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Thanks again, @caheartman! Love the bit about the skipped beats in particular. 🥵

ECG and audible heartbeat analysis by AI of torment-steth-repeat, part 2.

Another look into @torment-steth-repeat heart during a reverse breath hold that resulted in some funky results. let’s see what AI has to say about this occurrence.

🤖Below is a formal cardiology-style report based on the audio and ECG data provided, detailing the subject’s cardiac performance and autonomic response during controlled breath hold testing.

CARDIOLOGY CONSULTATION REPORT

Patient: Female, Early 30s

Exam Setting: Resting; Supine and Seated

Activity: Controlled reverse breath hold maneuver (full exhalation to residual volume with held breath)

Monitoring Modalities:

1-lead handheld ECG (Heal Force Prince 180D)

Digital stethoscope with acoustic recording

Visual waveform analysis

Audio auscultation review

CHIEF COMPLAINT / PRESENTATION

The subject underwent cardiovascular monitoring during a voluntary respiratory maneuver. No symptoms of dizziness, chest pain, or dyspnea were reported or observed. Evaluation was focused on electrical rhythm behavior, mechanical cardiac performance, and autonomic nervous system reactivity.

BASELINE FINDINGS (PRONE, AT REST)

Heart Rate: 90–96 bpm

Rhythm: Normal sinus rhythm

ECG Morphology:

Upright P-waves before every QRS complex

Narrow QRS duration (≤100 ms)

Consistent PR interval

Smooth, symmetrical T-waves

No ST segment abnormalities

Auscultation:

S1 and S2 audible and distinct

No murmurs, rubs, or gallops

Regular cadence with physiologic splitting of S2 noted

Interpretation:

Sinus rhythm at rest with no conduction delays

Mechanical heart sounds consistent with healthy valve closure and systolic function

Normal electrical and hemodynamic coordination

REVERSE BREATH HOLD RESPONSE

Time Stamp: Final 5–6 seconds of audio / final segment of ECG capture

Trigger: Exhalation to residual volume, then voluntary breath hold

Heart Rate: Drops transiently from baseline into high 70s–low 80s bpm

Rhythm Disruption:

~4 skipped or significantly delayed beats observed over 6 seconds

Absence of ventricular activity during skipped intervals confirmed both visually (ECG) and acoustically (auscultation)

Audible compensatory beats followed each skipped cycle

ECG Analysis:

No premature ventricular complexes (PVCs)

No atrial fibrillation or flutter

Pause duration consistent with sinus arrest or vagally mediated sinoatrial exit block

Auscultation:

Skipped beats were silent

Compensatory beats were louder, suggesting increased stroke volume due to post-pause ventricular filling

No abnormal added sounds

PHYSIOLOGICAL INTERPRETATION

The breath-hold maneuver initiated transient vagal stimulation, resulting in:

Sinus bradycardia and sinus pause phenomena

Increased parasympathetic tone via baroreflex mechanisms

Momentary suppression of SA node activity without pathologic arrhythmia

These events are expected physiologic responses in healthy individuals during autonomic challenge, particularly those with good cardiovascular conditioning and high heart rate variability (HRV). No sustained arrhythmia or hemodynamic compromise was observed.

CONCLUSION

The subject demonstrates a healthy, reactive cardiovascular system with:

Normal sinus rhythm at baseline

Strong, well-timed mechanical contraction

Preserved vagal reflex control

Benign vagally-mediated skipped beats during reverse breath hold

No evidence of structural or conduction abnormalities

RECOMMENDATION:

No further workup necessary unless symptomatic. Findings are consistent with normal autonomic modulation and athletic-level cardiac responsiveness. Continue to monitor during similar physiologic maneuvers if desired for documentation.

