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The morning after

Sunlight spills across my skin as I blink awake, the memories of last night rushing back in a heated wave that steals my breath. My body thrums with the echo of it—the way my pulse had fluttered like a trapped bird beneath my fingers, the dizzying rush of surrender, the hunger that had torn through me with terrifying, exquisite clarity.

I stretch slowly, savoring the faint ache in my muscles, the way my skin still feels alive, hypersensitive. The craving hasn’t faded with sleep. If anything, it’s sharper now, coiled low in my belly, insistent.

"More," my body whispers. "Again."

I feel every inches of my body with a nw awareness. For the first time, I don’t just look—I study. The curve of my throat, still faintly pink where my grip had tightened. The rise of my collarbones, delicate but strong. My fingers trace the lines of my body with newfound reverence, catching on the swell of my breasts, the dip of my waist, the flare of my hips.

"This is what they would see," I think, and the fantasy ignites like a struck match. Their eyes raking over me, possessive, devouring. Their hands replacing mine, mapping every inch, claiming what’s theirs. My breath hitches as my palms skim lower, over the softness of my stomach, the sharp jut of my hipbones. I’m beautiful—not just in the abstract way I’ve always known, but in a way that feels usable, worshipful, a body made to be touched, tasted, taken.

A flush creeps up my chest as I linger on the marks left by my own nails yesterday, faint but there. Proof of my desperation. Proof of want. My thighs press together instinctively, the echo of last night’s pleasure a persistent throb between them.

"Would they like this?" I turn slightly, admiring the way the light catches the lines of me. "Would they tell me how pretty I am when I’m desperate for them? When I’m begging?"

The thought sends a shiver down my spine. I don’t just want to be seen.

I want to be ruined.

With a final, lingering touch, I step back, my reflection flushed, lips parted. The day stretches ahead, ordinary in every way—except for the secret simmering beneath my skin, the promise of what I’ll do when night falls again.

"Soon," I promise myself. "Soon."

The white blouse slips over my shoulders like a whisper—thin, almost sheer, the fabric so soft it feels like a second skin. I let my fingers trail down the buttons, leaving each one undone for now, savoring the way the material brushes against me, teasing. The morning air dances across my collarbones, my stomach, and I shiver, not from cold, but from the delicious contrast of crisp cotton and my own warmth.

"This will drive them mad," I think, imagining hungry eyes tracing the faint shadow of my curves beneath the fabric. The blouse is innocent, almost—but I know the truth. Every shift of my body will make the material cling, will hint at what’s beneath. The knowledge thrums through me, a secret pulse between my thighs.

I step into the short skirt next, the hem riding high on my thighs. The fabric is smooth, light, and as I fasten it at my waist, I can’t resist running my palms down my hips, admiring the way it hugs me. "Perfect," I murmur. The skirt is just tight enough to remind me of its presence with every step, just short enough to make sitting down an act of calculated carelessness.

I turn toward the mirror again, watching as the outfit comes together—the blouse half-open, revealing the delicate lace of my bra, the skirt showcasing the length of my legs. I feel powerful like this, wrapped in elegance and implication, a contradiction of demure and daring.

"Will they notice?" I wonder, buttoning the blouse slowly, leaving just the top two undone. A glimpse of skin, a suggestion of more. "Will they imagine what I look like out of it?" The thought sends a flush creeping up my neck, my nipples pebbling beneath the lace. The fabric rubs against them with every breath, a constant, tantalizing friction.

I slip on my shoes—heels, just high enough to make my legs look longer, my stance more deliberate. As I grab my bag, I catch my reflection one last time. The woman staring back at me is polished, professional.

But her skin hums with anticipation.

"Let them look," I think, heading out the door. "Let them ache."

The illusion of Control

Enjoy Sophie s thoughts as she goes deeper into her newly uncovered desires...

The thought won’t leave me now—it’s taken root, pulsing in time with my heartbeat, spreading like liquid heat through my veins. My skin feels too tight, too sensitive, the brush of my own fingertips against my stomach sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. I shift against the sheets, suddenly aware of every point of contact—the way the fabric drags across my nipples, already peaked and aching, the heat pooling low in my belly, insistent and unfamiliar.

"The thought won’t leave me now—it’s taken root, pulsing in time with my heartbeat, spreading like liquid heat through my veins. My skin feels too tight, too sensitive, the brush of my own fingertips against my stomach sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. I shift against the sheets, suddenly aware of every point of contact—the way the fabric drags across my nipples, already peaked and aching, the heat pooling low in my belly, insistent and unfamiliar.

I imagine it—really imagine it—someone’s hand pressed firmly over my mouth, their other arm wrapped around my ribs, feeling the frantic flutter of my heart as I struggle to breathe. The fantasy ignites something primal in me; my thighs press together instinctively, muscles tensing as a slick, throbbing warmth builds between them. I’ve never craved touch like this before, never ached with the need to be controlled, to be overwhelmed.

But now, the hunger is undeniable—a coiled tension, a plea for friction, for release. My breath comes in shallow gasps as I trace idle circles over my hipbone, teasing, taunting myself. What if they were rougher? What if they didn’t just deny me air, but made me beg for it? A whimper escapes my lips at the thought, my back arching slightly off the bed. The pressure between my legs is unbearable now, a relentless pulse that matches the hammering of my heart. I’m wet—so wet—and the realization sends a fresh wave of heat through me. Is this what desire is? This all-consuming, dizzying need?

I bite my lip hard, stifling a moan as my fingers dip lower, skimming the edge of my underwear. The fabric is damp, clinging to me, and just that slight touch is enough to make me shudder. I should stop. I should slow down. But the fantasy is too vivid—their weight pinning me down, their voice growling in my ear, the delicious agony of being at their mercy—and my body is screaming for more. My hips roll involuntarily, seeking pressure, seeking relief.

I’m trembling now, caught between hesitation and desperation. My heartbeat is a wild drum in my chest, my skin flushed and feverish. I’ve never let myself go this far, never surrendered to the raw, untamed pull of my own longing. But tonight, in the dark, with nothing but the sound of my ragged breaths and the slick, sinful evidence of my need—I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to stop at all."

"What if... what if it's not my hand?"

The thought ignites like a struck match, sending a jolt of heat straight to my core. Slowly—almost hesitantly—I lift my right hand, letting my fingers trail up the column of my throat. My pulse flutters wildly beneath my touch, a trapped bird beating against my skin. I swallow hard, feeling the way my muscles tense, the way my breath hitches as my fingertips press in.

Then, I curl my hand. The pressure is light at first—just enough to feel the thrum of my carotid artery, frantic and alive. But as my grip tightens, something electric crackles through me. My heartbeat kicks into a gallop, so loud I swear it echoes in the silence of the room. The lack of air is dizzying, intoxicating. My lips part on a shaky exhale, my body arching into the sensation. "This isn’t my hand," I tell myself, squeezing just a fraction harder. "It’s theirs."

The fantasy erupts, vivid and consuming—their body pressing me down, their fingers tightening just enough to make my vision blur at the edges. My free hand slides down my stomach, nails biting into the soft flesh of my inner thigh, gripping hard. A gasp tears from my throat—half-pain, half-pleasure—as I imagine them holding me there, controlling me, owning me.

My heart is a wild, thrashing thing now, adrenaline and desire surging through me in equal measure. Every nerve is alight, every inch of my skin hypersensitive. The hand between my thighs trembles, my muscles clenching around nothing, aching for more.

"They could do anything right now," I think, my grip on my throat tightening reflexively. "I’d let them." The thought sends a fresh wave of wet heat between my legs, my hips rolling up against nothing, seeking friction, seeking them. My breath comes in ragged pants now, my body strung tight with need. The duality of it—the way I’m both in control and completely at the mercy of my own fantasy—makes my head spin.

I could stop. I don’t want to. My fingers dig harder into my thigh, the sharp sting only fueling the fire. My other hand flexes around my throat, cutting off my air just enough to make stars dance behind my eyelids. "Yes," my body screams. "More." And for one terrifying, exhilarating moment—I obey.

It s been forever I havent posted anything. I m coming with something new today. I will have several chapters of this story. Enjoy the ongoing awakening of Sophie's heart fascination, a young 22 woman who dives deeper into her mind darkest secret and starts to experiment the arousing sensation discovering her true self, through her heart and fantasies. I hope you will like it. Comment if you like it and if you want more chapters.

Part 1 - Sophie's awakening

"There it is again… that steady, rhythmic pulse beneath my skin. My heart. My own secret symphony, playing just for me in the quiet of the night. I press my fingertips lightly against my chest, just below my collarbone, and feel it—thump, thump, thump—so alive, so relentless. How is it that this small, hidden muscle keeps me here, keeps me whole?

