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Elizabeth Part One

Elizabeth was sleeping alone in her king sized bed tossing and turning. Her covers had been kicked off during her night of fitful sleep. Her sheets were darkened by the dampness from her sweat. She often overheated at night, so she only slept in panties. Her eyes rolled around behind lids screwed shut in dreaming. Her ample frame laying currently on her left side.

Elizabeth was 5 foot 5 inches tall and 185 pounds and only 23 years old. Her smooth and youthful skin was milky white. On this occasion, her skin between her ample breasts, chest and neck was reddish pink. Her face was flushed and sweaty looking quite feverish. She was tossing and turning most of the night, limbs jerking and head lolling and twisting back and forth. She was in the midst of another lucid dream, a night terror. She had them constantly. Her anxious mind overwhelming her sleeping body. Some nights she could wake herself with her lungs gasping and her heart painfully pounding in her chest. Other nights, she would be paralyzed by fear and unable to wake, just roll and thrash. This was one of those nights.

Elizabeth dreamed that she had been taken captive. She was brought into dark dungeon-like room with no windows by black clad figures. She was placed on an angled table where her torso was strapped to the table with a leather strap and buckle. Her arms at wrists and elbows and her legs at ankles and thighs were strapped and buckled too. She felt the presence of several individuals but could not see them. A bright examination light shined in her face and on her body. It cast a bright white glow over her naked body. Her heart was racing. She could feel her pulse in her throat. Her lungs burned as she gasped for air. Her heaving chest bouncing her breasts up and down with every inhalation.

Another dark clad figure appeared with a stethoscope. He placed it on Elizabeth's heaving chest. The room filled with the sound of her terrified heartbeat. 100 beats per minute. Heart thumping, valves clapping and thudding. Each beat scared her. She knew this dream. She screamed. Veins bulging in her neck and chest. No sound except the beating of her heart. She screamed again and still nothing but the sound of her heart and the gasping of her lungs. She hated these dreams. They always led to the same thing, either suffocation or a heart attack or both. Two things she feared more than anything.

The black clad leader approached her and checked her carotid pulse. She tried to move away but realized she couldn't. Her head was turned to the side so he straightened it and placed a rolled up towel under her neck. This resulted in her bounding pulses to be easily viewed and her giant jugular veins to distend more greatly under the stress. All she could hear was the beating of her heart and her breathing. She could barely feel anything.

He placed ecg pads on her chest and connected her to a monitor. Her cardiac activity showed on the screen and a series of tall waveforms very close together. Her heart was beating at 130 beats per minute. Next he swabbed her chest completely with alcohol and placed defibrillator pads over her right breast and below her left on the side of her chest. Her lungs were gasping. He placed a hand on the center of her chest feeling the rhythm. The ecg read 141.

Disappearing momentarily, he returns to her left side. Feeling her pulse again, he reaches into the cart that he brought back with him and pulls out two plastic wrapped needles. She can feel her heart pounding on the verge of skipping. He unwrapped the first 8 inch long needle and palpates the right side of her sternum. He counted the sections between the ribs and when he found the 4th space he inserted the needle smartly into her chest and advanced it slowly until he felt the structure he wanted to feel. The tip of the needle resting inside her pericardium. The exposed end of the needle waved rhythmically as the tip pressed against living heart muscle. Elizabeth felt nothing. With her head in the same position he placed it in, she couldn't see what be was doing. Unwrapping the second needle, he moved directly across from the other needle to the fourth space between the ribs on her left sternal side. He inserted the needle smartly into that space too. He advanced this one deeper into her chest cavity and once he felt the point insert itself with a little pop, he knew the placement was perfect. This needle was firmly pressed into Elizabeth's pericardial apex.

He watched in fascination as Elizabeth's heart skipped and thumped at the intrusion then rhythmically settled down. He watched both needles vibrate equally hard. He placed his finger near one at it vibrated and it wavered into his finger and tapped against it. Every contraction of her heart muscle moved the needles. He touched the needle sticking out near her apex and her heart violently reacted skipping beats, throwing pvcs and arching Elizabeth's back. Next he touched the opposite needle and Elizabeth's heart actually stopped beating for 7 seconds then quivered back to life. Her chest heaved as if catching her breath. He watched her neck veins distend and settle back.

Back in the real world, Elizabeth was sweating. She was paralyzed lying on her back. Her chest was heaving and her heart was pounding clearly behind her ribcage. She was terrified but could do nothing about it. She would gasp and cough then steady herself. She couldn't wake up. No matter what. She knew she had to wake up. Adrenalin flooded her veins. Her chest heaved as her heart bashed against her ribcage. Her carotid arteries bounding in her neck and her jugular veins painfully distending. Her blood pressure audible in her ears. Her lungs heaving as if she was running a marathon. She couldn't break free of the dream.

The black clad leader returned. She felt him check her pulse. She knew it must have felt like a hammer against his fingers. She couldn't move or cry out. Her heart pounding so hard and loud. She couldn't see anything. He ran his fingers over her bulging neck veins. Her breathing harsh and raspy. He flicked the apex needle sending her racing heart into an agonizing arrhythmia for 10 long seconds. The ecg showed her rhythm loss as harsh fibrillation but it quickly corrected itself. He flicked the left needle and her heart stopped, felt like it was folding in on itself and thrusted hard five times before catching up again. The ecg showed ectopic beats and a two second flatline.