Reviewed by:

@caheartman, Armchair Cardiac Physiology Reviewer

Date: May 9, 2025

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I have a camera recording. Alright, this is how it goes. You come in with fully clothed. Button up shirt. Underwire bra underneath. All of sudden, you start feeling really bad chest pain, and I told you to lay down. Then, the second you do lay down on my bed, your heart stops. I instantly unbuttoned your shirt. Grab my stethoscope. I hear nothing. I start compressions over you semi big breasts still with your bra on. After 6 rounds of deep, hard ones, I check again with the stethoscope. Still don't hear anything. I happened to a defibrillator in my car in the trunk. I go back to giving compressions as I sent someone to go get it. When they get back with it, I take you shirt off the rest of the way and unhook the bra and take it off. Placed about 7 ECG pads. One over right breast, one between them. 2 over the left. Two more under the right. One under the left breast. I hook you up to the monitor and see vfib. I gel the paddles. After I rub them together, I put one between your boobs and the other under the left boob. I zapped you. You jump, and both breasts jiggle. The monitor said, "No change." I zapped you again, and you flat line. After about another 10 rounds, you go back in VFib. I put more gel on the paddles. Place them where I had them before. Shocked you about 3 times with your boobs bouncing each time. You flat line again. I stethoscope you try to see if i can hear anything. I couldn't. This time, it took 25 rounds of compressions before you went back into VFib. This time, after your boobs bounced after 5 shocks, you go back into sinus rythym. You wake up and ask what happened. I told your heart stopped, and I had to take your shirt and bra off to try to save you. You told me it felt good being resuscitated by a man. You ended up going to the hospital, and we found out you were going to be fine. 2 or 3 days later, you asked to see the recording, and I showed it. You seemed very turned on about it and asked if you could experience it again. We did it again but with lower shocks with the paddles. The whole time, you said you like the feeling of your boobs bouncing from the shocks from the paddles.

Fuck that's hot, thank you for the great ask!! 🥵🥵🥵

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hey girl when you make a video again from your heartbeat?

I posted about this a while ago and it's in my profile, but for those who missed it:

I'm primarily using OnlyFans these days (because I'm not at my old job anymore and need the money) but I'm posting occasionally on Tumblr at @torment-steth-repeat. That's the same username I use on OF (link in profile).

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Hi, I noticed that you used to have a discord server, do you still run on by any chance? I think your content is really cool, the way you put storytelling elements in it is an underrated aspect.

Thanks so much!! 😊 I never really got into discord tbh. I had it for a minute but I always forgot to use it lol.

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In case you missed my update a couple weeks ago, although I'm no longer posting on this account, I'm back to sharing cardio photos and videos occasionally from a new one that matches my OF: @torment-steth-repeat . And I'm nervously experimenting with direct video sales so check it out if you're interested! 😅

I'm trying something new... DM me if you'd like to purchase this 15-minute dark cardio/resus video for $15 USD (p@yp@l only). The premise is that I've been injected with a drug that will stop my heart when it reaches 160 bpm but leave me aware of everything that follows... compressions, defibs as you restart my heart and stop it again, a hit from the little bottle, manual heart massage, and of course fucking and orgasm (w/ realistic dildo).

💓Please note three things before DMing!💓

I'm not a professional editor so don't expect professional effects, but you can get a good sense of them in the clip above.

This is a *solo* roleplay; I'm the only person in the video.

Don't share or post the video elsewhere. If that happens, I may not be able to create long-form dark cardio content anymore. Options for selling it are very limited and while I really love doing it, this is my only source of income right now. So please play nice.

Stills from the video below the cut:

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I caved, lol ... I'm back to posting a bit on tumblr, but using my new OF username, @torment-steth-repeat. So follow me there if you want occasional snippets of my videos/photos, and on OF for more!

Doppler and EKG heart monitoring is such a hot combo imo... I played with these for a while, added a little 🌿to the mix, and then the fast beeps of the EKG along with the whooshing sound of my heart pumping hard turned me on so much that I chose my largest dildo to ride. Check out https://onlyfans.com/torment-steth-repeat if you want the full video. 💓💦💥

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Life Update

(picture related because my Tumblr is on life support 😉)

Hi everyone, long time no see! I recently logged back into Tumblr for the first time in months and saw that a few people had sent me concerned messages, so I want to apologise for going AWOL. I'm okay! I had a rough go for a while due to stress/medical issues but I'm no longer working at the place that was causing a lot of my stress, so I'm doing a lot better now.