I love these moments, when the world is hushed and it’s just me and the sound of my own existence. Lying here in the dark, the weight of my body sinking into the mattress, I focus on the quiet drumming inside me. Sometimes, if I stay perfectly still, I can even feel it in my throat, a faint echo against my skin. It’s mesmerizing—proof that I am here, real, breathing.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to share this with someone someday? To have someone press their ear against my chest, not just to hear, but to listen—to really understand how incredible this is. To let them discover the way my heart speeds up when they’re near, or how it steadies when they hold me. Would they find it as beautiful as I do? Would they marvel at the way it keeps time, even when I’m not thinking about it?

I close my eyes and let my hand rest there, palm flat, feeling the rise and fall of my ribs with each breath. The rhythm changes—slower now, calm. It’s like a lullaby just for me, pulling me deeper into the warmth of the sheets. Sometimes, I imagine my heartbeat as a language, one that doesn’t need words. What would it say if it could speak? Would it whisper secrets? Would it hum with joy?

For now, it’s mine alone to cherish. And as sleep begins to blur the edges of my thoughts, I smile, knowing that even when I drift off, my heart will keep singing its quiet, endless song." "I just noticed something… when I breathe in deeply—really slowly, really fully—my heart reacts. It’s like it’s answering me. At first, I thought I imagined it, but no—there it is again. A deep inhale, my ribs expanding, my lungs filling… and then, just for a second, my heartbeat quickens. A tiny thrill, a little leap beneath my fingers. Why does it do that?

I try it again, this time pressing my palm flat against my chest, feeling the shift. Inhale—long, deliberate—and there! A flutter, a brief acceleration, as if my heart is startled by the rush of air. And then, as I exhale, it steadies, settling back into its familiar rhythm. It’s like a conversation between my breath and my pulse, a secret exchange only I’m privy to.

Is it excitement? Is it fear? Or is it just my body waking up to itself, recognizing how alive it truly is? I love this—love how something as simple as breathing can make my heart dance, even just for a moment. It makes me wonder… do other people notice this? Do they ever stop to feel how their own bodies respond to such small, intimate things?

I keep experimenting, playing with the rhythm—quick breaths, slow ones—testing how my heart reacts. A gasp makes it spike; a sigh slows it down. It’s like I’m learning a new language, one written in beats and pauses. And the more I listen, the more I realize how much my heart has to say.

Maybe someday I’ll tell someone about this. Maybe I’ll guide their hand to my chest and say, ‘Watch what happens when I breathe.’ And they’ll feel it too—that fleeting, beautiful rebellion of my pulse. For now, though, it’s just mine. My own private discovery, my heart’s quiet way of reminding me: even in stillness, I am full of motion."

"What if I hold it? Just… stop breathing for a moment. Just to see." I inhale deeply, filling my lungs until they ache, then—pause. Silence. My lips press together, my body suspended in waiting. At first, nothing. Then, a slow tension builds, a quiet urgency. My heart, patient at first, begins to quicken—thump-thump-thump—growing louder, more insistent, as if asking, "Where is it? Where’s the air?"

The craving spreads, a tingling heat creeping up my neck, my fingertips buzzing with it. My skin feels electric, hypersensitive, every brush of fabric, every whisper of the sheets magnified. I slide my other hand down, fingertips skimming over my bare stomach, and gasp at the sensation—my own touch feels foreign, intense. The warmth of my palm against my abdomen, the slight tremble of muscles beneath, the way my skin prickles in response, as if starving for contact as much as my lungs starve for air.

How strange, how dizzyingly intimate—to deny myself something so vital, just to feel everything else more sharply. My heartbeat is frantic now, drumming against my ribs, a wild thing trapped in my chest. The edges of my vision blur softly, my body teetering between panic and something else… something almost sweet. A surrender. A thrill. I can’t hold it anymore. My lips part, and air rushes in—cold, shocking, glorious. My heart stutters, then slows, relief flooding through me in waves. I exhale shakily, my body melting back into the mattress, every nerve still humming. My hand stays on my stomach, rising and falling with each breath, my skin alive under my touch. I never knew my body could feel like this—so desperate, so responsive. So mine. And for the first time, I wonder… if holding my breath makes my heart race like this, what else could? What other hidden rhythms are waiting to be discovered?"

"Oh… oh, this is different. This isn’t just curiosity anymore—it’s a rush, a current of something hotter, darker, coiling low in my stomach. My heart isn’t just beating faster now; it’s pounding, as if trying to break free of my ribs. The more I deny myself air, the more my body thrums with this… this wild, trembling awareness. Every nerve is lit up, every inch of me hyper-alive. It’s terrifying. It’s intoxicating.

And then the thought slips in, unbidden, liquid fire in my veins—what if it wasn’t me controlling this? What if it was someone else’s hand over my mouth, someone else’s voice in my ear, low and firm: ‘Not yet.’ Would my heart race even harder? Would my skin burn like this under their touch? The idea sends a shiver down my spine, my breath hitching as my pulse kicks up again. God, just imagining it—their fingers tracing my throat, pressing lightly, deciding when I can gasp, when I have to wait…

My own hand tightens over my stomach, nails digging in just a little, testing the sensation. A whimper escapes me, half shock, half thrill. I’ve never felt like this before—so out of control, so hungry for it. The tingling spreads, my hips shifting restlessly against the sheets. Is this how it feels to want something you can’t name? To crave the dizzying edge of surrender?

I bite my lip, suddenly aware of how fast I’m breathing, how my body arches slightly, seeking… something. More. Always more. The darkness of the room feels heavier now, charged, as if the air itself is waiting. What would happen if I let go completely? If I gave someone else the power to take my breath away—literally—to pull me right up to the edge and hold me there? My heart stutters at the thought. Not fear… anticipation. A delicious, dangerous curiosity unfurling inside me.

This is an experiment I wanted to try to see if I could tweak Artificial intelligence to write a dark cardiophilia story for me....and it worked pretty well in my opinion! Please let me know your thoughts!

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At the tender age of 21, Bianca possessed an undeniable allure that captivated all who laid eyes upon her. With her porcelain skin glowing softly under the moonlight, Bianca exuded an ethereal beauty that seemed to belong to another realm.

It was a warm summer night, the air thick with the scent of blooming flowers and anticipation. Bianca, adorned in a flowing white summer dress that cascaded gently around her slender form, walked with an effortless grace that turned heads and stirred hearts. The dress, crafted with delicate lace and adorned with intricate floral patterns, seemed to accentuate her every curve and highlight her natural elegance.

As she strolled along the familiar path toward her home, a shimmering smile played upon her lips. Her hazel eyes, sparkling with a mixture of curiosity and excitement, scanned her surroundings with a keen sense of observation. Tonight, Bianca yearned for a touch of adventure, a departure from her routine existence.

With a twinkle in her eyes, she decided to take an unconventional route, opting to venture through a small forest nestled in the heart of the city. The dense canopy of trees whispered promises of enchantment and mystery, beckoning her to step into its verdant embrace. Unfazed by the darkness that lay ahead, Bianca pressed forward, her spirit soaring with anticipation.

As she walked deeper into the forest, the soft glow of moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting a luminescent veil upon her delicate features. Her radiant beauty, accentuated by the contrast of the ethereal light, seemed to illuminate the path before her. The white dress, now kissed by the gentle caress of moonbeams, appeared to shimmer with a celestial aura, lending her an almost otherworldly charm.

Bianca's mind danced with a kaleidoscope of thoughts and musings. Her steps were light and nimble, as if each footfall carried her closer to the secrets of the universe. She pondered the mysteries of life, the ebb and flow of time, and the boundless potential that lay within her own being. The forest, once an unfamiliar territory, now became a canvas upon which her imagination painted vivid scenes of wonder and discovery.

While traversing the winding path, a gentle breeze whispered through the trees, causing her hair to sway and dance with an ethereal grace. Her long, ebony locks cascaded down her back like a waterfall of midnight, framing her face with an almost regal elegance. In the midst of the nocturnal symphony, Bianca's thoughts soared, blending seamlessly with the melody of nature's own creation.

With every step, Bianca's radiant presence seemed to grow, enveloping the forest with an enchanting aura. Her slim figure moved with a natural fluidity, as if she were a creature of grace and beauty, a living embodiment of the divine feminine. Each stride exuded confidence and poise, a testament to her unwavering spirit and inner strength.