Elizabeth was in a panic. Now she could feel the needles, where they were embedded and each beat of her heart against them. Her racing heart and the needles insulting it were taking their toll. Her breathing became more labored and agonal. She felt she was dying.

The leader watched the needle vibration carefully and grabbed the apex needle quickly and attached a small wire to it. Her heart freaked out momentarily. He did the same to the other needle and that caused her heart to stop dead for seven full seconds and finally explode back to life. He placed a screen in front of Elizabeth's face. A camera was focused on her stricken chest. She could see the ecg leads the needles vibrating violently and the defib pads on her body. Her ample breasts heaving with effort for every breath taken. He placed he hand in the center of her chest and felt her beats. He then felt her pulse and veins. She was freaking out inside her head. She could not wake up. She knew she was about to die.

In reality, Elizabeth was gasping for breath. Her heart was slamming her chest 168 times per minute. She lay staring at the ceiling screaming inside and unable to move. Her heart beating so hard her breasts jiggled. She was still on her back.

The leader connected the wires to a small box. It had one button on it. He turned it over and plugged in a cord then plugged it into a wall socket. A button with a red light was on the top of the box. The light was off. He placed the box in view of Elizabeth's camera. She could see the wires from her chest went to box. She began to cough and sputter. He checked her pulse and then placed his finger on the button. She screamed at him not to, but no words came out.

He pressed the button quickly, like a tap. Pop! Electricity shot across Elizabeth's heart. The needles went rigid and vibrated violently as her heart absorbed the shock. She coughed and gasped. Her whole chest shook as the current raced from right to left across her most vital organ. It left her gasping and heaving for breath as he checked her pulse at carotid and placed a steth on her mitral. Her heart was struggling to maintain rhythm confused as to why it was being shocked for no reason. He pressed the button again but held it down for a full two seconds. The needles stood rigid and vibrated wildly for a full eleven seconds, her chest muscles and back went rigid and her heart then flopped hard at least twice and resumed the rhythmic dance of her natural heartbeat. Ecg showed irregular tracings for several minutes after the last insult. He placed his hand between her breasts and felt the pumping and the struggle.

In the real world, Elizabeth's body jumped off the bed as if it was really feeling the shock. She flopped and gasped. Her heart visibly struggling between her 4th and 5th ribs on her left side. The dream world was seriously impacting her reality.

He made an adjustment on the bottom of the box. Elizabeth streamed tears as his finger aimed for the button again. Her ecg began to show her heartrate at 176 with bigeminal and pvc runs beginning. He pressed the button and this time held it. Both needles began to violently shake. The ecg machine screamed cardiac arrest but showed the high peaks and valleys of 250 beats a minute on the screen. Elizabeth's body tensed from her heart and chest wall to her arms retracting and fingers curling. Her legs and feet stiffening and curling as well. The violent shaking causing foaming at the mouth and respiratory paralysis.

In reality, Elizabeth's back arched her legs and feet curl up, she stopped breathing and began to violently shake as though she was having a grand mal seizure.

He released the button and Elizabeth's chest dropped and her body relaxed. The needles are frozen. Not moving. The ecg shows flatline then the needles violently waver then stillness. Then wavering and finally quivering. The leader balls his fist and slams her sternum squarely. The needles begin to rapidly vibrate and move into rhythm. Satisfied at this reaction. He placed an oxygen mask over her mouth and face.

Elizabeth felt her body relax and her heart stop. She felt the punch to her chest and felt her heart begin to beat again. Tears streamed from the corner of her eyes as she wondered what could possibly happen next. In her paralyzed state, her terror made her heart pound harder. 190 beats per minute. A deep ache began In the center of her chest. Her lower back began to ache and the pain began to wrap around to her midsection. Her breathing started coming in rasps. Her left arm began to feel numb. Her heartbeat was already very visible in her belly and was now pumping so hard her entire chest and breasts shook. She knew what was happening. Her eyes screwed shut as waves of pain hit and her breathing grew shallow and labored. She couldn't move, speak or even cry out. A crushing pain enveloped her chest. Her lungs felt like lead. She couldn't catch her breath. Tears were running down her face.

The leader watched the needles begin to quiver uncontrollably. Her heart was throwing pvcs and runs of ectopic beats. The ecg was showing a complicated pattern of normal, bigeminal and arrhythmic beats. She was becoming unstable. He felt one or two more 'sessions' would send her over the edge. He didn't have to press the button again. Elizabeth's heart erupted into quivering, vibrating and flopping in her chest. The needles moving violently and erratically. He pressed the button as quickly as he could as if to defibrillate her. The shock shot across her erratic heart and only caused her chest to jump and her arms to bounce. The needles now remained still.

In reality, Elizabeth's heart was racing and skipping. Her pulses visible in her neck, chest and wrists. Her veins continued to bulge painfully. The pressure she felt in her chest doubled and she felt as if her heart were being torn out. She coughed, sputtered and gagged. She arched her back as her lungs tried to suck in air and froze in mid-inhalation. After a flurry of insanely wild fluttering and beats, Elizabeth released the last air she had in her lungs and succumbed to a full cardiac arrest.

