I’m REALLY into Dark Cardiophilia

Yes! If it were me, right after opening your chest and spreading it wide open, I’ll first explore your heart when its still protected by the pericardium. After that, I’ll make an incision, slicing open the pericardium and letting the fluid spill out, exposing the bright red of your myocardium.

I’ll then take your heart into my hand, cupping it and feeling it beat against my palm, watching it flutter as your heart adjusts to being touched for the first time.

I’ll start squeezing your heart. A light pressure and then increasing the pressure in increments, watching your heart balloon with each hard squeeze.

After that, I’ll tie a portable heart rate monitor around your heart, the band not too tight before then wrapping a bag around your heart, making sure where the vessels are are sealed and no leakages before then filling the bag with ice cold water.

I’ll watch as your heart desperately fights back against the cold, struggling to beat until it finally ceases completely.

Hopefully its low so you would survive longer. Put chemical agents (fats)that cause heart failure until your EDV is too low for life. All after I open your chest of course so you can slowly watch your heart become a fat yellow squirming blob.

My resting heart rate is about 67-72 bpm.

Honestly, I can’t remember but I do recall after running, my heart would be pounding against my chest, making my chest feel tight. I could say it was about 170 BPM.

Putting my heart through the ringer, the very epicenter of a sick man’s excuse of cardiac research. That’s what I would also like. Drugs, shocking my poor heart, before my chest is finally cut open. My dainty heart would be beating hard, the force of each beat sending ripples along the myocardium.

(Bonus if the hearts are both linked and feel the same thing 👀)

That cybernetic heart of yours appeared more machine than organic. Quite different from mine. Mine still consisted of its mortal flesh but a chip embedded deep in the myocardium allows me to link my heart with yours.

So one day, I decide to test its folly. Simple things at first like pushing against my chest or holding my breath. But the urge to get your heart to stumble grows and I fall into a dark hole of cardiac torture.

I love open chest scenarios. So once I expose your heart I would squeeze it with all my force that you can't breathe anymore and gasp for air. I dunno if you like this kind of dark scenario but its my personal favourite. Crushing your heart until it stops and watching you gasp would be my way.

I love open chest scenarios and I definitely like this dark scenario! My chest cut open and breasts parted to reveal my lithe heart. It would definitely skip under the grip of your hand and only struggles even more as you increase the pressure.

I writhed as you send another course of high voltage electricity through the needles embedded deep into my heart.

I can’t even scream, my back arching as my heart seizes in the throes of this dangerous dance. My poor little heart desperately tries to fight against the current but it was losing the battle.

Even with the brief respites, my heart never recovers, the beats stumbling over itself. You decide then to increase the voltage and once more you shock my weak heart.

This time, my heart can’t withstand it and it finally ceases. Not even a quiver. You removes the needles then and grab my heart, squeezing it in a pumping motion.

I would attempt to resist of course but you just grabbed my shoulders and forced me to my knees. You would tear away my shirt and cut my bra exposing my heaving chest.

You could see my left breast shaking from the solid hard beats of my terrified heart.

Your excitement only grows seeing my scared heart. Reaching for the sword nearby, you position the sharp tip right over my sternum.

I’m panicking now, the skin over my heart flickering as my heart pounds maddeningly. And then it was over.

Before I could register it, you had shoved the sword straight through the center of my chest, piercing my poor heart.

I would be arching my back, the restraints holding me down as the hot wax drips onto my heart, scorching the myocardium. You would leave a trail of hot wax along rhe coronary arteries painting a wax network lining my heart.

My heart would skip and jolt, gallop and stumble with each drip as it burns at muscle.

I would like to take a needle and inject your pericardium with warm, soft liquid wax and let it churn in your chest. Then I'd steth you as the wax begins to cool and stiffen.

Do you think your heart would be strong enough to carve a hole for itself before the wax solidifies, or would it slowly suffocate out?

Once your chest is opened up, I'd make sure your body is nice and relaxed as I add a single loose band, monitoring your heart and giving it a chance to recover for say... five minutes before I add another. You'd be free from any pain, kept nice and numb and sleepy. Maybe drifting in and out of consciousness as I show you the rapid deformation of your heart shape and blood flow. Of course, I'd keep a counter of how many bands you could withstand. Letting you know when you're approaching the previous victims record. Maybe I'd give your struggling little heart a treat when it surpasses the previous victim's record. A little cocktail of stimulants to help it out. Maybe I'd even give you a treat.