As Bianca ventured deeper into the forest, a sudden unshakable feeling of being watched crept over her. The rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl intensified her unease. She quickened her pace, her delicate footsteps now echoing with urgency.

Her breath grew labored, a mix of exhilaration and anxiety filling her lungs. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, its rhythm mirroring her escalating fear. The moon's ethereal glow cast eerie shadows, heightening her imagination and evoking a sense of impending danger.

Images of the infamous crossbow serial killer flashed through Bianca's mind, the chilling stories she had read in the newspapers. She couldn't help but wonder if the presence she felt was connected to those terrifying tales.

Instinctively, Bianca broke into a sprint, her white dress billowing behind her like a ghostly apparition. The forest path twisted and turned, each step propelling her further away from perceived peril. Panic surged through her veins, driving her to escape the clutches of an unknown pursuer.

Meanwhile, hidden among the trees, the figure followed, stealthy and relentless. His eyes fixated on Bianca's every move, captivated by her beauty and the allure of the chase. He reveled in the fear that danced in her eyes, a twisted fascination fueling his pursuit.

With each passing moment, the distance between them closed. He relished in the details of her form—the gentle curve of her waist, the rise and fall of her chest with each breath, the delicate contours of her face. His predatory nature reveled in the power he held over her, an ominous presence lurking just beyond her awareness.

Bianca's heart pounded in her ears as she strained to outrun her pursuer. Fear and desperation propelled her forward, driving her to find sanctuary and escape this nightmare. The forest, once a place of tranquility and serenity, now transformed into a labyrinth of terror.

The moonlit path seemed endless, every twist and turn an echo of her anguish. Her legs burned, but she pushed herself beyond her limits, her will to survive overpowering her fatigue. With each stride, she yearned for the safety of her home, the embrace of familiarity, and the chance to shake off the specter haunting her.

Yet, the pursuer persisted, relishing in the chase. His presence lingered just out of sight, an enigma in the darkness. The thrill of the hunt surged through his veins, the prospect of capturing his prey overwhelming his senses.

As Bianca was about to emerge from the depths of the forest, her lungs gasping for air, hope ignited within her, lending her faltering steps newfound strength.

But fate had a different plan. In the final moments of her desperate escape, a branch snapped beneath her foot, betraying her presence. The pursuer seized the opportunity, his dark figure lunging forward with a primal instinct. In that instant, their worlds collided.

Bianca's heart raced as she stood with her back pressed against the rough bark of an oak tree. She couldn't believe her eyes, for just thirty feet away stood the notorious crossbow serial killer, his cold gaze fixed upon her. Fear gripped her entire being, causing her chest to rise and fall rapidly with each breath. Her trembling hand covered her mouth, muffling the gasps that escaped her lips.

From the twisted perspective of the crossbow serial killer, he relished in the sight of Bianca's vulnerability. His eyes traced every detail, taking in the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the graceful curve of her legs, and the strands of dark hair that clung to her forehead. The fear in her eyes only fueled his sinister delight.

With practiced precision, the killer loaded an arrow into his crossbow, the metallic click sending a shiver down Bianca's spine. The tension in the air was palpable as he aimed directly at her heart, the center of her chest. Time seemed to stand still as he took in the sight of her, ready to release the deadly projectile that would seal her fate.

Their eyes locked in a moment of intensity, the crossbow serial killer standing mere feet away from Bianca. The tension in the air was palpable as fear coursed through her veins, her heart pounding like a drum inside her chest. Every beat echoed in her ears, a constant reminder of the danger she faced.

As Bianca's breath quickened, her body trembled with adrenaline. She could feel her pulse racing against her ribcage, threatening to burst through the confines of her chest. The weight of the impending doom hung heavily over her, consuming her thoughts and paralyzing her movements.

The crossbow serial killer, a sinister figure in the shadows, relished in the power he held over her. His eyes traced every inch of her, savoring the vulnerability that radiated from her trembling form. He found pleasure in her fear, reveling in the control he wielded over her very existence.

Hello all,

I ve been quiet for some time but the amazing, unique content posted by @resusdoll totally deserves this story I wrote for her.

@resusdoll I hope you will enjoy this story as much as I did. Please let me know your thougths!

Here you go:

You close your eyes and take a deep breath to try to calm down your racing heartbeat but you can feel how your ventricles wildly hit your sternum while I take your small wrists up and tie them down to the ring hanging from the wall at the floor height. You are lying down, so fragile and totally exposed to my desires. I gently grab the front of your shirt and cut it open with the knife I hold in my other hand, exposing the soft warm skin of your chest. I do the same with your skirt, leaving you only in underwear. Your small body twists and tries to roll over to escape while you feel a blend of fear and arousal.

But my grip is strong and I push your hip bone against the floor to keep your there, while I place the tip of the knife right under your left breast. The message is clear; you are mine, and you wont escape. Your breath quickens while you feel the cold steel against your ribs. For a moment, my deepest fantasies arise and make me want to feel what it would be like to push the blade down deep into your beating heart, to take your life in a couple of seconds...but I want more today. I want it to be slower, longer. - Stay still You obey. - I will play with your precious body at my will, I will own it, I will own your beating heart, I will own your blood, your life. My words echo in your mind and a wild blend of fear and arousal erect your nipples. I put the knife aside. - I will explore every inch of your body while you fight to stay alive my little resusdoll... Your heart is hammering inside your chest while I brush aside your black hair from your forehead. I start to explore your half naked body with my strong hands, sliding my fingers down your arms, neck, shoulders...leaving a hand open over your beating heart to feel how it beats against your sternum while my other hand explores your ribcage, your right breast and your bare stomach. I push open your knees and strongly grab your left thigh, plunging my fingers into your flesh and pushing it wide open. It hurts and arouses you at the same time. I start to push your sternum down very strongly, crushing it against your beating heart. I can feel your chest bouncing under my grip while you start to feel you can barely breathe. - Let it go resusdoll...surrender to me. I release the pressure and you take a desperate, long breath in. But as soon as you breathe out, I wrap my hand around your small throat and close your airway, immediately feeling the strong pulse of your carotids. You try to fight back and it excites me even more. I will make your heart stop resusdoll. I lay my head over your left breast, filling my ear with your desperate heartbeat slamming against your ribcage. Then my other free hand goes down and finds its way in between you legs, pushing aside the fabric of your underwear for my fingers to feel the warmth and wetness of your insides. You twist and arch your back while waves of pleasure start to explode in between your hips and belly. I close my hand so hard against your throat that you cant breath anymore. The lack of oxygen triggers your arousal even more. After a minute of fingering you and choking you I can hear how your heart starts to beat faster and faster, then becomes skippy and irregular. An overwhelming fire of pleasure lightens your insides, making you twist and moan while an ultimate orgasm explodes inside your dying body...your eyes filled by tears while your consciousness starts to flicker...and I feel this deep, unique connection with your body and your dying heart....so deep, so real, so intense, and suddenly, your heart cant keep up with this anymore...your thighs loosen their pressure against my other hand and fall wide open, while I can hear and feel the last, irregular and confused heartbeats of your fibrillating ventricles...until your heart completely stops... Your body becomes completely still and a deep, inviting silence fills your motionless chest. I leave my fingers inside you for a few more seconds, feeling the warmth of your body. Then I rise and look at you. You look so...precious....fragile, like a delicate doll.

I take a moment to look at the extreme beauty of your lifeless body. Your beautiful hair, eyes. Your small throat, narrow shoulders. The perfect shape of your breasts and ribcage. The delicate curve of your ribs under your skin. Your warm, flat stomach. Your protruding hip bones under your skin. Your soft, naked thighs. I have taken the life out of your precious body. And I will bring you back to life. But in just a moment. I want to feel the exhilarating feeling of owning your life, you heart, your body, for a moment.

I suddenly feel a deep fascination looking at your precious, motionless body. You look so beautiful, so vulnerable. I know I want to revive you, but...just...not yet. I know I have few seconds to enjoy you being totally in my hands. I love the perfect shape of your ribcage, your flat stomach. I let the tip of my fingers run along the outline of your ribcage, feeling the gentle curb of your ribs under your skin. I then lay my hand over your warm, soft stomach. So soft. I let my fingers draw a curved line around your hipbones. I love to feel the shape of your bones under your skin. Then I feel the urge to listen to the silence inside you. I lay my head over your sternum and left breast, and suddenly enjoy the warm contact of your skin, the delicate scent of your warm body, the stillness of your breathless ribcage. I know i m running out of time....but I feel so excited listening to the deep silence inside your chest, my head lying right over your beat less heart, makes me feel I completely own your life in this moment. I know if I take too long you may not come back.