The leader looked at Elizabeth's dying form. He smirked at how quickly he was able to stop her heart this time. After years of actually trying to kill her, he had finally succeeded. Listening to her bare chest with his stethoscope and watching the needles intently, he was satisfied that she was dead. He flicked each needle and was rewarded with no response. Placing the control down, he activated the defibrillator. As it charged, he removed the needles from Elizabeth's chest. He moved to her head and took up an ET tube kit and intubated her. Under his table he pulled out a ventilator tube and connected it to the ET tube. Once her lungs were being supported, he began to compress her ample chests harshly. Crushing her sternum with force and deliberation. Shoulders bouncing, breasts jiggling and stomach distending. He paused long enough to inject medications into her IV and restart compressions. Several rounds later she began to fibrillate. Her quivering heart showed up on the ecg. He charged the pads to 200 joules and shocked her. The energy causing her chest to tense and buck. There was no change. He injected more drugs into her IV and began compressions again. Her rhythm became coarse so he charged the pads again. The shock bucked her body and flopped her hands and feet. Red marks on her chest from the compressions began to appear signifying blood movement of some sort. The next round of meds he injected directly into her quivering heart. He upped the joules to 250 and shocked her again. She jumped slightly harder. Her ecg showed a slow, small run of beats then fibrillation again. He pushed another drug directly into her heart and set the joules to 300. Shocking Elizabeth and causing her to buck and her arms and legs to jerk. Her ecg showed an irregular arrhythmia and finally, with a few direct compressions, a strong 70 beats per minute.

In the real world, Elizabeth's body lay on the bed in full cardiac arrest. Each shock given to her in the dream caused her body to jump in real life. The final 300 joule shock caused Her to jump, gasp and scream as her heart started beating wildly in her chest in order to restore oxygen to her system. She lay gasping. Wide awake as her heart and lungs worked feverishly to heal her. She reached for her phone and dialed 911. As she waited for medics to arrive, she felt her pulse. Her rhythm was irregular. She felt the back pain and the difficulty breathing return. She began to cry as she felt her heartbeat begin to fail again. She cried out in pain just as the medics entered the room and began to work on her. Elizabeth had a massive heart attack on her bed as the medic began to resuscitate her.

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vivacious26 · 2 months ago

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Adisson suffering a heart attack and being defibrillated

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vivacious26 · 2 months ago

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Si nena con todo >:)

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vivacious26 · 2 months ago

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Heartbeat stab edit

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vivacious26 · 2 months ago

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Another Request : listening to my heart beat & breathing until I…….. Mmmmmm 🫦😻🩺❤️

This one was fun to film. 🤭

You can send more requests. I just may post them. 😉

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vivacious26 · 2 months ago

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Echoes of Retribution

(Written with the aid of AI)

The night was thick with tension as Julie and Juniper faced each other once again. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow on the deserted rooftop where their destinies had collided before. This time, however, the circumstances were different.

Juniper had been brought back to life through mysterious means after Julie had torn her heart out with bare hands during their last encounter. The air crackled with the remnants of their past animosity, each breath carrying the weight of unfinished business.

As they stood there, the contrast between them was stark. Juniper sported a pink sports bra paired with matching hot pants, her once lifeless eyes now ablaze with a mix of anger, humiliation, desperation, and fear.

Julie, on the other hand, wore a grey sports bra that hinted at the strength beneath, paired with black hot pants that accentuated her lithe figure.

Juniper's heart hammered within her chest, not only from the intensity of the imminent battle but also from the memories of her own demise. She could feel the rhythmic pulsing beneath her tender breasts, a constant reminder of the organ that had been violently ripped from her by the very person before her.

Julie, sensing Juniper's tumultuous state, smirked knowingly. She took slow, deliberate steps, closing the distance between them. Her eyes never wavered from Juniper's, but there was an unmistakable focus on the spot where the new heart now beat beneath her adversary's chest.

The rooftop seemed to shrink as Julie circled Juniper, like a predator savoring the fear of its prey. The moonlight traced the contours of their bodies, casting shadows that danced in tandem with the tension in the air.

"You came back for more, huh?" Julie's voice was laced with a sinister amusement. "Guess you just can't stay away."

Juniper clenched her fists, her gaze burning with a mixture of resentment and determination.

"I'm not here for your games, Julie. I'm here for revenge.."

Julie chuckled, her smirk widening.

"Revenge? You don't even know the half of it, sweetheart." She raised an eyebrow, glancing pointedly at the center of Juniper's bosom. "I see you've been given a new heart. Feeling more alive than ever, I bet."

Juniper, her fury clashing with an undercurrent of fear, stood paralyzed as the embodiment of her nightmares approached with a twisted determination. It indeed was Julie, the one who had violently plunged her hand into the most vulnerable yet important portion of Juniper's body.

Juniper's body trembled involuntarily, bare feet inching backward on the unforgiving surface of the rooftop. Julie's smile widened, a sinister acknowledgment of the fear she instilled in her prey.

In a sudden and deliberate motion, Julie thrust her left hand forward, aiming unerringly for Juniper's chest—right where her heart now beat with a relentless vitality.

“Huck..!”

