart can handle another orgasm.” Sam’s girlfriend is stroking his cock now, and he seems to be almost all the way hard. “Hmmmh”, she says, “we can leave the aed pads on.”

“Yes, that would be safer”, I say. Sam groans into my mouth when I give him the next breath, and arches his back to push his cock into his girlfriend’s hand. “He’s still weak”, I say. “He shouldn’t move so much. You should ride him.”

She considers it for a moment, and then nods. “Okay.” She scoots on her knees and adjusts his cock so she can sit on it. I carefully monitor his pulse as she starts moving. His heart is hammering now. I don’t think it will last. She starts moving faster and faster, starting to moan. I can clearly see he moment when she starts to orgasm, her mouth falling open, her eyes falling closed. Under my hand, Sam’s heart skips a beat. Then another. And another. He will arrest again.

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defiblover24 · 2 years

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Are You Sure? A Resus Fantasy

(This is a dark/kinky story I posted years ago on that other site that Tumblr doesn't like us linking to. NSFW)

“Are you sure?” “I'm sure.”

“I've been dreaming about this.”

“Me too.”

Ellen smiled and kissed me. She flipped her long raven black hair out of her face, batted an eyebrow, then reached over and flicked the power on the EKG monitor.

I began to strip out of my street clothes. She grabbed my arms and began to assist. First unbuttoning my shirt, then pulling my t-shirt over my head. Before I could reach for my pants, she pushed me towards the bed next to the monitor. I sat.

She pulled out a packet of EKG tabs, tore them open, and began applying them to my chest one by one. The cool gel at the center of each sent a rush of adrenaline through my system and sped up my heart beat. She connected them to the monitor next to her bed.

71 beats per minute.

Ellen smiled and rubbed at the crotch of my pants.

“Already getting excited, are we?”

I didn't need to answer. She could feel.

“Lay down.”

I obeyed.

“I want to tie you down.”

We had not discussed this.

“Why?” “For me.”

It didn't seem like the biggest concession in the world.

“Okay.”

She reached into the same drawer that had housed her EKG tabs, and produced a set of soft, black rope handcuffs. First she restrained my right wrist to the head board of the bed, then my left.

Running her hand down my body, she unzipped my pants and pulled them down, spending an agonizingly long time slowly rubbing over my hardening cock.

Down to my undershorts, she climbed atop me and kissed me again.

“I'll be back. Don't go anywhere.”

I chuckled.

As she disappeared behind the closed door to her bathroom, I focused on the EKG, reading every one of my heart beats. I'd never fallen into the category of a cardiophile – I was chasing the resus - but in the moment, I found it entrancing.

Minutes passed, and my heart beat slowed. I felt drowsy.

Why was I getting so tired?

65 beats per minute.

60.

55.

50.

Ellen called from the bathroom.

“Almost ready. Don't arrest until I get back.”

Arrest? Again, this is not what we had discussed. She was supposed to stop my heart with the paddles.

I tried to pull at the restraints, but I was too weak.

The door opened.

Ellen had changed some of the ground rules, but she didn't deviate from my requests for her attire

Knee-high patent leather stiletto boots. Fishnet stockings with garters connected to black crotchless panties. A pastel blue corset. Her raven hair pulled back tight. Thick black eyeliner – winged - with smokey eyelids and long, false lashes. Heavy, dark blush. Jet black lips. A tiny diamond stud on her right nostril and a diamond hoop in her septum.

My domantrix doctor.

“How do I look?”

I struggled to get words out.

“Perfect. Am I dying?”

“Yes, but I'm going to bring you back.”

She came to my bedside. God, she was perfect.

“I put something in your drink at dinner. Slow acting. We've still got some time.”

She pulled down my undershorts. My heart was slowing, but my cock was still rock hard.

“Better make sure these are ready to go.”

Ellen produced several syringes from her special drawer. She laid it out next to the defibrillator.

Then she grabbed the paddles.

“I don't know if I want your heart to stop first, or if I want to stop it.”