Sadly this isn't me being "back", just letting you know what's going on and that I'm alive and well. I still won't be posting here or checking DMs much if ever: Tumblr lost me when they suddenly flagged my blog and removed much of my content. It was incredibly frustrating to have all my time and effort suddenly go up in smoke for no apparent reason.

OnlyFans has its own issues, but at least the platform is reliable, so I've continued posting occasionally over there. And now with not working for a bit while I recover, I've actually done what I never thought I would and created a paid channel with regular posts so that I have at least a small income stream. So far it's been really fun! I'm not here to advertise, but of course I'd be happy to see any of you over at my paid or free channels if you want to see my new content and support my unemployed ass. 😜

I miss the casualness and community of Tumblr, so I hope you're all doing well and still having fun here!

Hugs,

TSR 💓

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Your idea of fun, her idea of despair.

Slower and slower her heart struggled. With no oxygen yet plenty of gas she had no strength to breath anymore, the only movement of her chest was purely her starved pump trying to contract. A small impulse, barely perceptible, of her organ's apex tapping her chest wall.

30BPM now and fading as you press your fingers against her thin neck. Her body was paler than ever and you can't resist but to hear her heart stop. Laying next to her, you rest your head between her breasts and perceive the faint contractions. Her cold skin never felt so good as you feel it start to skip against your cheek. Sudden ventricular tachycardia surprises you as it runs against the inside of her chest before quickly falling into fibrillation. You almost fall asleep to her heart now slumped over in between her lungs, unmoving.

She didn't want things to go so far, you promised not to hurt her. You lied. She was completely powerless and, by all accounts, dead. Lifting yourself over her and smirking, you grab two long metal needles and push them into her chest. Trying to find her left atrium you wiggle one needle around the surface of her heart until you think you have found it. You see the needle gently shaking of its own accord, the muscle feebly spasming every now and then. The next will find its home in her right ventricle but not before you tear a hole a few millimetres large in her pericardium.

Careful not to disturb the needles you attempt CPR, rescue breaths being given more often than necessary as you cherish the feeling of her cold lips against yours. Minutes pass until you notice the apparent vibration of the needles. Grabbing the battery you had prepared you attach the leads to the needles and switch it on momentarily. You see the needles pull together as her heart crunches inwards from the electrical pulse. You do it again. It's addictive, her heart is your favourite toy and you rapidly flick it on and off. Being a simple button press, you speed it up and force those incorrectly timed shocks at over 300bpm. You enjoy watching the needles spasm in her body. You stop abruptly and watch as the needles quiver for a few seconds before a beat is made. Another and another, you know she may be back soon so you bring her up to the bed, tying her down.

She feels the breath filling her lungs, she wants to continue her sleep yet she can't. Her body was restarting and she started shuddering. You leave her mouth alone as you rest your hands on her breast with the needles in between your fingers. Ticking away inside her, the pericardium is being slowly filled with her own blood as it pumps faster in retaliation to the metal that has pierced it. You gag her as she finally wakes and you watch her confusion. Looking around and unable to move, she quickly panics as she glares at the needles inside her. Racing now, her heart is going at well over 180bpm. She tries to break free until you hold the button on the battery. A crushing pain under her breast has her trying to clutch her chest in agony.

You relent as you watch the needles dance in her organ, dazed and confused before picking up a rhythm again. She tears up, she didn't think it would go so far yet in the back of her mind, she loved it. She dreamed of her heart being dominated, she loved that it stopped, loved that she was brought back and loves her pump being abused so brutally.