A gasp escaped Juniper's lips as the haunting déjà vu unfolded. It was a moment mirrored from their harrowing confrontation, a chilling recreation of the instant her heart had been cruelly seized within her breast. But this time, Julie's move was not an act of violence. It was a mockery, a calculated twist to the psychological torment she reveled in.

Julie's fingertips, like phantom echoes of past brutality, landed swiftly but with gently on Juniper's exposed flesh.

They rested at the center of her breast, feeling the rapid rhythm of Juniper's new, healthy heart—a heartbeat that resonated with the resilience that had brought her back from the brink of death.

Juniper, caught in a macabre trance, remained frozen. Her fingers clawed at the air, a visceral response to the phantom touch that echoed the excruciating pain of Julie's past assault. The rooftop bore witness to this cruel dance between predator and prey,

"You see, darling, a woman's heart is not just a mere organ. It's the embodiment of her essence, her dignity, femininity, life, honor, and name. It's the core of who she is, and I took great pleasure in tearing yours out, taking everything from you.." Julie muttered, now pushing her body closer to Juniper’s. Her fingers then slipped underneath Juniper’s sports bra, now directly feeling and pressing onto Juniper’s fleshy, soft pair of breasts.

"Your heart wasn't just pulsating with blood; it carried the weight of your fears, your desires, and every ounce of vulnerability you tried so hard to conceal.. A woman's heart is the seat of her power, and in my hands, I held not just an organ but everything you ever felt and fought for. Hearing you scream in agony gave me a f*cking org*sm. Do you remember how it felt, Juniper?”

As Julie spoke, she couldn't help but notice the accelerated rhythm of Juniper's heart, sensing the subtle changes in its tempo. A sinister smirk played on Julie's lips as she remarked,

"Touched a nerve, didn’t I? It seems like your heart still remembers the feeling of my hand.."

“F*CK OFF!!”

Juniper, fueled by a surge of indignation, swiftly grasped Julie's wrist, determined to sever the psychological grip that had tightened around her. With a forceful motion, she flung Julie's hand off her bosom, the crackling tension escalating into a physical confrontation.

The rooftop became a battleground as Juniper, fueled by a mix of fury and newfound strength, charged towards Julie. The air crackled with the intensity of their collision, marking the beginning of a brutal brawl that echoed the unresolved vendettas between them.

Julie, excitement gleaming in her eyes, eagerly engaged in the clash. The two women became a blur of movement, their bodies entangled in a dance of aggression and retribution.

For at least 30 minutes, the rooftop was a stage for their fierce combat. The air thickened with the sounds of grunts, the impact of blows, and the occasional taunts exchanged between the adversaries.

The heat of the summer night intensified the struggle, rendering Julie and Juniper soaked in sweat. Darkened sports bras clung to their bodies, serving as a visual testament to the physical toll the battle was taking.

After half an hour of ferocious combat, it became painfully evident that Julie had once again gained the upper hand. Juniper, panting in desperation, could feel the weight of impending defeat settling over her like a suffocating shroud.

The haunting fear that Julie would once again plunge her hand into her chest cavity and mercilessly rip out her new heart tormented Juniper's every gasp for air.

Julie, sensing Juniper's vulnerability, reveled in her adversary's suffering. With a predatory glint in her eyes, Julie swiftly tackled Juniper, body-slamming her onto the unforgiving ground.

“Uck!!”

A sharp grunt escaped Juniper as her back collided with the cement floor, the impact reverberating through her entire being. The rooftop, silent witness to their brutal exchange, seemed to amplify the echoes of pain.

Julie, undeterred by Juniper's feeble attempts to resist, asserted her dominance. She straddled Juniper's pelvis, a smirk playing on her lips as she looked down at the fallen form beneath her.

With a deliberate slowness, Julie traced her fingers along Juniper's bare stomach, a chilling path that led to the pounding rhythm of Juniper's bosom. It was a calculated move, designed to intimidate by triggering the traumatic memories of having her heart ripped out.

Juniper, beneath the weight of Julie's touch on her breast, felt the raw vulnerability of her exposed flesh and the haunting echoes of her past torment.

“I’m so excited..” Julie murmured, pressing her fingertips further onto Juniper’s left bosom. “I can already feel your heart racing beneath my fingers..”

“Huff.. Huff.. Huff..” Juniper panted, “Get off of me..!”

Julie's sinister satisfaction hung in the air as she made sure Juniper was completely subdued.

With a cruel smirk, she stroked Juniper's left cheek, relishing in the tremors that coursed through her victim. It was an intimate touch loaded with the cruel knowledge that Julie's next move would be to rip Juniper's heart out once more, straight from its sanctuary within her thoracic cavity.

However, Julie, savoring the moment, didn't want to finish Juniper too quickly. Rising from Juniper's pelvis, she walked deliberately to where her bag lay, bringing it with her as she approached Juniper's fallen form.

Seating herself once again on Juniper's pelvis, Julie knew that Juniper was too powerless to resist. The rooftop, once a symbol of defiance, now bore witness to Juniper's vulnerability.

As Julie opened the bag, the ghastly reminder of their past confrontation revealed itself – Juniper's original heart, torn out during their last encounter.

"I've been eager to show you something, darling," Julie declared, taking the Juniper’s first heart out of the bag.

"This," Julie began, her voice laced with sadistic pleasure, "is your original heart. The very heart that beat inside you for all those years, until the day I ripped it out of your chest."