I tried to speak. I couldn't.

40 beats per minute.

“Lady's choice. First thing's first though.”

She laid her jet black lips to my unresponsive ones, kissing and tugging at them with her teeth. Grinding on my cock.

She eased her hips over me and slid down my shaft.

As she sat on my cock, she leaned over and grabbed the conductive gel. Slathering it on, she then rubbed the pads together and slid them onto my chest.

35 beats per minute.

She started bouncing on my cock.

Harder.

Faster.

30 beats per minute.

She moaned loud.

If my heart had been working properly, I know I would've enjoyed the orgasm more.

She kept working my cock as it dry heaved deep inside her.

“My turn.”

She slid off, and in the smoothest motion I've ever seen, set the defibrillator to charge to 200 joules, placed the paddles on my chest, and shocked me.

For 15 years, I'd wondered if being shocked would feel as good as it looked.

It did.

The electricity tore through me. The sensation was incredible - I felt it in every part of my body. I could hardly contain the pleasure. Like the best orgasm I'd ever had, just moments ago, but multiplied by 50.

My eyes relaxed. They stared straight up. I could no longer move them.

The EKG rang out – asystole.

Ellen put the paddles back in the cradle.

“You're mine now.”

She rubbed the gel over me for another moment, matting it in the hairs on my chest.

I couldn't look, but I could hear – she went back to her drawer.

She re-entered my vision with a straight blade and an ET tube.

Goddamnit, she was amazing – she was going to intubate me.

“I've not intubated anyone in a while – tell me if it hurts.”

Even while I was lying on her bed, clinically dead, she was the funniest woman I'd ever met.

She stroked my cheek lovingly.

I felt the blade go in my mouth and the tube go down inside me. She secured it with a Thomas holder.

Expecting her to start bagging me, she leaned in and wrapped her black lips around the tube and blew in.

I wanted to orgasm again.

She blew in one more time, then nuzzled close to me and nibbled at my ears a bit.

“I have to put a back board under you. CPR is worthless on a soft mattress.”

Out of my vision she went.

She rolled me towards the EKG, so I could see myself flatlining.

The backboard was cold.

“Alright, are you ready?”

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...

Ellen crushed my heart between my sternum and my spine. I enjoyed it less than the shocks, but I loved watching her tower over me. Her eyes locked to mine. My life completely in her hands.

“Here comes the Epi. This stuff is expensive. Please don't make me use two.”

She slammed the needle into my heart. It stung.

As she pressed the plunger on the syringe, I felt warmth spreading though my torso.

More compressions. Her perfect breasts bounced beneath the cradle of her corset.

She wrapped her lips around my ET tube and blew in two more times.

“Come on. Get that heart shaking for me.”

The warmth of the epi continued to spread, but the flatline tone continued.

More compressions. She seemed more aggressive now.

Still flatline.

“Okay, one more epi. But you have to revive me the next two weekends.”

I think I can manage that.

My chest went from warm to hot.

More compressions. More deep breaths from her black lips.

The tone on the EKG changed.

“Okay my dear, half the battle won. Charging paddles...”

She picked up the pads.

“No sense in dilly-dallying with a low setting. Let's go right to 360 this time, shall we?”

Ellen applied more gel to the still-shiny capacitors.

“Shocking.” BAM! My body took off like a rocket. The hot feeling of the epi gave way to white flame engulfing my body.

The EKG made a different sound. A few beeps..

I felt something in my groin.

“Honey... you just ejaculated again! How...”

Just as quickly as the beeps started, an alarm returned.

“Ugh. Not going to be easy at all, are you? 360 again... shocking!”

BAM!

The alarm went from angry to furious.

“No! No! Don't you do that!”

I knew the sound of a flatline tone.

Ellen climbed back aboard my body and blew two more breaths into my tube, then ran her hands down my cheeks, my throat, before settling on my chest.

Re-interlocking her fingers, she resumed her assault.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5...