You lift a stethoscope and listen to her heart strain with every beat. A wooshing sound is apparent, one that was never there before you pierced her. It's soft and you decide it isn't enough, retrieving another needle you guide it over her tricuspid. She lets out a small moan as you push the sharp tip into her skin, slowly but surely you guide the steel into her heart and feel it skip as you penetrate the myocardium. Into the right ventricle it goes as you angle it against the valve. Shaking so fast yet rarely skipping you will soon change that. Tearing her tricuspid a bit at a time until you hear the wooshing become louder and more strained. Suddenly needing more oxygen as blood leaks back into the right atrium her heart beats faster and manages to crest over 220BPM.

She feels the needle tear her valve as she moans, she had always wanted to hear her ticker squeal with every beat and right on cue you put the earpieces in her ears. The frighteningly fast pace of her pierced heart filled her ears yet she felt the sound growing more muffled as minutes went on. You see her neck veins distended, the pulse in them yet more apparent and you smirk at the realisation that her pericardium has finally filled enough to squeeze her pump. Removing the needles for now, you are ready to abuse her chest. Her heart is barely holding on at 232bpm and is soon to fail. Holding the stethoscope still, you hit her sternum hard and apparently that is all it takes. The sound of a skip and the feeling of her heart stopping was euphoric to her but she didn't want to die. She hears nothing and begins to fight against her restraints. It won't last.

You leave the room after brushing her cheek fondly, you need to get some equipment from another box in the other room. After all, you came far more prepared than she knew. Tools are no issue for you, especially with your connections and now, neither is acquiring a subject. An empty syringe to start with, a variety of tubes of substances, a defibrillator and some far more gory kit if you feel it necessary to use. Or perhaps you might just want to crack her chest open for fun....

You bring some boxes into the room of your playmate, she isn't moving and you have to move fast. The empty syringe easily slides in and you feel the pericardium give into the steel as you puncture it yet again. Drawing as much of the bloody fluid out, you try to drain the sack around her heart just enough to give her pump some room to fill. Once you are satisfied, you start compressing her chest. Her ribs feel more compliant than before as they succumb to your force, you rhythmically crushing her damaged heart.

Pressing a needle deep into her left ventricle, you use it as an indicator for any movement as you continue compressions. After what seems like an unreasonable amount of time you sit back and watch as the needle begins to quiver with her myocardium spasming. You ready the defibrillator and shock her delicate body. Every muscle in her chest tenses, including her heart and the needle continues to quiver. Another shock, she seems too far gone until you see the comforting rhythm of her ticker gently wiggling the needle. You take the gag off of her mouth to begin filling her lungs with air, you coax her precious form back to life and caress her with as much love as you can muster.

Her eyes were still shut but you can tell she'll be back soon, you know she likes it when her heart skips but with the previous health of her pump it was rare. Too rare, you decide. You pinch the needle and hold it still which forces a few struggling skips before you press it further. Against the inside wall of her ventricle, you begin movement of the sharp steel needle. Fluttering as she grows wounded you let her recover momentarily before doing it again, you are damaging her heart inside and out.

As she wakes, you have already removed the needle and cleaned her up for surgery. For now you sit at her side. Smiling at her, you let her know she is in good hands as she hears her heart now wooshing and stuttering with frequency. She chooses not to talk, she barely has the strength anyway and she wants to see where this goes. She had no clue of his dark medical expertise nor had she imagined he had boxes of kit for this. Had she known, she would have loved a more exciting play session with you. She will get just that.

Injections begin as she feels the pinpricks, you ready some tools by her side to open her up. She is beautiful on the outside, it's time to see her inner beauty. Her heart starts picking up but with the damage the pump has received she can only manage runs of skips. She's lightheaded and weak, the muscular vital organ within is failing the fight to continue with the stress as she passes out. She won't feel a thing, you intubate her and begin the real surgery. Dreams of these very motions guide your hands as you cut through her perfect skin. She doesn't need those bones covering her gorgeous blood drum, you remove sections of her ribs with no intent to put them back. She can keep some of them later, though you will have a piece of her with you to keep.