Julie's words hung in the air, a macabre symphony resonating with the fear Juniper couldn't escape.

"Remember the pain, Juniper?" Julie continued, relishing in the torment she was causing. "The feeling of your life slipping away, the helplessness as I held everything you were in the palm of my hand.. It was such a cherishing moment for me.."

Juniper's eyes widened in a mix of horror and anguish. The vibrant pants of her distress betrayed the resurgence of past trauma, the sight of her old, torn-out heart triggering a visceral reaction.

Julie reveled in the twisted theatrics as she pressed Juniper's previous, torn-out heart firmly against the surface of her chest.

The organ, once an intrinsic part of Juniper's existence, now rested on the very spot it had been violently wrenched from. Julie delighted in the scene, witnessing her prey tremble with a potent mix of fear and resentment.

As the cold, lifeless organ made contact with Juniper's exposed flesh, she felt her heart skip a beat. The texture of her old, ripped-out heart on the middle of her chest sent a shiver down her spine. It was a smooth yet slimy sensation, a chilling reminder of the brutality she had endured.

The heart, once warm with life, now chilled her skin, a stark contrast to the erratic pounding of her new heart—a manifestation of the turmoil within her.

Julie, reveling in the psychological torment she was inflicting, mocked Juniper by lifting the old heart from her chest. She began repetitively massaging the organ, imitating the frantic pounding it had undergone when nestled inside Juniper's chest during their last encounter. With a malicious grin, Julie made the rhythmic sound of a heartbeat, "Lub-dub, lub-dub," each utterance amplifying the cruelty of her taunt.

"Doesn't it bring back memories, Juniper?" Julie sneered, her tone laden with sadistic satisfaction. "The rhythm of your fear, the melody of your agony—so sweet and tender, don't you think?" Julie's actions, coupled with her cruel mimicry, painted a grotesque tableau on the rooftop.

Julie then carelessly tossed Juniper's old, torn-out heart as if it were nothing more than a discarded relic.

Juniper panted, struggling to cope with the emotional weight of the disrespect Julie had shown to a piece of her very essence.

Julie, reveling in her control over Juniper's vulnerability, leaned in. Her body pressed onto Juniper's, creating an oppressive closeness. Lowering her head to the left side of Juniper's bosom, Julie positioned herself to listen to the warm, rhythmic pounding of Juniper's new heart nestled within her chest cavity.

"Your heart is beating fast, Juniper. Just like it did before I plunged my hand inside to extract that." Julie taunted in a sly whisper.

After indulging in the macabre symphony of Juniper's new heartbeat, Julie sat back up. Rising to her bare feet, she gracefully dismounted from Juniper's body, an air of dominance surrounding her every move.

Looking down at the trembling Juniper, Julie's tone was as merciless as ever.

"Get up. Let's finish this," she commanded, fully aware of the terror that her words instilled.

Juniper, gripped by the haunting memories of the past, felt her heart hammering in absolute fear. The prospect of what lay ahead, the agonizing pain of having her heart extracted, loomed over her like a malevolent shadow.

“Huff… Huff…”

Resigned to the inevitable, Juniper succumbed to Julie's will. There was nothing else she could do. Gradually struggling to her bare feet, her smooth legs stumbled and quivered in the process.

As Juniper stood back up, her expression was etched with extreme anxiety and fear. Her lack of strength was evident as she stumbled, each step a testament to the emotional and physical toll exacted by the relentless confrontation.

Julie, reveling in the vulnerability before her, smirked. Her gaze locked onto the center of Juniper's breast, a predatory focus that signaled the imminent strike.

Before Juniper could grasp the imminent horror, Julie's left elbow pulled back, her hand straightening like a blade poised for a lethal strike.

With a swift, predatory motion, Julie thrust her left hand forward, a merciless force aimed straight toward the vulnerable center of Juniper's exposed chest.

Julie's hand shot like a bullet, a predatory precision that defied the laws of reaction. Within half a second, Julie's fingers tore through Juniper's chest cavity, a violent intrusion that breached the delicate boundary of flesh and sternum.

Instantly, Julie's fingers brutally clutched Juniper's new, pounding heart, constricting it with a relentless grip as she felt the texture of the sacred organ beneath her touch.

“AAAAHHHH!!!!”

A guttural scream tore from Juniper's throat, the sound echoing through the rooftop as Julie's hand burrowed into her chest once more. Instinctively, Juniper's arms stretched outward in a desperate attempt to escape the torment, her fingers clawing at the empty air. Julie's fingers impaled Juniper's breast, and her beating heart once again struggled to pump within Julie's tight, vengeful grip.

The rooftop, witness to the continuation of this twisted saga, seemed to reverberate with the agony of their reunion. Julie, an embodiment of relentless vengeance, held Juniper's pulsating heart captive—a cruel echo of the past, resounding in the present.

“Nnggh.. Ugghh…!!!” Juniper panicked, her body writhing in absolute agony as her heart was held tightly in the hand of Julie once again.

Julie reveled in the symphony of Juniper's suffering, her sadistic pleasure evident as she squeezed the atria and ventricles of Juniper's heart with a merciless grip. The rooftop, once a battleground, now bore witness to the cruel continuation of their dark dance.