For the first time, the edges of my vision went blurry.

Was I dying? Like, not just clinically dying, but dying-dying?

Things got a little darker. Ellen's voice had an echo about it. But the EKG sounded different. V-fib?

“Going again at 360... come back to me!”

BAM!

“Again!”

BAM!

“Goddamn you, again!”

BAM!

Total blackness.

And then my eyes opened.

It was no longer night. Sun shined through the blinds.

A gentle beep, beep, beep from the bedside EKG.

The ET tube was still in, but nothing was connected to it. I was breathing on my own.

I turned my head to the EKG. 67 beats per minute.

I turned my head the other way.

Ellen looked at me lovingly. The dominatrix doctor was gone. Her face was freshly scrubbed. No more smokey eyes or black lips. She had had changed to a flannel pajama top. The clip on septum ring was gone, but she'd kept the diamond nose stud.

She stroked my cheek again. Then she rubbed the jewel glued to her nose.

“I like the nose stud. Should I get a real one?”

I squinted and pointed at the ET tube.

She giggled.

“I had to shock you five times at 360 to get you back.”

I gestured at the ET tube.

She giggled again.

“You want it out? It looks good on you.”

She came out from under the sheets, and climbed atop me again. She leaned in and wrapped her lips around the tube. The first time she blew into it, I was out of sync with her. But the second, third, and fourth were perfect.

She smiled.

“Cough.”

I coughed, and she pulled hard on the tube.

My coughing fit seemed to last forever.

“How did it feel?” I smiled.

“Incredible.”

“How much do you remember?” “Everything.”

She rolled back on top of me and kissed me like the first time she kissed me.

“Next time, it's my turn.”

I pushed her off.

“The next two times. And I have some ideas.”

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defiblover24 · 2 years

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For those who enjoy chubby convulsions

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defiblover24 · 2 years

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🥵🥵

Patient #23

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defiblover24 · 2 years

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My real dream would combine the drowning, injections, and sex, with heavy defibs and resus with the cycle repeated over and over again...

Dark thoughts….

I want my heart to be tortured. Abused. Stopped. And then re-started, time after time. I want to be aware of my heart falling - struggling and fighting - into a massive arrest. And then so easily being massaged, thumped and shocked into beating again by expert hands.

Each arrest induced differently, so I can know how it feels for my heart’s rhythm to be destroyed in all manner of ways. How would oxygen depravation feel? My heart desperately trying to beat with hands clamped round my throat and my lungs screaming for air….. How would it feel to drown? Knelt on the floor, my head forced forward into a bucket, my lungs flooding with water as I’m repeatedly punched in the back, forcing me to take pained gulps….

How would it feel for my little pump to be beaten into submission? Clenched fists raining violent blow-upon-blow on my bruised and broken sternum…. having all manner of cardiac abuse yelled at me…. “Fucking arrest, bitch!!! I’m gonna stop your fucking heart!!! I’m not gonna stop slamming your chest til your fucking heart stops fucking beating!”…each and every syllable accompanied by a massive thud of his fist…

How would a huge injection of potassium k feel? Injected directly into my terrified, quivering little muscle…. the needle left firmly stabbing into my heart so every little shake and jump of the pierced muscle can be seen as it slips into vfib….. the eventual stillness of the needle protruding from the soft flesh of my left breast confirming when a full arrest has finally been achieved…

How would it feel to be brutally forced to climax, over and over, until my heart can take no more? Experienced and oh so tender fingers and tongue working my clit and g-spot simultaneously, making my whole body shake and my heart almost explode with the power of each forced orgasm. Until finally my heart can take no more…..

And I want to be made to steth my own heart as I’m abused… Hear it struggling…. Fibrillating… it’s final stuttering beats thumping in my ears as I’m forced to cum over his fingers…

I want to fall back into his arms as my heart fails…. him pumping my chest with his strong hand to keep me conscious just that bit longer…

And all the while being told my fate, calmly and quietly… “You’re falling into arrest, sweetheart… Your heart is stopping… Listen to its final beats….can you hear how terribly it’s suffering?“

#aed #cardiophile #defib #cpr #defibrillation

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defiblover24 · 2 years

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defiblover24 · 2 years

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Digital02 is back!!!!!!! Christmas came a little early this year!