It is time now. I raise and sit over your hips, feeling the hard spots of your hipbones under me, and join my hand right over your sternum. I start to push, deeply, very deeply, bending down your ribcage against your heart. I can feel the beautiful elasticity of your ribcage, every compression makes your chest sinks and your belly rises. I love the deep connection of your body with my hands. I push down, deeper and faster. I need you back. I want you back. I own you now. Your life is in my hands, completely mine, vulnerable, fragile and still lifeless.

I can imagine with each compression the blood being pushed out of your ventricles, then new blood being sucked back in, all over again. I go on and on, then stop for a moment and bend over you to push my breath inside your body, feeling your chest rise and fall. I then lay my head again over your chest, still no heartbeat. I m almost too late. I continue, pushing deeper, almost breaking your ribs, until suddenly your mouth opens and you take a short, shallow breath...

This story is dedicated to @resus-girl and was posted with her consent.

For me this a very special story because I know resus-girl mentioned she usually prefers hearbeat resus fantasies where her heart can be brought back at the end. I was really craving for writing something that would surprise her this time since while reading some of her posts I felt there is also a darker, less explored side of her fetish that deserved to be brough to light more often. I felt I could take a deeper dive into the beautiful intricate world of her fantasies and maybe touch the untouched.

I want to thank you so much for the trust you ve put in me to let me enter and explore the deepest corners of your amazing mind. It s a honor to be allowed to do so. 

Warning: This is very dark cardiophilia. 

Here it goes....

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I wish I could own the very life pulsing inside you. I wish I could take you up to this steeped hill where a large, rounded rock stands waiting for a beautiful girl to be laid down and sacrificed. I would feel your heart thundering under your left breast from the climb with my hand while I untie your hands in your back and remove the blind fold. I want you to see how I will take your life, every bit of it. I would lay down your shaky body over the rock, arching your back in a very pronounced angle to embrace the shape of the rock.

I would spread open your arms and legs and tie them up with chains. Today I want your small fragile body to feel pain and pleasure. I want your soft flesh to feel the granite and steel.  

I would take a long, curved dagger in one hand and grab the front of your clothes with the other hand. I would rip open your clothes with a swift downward move of the knife and leave you completely naked. I would stare and admire the vulnerable beauty of your naked body. A body that I own. The body of my heartbeat slave about to be sacrificed.

Then I would explore every inch of your nakedness, one hand´s fingers gently running over your calves and thighs while my other hand would let the sharp tip of the dagger draw a line over your bare stomach and hip bones, the cold deadly steel against the soft flesh of your warm body.

Then I would sink my fingers into your inner tigh and search for your femoral pulse, fast and strong. My hand then explores your stretched belly and I feel each of your ribs with the tip of my fingers. I gently caress your small, delicate and perfectly shaped breasts and feel your heartbeat hitting your ribcage right under. Your body is quivering and hurting since you re over stretched on this rock, but at the same time warm, intense waves of pleasure start to fire up inside your lower stomach as my fingers now find their way between your spread open legs. I place the dagger blade against your exposed throat as I gently push my fingers inside you. So wet,soft and warm, so fragile, so....alive.

I want this life. I want it all. You twist and moan over the rock, unable to physically free yourself, but from deep inside you know you dont want to be released. You want to give it all to me, your life, your blood, your heart. You want to die in my hands. Today.

A raging fire bursts from inside your lower belly and spread thru your whole body while you are just about to climax. Tears of pleasure, terror and submission runs down your cheeks while you see I rise the dagger high over your chest.

And there, right there, while my fingers are still inside you and your body is arched by a burning orgasm, I plunge the dagger with all my strenght right under the tip of your sternum, burying it upward straight into your beating heart. The long, curved blade tears thru your flesh and diaphragm like butter and reaches your heart. I immediately twist my wrist in a circular motion and open a large wound right under your ribcage.

A burst of warm blood gushes out of the wound over your stomach as I take the knife out and let it fall to the ground. You gasp in despair while a mix of intense pleasure and pain strikes your deadly injured body. With my fingers still inside you, I push my other hand into the bleeding wound and wrap my fist around your beating heart. It feels so warm, so soft and wet as your blood is filling up the space between your heart and lungs. Both my hands feel your insides for a moment. Then I clench my fist around your heart and rip it off your ribcage. A silent scream exits from your lips while your wide open eyes see your very own heart beating outside of your dying body. Your blood is dripping from your severed aorta over your stomach and tighs while your heart flutters like a wounded butterfly. Blood from the wound is covering your breasts and running down your ribs, stomach and neck to the rock then to the ground.

Everything was so quick that your body was still feeling the aftermath of your orgasm when you die. The last thing you see is your heart becoming still in my hand, and my eyes locked into yours. So much peace all of a sudden while you find out that your life is not yours anymore. Your ultimate submission.

Everything goes dark as your last thought fades out in a million flying pieces....

I gently hold your heart now with my both hands. So beautiful, so small. Warm and wet.

I stare for a long time at your lifeless body. The lifeless body of my heartbeat slave. I like the sight of your blood, your liquid life spilled over your bare skin.

I carefully put your heart away in a tray. With a soft clothe and water I start to clean your beautiful body as much as I can. Gently, very gently, I start with your chest, your breasts, your stomach. I clean your hips and tighs and calves. I unchain your wrists and ankles.

This story is dedicated to @anhartblue and was written with her consent.

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I open the door and invite you to walk in in front of me. You walk slowly and nervously in and I follow behind you, closing the door.

You stand in a large room. As a single piece of furniture, in the center, a large table, made of thick wood. Beside there is a kind of trolley with many artifacts that you still do not see well. You look at the room, in each corner a speaker is hanging.  Silence is only broken by your nervous breathing.

"Come in" I tell you. You walk towards the table. You see leather straps in each corner of the table. Your heart jumps in your chest when you realize that they will be used to tie you.

I gently push you with one hand on the shoulder toward the table, and you sit on the edge. You are wearing a summer dress, little above the knees, with buttons in front and thin cotton that shows the silhouette of your graceful body under.

With one hand on your shoulder, I ask you to lie down and slowly push you down. I can hear your breathing accelerating and going a little bit more irregular when your shoulders touch the hard wood of the table. You look up, the stronger lights pointing down at the table contrast with the dim lighting of the rest of the room. You close your eyes for a moment.

It's beautiful to see you like that, about to submit to me, about to let me control your heart, your life. I see how your chest rises and falls quickly with your accelerated breathing, I can see the curve of your ribs, as they expand with each breath, those details are beautiful to look at.

"I'm going to tie you up now"

The words echo in your head and provoke an immediate sensation of fear and excitement. I take your left ankle and open your leg a little to hold it to the anchor point. I do the same with your other leg. You try to instinctively squeeze your thighs together but the grip is strong and you can not move.

I take your little wrists in my hands and extend your arms, wide open, and hold your wrists down. I squeeze them gently and I can immediately feel the blood pulsing in your arteries. It is an incredible feeling.

Very intense sensations begin to cross your body and mind. This scene has fueled your most secret fantasies for a long time but now it is really happening. The fear and arousal that you feel begin to create a pleasant emptiness in your lower stomach, making it difficult for you to breathe normally. I start to open the buttons of your dress one by one to expose your skin, until a little above your navel. I like to see the soft, beautiful white skin of your chest.

You feel the heat rise through your body while your heart rushes wild against your sternum. Your bound arms and legs prevent any movement. You are in my hands now, and you like it, it surprises you how much you like it.

I take the stethoscope attached to a cable and put it in the center of your chest, covering it with my hand. Immediately your crazy fast beats rumble in the 4 speakers of the room. I love listening to your life. You feel vulnerable, lying down and tied like that, with your heartbeat exposed to my mercy. The cold stethoscope bristles your skin, but at the same time you feel my warm hand placed in the middle of your chest. I can feel your heartbeat against your ribcage, it's incredibly beautiful and fragile at the same time. Your skin is very soft. I love to feel you breathe, to listen to the air entering and leaving your chest.

With my other hand, I put two electrodes against your skin, one on the right side of your sternum. The other just below your left breast. You know that I know what I am doing, and that I will make sure that the electricity will completely cross your beating heart. I can feel you shake slightly under my hand. I look in your eyes, and I see that mixture of fear, and desire. you feel so alive. Your heart accelerates even more and it echoes throughout the room in fury.

I approach your ear.

"I want you to ask me to electrocute your heart, now"

You feel a sudden burst of arousal and terror while you hear yourself asking to be shocked with a barely audible shaky voice. I gently smile at you while I strap the steth against your ribcage and turn on the electric torture device I have specially made for you. Your heart is hammering wildly against your ribs, making your left breast bounces with each beat. I love to watch you so alive, so fragile. You look at the device, this is not a defibrillator. This is a device created to make your heart stops.