Juniper, panting and on the verge of collapse, looked down at her own breast. She witnessed her archenemy's wrist pompously rooted deep into her chest cavity, the hand entirely buried inside. Her blood oozed from the gaping hole that Julie had dug, the flow clogged by the invasive intrusion of Julie's wrist.

As Juniper's warm, crimson blood leaked onto the rooftop, she couldn't escape the sight of Julie's hand entirely engulfed within her bosom.

The sensation of her archenemy's wrist buried in the cavity, controlling the rhythm of her heart, intensified Juniper's agony. The very essence of her being seemed to squirm and wriggle within Julie's grasp, tormented by the orchestrator of her pain.

Julie, relishing the scene before her, loved the feeling of Juniper's most important organ in her grip. The pulsating heart, which she had once ripped out before, now squirmed and writhed inside her grasp once more.

Holding Juniper’s throbbing heart meant holding her entirety – her passion, emotions, dignity, honor, and entire life encapsulated within the palm of Julie's hand.

Juniper, trapped in a web of agony and frustration, couldn't shake the reality that she had once again allowed her worst enemy to dig inside her. The anticipation of her most important organ being ripped out from her sacred chest loomed over her, a cruel fate she failed to escape yet again.

Julie, relishing in the perverse power she held over Juniper, began to taunt her victim sadistically.

"How does it feel, Juniper?" she sneered, her voice dripping with mockery. "To have your arch-nemesis holding onto your beating heart, your everything, once more?"

Juniper, caught in the vice grip of agony, squirmed and groaned, unable to withstand the relentless pain inflicted upon her. Yet, due to her legs going rigid, she remained on her two bare feet, every step a testament to the enduring strength she summoned amid the torment, both inside and outside her chest.

Julie, reveling in her domination, continued her torment.

"When I rip this heart out, Juniper," she hissed, her words laced with malicious intent, "I won't just be stripping you of your most vital organ. I'll be taking your dignity, your honor, your emotions, your essence—everything you stand for. Just like what I did in the past, but doubling it."

The moonlight cast an eerie glow on Julie's face, amplifying the sinister nature of her words.

"And do you know what else I'll do, Juniper? I'll do something that will prevent those Researchers from ever making another heart beat inside you."

The threat hung in the air like a dark cloud, a promise of something beyond the immediate physical torment—a menace that reached into the very core of Juniper's existence.

Juniper, gasping for breath and grappling with the torment both spoken and felt, was trapped in a cruel purgatory.

Juniper, trapped in her own torment, despised the clarity with which she heard every taunting word escaping Julie's lips. The cruel awareness that her arch-nemesis held onto her very essence, clutching her beating heart once more, fueled Juniper's hatred. The realization that, once again, she was being stripped of her dignity, only intensified the anguish that coursed through her.

Adding to the cacophony of torment, Juniper loathed the grotesque symphony emanating from within her chest cavity.

The macabre sounds of gurgling and squelching infiltrated her ears, a sickening accompaniment to Julie's pompous manipulation of her beating heart. Each squeeze and massage felt like a violation, a perverse toying with her most vital organ that echoed the depths of her suffering.

Then, without a hint of hesitation, Julie pulled with brutal force, her hand emerging from Juniper's chest cavity in a swift and merciless motion.

"HYA!!"

"AAAGGHH!!!"

Clutched in Julie's hand was Juniper's pumping heart, torn out of her chest once more. The forceful extraction was accompanied by the grotesque sounds of ribs cracking open, protruding from the chest, and veins and arteries tearing off from the still-beating organ.

In the grim aftermath, Juniper, robbed of her most vital organ, was left breathless and soundless. Her chest jerked forward as her heart followed Julie's hand, disconnected from the intricacies of her insides. Ribs protruded from the gaping crater formed in her chest, resembling the petals of a cruelly bloomed flower. The once-hidden intricacies of her chest cavity were now laid bare, a gruesome tableau of visceral violence.

Julie, savoring the moment, found satisfaction in the sight that unfolded before her. Juniper's body remained intact and still beautiful, with only a gaping hole in between her two tender breasts. The absence of her heart created a void between her lungs, a crimson hole where life had once pulsed with each beat.

Before Juniper's lifeless body could collapse, Julie's right hand shot towards the top of Juniper's head, while her left hand maintained a vice-like grip on the ripped-out heart, soaked in the warmth of Juniper's blood. In a swift, brutal motion, Julie pulled with unbridled force, ripping Juniper's head from its stump.

With chilling precision, Julie followed up the gruesome move. She swiftly shoved Juniper's now disconnected head into the bloody, emptied crater within her chest cavity, stump-first. The hollow void that had once cradled a beating heart now cradled the lifeless gaze of Juniper's severed head, a horrifying convergence of the living and the lifeless.

Julie, seemingly devoid of remorse, kicked Juniper's deformed and lifeless body with her bare foot. The sound of impact echoed across the rooftop as Juniper's form landed with a gruesome, bloody thud on the unforgiving ground.

Julie stared at the still-pumping heart in her left hand, the organ pulsating with the last remaining ounces of Juniper's warm, crimson blood. Once the life force that coursed through Juniper's beautiful body, the heart now served as a gruesome reminder of the ruthless victory Julie had achieved.