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defiblover24 · 2 years

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The lesbian urgency to be ✨Topped✨

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defiblover24 · 2 years

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What I want.

To grab you by your collar and bring you in close. Pull your hips in by the belt loop... trail my lips across you check and down your neck... whisper " I've missed you... now I nneed you!" I hover over you lips and make a small moan, I want all of you on me... in me.. all at once! Our lips finally touch and it's long and passionate, I break off to breath... but you don't like that.... you close and lock the door, shove me into the wall and grab both of my hands and put them above my head. The kisses come harder... moaning and slight grinding ensues! She works down my neck and undoes my shirt, belt, buttons, and zippper then replaces her lips with her hand...

"Oh.. is that so... well what do you want to do about that"

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defiblover24 · 2 years

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Halloween ⚡⚡Project

Angel and I are making out on the couch. As the kissing grows more passionate so does the grinding, moaning, and grabbing. "Harder" She throws me up against the wall and chokes me while giving me neck hickies! "If you want more..." she slids her other hand down my skirt. "You'll need to beg!" She pulls my hands together and above my head. "Yes please please please mommy... so hard I seize!" She throws me down onto the couch and straddles me. I go limp and act like I've gone into arrest. "Baby!! What the fuck... are you.." she feels my obvious tachy pluse and is suddenly reminded what my current attire means.

We're both Cardiophilles and had agreed that each of as are fine with dying if it was due to Cardiophille actions took too far or even on purpose. We had also agreed that a way to aloud to this was by wearing fishnets, a skirt, a thin shirt, and pussyless underwear. All of which I was wearing.

"Oh fuck.. let me grab the gurney!" I start to seize a d spasm after she leaves. She runs back in with the gurney, which has two built-in fuck machines and a Lucus machine, and a large bag a top of it all. " Fuck.. you're seizing, here this should help!" She puts 3 foaming pills into my mouth 1 which is dyed red, my pussy starts to ach as I aspirate on foam and blood. She reaches around me to transfer me to the gurney. As she does I spill 3/4 of the foam and blood onto my shirt and hers as a grab 4 more pills from her pocket.

She tossed me onto the table, put up the rails, applies lube to the fuck machine and inserts it, and finally steps back. "Oh you bitch, how long have you been planning this?" I'm spouting foam and blood, my white shirt is completely soaked through and stained. Even with the stains Angel can still see my black lacy bra, a wireless aed set on top of my double G breats, and a full set of EKG stickers. She adds an inch of think conductive gell to each defib paddle and charges them to 666j. She kisses my neck, sternum, an thigh which is my cue to pause the rp. I stop seizing. "I'm so fucking wet and ready for this, but I want to make sure ok with my experiment. If you want me to continue spasm the hardest you possible can and end in a high arch. If you want me to bring you to the edge and back in a sexual and literal way, start moaning as loud as you can." I sit up and grab the remaining 12 pills in her pocket. I fill my mouth with water and shove the pills in. Before Angel has time to react I start to thrash and aspirate! "Ok so we're doing this!" she breathlessly says as she connects the aed to her phone and charges them to 460j. I can feel my lungs filling with foam, I force myself to moan and form a high arch. I hold it until she discharges both sets. "Defib at 1,112 joules.... C....CLEAR!!!" My body springs a foot off the gurney and the flops back down. My boobs fly out off my bra and I go completely ridged.

She cuts my shirt, bra, and skirt off. She sets the fuck machine to 269 thrust per min, attaches a breast pump up, and starts the clock.

"Let's begin!"....

#aed #cpr #defib #defibrillation #resuscitation

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defiblover24 · 4 years

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I thought this was important to share. I didn't know that there was a greif or depression hotline.

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