“Take a deep breath”

As soon as I see your chest rising high I push the button.

A bolt of electricity tears thru your ribcage making you arch over the table for a fraction of second. Your heart immediately skips several times and loose its rhythm for a few seconds while you body falls down over the table and a short moan of pain and pleasure escapes from your lips.

It is beautiful how your body reacts to the electricity.  I give you a few seconds to recover and send another, longer shock.

Your fists clench while your body arches wildly and you feel the hot, burning electricity crossing your ribcage like if I would be pushing a knife deep inside your chest. Your heart wildly twists inside you throwing itself against your sternum. The sound of your heartbeat fills the room making you feel so exposed and vulnerable. Your heart skips wildly 6 or 7 times, until I release the button. Your fast and shallow breath makes you fill dizzy and confused. I love to torture your small, delicate body. I suddenly become very gentle again, moving your damp hair away from your forehead and cheek.

Breath…breath…

You try to obey, completely in awe with what you are experiencing right now.

I gently rise your chin and let my fingers feel your fast carotid pulse.

Your throat is small and soft. I place my hand over your left breast, feeling the wild irregular beating of your heart against your ribcage. I let my other hand open over your bare stomach, gently pushing down against the soft flesh of your stomach until I can feel your aortic pulse.

I want more. I want to take it all.

I step away and rise the voltage. I push the button again.

Your back and neck arch wildly, throwing your head back while tears of pain and pleasure run down your cheeks.   I can see your ribs pushing hard under your soft skin. You feel like if your heart would have been pierced by a thousand needles. I hold the button several seconds, suddenly wanting so badly to make your heart stops. I release the button. You can hear from very, very far away your extremely irregular heartbeat fluttering inside your chest like a wounded butterfly while you re about to lose consciousness.

I can hear your ventricles completely losing their rhythm, unable to push out your blood into your body. I feel your faint pulse on the left side of your throat. Your heart rate suddenly drops while a thin string of air leaves your half open lips. Your chest doesn’t rise back. You went into respiratory arrest.

I tilt your head back and open your soft lips, breathing out and filling your lungs with my air. One, 2, 3 times.

Your heart, which was barely beating, suddenly stops and all the room goes silent. I remove the steth and place my hands on your sternum. I start CPR, repeatedly pushing down your sternum against your heart. I have taken your beautiful life and will give it back to you.

I continue doing CPR and breathing into your small chest to bring you back to life. After over a minute, I suddenly see your chest rises while you take a long painful breath so I release the pressure over your sternum. I can fee your pulse, faint, but steady.

I lay my head over your bare chest and my head is filled by the slow, faint beating of your heart! Such a perfect, beautiful sound. The sound of your life. A life I owned for a moment. I remove the electrodes. You open your eyes, slowly, confused.

Stay still, you are alive, breath….I will take care of you. I owned your life and heart for a moment, and it was beautiful.

You understand by these words that you were left lifeless for a moment. A weird, new warm feeling fills your body and mind. Knowing you gave me your life makes you feel so free. So fragile. You would like to stay here forever, tied up while your body is not yours anymore.

Close your eyes…

You obey, suddenly feeling very tired.

Your mind drifts into unconsciousness again. I keep listening to your heartbeat for a long time, making sure you are safe. Then I untie you, very gently. I button up your dress. I cover you with a soft blanket. I stay there for a long time, staring at you being alive and so beautiful. I took your life. For a moment I owned you completely. I put it back in your fragile body.

This story is dedicated to @torture-steth-repeat with her consent.

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Your eyes are closed. You try to stay calm, but your breath is fast and irregular, as if you were short of air. You feel the hard wooden table under your back and your thighs. Thousands of things go through your head. You can even hear your heartbeat in your head. The room has a pleasant warmth despite being dressed only in underwear.

Today is the day you decided to put your body, your whole life in my hands. Today you asked me to do what I want with your heart, everything I want. That single thought makes it beat hard against your little rib cage.

You startle with surprise when you feel my warm hand on your shoulder. You open your eyes. You are lying so vulnerable on my torture table. I look into your eyes as I gently take your wrist and tie it to ring at the table corner, I do the same with the other one, and finally I do the same with your ankles. You lie defenseless, vulnerable, fragile, and so alive. So so alive. I connect the heart monitor to your body, and you immediately hear the sound that you like so much, the beep beep of your heart.

It's fascinating to see you like this. I want to hear you live, right now, your small body stretched over this big table. The softness of your flesh against the hardness of the oak wood.

With sharp scissors I cut your bra and uncover your chest. Your heart rushes against your sternum, the ekg marks 135

I put my head in the middle of your breasts, and my head is filled with the heat and the sound of your life, I can feel your ventricles pounding under your sternum, and the sound is beautiful. With my other hand, I reach your stomach and gently push with two fingers to the left side of your navel and I can immediately feel the blood beating in your aorta, nourishing your entire body with life. I can feel your body warm, slightly shaky.

You love this feeling, of being touched, explored, by the only person who appreciates every detail of your body, every beat, pulse. How many times alone in your room have you had the fantasy of being in the hands of someone who can do whatever he wants with your heart. You close your eyes again. You feel that mixture of fear and growing pleasure that seems to dig a delicious hole in your lower belly. Today is for real. Today you are ready for anything.

I lift my head, full of your beautiful heartbeats. I start to feel all the pulses over your body, in your wrists, ankles. Then the delicious sensation of your carotids pulsing under my fingers, or the warm femoral pulse on the inner side of your thighs. You are so full of life, so alive.

You hear a metallic sound that makes you open your eyes wide. I hold it in my right hand. It is a very long sacrifice dagger. The extra-sharp blade, about 1.5 cm wide by a terrifying 25 cm long, is enough to pierce your rib cage from one side to another. Your heart rushes madly against your chest, hitting 165 on the ekg. A continuous shaking run through your belly and your hands feel cold.

Before I begin, I inject a clear liquid into your arm. I explain that it will reduce the pain to keep you awake longer.

- Today I will take your precious life, the greatest gift.

What you feel is strange. A mixture of terror, arousal and a strange kind of peace. The peace of knowing that you are no longer the owner of your life, but that you can let yourself go and let someone decide.

Everything is ready.

With the fingers of my left hand, I feel around until I find the small space between your fourth and fifth rib, just to the left of your sternum. I push my fingers a little, and I can feel the accelerated pounding of your left ventricle, a few inches in. I put the tip of the sword right there. Immediately, I feel the vibration of your heart beating on the handle. You feel a soft sharp pain against your skin.

Your eyes are wet with tears but at the same time a strong adrenaline rush pours into your blood, making your heart beats over 180 and your breathing becomes feverish, short, very fast. Terror and pleasure spread through your body like a cold wave that arises in between your hips, making you shake uncontrollably.

You look straight at me.

Your trembling lips can barely pronounce it, but you can clearly hear what you just said:

- Do it...

You close your eyes while I open my left hand on your belly to strongly hold you against the table, and with the other hand, I push down the dagger firmly .....

The sharp tip penetrates the wall of your rib cage with almost no resistance, wedging itself between two ribs, making its lethal way to the outer surface of your heart. I stop when the blade has disappeared almost one inch into your body. A hot pain, very hot, spreads in your entire chest and makes your eyes open wide.

The tip of the sword rests against your heart now, and I can feel it beat against the tip. Just a few drops of blood can be seen.

- Do it!

Your voice gives me more strength, and I take a big breath just as I thrust the dagger down…

The blade plunges about 6 inches into your rib cage, piercing your left ventricle wide. Your heart twists wildly around this cold and deadly object. Your mouth opens wide, looking for air that it cannot find. Your thighs clench tight, trying to free your ankles without success. Your hands clench into little fists desperate to break free. My hand on your belly holds your body tight against the table.

The heart monitor shows 170. Your heart, mortally pierced by this blade, does not stop beating. Inside your body, blood begins to gush out of your left ventricle with each beat and begins to fill the space around your heart. On the outside, bright red blood, full of oxygen, begins to run down your ribs, drawing red streams on your white skin then pool over the table.

The pain is strong but still bearable from what I injected you, and you stay awake. You look with surprise at the sword that comes out of the middle of your chest. Your heart begins to beat even faster, 187, but very irregularly. It refuses to stop beating.

You try to breathe, with difficulty, every time you breathe, you feel your chest rises and it moves the knife inside you, creating more pain. In your chest, the blood completely filled the space between your heart and your lungs, and generates a pressure that crushes it quickly, complicating your heartbeat.