Turning her attention to the disfigured body at her feet, Julie felt a satisfaction that penetrated to the core. There, in the moonlit darkness, lay Juniper—stripped of life, dignity, and the very essence that had defined her. Julie relished in the fact that she had not only taken everything from Juniper once but had repeated the act, leaving nothing but a grotesque shell in her wake.

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After a long day, the doctor was laying down in bed. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck her heart and she clutched her chest, struggling to breathe…

She grabbed the stethoscope beside her and listened to her heart’s irregular rhythm. Her heart couldn’t bear such a burden..

As she began to lose consciousness, who would bring her back to life? Who would do deep and hard compressions and leaving bruises behind?

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Special Check-Up

Lily was running her last lap.

She was tired as hell, running her 10th lap around the circuit. She was breathing heavily but retained her pace as her sweat rolled down her dark grey sports bra.

Her dark brown hair was tied up into a bun to keep it from interrupting her pace.

Lily slowed down and lightly jogged through the finish line, being very careful not to stop immediately.

Lily had the 5000-meter run score of the team, although they had the same vigorous training each day.

Her rival, Emily, was staring at her as Lily gradually stopped, picking up her water bottle to re-hydrate herself.

Lily sucked some water into her mouth and gargled, noticing that Emily was approaching her. She was still out of breath, so she didn't bother to say anything first.

However, Emily had a strangely hesitant look on her face as she came closer. Lily was curious.

"What's the matter, Emily?" Lily asked, drinking another sip from her bottle. "Did the coach call?"

"No, no," Emily replied, now walking uncomfortably close to Lily. "I just want-"

"What are you doing..?" Lily said, backing up as Emily crept up in front of her. "What do you want?"

"I just.." Emily mumbled, looking down at Lily's breasts. "I know it's a weird thing to ask, but can I listen to your heartbeat?"

"What?" Lily asked, still a little out of breath. "Huff.. Why?"

"I just wanted to listen to how your heart beat," Emily said, suddenly placing the tip of her index finger on the center of Lily's chest. "You always come first, so I just wanted to know if there was anything special about you."

Lily was confused. She did not understand why Emily asked her such a peculiar request. She also could not get why Emily was acting so timid lately.

"Um.." Lily stuttered, taking Emily's finger off of her chest. "I'm really sweaty, though."

"That's goo- I mean, that's fine,"

"Um... Okay..?"

Emily's expression suddenly brightened up and she suddenly took Lily by her left wrist.

Surprised, Lily accidentally dropped her water bottle and awkwardly followed Emily into the stadium.

The two walked into the ladies' locker room and Emily opened hers, taking out a stethoscope from the very inside of the locker.

"Where'd you get that?" Lily asked, still quite confused at what Emily was playing at.

"I got it from the nurse," Emily replied, putting the earpieces into both of her ears. "Can you come a little closer? How about we sit down here?"

The two sat down on one of the benches in front of Emily's locker.

Emily looked anxious but a little eager, as she slipped the diaphragm of the stethoscope beneath Lily's sports bra.

Lily felt a little uncomfortable as she felt the cold metal diaphragm slip into her top and was pushed on her bare breast, but she was still wondering what Emily was up to.

Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub...

Emily sighed in relief, listening to Lily's active heart race inside her chest after a good run.

It was fast-paced, had a very deep and bassy beating, and could be heard very clearly.

Lily stared at Emily's relaxed face in confusion and waited for her to take the diaphragm out.

"Your heart beats so well," Emily stated, still looking at Lily's bosom as she continued to listen to the healthy heart. "It's so fresh.. No wonder you run so well with this heart, Lily."

"Y..Yeah..?" Lily said. "You done?"

"No, I'm not, actually."

"Well, how long are you gonna be listening to my heart?"

"Shut up for a second, will ya?"

Lily was slightly irritated. Emily shuffled a little closer to her and pressed the diaphragm a little more onto Lily's left breast. She wanted to hear every beat and every pump of the active organ.

After a few seconds, Lily grunted and took the diaphragm out of her sports bra.

"What the f*ck are you doing?!" Emily exclaimed, grasping onto Lily's wrist as she stood up to leave. "Sit back down."

"F*ck off, Emily," Lily blurted, snatching her wrist out of Emily's grip. "I don't even know what you're f*cking doing, and you're just wasting my time on some weird sh*t that you're into."

Emily suddenly stood up and wrapped her arms around Lily's waist as she turned around, then flung her whole body back towards the bench they were sitting on.

Lily screamed as she fell back first on the bench, then slid down on her bottom.

"What the hell, Emily?!" she shouted, completely caught off-guard. "What's up with you lately?!"

Emily rushed towards Lily and quickly knelt down. She then slipped the diaphragm onto Lily's left bosom once more and continued to listen.

Lily was getting impatient. She suddenly lashed out at Emily's face and pushed her on the ground.

Emily groaned as she was pushed over, then immediately growled and stood up.

"What on earth are you trying to do?!" Lily shouted as she sensed madness in Emily's expression. "What the f*ck is wrong with you?!"

Emily said nothing.

Suddenly, Emily pulled out a pocket knife out of nowhere and rammed the blade into Lily's stomach.

"HUCK!!" Lily gasped as she felt the cold blade get stabbed right into her belly.