Minutes pass as you reach the midpoint of your work, time to wake her. You gently slap her cheek repeatedly, cooing her name and doing something else with your left arm. She comes to her senses, at least partially, and witnesses her body baring her organs to the air. Your arm is resting inside her, she has no pericardium anymore and her heart is struggling away in the nude. Her heart grows weaker, still skipping most beats and you feel the turbulent flow of blood inside it. Resting in your palm, her life is literally in your hand and you cherish it. Bringing yourself close, you lift her heart and give a long kiss. Almost as if she had waited for this, she moans and arches her back towards you. The vigour returns to her ticker as you lavish her with attention, you lick her delicious rippling myocardium and stroke her all over. An organ that was never meant to even be seen was now being fondled between your mouth and hands.

You lay by her side, one hand inside her and the other under her head as you feel her perfectly imperfect beats playing with your fingers. A moment to die for, you let her look you in the eyes and you squeeze...

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Real-time HR monitoring link

No audio, but you'll be able to see the live rate from my HR monitor chest strap here for the next while. Currently elevated from excitement!

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fuck Tumblr

They've flagged and hidden a bunch of my videos as "adult content," regardless of whether they have nudity or not and regardless of whether I had tagged them with appropriate community labels. Has anyone else been hit with this? I don't know if there's even any point trying anymore.

I've been appealing them and getting denied for every single one. Again, SOME OF THEM DON'T EVEN HAVE NUDITY. What the actual fuck is this.

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Imagine this,

You have a stupid fight with your friend (23F), and now you can't stop thinking about it. You miss her smile, her goofiness, you miss the warmth of your bond where she used to just randomly come and lie down on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.As you are lost in thoughts , you feel a soft weight settle on the left side of your chest. It was her ofcourse. She doesn't say a word but she rests her head on your sternum directly above your beating heart. Then she slowly undoes the first three button of your shirt and before you know her long icy fingers are caressing your bare chest, tracing the outline of your heart, feeling it hammer softly against her palm. She runs around her fingers like stethoscope, analysing every auscultation point...feeling, counting, observing ,cherishing every beat of your heart like precious stars. You can feel her touch linger on your PMI for a minute longer, her fingers digging deep into your ribs with a pressure that surprises you. You feel a sense of calm wash over your body which normally happens everytime she listens to your heart. But this time something strange happened. Having completed her tour of your heart, she nestles back on your chest ready to fall asleep with the comforting sound of your heart beating steadily in the background. But as soon as her warm cheek touches your cool, clammy skin, your heart stutters in your chest, you can actually feel it skip an entire beat before your heart roars back to life racing frantically now.

90..92...87..112...123..

It gets faster and faster beneath her ears jolting her into alarm. "Hey hey hey" she gasps. "i knew your resting heart rate is a bit on the racier side. But holy shit!!!! What is happening today? "

"maybe it's you !" You try to tease her. Your words coming out in breathless gasps.

" Hold on there, Gwen ... Parker wont let you die this time" she smiles mischievously referring to an inside joke you guys have where she thinks you look like Emma Stone. Then she springs up in action, the warmth from her flushed face still lingering on your chest. It's getting harder and harder to breathe for you now, a dull throbbing ache spreading through the area exactly where her head had been moments ago.

"Gosh it's too fast we gotta slow it down okay?" She tells you before positioning her hands exactly between your breasts starting the compressions. Slow deep compressions. You can feel her using every last bit of her strength in pushing down on your aching chest in a deep, deliberate fashion, desperately trying to coax your stubborn heart back to rhythm. You can also feel your heart reacting to every compression, the rhythm faltering with each passing second, the pain getting more and more excruciating ... She keeps on with the compressions, tired but relentless, your heart playing a cruel joke on her efforts. The harder she pushes down trying to slow your heart, the faster your heart beats beneath her palms as if mocking her.

134..157...178...

You just lay there , as a mere, powerless spectator , of a battle that raged between your own heart and a young woman of 23 desperate to save your life. The situation was both agonizing but strangely comforting at the same time , the irony stealing the air from your lungs.