The monitor drops drastically in a matter of seconds, to 140, 125, 90 .... 80

You feel your life escaping from your body at full speed. I push the blade one last time, until it hits a bone in your back. The dagger has pierced your entire chest. Your vision is blurry, and your breathing becomes more and more difficult. Your thighs fall back on the table, without force. Your fists open slowly. I want to accompany you in this moment, feel how your life is taken. Your heart struggles to keep beating, but it drops quickly ... to 60 ... 55 ...

Your blood continues to pour out of your chest, covering your left breast, ribs and stomach. The contrast of your red blood with your soft, pale skin is so beautiful. I can feel your hot, liquid life pooling around my hand on your stomach.

The blade completely pierced your heart and also your left lung behind it. Little by little, it becomes more difficult for you to breathe, only your right lung inflates, the left one just doesn’t respond anymore.

When you think you should be terrified, a kind of calm begins to fill you. Your mind is clouded, due to the lack of oxygen. your half-open eyes look at me calmly. I look again for the pulse in your belly. It is weak, very very weak. You start to feel cold on your feet, and in your hands.

In one swift movement, I removed the dagger from your chest. It comes out silently, easily, followed by blood that gushes directly from your dying heart and spills down your sides and belly. I put my right hand to press hard on the wound. I can still feel your weak heartbeat and with each one of them blood that pours in between my fingers.

You close and open your eyes quickly to dry the tears, and you try to speak but your trembling lips do not respond. You gaze at the heart monitor that you can now barely hear ... it shows 45 bpm

Little by little it becomes impossible to breathe. You feel like there is a large rock placed on your sternum. You feel like a fish out of the water. Your life escapes from you, red and hot, pouring over your fragile body that little by little becomes colder. Your sight is clouded by black dots, you know that it is the end, your last breath, your heart placed in my hand, your life, your most precious gift, is given to me. Suddenly, you like the feeling of freedom, you no longer feel your feet and hands tied, but you are cold, very cold. The warm skin of my hands on your heart and belly comforts you. You cling to them.

The monitor shows 40, and your heart now beats very irregular, your breathing is almost non-existent, minimal.

Your eyes begin to close, and your lips gradually lose their color. I feel a unique connection with your perfect, dying body with my two hands placed on you. Your belly no longer feels as warm as it did minutes before. Your skin is paler.

I feel the last beats of your heart, rather they seem like the fluttering of a weak butterfly, and your ribs protruding under your skin every second when you try to breathe.

A moment later, it is your breathing that stops first. Your ribs stop moving, your belly becomes immobile too. The monitor reads 25 bpm. With my left hand, I dig my fingers a little deeper to search for a pulse. I find it weak, dying.

You still have a bit of clarity, just enough to know that this is the last moment, you realize that you have stopped breathing, and you feel relief. You felt pain with every breath, not anymore.

Your heart, mortally wounded, fights with its last strength.

20 seconds after you've stopped breathing, your heart stops beating. I feel the pulse of your aorta one last time under my fingers, then everything becomes immobile. Under my right hand, I suddenly feel your sternum completely still as well. The blood stops flowing between my fingers. The monitor drops from 25 to 0 immediately ...

biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip

You hear from far, very far away, the sound of your heartbeatless heart. You always wanted to feel it like that, motionless inside you. 2 or 3 seconds later, your mind gently black out….

Your body lies lifeless under my hands. your hands are open, palms up.

I leave my hands on you for a few more seconds. Your skin is pale and smooth, even warm, covered in your warm blood. Your lips a little open, very little, and your eyes closed.

I raise my hands. Your body is so still, it is strange not to see the breath that has always moved your rib cage under your skin. You've lost a lot of blood.

I want to try to revive you, desperately.

I take some clothes and clean your bare chest, and your belly of the blood that you ve lost. A few seconds later, your body is clean, whole as before, if it wasn't for this lethal little incision near your left breast.

I take the two electrodes in my hands and apply them to your chest.

The powerful electric shock goes through your inert heart. Nothing

A second shock throws your entire chest up, arching your back off the table.

biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip

I turn up the power, a third shock.

Your ribs stretch your thin skin as your thorax lifts up hard and lands back on the table.

biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip

Your heart is not coming back. I give two more shocks, that arch your back and your thighs on top of the table.

biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip beep ... beep ... beep..beepbibp.beep ....

I drop the electrodes and reach for your carotid with my fingers. There is a pulse, a weak pulse ... so weak ...

beep ... beep beep beep ... beep ... beep

The monitor begins to mark an extremely irregular rhythm, between 20 and 25 bpm ...

I exhale hard between your cold lips. I see how only the right half of your chest rises, the left side stays lower.

With the first few heartbeats I see blood spilling from the wound again, running down your left breast.

I exhale several times, filling your chest with my air.

Inside your chest, your wounded heart trembles more than it beats, a few electrical impulses awakened by the powerful discharges, go through it desperately.

It just lasts 10 or 15 seconds, when suddenly, I lose your pulse again, and your heart stops again. I know it will not return. The wound is too deep.

The monitor launches the fateful announcement of the end ...

biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip

I disconnect it.

Silence, a lot of silence.

I remove the cables from your body, they will no longer be necessary.

I very gently clean your chest, breasts, stomach, and untie your wrists and ankles.

You seem asleep now, beautiful. I put my head on your chest. it already feels colder, still.

Inside you, only silence. I took your precious life, the ultimate gift.

I again very gently clean your beautiful naked body. I put your arms next to your body, palms up. I softly close your lips and arrange your hair.

This story is dedicated to @resus-girl with her consent

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You are lying on a large wooden table, while I take your little wrists and open your arms to stretch them toward the corners of the table, to tie your wrists to some anchors so that you can't move much when I start to play with your heart.

Then I take your ankles and tie them to the other two corners of the table .... you are defenseless in my hands now, vulnerable and under my control. Suddenly I bring more machines next to the table. Your mouth is dry with excitement and arousal starts to grow inside your belly ... what will I do to you..?

I take out the ultrasound machine. I take a sharp knife and your heart races ... in one slow motion, I let the razor sharp blade slides from the bottom up and cut your shirt in the middle, exposing the smooth skin of your sternum ... then I put the ultrasound machine there ...

.... your bare chest rises and falls rapidly to the rhythm of your difficult breathing ... you try to move ... but you can't. You feel fragile right now, vulnerable, and that gives you a strange sense of fear and pleasure.

- We are going to monitor your heart ....

I cover your chest with cold gel and with a black leather strap I keep the echocardiogram equipment in position. Immediately you see on the screen your heart pumping your blood madly through its 4 chambers. I put on the electrodes and the beep is heard immediately.

You feel how your excitement begins to speed up your pulse ...

My words in your ear make you start suddenly

- Today I will strangle you, and I will decide if I want to stop your heart ... or not ...

I slowly move your hair from each side to expose your fragile throat. I can see your collar bones under your skin ... so beautiful

 I wrap my hands around your throat ... pressing gently ... you see how your heart twists on the screen ... accelerating while a feeling of fear seems to dig a hole in your stomach ...

You are mesmerized by the accelerated beep and the image of your heart pumping blood under your eyes ...

- Tell me now that you want to be strangled until your heart stops..

The words that come from your trembling lips fill me with the desire to control your heart.

Hearing you ask me to torture your heart is just so exciting. You feel that same heat being born in your body while you ask to be strangled. At this point you know that your life is in my hands.

You are fascinated by the sound of your heartbeat that fills the entire room and your heart beating on the ultrasound screen. Suddenly I release one of my hands from your neck and place it open on your breastbone just above the ultrasound machine. I can feel the bones of your rib cage just under your warm, soft skin.

It takes you totally by surprise when I thrust my hand down hard, sinking your sternum against your heart. This time, my hands are there to take your life. You open your mouth letting out a small moan of pain and surprise as you feel your ribs sink, pressing your heart against your spine. You can see from the eco how your heart is crushed and try to keep beating.

It fascinates me to feel your chest sink several inches down. The other hand around your neck closes ... and I can feel your carotids pulsing under my fingers

Your eyes widen, silently asking me to let you live ... or maybe rather, they are asking me to take your life to an end. I see terror and pleasure in them. And I like it, very much.

I push over one inch deeper, and at this time you can't breathe anymore. I wonder how much force it takes to break your ribs, for a moment I imagine the sharp point of one of your broken ribs penetrating your ventricles, causing a bleeding that would kill you in less than a minute. I must calculate well, because I want to have you much more time, to experiment more with your body and your heart.

