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Dollhouse 3.75

Lila was right where I’d left her, on that cold table with machines breathing and controlling her heart rate. I’d lowered the temperature in the room to a brisk 65 so I could watch the gooseflesh prickle her skin. I was not disappointed and took pleasure in seeing her stiffened nipples as well.

I stroked her hair and kissed her cheek. I cared for her a great deal but she’d been such a naughty girl that I really didn’t have a choice but to punish her. I flicked her nipples and took the left in my mouth. She stirred softly and tried to moan but the tube in her throat kept her silent. I spread her legs and began to massage her clit gently, watching as her heart rate began to climb. I’d left her cardiac pacing set at 70bpm and when she’d climbed higher, due to my touch, she’d been promptly shocked.

“Good girls should control their pulse better” I said. “Good girls get treats, bad girls get defibrillated.” She motioned toward the tube in her mouth, silently asking for it to be removed. “You want me to extubate you?” She nodded weakly.

I walked over to the ventilator and adjusted the settings, slowing the rate of respirations drastically. She began to fight the vent as she tried to breathe on her own, but the tube made that impossible. Lila began to reach for the tube so I grabbed her hands and slipped them into the restraints. “Oh no baby, we are only getting started here.”

The defibrillator was going off faster now, trying to keep her rapidly accelerating pulse at the resting rate I’d set. Her body jerked and writhed as she fought for air and as the electricity kept pouring into her chest. I wasn’t a complete monster so I set her new target to 130BPM.

Her eyes rolled as hypoxia began to set in and the monitor chimed an alert for low pulse ox levels. I slipped two fingers into her dripping pussy and began to finger her rapidly. She responded to me by trying to slam her legs closed but she was too weak to fight off my advances. I pried her thighs apart and kept going at a rapid rate. My fingers made a “come hither” motion while I placed my mouth on her clit and sucked hard. My tongue traced circles around her pleasure button while my fingers, now soaked, kept pounding her pussy.

The lack of oxygen combined with the lack of oxygen was too much for her and her heart slipped into V-Fib. Her writhing stopped and her body relaxed. I withdrew from her and turned her respirations back to a normal level. Next I switched the defibrillator to manual and delivered a shock through the AED. Her body jerked but there was no change on the monitor. “Oh no you don’t Lila” I said. “Nobody told you to arrest.”

I placed my hands on her chest and began compressions. Earlier in our session I’d felt two ribs fracture and now another two gave way. As long as they didn’t break outright I wouldn’t have to worry about a punctured lung. “Come on Lila” I cooed as I completed my second set of compressions. “Don’t you want to be my good girl?”

I delivered another shock and watched as her breasts bounced. I rubbed her nipples and teased them between my fingers as I slid my hand down to her pussy again. I climbed atop her and slid my dick into her, feeling the warm tight pressure surround me. I angled myself so I could press my hands on her chest, using my weight to press deep. I thrusted with the compressions, making one full stroke for each squeeze of her heart.

We’d gone through four more sets of compressions when I knew I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I kept thrusting and reached for the AED, shocking her while I was still inside. I felt her body tense with the current, her chest bucked and her pussy contracted hard. The pressure was too much for me and I came deep inside of her just as the monitor registered a normal rhythm again.

I panted hard and laid down on her, resting my head between her breasts. “That’s good sweetie. So good. Let’s get you cleaned up now.”

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After a certain amount of time the beeping becomes rhythmic, soothing. The regularity of the tone a comfort that things are calm, stable, no alarms and no running staff. It’s just serene.

And that’s how I thought it was going to stay. I’ve been here hours, long enough for the adrenaline to leave my system and fatigue to settle in. I’m curled up on a chair in the triage bay, knees brought up so I’m almost in the fetal position under a blanket, one arm outside the material with a cannula connected up to a bag of fluids hanging above my head. There’s a small collection of wires snaking under my tshirt, ecg electrodes scattered across my chest sending feedback from my fragile little heart to display on a monitor behind me. It’s been a long day and I’m playing at being a good patient before going home.

But the peace of recovery isn’t going to last for long.