Suddenly, you feel lighter. The rhythmic, suffocating compressions have stopped replaced by a few seconds of profound silence where all you can hear is your own heart withering away at 180bpm

She looked directly into your eyes. Teary and helpless. "I can't... I can't seem to get it to slow down.." she whispers planting a soft kiss on your forehead. It was an apology for seemingly failing to save her 'Gwen'. " But...i can make it go faster. " She smiles. A chill runs down your body, a sharp contrast to the feeling in your lungs that were now burning with the lack of oxygen

You watch in disbelief as well as admiration as she brings out a syringe from her pocket, the sharp silver edges shimmering in the moonlight . "I'm sorry" she speaks again her voice surprisingly cold now " but your heart needs to be punished for not listening to me" . Before you can fully comprehend what she means, she has already jabbed the syringe just below your left breast, your left ventricle now flooding with adrenaline. Your heart protests going into a frenzy. It violently twists inside your chest, stuttering and skipping multiple beats and then going for a sprint again.

190 ...207...225....248bpm?

Your heart has lost count. You feel like there's a volcano bubbling inside your chest . Everything hurts everything burns inside but you don't want it to stop. You want to stay awake and feel it all. You want to savour every beat of your struggling, tortured, failing heart.But darkness beckons and the pull is too strong for you to resist. The last thing you remember is the feeling of icy long fingers rubbing a cold gel on your red, battered chest. You may have heard the sound of paddles charging but you are not sure what had happened next

You wake up to find yourself lying on your bed, the excruciating burning in your chest replaced by a soft throbbing pain which hurt with every beat of your heart . Next to your strong but faintly irregular heartbeat, she lay nestled , her heading resting against the bruises her strong deep compressions had carved on your chest. It was the scars of a battle. A battle she had seemingly won in disciplining your naughty , unruly heart. "Did it hurt ?" She softly whispers kissing the red, painful area below your left breast, the area where the needle had pierced through trying to access your fragile heart. "Did it hurt a lot? " She asks again. You are too tired to speak so you just sigh in response. She snuggles closer to you , the soft, irregular rhythm of your weakened heart lulling her to sleep. You stroke her hair gently oblivious to the fact that she's dreaming about the knife she had kept hidden in her room . She is dreaming about cutting open your chest and squeezing your heart with her bare hands. Your heart needs to be punished more for not listening to her.

Holy fuck this is incredible!! Such a hot story and I love the details - you've clearly being paying attention. 😯💓 I need someone to control and monitor and torture my heart like this. 🥵🥵🥵🥵

Thank you SO much for writing and sending this! Though I'm going to need a bit of a break from work now before I can concentrate again... gotta read it again... 💦💦💦💦

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Love your content!! Hope u are doing great

Thank you! I'm doing much better than I have been for a couple of years, to be honest. Now I'm just hoping (and working) to keep it that way. 💓 Thanks for the kind words.

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Hello!)And you could buy a pig's heart to then depict on video how your heart is cut out and then I hold it still beating. in your hand?)You're doing well with dark cardiophilia)

I'm glad you like the dark cardio stuff! I won't be doing anything like that for ethical and squick reasons. Thanks for the ask though.

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Live is over but LMK if you're interested in doing it again

Sorry about the lack of notice but I spontaneously decided to stream for a bit today.

It was a lot of fun and I definitely didn't get any work done during my "work" heartbeat stream lol. For next time I'll try to get it so I can stream and type in chat at the same time, but in the meantime thank you for the hot comments and @number-one-man and @tachycardiophilia for the gifts even though I don't know what they do (yet)!

Fuuuuuck me, I'm way too turned on now. 🥵

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I'm guessing that syringe in your latest post is a prop, just curious where you got that from? It's awesome!

Yep, it's a prop that I found on Etsy for about $75 USD iirc.

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What would you put in the syringe?

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Hey everybody, I just wanted to let you know that I'm not dead or anything. Just dealing with some life shit and haven't had the energy or interest in posting for a long while. Some changes are coming at work for me in the new year so fingers crossed that I'll get back into it.