My other hand feels like iron around your neck, and you haven't breathed for more than half a minute already. Your body twists violently; you try to close your thighs but the ties do not let you move

Your eyes fill with tears of pain and pleasure. The lack of air burns your lungs more every second.

Your heart twists wildly on the screen ... the beeps become more irregular and suddenly slower. I look at your defenseless body, your arched back makes me want to push your sternum even more.

I can feel the more i crush your heart the less blood reaches your carotids, and the pulse is now slow and weak ... suddenly I feel the desire not to feel your pulse at all, and I push one last time to the bottom…

Immediately your sight is filled with black dots until you can t see anymore ... the blood stops reaching your arteries ... air cant reach your lungs anymore, the ECG marks 50 ... 40 ... 25 .... the beep beep suddenly seems so far away until you can't hear at all .... the machine marks 20 ... 14 ... I look at how the eco shows your heart now deformed by the pressure. , unable to beat ... and the next second, the moment I always wanted happens ... it comes to a complete stop ...

I release the pressure from my both hands. Your rib cage returns to its natural shape and curve. I quickly remove the echo machine, which turns off the uninterrupted beep that confirms that you are lifeless.

 Silence fills the room. Your motionless body rests on the table, feet and wrists tied. I quickly put my ear on your left breast, the skin is warm and soft, but inside, there is no sound. Just silence. I let my hand rest on your belly. Motionless, totally motionless. I want to feel that moment for a

few seconds, the moment when your lifeless body lays in my hands. There is so much silence in your chest. Nothing moves. I feel like I have complete control of your life, I took it, took it out of your body and now I have the power to return it, if I want to. If I wanted, I could also leave it that way.

It's just 30 seconds that seem like an eternity ... a silent and beautiful eternity. But now, I want you back ... and I have little time, very little.

The seconds seem eternal as your bound and lifeless body lies totally still on the table.

I leave my ear on your chest, and my hand on your belly, enjoying that strange silence inside your body and the absence of breath, while I count to 30.

At the count of 30, I must run to take a decision. The pulseless blood in your arteries no longer brings oxygen to your heart and brain. If I wait any longer, your lifeless body will not be able to recover.

But I want you alive, still.

I get up immediately, and bring the resuscitation kit. As soon as the two devices are on your rib cage, I release a shock to your heart. Your whole chest is thrown up, your arched back for a second does not touch the table, until you fall back. I launch a second jolt that twists your body even more. A third. I put my ear on your left chest, and just silence.

Have I gone too far? I fire a new burst. Your arched back reveals the beautiful curve of your ribs under your skin.

I let go of the devices to exhale into your mouth. I am surprised by your still soft and warm lips. Your lifeless chest inflates several times with my breath. I return to listen. There is no heartbeat.

I start strong CPR right over your sternum, pushing down and releasing at an accelerated cadence with the hope to bring you back to life. I can see your ribcage sinks and returns to its position with every push. After 60 compressions, I look for a pulse. There is none.

I start again, pushing harder this time. Seconds seem hours while I fight to put back into your body the life I took out. Everything seems lost until….

You suddenly open your mouth and a shaky moan of pain escapes ...I release the pressure immediately and I can see your chest expanding with a long, desperate gasp of fresh air…. I put my ear on your left breast and my head is filled with an irregular and rapid heartbeat….sooooo beautiful…!

Your heart is beating again! Your glassy eyes suddenly widen, confused and full of tears.

You try to speak without success.

 - Easy quiet ... I'm here, you're alive.

 I put my hand and the steth on your heart. I can hear it, very very irregular, almost wanting to stop again.

- Breathe, breathe please

You do it with difficulty but it is so beautiful to see your stomach and chest going up and down again.

- I'm going to take care of you ... breathe ...

You obey ... without understanding what has happened yet.

 I put my hand on your chest. My hand stays there with the steth on ... more than 20 min. Little by little your heart picks up its rhythm. Your ribs hurt.

- What ... what happened?

Your shaky lips return to their pink color.

- I took your life, I had it in my hands, and I returned it to your body.

This story is dedicated to @torture-steth-repeat with her consent.

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You take a deep breath, trying to keep some kind of control over your accelerating heartbeat, while you feel my hands closing around your small wrists, feeling your quick, erratic heartbeat. I like feeling your small, fragile rounded shoulders under your shirt.  You open your eyes when your small body is suddenly firmly pushed against the surgery bed and I spread your arms open until it almost hurts. I tie your wrists against the bed metallic structure while your body arches with expectation.

I put my hand in my instruments tray, grab the razor sharp scalpel, and cut open your shirt and bra while the deadly blade slides down from your chest to your belly button just a quarter of an inch away from your tensed body, leaving you only with your underwear.

Your beautiful, bare sternum suddenly exposed sends chills of fear and arousal deep down your body, awakening an unknown, intense and until now hidden desire that stirs from deep inside your lower stomach and hips and arch your back in an instinctive reaction. The stethoscope I just placed right beside the left edge of your sternum fills my ears with your fast, erratic and excited heartbeat just makes it even more exciting. The sudden desire to possess this life and the warm, beautiful small body that harbors it is so intense, only matched by your desire to be controlled, to feel that your life is not yours anymore and is placed into my hands.

I push my open hand against your ribcage, right under your left breast, covering your tattoo, looking to feel the strong palpitation of your mitral valve, suddenly makes you feel so exposed, small and fragile. As my fingers push in between your curved ribs feeling your apical pulse, I almost feel I could close my fingers and grab your beating heart in my grip. Every single inch of your body is now screaming to be taken, to be played with, to be explored and possessed. My hand closes around your fragile, exposed throat and my fingers dig into your carotid arteries, preventing the precious hot liquid of life inside you to freely circulate. Exciting images of your life being taken here and now flow rapidly behind your closed eyes while you feel the ice cold, sharp blade of the scalpel being slowly pushed against your stomach.

I can see how you sink your stomach trying to escape from the cold fate of the scalpel blade but my hand slowly pushes downward to keep contact with the soft, warm pulsing skin of your stomach.

There is a rush of wild emotions swarming around in your mind, an instinctive need for survival makes you try to move away for this threat but suddenly, you are feeling an even more primal urge to...to feel the steel buried into your soft, vulnerable fragile body! This idea triggers an arousing feeling from deep inside your body, a wave that makes your hips gently tilt forward...suddenly looking forward the mortal embrace of your flesh with the blade...

In my mind, a similar torrent of feelings is taking over the logical part of my brain....the feeling of your small, warm body under me makes me want to take it all, to have it all, to take this living gift you are offering me. I can already imagine how easy this scalpel would penetrate the flesh of your belly and cut your aortic artery open...the hot, pulsing blood pouring out of the wound with each of your heartbeats and running down over your hips, drawing abstract red lines over the soft, white skin of your bare stomach. I suddenly wish to feel my hand full of this hot liquid life running between my fingers, escaping from your beautiful body and taking away your life with it...

But then I suddenly release the pressure over your skin...leaving you some room to take a deep breath...while I whisper in your ears...."Not today....not yet...." 

You re in such an intense state that you dont know if you’re happy or sad to hear this...the desire of giving your life, of feeling the freedom of letting someone else decide over your next heartbeat, is overwhelming! I lay down the cold scalpel over your bare stomach and watch how it bounces with your racing aortic pulse.

Your bare sternum and stomach now slightly shine in the low light due to a thin layer of sweat. You feel the awakened desire flowing in your body as fast as your blood is pulsing in your arteries. The room silence is only broken by your shaky, fast irregular breathing. You close your eyes.

I raise your chin with my hand, exposing your throat. Then I let one finger slowly runs down your throat first….feeling your left carotid pulse…then I run it down on the left side of your rib cage, gently feeling your ribs one by one, then I trace a curved line over your tattoo and leave it run down in the middle of your stomach while your entire body starts to tingle in arousal.

I stop next to the scalpel, gently pushing down into the flesh of your stomach to feel the liquid pulse of your aorta..so beautiful. I continue drawing and imaginary line over your body with a single finger running over your left hip bone, thigh and calf until I reach your left ankle. Gently pressing the thin skin I can feel your fast ankle pulse while a warm, pulsing desire starts to tense your body and make your back slightly arches…I finally let my finger runs over your feet to the tip of your toes while you heart is hammering against your ribs, asking to be taken, to be owned, to be stopped…

So....since as long as I remember, I have felt a deep fascination for women´s heartbeat. It grew over the years into a fully blown cardiophilia fetish. I am definitively attracted by the darkest side of this fascination. I am fascinated by the idea of controlling a girl heartbeat, of having full power over her heart and very life, of being able to play with her heart and take it to its limit, and beyond.