Next to me in another reclining chair is an older man surrounded by a family, he’s in his fifties and grey at the temples with adult children and a spouse hovering by his side. They’ve been chatting all evening, keeping each other entertained while he too is reflected back onto a monitor behind him. And so as the chatter raises in volume I try not to pay attention, retreating further inside myself to access the soothing peace I need to keep my own heart calm and happy.

But once you know the sound it’s hard to miss it even in a bustling emergency room. Even on a night where enough people are chatting and enough monitors beeping that it’s becoming hard to discern one source from another. And even when all the cues around the situation say ‘low stakes’ that sound of an agonal gasp hitting the air could have made me sit up straight on the other side of the room.

“He’s just sleeping, he’s snoring, right?”

“Dad? Dad wake up…”

“He’s twitching a bit can you find a nurse?”

Another gasp and at this point my thoughts are running faster than my awareness, I don’t even turn to view the scene. In hindsight perhaps it was reckless, to jump to such a conclusion without taking the time to properly confirm my suspicion. But there wasn’t a lot of thought involved, listen, instinct, act.

Suddenly my mind is clear of fatigue and sharp once more, “help! We need help!” My voice is loud, louder than I ever intend to make it in public. Shattering the rolling chatter of the emergency room and ambulance intake zone, teams of paramedics stop mid conversation and look up as I suck in another breath to carry on, “he’s in cardiac arrest we need help!”

It’s only at this point that my brain catches up enough to prompt me to turn to my left, eyes landing on the slowly stiffening form of the man who had previously just been chatting with his family in the seat next to me. His hands fisted and coming up towards his chest. It’s the first moment I realise I somehow made the right split second call. Somehow.

There’s a pause, a beat as everyone gets themselves together, as brains register what they’re being told and then all at once people move.

The first person to get to him is a nurse who had been behind a curtain just across the hall from us, I hadn’t even known she was there. She already looks flustered and immediately goes to get an oxygen mask prepared off the wall from behind the man. The second person is a doctor dressed in dark green scrubs, his voice cutting across the room as a wall of paramedics all dressed in matching uniforms close in, “get him on the floor!” The nurse pauses what she’s doing and looks at him, “start compressions, leave the damn mask!”

She doesn’t need to be told twice as the hands of medical professionals drag the man from his chair to the ground. His head lolls about on his neck, lips parted as he continues to create the choked off snoring gasps I had first noticed - albeit a little softer now.

More nurses arriving, doctors in all manner of scrubs, one or two wearing black. With seemingly little to no communication a female nurse is knelt by the man’s side, her hands positioned in the centre of his sternum and elbows locked as she begins rhythmically pumping his chest. She’s strong, her compressions are immediately deep and methodical, heaving her entire bodyweight into the task at hand. Her voice rings out over the amassing group of staff, counting each time her hands press down squeezing his heart against the cold floor of the emergency room.

“5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10–“

“Is someone getting the aed” the doctors voice is loudest again, travelling out over the group and several people confirm his question. It seems like only moments later a crash cart is being run up the hallway. “I want pads on him after this cycle, analysis after the next”

Several more voices confirm, the cycle of compressions ends and two large AED pads are prepped and adhered to the man’s chest. One on his upper right chest and the other over his left ribcage, while this is being done an ambubag is pressed over his mouth and nose. Someone lifts behind his neck to tilt his head back and the bag is squeezed pumping two large breaths into his lungs. And then the pause in aggressive action is over and someone else is now working on his chest, male hands making easy work of the brutal compressions.

He’s stopped gasping. It just the soft huffs of escaping air, eyes wide and staring up at the ceiling. I can’t stop looking, enthralled by the controlled chaos playing out in front of me.

“15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20-“

He’s not a small man but his entire body is being rocked back and forth by the hands working on his chest - steadily bruising his skin and threatening to break ribs.

“Everybody off!”

The small crowd of people lean back in a synchronised movement, hands in the air, tension biting through the atmosphere.

“Clear!”

The charge of electricity is released through his chest, arcing from one pad to the other and causing the muscles in his mostly limp body to contract in one harsh movement. Chest and shoulders jerking, arms twitching into his centre mass and it’s in the silence that follows that relief filters through the watching department as he immediately converts to sinus rhythm.

