-The character of this story is based on a real person, a 20 year-old female track/cheerleader, with an actual heart condition. The story itself is fictional, and falls under the "dark fantasy" realm of doctor and patient. Feedback is appreciated for those who enjoy. If you're not into the thriller/erotic horror genre, then perhaps this is not for you.
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Kristin rode the elevator up to the fourth floor of the hospital. The cardiology wing was down the corridor to her left. She exited the elevator wearing a tight pink turtleneck, leg-squeezing black hip-huggers, and a pair of black leather calf-high fuck-me-boots. The room of her appointment was towards the end of the corridor. Cardiology.
Kristin had complained of heart problems since she became a cheerleader, although the first symptoms occurred in her days of running track. She figured it needed a closer looking at since her attacks came more frequently than normal. It was probably her diet that did it, but she needed another opinion.
The door was open and she saw me looking over her medical file. I was expecting her to show right on time, and there she was. "Hello, Kristin," I said as I noticed her tight frame through the door. "Come in, please."
"Hi, doc," she answered.
"It looks like you're here to have your heart examined." Kristin nodded. "Okay. I'll need you to remove your top. I'll wait outside and return in a few minutes." I closed the door behind me. I could not help but fantasize about that girl's tight body stripping behind the door. I felt my penis bulging as I knew this examination would be satisfying my cardiophilic fetish. Kristin would have to be mine. There was no better opportunity.
I tapped on the door and she said it was alright to come in. She was busy tying her chest length blonde hair into a pony tail behind her head. Kristin sat on the examination table in her hip-huggers and wore a tight white bra. Her chest was beautiful and her thin frame made her heartbeat visible beneath her left breast. I spotted it immediately, but I did not show my emotion of pleasure. There was definitely a way to manipulate this girl. It was her heart she was having examined, which could be potentially deadly if I didn't analyze it correctly. "Oh, Kristin, I do apologize. I can't help but notice the clothing you're wearing. The boots could cause a constriction in your feet, and your pants may inhibit the natural blood flow." I reached over and handed her a robe. "You'll have to remove those, too, I'm afraid," I said in my most sincere voice.
Kristin studied my facial expression, and when she saw no hint of deception, she nodded in agreement. I exited the room once again and closed the door behind me. I had her. She was stripping down to her basic underwear and slowly but surely becoming the victim of my fetish. I'm the doctor, how can she deny me? I smirked with sinister pleasure. I tapped the door again and the same reply came. She didn't bother putting the robe on.
As I entered the room, I shut the door behind me, cleverly locking it with my thumb. She did not notice what I had done. I held my stethoscope and approached her. She anticipated the examination. I was the cardiologist. Listening to her heart was my job. The cold stethoscope was placed on her upper chest as I held her back, and reactively she inhaled without my instruction. The cold face of the stethoscope made her chest sprout goose bumps as it sent shivers through her body. I removed the face and pressed it to her back, and she inhaled again. Her heart was beating fairly quicker than normal, but that was the case of her condition. It was hard, but weak in the valves, which caused it to work harder than the heart normally would. I finished off the exam, much to my delight, by placing the stethoscope to her apex in front. She inhaled, and her breasts lifted. I could see her tender heart beating beneath her ribcage, and to hear it was ecstasy.
"So, tell me the symptoms you have which cause you concern."
Kristin sighed. "Well, doc," she said leaning back. Her hand went over her chest and fluttered to mimic her heartbeat. "My heart starts to beat really fast. You can see it pounding through my shirt. When it gets fast, it feels like I'm choking on it." She placed her hand to her throat.
"I see."
"I've only passed out twice. Usually I can have them and you can't tell that I'm having them."
Kristin's descriptions got my juices flowing. My, how wonderful it would be to control that girl's heart. It was at that point that I made the decision to take her. I walked over to the EKG machine and turned it on, letting the old box warm up. Then I went over to the Oxygen tank and the Nitrous tank and adjusted the valves. "Okay, Kristin, lie down for me please." She obediently placed her back to the operating table, the crisp paper beneath her crunching on her weight. "I'm going to check your heart while you're at rest, so just close your eyes and relax for a little bit." Kristin closed her eyes and forced herself to breathe slowly, meditating in a way. I surprised her by placing the stethoscope back to her apex, but she knew what it was. I could hear her heart pounding deeply and slightly slower than when she was sitting up, but there was audible hesitation in her valves. "Okay, very good," I said. "Now sit up." I helped her up. She sat in her panties and bra with slightly rolled socks. Her body was thin and tight and I yearned to pound that morsel. "The next thing I want you to do is some squats and lunges to get your heart rate up a little bit."
Kristin slid off the table and stood on the ground. I watched with no expression as she did her exercises in front of me without hesitation. Outside, I showed strict professionalism. Inside, I was boiling with hormones. Luckily, she was too preoccupied with her exercises to notice my cock starting to bulge at her. "How many more?" she asked, finishing a rep.
"That will do." I walked over to her and listened to her heart again. It was much faster, and it pounded with heavy force, and the constraints on her valves were audible. Every few beats skipped, and my eyebrows rose. Kristin felt her heart skipping and she tensed with worry. "It's alright. I'm going to have you lie down again." She went to the table and resumed the position. Over at the drawers, I pulled out some contact gel. "This will be cold, but I need it to get a look at your heart." I wheeled over the ultrasound machine and set it next to the EKG machine. Without asking, I unsnapped her front clasping bra and opened it. She didn't challenge me, since I knew best. Kristin closed her eyes and let me perform my duties as her cardiologist.
I squirted the cold contact gel onto her sternum and her chest tensed, causing her tight little titties to jiggle. Her nipples erected almost immediately in response. I noticed it right away. As I spread the gel over her sternum, I purposely brushed her nipple with my wrist. It caught her by surprise, but then again, it was all part of the routine. I could feel her heart beating faster in my palm as the contact from my hand rubbing her chest seemed to turn her on. I wiped my hand clean and peeled the backings off three pads and applied them to her chest and apex. The EKG wires were then connected to each pad and within seconds the display sprang to life, showing the blips that were once the electric impulses shooting through her heart. The spikes were sharp and fast, and the small trailing edges showed minor abnormalities.