For year I have pictured in my mind this special place, this wooden, cozy “heartbeat room” full of artifacts to play with a girl s heart while she willingly walks in with the desire to abandon her own self to me.

A submission of her own heartbeat that deserves an answer of profound respect.

So I have found here in this community very few female members that have been able to capture my darkest and deepest heartbeat fantasies in such an accurate and amazing way that I felt I wanted to give something back. Their work on Tumblr is done with such passion, originality and beauty that they deserve to be praised for such content.

I always felt that words are as powerful as the touch of a hand. Words can melt into your blood stream and make your heart races from miles away. Words can trigger your wildest fantasies and turn them alive. This is why I wanted to thank these unique female members by writing them custom made cardiophilia related stories where they will be involved as the main character, as a unique way to explore their fantasies together and to thank them for sharing with us some of their deepest thoughts and desires.  

Each story obviously counts with their previous consent, and needless to say I feel extremely honored and thankful to be allowed to take them into the realm of my fantasies.

Story written for @torture-steth-repeat

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 You are lying down, heart pounding. Our fascination for heartbeats is stronger than ever. You want more, newer and more intense experiences. There s something so powerful in putting your life into my hands and giving me your heart to listen, feel, touch. I just blindfolded you. You like this a lot, because it triggers a much more sensitive reaction when I touch your skin. And you love not to know where I will touch you next. I look at you while I put the mask over your eyes. You look extremely beautiful, lying down in black underwear this time, on the  wood table of this room I have set to explore your deepest heartbeat fantasies. Your breathing is fast and short. I can feel the excitement pouring down into your bloodstream, spreading thru your whole body. Each new experience you live now is much more intense than the previous one because you have unleashed your desire and fascination for heartbeats. I can see your pounding stomach pulse, and I love it so much. I place the stethoscope on the left side of your sternum, next to your left breast. Oh my God, the sound of your pounding heart fills the room with a raw determination to shatter the silence. So beautiful, so alive, so perfect.     Just when you feel it couldnt get more intense, I gently take your wrists in both hands and raise your arms over your head, spreading them open to each corner of the table. I can feel the liquid pulse of your blood in your small wrists. Your mouth slowly open in awe...is it what you think it is..? Before you finish your thinking, I gently tie up your wrists to 2 silky leather straps that are bound to the table. Oh my God, this is what you think it is. A very sudden, warm and arousing wave of excitement bursts from deep inside your stomach and spreads in your chest and thighs, leaving you gently shaking in excitement. Your heart jumps inside your chest and hit your sternum with fury, filling the room with the roar of your hot, raw life. I can see it, and I love it so much. I smile and come closer to your ear. I can see your left breast rising and falling quickly with each of your excited heartbeat. You are sooooo alive and so beautiful. - This is my little surprise for today, a new way for you to abandon your life, heart and body into my hands. You, please just feel, feel, listen and enjoy the life pulsing inside your body and how I can make it react to my touch. My words echo deep into your mind, unlocking a door that was screaming to be open. This is what you have always wanted, your heart, the deepest and most beautiful part of your body, hidden inside your ribcage, to be discovered, touched, exposed. You lie down for me, open like a bare, fragile and vulnerable beautiful book desiring to be read. The pages of this book are like your soft, silky bare skin wanting to be gently touched by the tips of my fingers. A torrent of feelings and desires open their way from this deep, hidden part of your mind and reach the surface of your skin, making you feel shaky and vulnerable, and so alive at the same time! Your heart accelerates as all this happens inside you and I can see the stethoscope pounding up and down and this is such an exciting view. - We will begin now, I think you are ready. God yes that you are ready, you try to say something, but your beautiful, soft lips only move gently without a sound. However, the voice inside your chest is screaming its desire to be explored, touched, experimented with. I start to slide down my open hands along your arms and forearms following the gently visible blue lines of veins and arteries, and you absolutely love it. Not being able to move is a powerful and exciting sensation for you. You feel totally abandoned in my hands, to my will to explore your body and heart, and strangely, the more you are tied up, the more liberating is the feeling. While my fingers go down your arms I can imagine the blood pulsating inside your veins and arteries, I see so much beauty in this. My hands reach your collarbones and I gently push under them to feel your pulse, it is so perfect. I lay my hands wide open on your upper chest, and start to feel your breath and live right under my hands. I love the shape of your ribcage so much. I can imagine your lungs, filled with air and all the arteries inside them, coming from your heart. I then lay a hand in the middle of your chest, between your breasts, right over your beating heart while my other hand s fingers gently wrap each side of your throat. Wow....I can feel now your heart pounding under my hand and a second later the strong pulse of your blood ejected from your left ventricle to your carotid’s arteries. All this liquid life is so perfect and beautiful. I start to put pressure right over your heart, and gently push down my fingers against your carotids. Your body tries to kind of instinctively twist away but you remember you are tied up and cant move. You suddenly feel so exposed, vulnerable and fragile and it s the first time you experiment such a feeling and you find it exciting and arousing in some way.....this is a whole new feeling that seems to come deep from your primal instincts, lying down now, your heart trying to stay alive and keep beating under the pressure, a wave of shear excitement crosses your entire body while your heart starts to skip widely, missing beats and pauses every 2 or 3 beats. I push deeper, crushing your heart against your ribcage while it fights to keep pumping your blood as you start to feel dizzy…I love the feeling of taking control over your heartbeat. I suddenly feel I can decide if I want it to keep beating or not, if I want to keep you alive…or not. I keep the pressure from some more time, then slowly release it. Your heart suddenly throws itself against your ribs and you take a long, very deep breath the recover.... I then let my hands trace a line on the edge of your ribcage, letting my fingers run in between your expanded ribs along your nice tattoo while you gently arch your back trying to catch your breath. Your exposed ribcage under your skin is the most beautiful thing to feel and see. I slowly let my fingers slide down on your bare stomach, following your aorta from the left side and your cave vein on the right side. For some reason, you love, absolutely love this mixture of firmness and gentleness I can use when I explore your body and heart, and both ways give you an amazing desire for more. I can suddenly feel your strong stomach pulse, following the deep fast heartbeat that is thundering in the room. I suddenly become very gentle, with the tip of my fingers barely touching the soft skin of your belly around your belly button. I slowly go up and down, exploring each inch of your stomach, your belly button, reaching the edge of your underwear then moving my fingers apart until I reach your protruding hip bones, I love to see them so much and touching them is even more exciting. I circle them gently while a tickling feeling starts to grow deep inside your stomach, matching again an increase of your heartbeat. Having your heartbeat cast in the whole room by speakers leaves you completely vulnerable in some way, each time I touch you I can know what you feel by your heartbeat changes, you are like an open book with no secrets, a beautiful  girl lying down on an altar of truth where you can t hide and dont want to hide what you feel... This feeling is extremely powerful, and increases the excitement you feel that is already spreading in your body making your skin so sensible to my touch. I keep drawing a soft line over your belly, along your ribcage, descending over your hip bones, then up to the tip of your sternum, back in the middle of your stomach until your belly button, and listening how your heart reacts to every touch. After some time, again my touch becomes firmer, as I slowly sink my open hand in your stomach, feeling the powerful beating of your aorta pushing against the palm of my hand. I push deeper, and you arch your back in response. I push even deeper, and your breathing becomes short and shallow. I can feel your blood struggling to pulse in your aorta. A reflux of blood to your left ventricle induces an irregular beating once again. Your heart rate starts to rise again and skip every now and then. I love all these reactions of your life. I keep the pressure on, looking at the beautiful  shape of your ribcage while your stomach is pushed against your spine. Then I release....wow your heart goes into 4 huge skips while recovering the internal pressure inside your ventricles. Your body is slightly shaking, and your hands are cold. But inside you there is a wave of warm excitement that seems to spread inside your body and makes you bite your lower lip while your heart struggles to recover its normal rhythm. I understand it is enough for you today. You look so beautiful, fragile and perfect. I now just let my fingers very gently slide over your bare stomach, belly button, hips bones and thighs...tracing a network of tingling pleasure right under your skin while you try to recover from this amazing experience. Your heart slowing comes back to its normal rhythm while your lips gently smile. I untie your wrists ,they feel soft and small in my hands, but you are so amazed by the whole experience you just leave them there as if they were still tied up, spread open on each side of your head. You look so perfect. Your back arches gently as you take several deep slow breaths. You slowly take control back of yourself and your body, but something deep inside your mind remains awake, and is already asking to give it away again..

 If you like it, more to come going deeper into the darker side of this fascination