I wonder... how long will your heart last? Will it merely be crushed to death? Or will it keep pumping until it pops?

The cocktail of drugs dripping into my vein surely made me nice and snug, feeling content and like I’m laying on a bed of clouds.

My heart beats slow and steady, completely relaxed as no pain runs through my nerves.

It only stumbles then when you loop the first rubber band around the exposed myocardium, beating rapidly in between before steadying itself once again once it got used to the pressure. As soon as my heart recovers, you add another one, watching and gauging how my heart deforms and buckles under the pressure of the bands. And then more and more.

It was getting harder to breathe and my heart started to change, its normal shape taking on an undulating form as it struggles to beat against the bands. You’ve kept track of each rubber band, cooing in delight when my small but unshaking heart takes each band like a champ.

You decided to spice things up and inject a cocktail of drugs right into my heart, sending it into a beating frenzy. As it pounds, its starting to look like a balloon about to pop.

I’m gasping now, shifting about as my heart rapidly expands, the bands unyielding against the muscle and finally, my heart pops.

I can’t remember what happened. All I knew was when I slowly awoke, I heard squelching thuds before my eyes finally land upon my exposed beating heart.

My chest had been cracked open, a rib spreader holding the incision wide open, pushing my breasts aside. The pericardium has been cut open, revealing the contracting myocardium between my pink lungs.

My eyes widened in shock, my breathing picking up and I would have passed out from lack of oxygen if not for the oxygen mask strapped over my nose and mouth.

The pink and red muscle beats hard and fast, the fear and shock from earlier driving it past its bounds. And then you appear.

Wordlessly, you climb atop me, completely naked. I see your hard cock thumping to the beat of your own heart as you lower yourself and place your erect cock against my thumping heart.

You let out a loud gasp, same as I and I can’t help but throw my head back and arch my back, pushing my heart even more towards your cock.

You watch as my heart rapidly but steadily beats against your cock. And then, you cup my heart in between your hands and start thrusting against my heart.

I cry out, your cock ramming deeply into the center of my heart, its length running along my coronary arteries, catching along it as you thrust harder and faster.

As you continue to ram deeper, the chambers only grew smaller, the coronary arteries even being temporarily pushed down, sending my heart into a skipping mess.

With my arms tied behind my back, I can only lay there, writhing and whimpering as your knee digs deeper into the center of my chest.

I can only imagine the sight of my poor heart crushed under the force, the chambers getting smaller and smaller, the muscle getting bruised as it beats harder and harder.

“Please…” I gasp, my poor heart now skipping in between beats. If this keeps up, my heart might just stop.

Whatever was inside that drink you offered me must have been one strong sedative. Strong enough to knock me out the entire car ride to your lair, strip me of my clothes, laying me upon the cold metal table before then hooking me up to the EKG and strapping me down. All while I still remain unconscious, you probed my heart first with your fingers then next with an ultrasound probe watching the black and white image of my heart steadily beating, the rhythm matching the readings on the EKG.

As the drug starts to wear off, my heart slowly picks up its pace. I slowly stir awake, my heart jumping into a panic when I realize that I’m naked and restrained.

“Where am I!?” I scream over the loud quickening beeps.

My heart skips when you emerge and only races more, jumping and skipping to 180 BPM when you inject adrenaline straight into my plump organ.

I feel my heart kick into gear and I start gasping as my heart starts beating at lightning speed. It skips three consecutive times leaving me breathless. The EKG beside me starts rapidly beeping, showing my erratic heartbeat. But you wanted more.

You wanted it to stop.

So you start probing my pussy, flicking my clit and thrusting your fingers in and out, making me grow wetter by the second. I gasp and plead for mercy, my back arching as the sexual stimulation from your fingers drive me to the edge.

I can barely breathe now, my lungs seizing as my heart stumbles over itself. You’ve replaced your fingers with your hard cock, jamming into me again and again until finally I come and my heart gives one hard beat before finally falling into a quivering mess.

I lay there lifeless, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. You use the ultrasound probe seeing my fibrillating heart and you come deep inside me.