Emily then pushed Lily on to the lockers, causing a loud bang as Lily's back was slammed on to them.

"Shhh.." Emily whispered, snatching out the blade. "Careful, Lily.."

Lily panted and whimpered in pain; her expression showed utter horror as Emily gradually sat her down on the bench. She was bleeding from the stab wound, but Emily didn't seem to care.

"You're losing blood, Lily.." Emily murmured, pointlessly covering the wound with her left palm. "I'll need to be quick then."

Emily pushed Lily off the bench, then let her lie on her back. Lily was stunned at Emily's abrupt assault.

Emily sat on top of Lily's pelvis and smiled. She then rubbed her right palm all across Lily's breasts, wiping the sweat off of her skin.

"That is so sexy.." Emily said, now untying Lily's bun. "You are so beautiful.."

"Huck.. Huff.. Huck..!" Lily struggled to breathe properly due to her injury.

"Now let me just listen a little more, Lily.." Emily murmured, unzipping the zipper on the front part of Lily's grey sports bra.

Emily unveiled Lily's breasts and placed the diaphragm back on the left side of her chest.

Lily continued to gasp and breathed quickly, now slightly trembling due to the cold sensation of losing blood.

Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub...

"Your heart's beating so fast now, Lily.." Emily murmured as she listened to Lily's heart pound in fear. "Lub-dub, lub-dub.."

Emily then took the earpieces out and stared into Lily's struggling expression.

"I needed a little release, Lily," she said, now lying down on top of Lily's body and pressing her ear into Lily's left boob. "I wanted to listen to your heart hammer inside of you while you suffered.."

Lily couldn't do a thing. She needed to concentrate enough on her respiration as her wound gradually bled out.

After indulging herself with Lily's rapid heartbeat through her left breast for a minute or two, Emily got back up and slightly chuckled.

"Also," she murmured, stroking Lily's bosom, then stopping her index finger on top of the center. "I'm going to steal your heart from you.. Mine's getting a little cranky now, since I smoke at least a pack these days."

Lily was still gasping for air, but she clearly heard Emily.

Steal my heart? she thought as she panicked.

Emily suddenly thrusted her knife right under Lily's collarbone. Lily whimpered in surprise, then started screaming in agony as Emily's blade carved down her rib cage, gashing a straight line in the middle of her chest.

"AAAGGHH!!!!" Lily yelled, feeling utter torment as the metal blade roughly chiseled an opening in her chest.

Emily chuckled again as she took out the knife out of Lily's body.

She then slowly slithered her fingers into the opening and her whole hand began to crawl inside of Lily's chest.

"Cuck.....! Huck...!" Lily choked, feeling Emily's cold hand infiltrate her bosom.

Emily steadily wrapped her fingers around Lily's beating heart, loving the wiggly feeling as the organ constantly pumped Lily's warm blood inside her chest.

Finally, Emily had her whole hand grabbing onto Lily's source of life.

"That feels real nice.." Emily said, slightly squeezing the organ so that Lily could sense the constricting sensation. "I really love your heart.. It's such a powerful engine that's been pounding inside of you.."

"Huckk..!! Em..Emily..!!"

"It's trying to beat my hand off of it, haha!" Emily laughed, tightening her grip around Lily's panicking heart. "I have your powerhouse, your engine in my hand, Lily.. And I'm going to take it out of you while it's still beating.."

Lily was terrified at the sight of Emily's evil grin.

"H..How could.. uck..! How you could you..?" Lily whimpered, struggling to speak her words as she felt immense pain inside her bosom.

"Your heart's so warm, Lily.." Emily murmured, now beginning to massage the pounding heart. "Do you feel anything?"

As Emily continuously tightened and loosened her grip around the organ, giving it deliberate pumps, Lily suddenly began puking out some of her own blood.

"Uck..! Guck..! Ugh...!"

Emily's grip remained hard around Lily's heart as she leaned down to bring her lips closer to her victim's.

"How do you feel, Lily? As I steal your own heart from you?" she mumbled. "I'm holding onto your dear life, Lily.. Each pump from this organ is a second more for you to stay awake.."

"Huck...!"

"Come here.."

Emily then pressed her lips onto Lily's, continuing to force the pumping action, and tasted Lily's delicious blood as she stuck her tongue into Lily's mouth.

"Mmm.." Emily savored, closing her eyes.

Lily was being tortured with her own beating heart alive. She just wished to die at that moment.

Emily then lifted her torso back up, her lips reddened due to the blood in Lily's mouth.

She then grasped Lily's organ even tighter.

"Uggghh...!!" Lily groaned, feeling so much pain within her breast as Emily brutally blocked the natural throbbing of her most important organ.

"Your heart.." Emily mumbled, looking into Lily's beautiful, suffering eyes. "Is mine.."

At that moment, Emily rearranged her fingers, grabbed onto Lily's healthy heart tightly, and pulled as hard as she could.

"HUUCCKK...!!" Lily let out one last gasp as Emily violently stretched her entire beating heart straight out of her chest.

There were some arteries and veins that seemed to desperately hold on to Lily's heart, but Emily pulled further, tearing them apart.

Emily looked at Lily and showed her her own pumping heart.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Emily said, her black top now bathing in the blood that Lily's torn-out heart was spewing out from all ends.

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