And then, as it started it ends, with the sounds of gasping hitting the air and this time my body relaxes in response instead of moving into a severely kneecapped attempt at damage control

“It’s alright sir, your heart just stopped for a little bit there. You’re okay”

I sag back into the chair I’m in, my own heart rate racing as the reality of it all hits home. I’m happy to avoid the attention as a bed is wheeled in and they start getting him ready to take away for more extensive care. God knows what I would say if anyone asked me how I knew what was happening. It’s probably for the best no one finds out.

Just a happy accident.

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Dollhouse 3.75

Lila was right where I’d left her, on that cold table with machines breathing and controlling her heart rate. I’d lowered the temperature in the room to a brisk 65 so I could watch the gooseflesh prickle her skin. I was not disappointed and took pleasure in seeing her stiffened nipples as well.

I stroked her hair and kissed her cheek. I cared for her a great deal but she’d been such a naughty girl that I really didn’t have a choice but to punish her. I flicked her nipples and took the left in my mouth. She stirred softly and tried to moan but the tube in her throat kept her silent. I spread her legs and began to massage her clit gently, watching as her heart rate began to climb. I’d left her cardiac pacing set at 70bpm and when she’d climbed higher, due to my touch, she’d been promptly shocked.

“Good girls should control their pulse better” I said. “Good girls get treats, bad girls get defibrillated.” She motioned toward the tube in her mouth, silently asking for it to be removed. “You want me to extubate you?” She nodded weakly.

I walked over to the ventilator and adjusted the settings, slowing the rate of respirations drastically. She began to fight the vent as she tried to breathe on her own, but the tube made that impossible. Lila began to reach for the tube so I grabbed her hands and slipped them into the restraints. “Oh no baby, we are only getting started here.”

The defibrillator was going off faster now, trying to keep her rapidly accelerating pulse at the resting rate I’d set. Her body jerked and writhed as she fought for air and as the electricity kept pouring into her chest. I wasn’t a complete monster so I set her new target to 130BPM.

Her eyes rolled as hypoxia began to set in and the monitor chimed an alert for low pulse ox levels. I slipped two fingers into her dripping pussy and began to finger her rapidly. She responded to me by trying to slam her legs closed but she was too weak to fight off my advances. I pried her thighs apart and kept going at a rapid rate. My fingers made a “come hither” motion while I placed my mouth on her clit and sucked hard. My tongue traced circles around her pleasure button while my fingers, now soaked, kept pounding her pussy.

The lack of oxygen combined with the lack of oxygen was too much for her and her heart slipped into V-Fib. Her writhing stopped and her body relaxed. I withdrew from her and turned her respirations back to a normal level. Next I switched the defibrillator to manual and delivered a shock through the AED. Her body jerked but there was no change on the monitor. “Oh no you don’t Lila” I said. “Nobody told you to arrest.”

I placed my hands on her chest and began compressions. Earlier in our session I’d felt two ribs fracture and now another two gave way. As long as they didn’t break outright I wouldn’t have to worry about a punctured lung. “Come on Lila” I cooed as I completed my second set of compressions. “Don’t you want to be my good girl?”

I delivered another shock and watched as her breasts bounced. I rubbed her nipples and teased them between my fingers as I slid my hand down to her pussy again. I climbed atop her and slid my dick into her, feeling the warm tight pressure surround me. I angled myself so I could press my hands on her chest, using my weight to press deep. I thrusted with the compressions, making one full stroke for each squeeze of her heart.

We’d gone through four more sets of compressions when I knew I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I kept thrusting and reached for the AED, shocking her while I was still inside. I felt her body tense with the current, her chest bucked and her pussy contracted hard. The pressure was too much for me and I came deep inside of her just as the monitor registered a normal rhythm again.

I panted hard and laid down on her, resting my head between her breasts. “That’s good sweetie. So good. Let’s get you cleaned up now.”

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Blonde girl shows off her delicious tits✨🦋

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Morning resus community ✨

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Here’s another!!

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Whoopsie!!

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Anyone know her?

can anyone tell me cast name in this video or studio name or production name, I am finding complete version of it?

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From: Shelley (2016, Cosmina Stratan)

I recommend to not watch this movie because there is only 1 CPR scene on woman and full of nudity.

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🎀Time to make this account active again??🎀

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What content does everyone want to see???