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Here's a story that covers three common fetishes I haven't dealt with before: medical, kidnapping, and pregnancy.
(60% done)

***WARNING: this story is not yet finished, and ends very abruptly***
Still breathing hard, Jennifer tried to collect her thoughts.  She 
kept telling herself she should have been more careful, but she 
couldn't think of anything that would have tipped her off as to what
they had planned.  She lived in a safe neighborhood, so she had hardly
even looked twice at the rental van parked by the curb between her
apartment and her destination, the dumpster.  Never in her wildest
dreams did she think that the tall, well-dressed woman leaning up
against it was just waiting to grab her from behind, and toss her in
the back of the truck.
She choked back tears as she wondered what would happen to her.  Of
all people, a woman should understand how scared she was, but the
woman had not shown any signs of caring as she covered Jennifer's
mouth in duct tape, then used the rest to secure her wrists and 
ankles.  The van lurched into motion, and Jennifer wondered where she
was being taken, and what would happen next.
The woman was seated on the floor across from her, watching her 
closely.  She was older, perhaps almost even old enough to be 
Jennifer's mom.  She casually smoked a cigarette as she sat there, 
looking cool, calm, and collected.  She had a confident air about her,
and Jennifer guessed she was used to getting what she wanted.  What
Jennifer couldn't figure out was what she wanted from her.
It wasn't long before the van pulled to a stop.  As the driver came
around to the back of the van and opened the doors, the woman pushed
Jennifer towards him, and before she knew it, she was draped over his
shoulder like a sack of potatoes.  She squirmed and kicked, but it was
no use; all she could do was watch as he carried her through the back
door of a small office building.  She desperately looked around for
signs of life, but it was a Saturday, and the place was deserted.
There was no point in screaming, noone could hear her.
Jennifer found herself being carried into what appeared to be a small
medical examination room, and roughly deposited in the chair.  The
woman moved behind her, wrapped her arms around her, and held her in
place.  She squirmed, but was going nowhere.  As she looked forward,
she saw the driver coming at her with a pair of scissors.  He grabbed
one of her ankles, put his weight on it to keep her in place, and
carefully snipped the tape holding her ankles together.  She tried to
fight him as he pulled her leg up and into the stirrups, but she had
no leverage laying on her back.  As she kicked with all her might, he
pulled her ankle over to the side, and fastened it into one of the
stirrups.  With her one leg restrained, she was helpless to stop him
from pulling her legs open wide, fastening the other firmly into the 
other stirrup.
The woman released her grip, and walked around to the side of her.
Jennifer was surprised to feel the woman affectionally stroking her 
hair,and saw her smile as she looked up at her.  As she started to 
wonder what that could possibly mean, she felt a tug on the pant leg 
of her sweatpants, and noticed the driver was working the scissors up 
the inside of her leg, slicing her sweatpants open.  She felt the cold
metal of the scissors sliding along her calf, past her knee, then up
along her inner thigh, making her shiver.  He repeated the procedure
with her other leg, then continued up along the front of her crotch,
letting her sweatpants fall open.  He then went to work on her 
t-shirt, slicing up along her tummy, up towards her chest.  When he
got there, he carefully slid the lower blade beneath her bra, and
cut it in two, then continued upwards.  She turned her head to the
side and arched her back slightly as he worked up towards her 
neckline, trying to keep her neck out of the way of the scissors,
but as she did so, her bra open up and slid down the sides of her
chest, taking her t-shirt with it, exposing her firm young tits.
The woman beside her smirked.  "Is it really necessary to get her
topless in order to do what you're going to do?"  The driver smiled
as he walked out of her field of view.  "I have a special treat for
your husband in mind."  Nervously, Jennifer glanced over to see what he
was up to.  He saw him coming towards her with a two large needles.  There
was nothing she could do but watch, as he firmly grasped her nipple
in his hand, pulled up on her breast, and slid the needle deep inside,
the repeated the procedure with her other breast.  Connected to the needles
were tubes, leading to a saline bags, which he hung from a hook next to 
her.  "There's about 250 ccs of saline in each bag," he continued as he 
stroked her tit a bit, "which should give her an extra cup and a half, 
or so, for two or three days."  He ran his hand up to the side of her 
neck.  "What'll that make you, honey, a nice large C cup or so?"
"Careful, stop feeling up the merchandise," the woman interrupted.
"Remember, she's for my husband."  "Of course," the man responded,
reluctantly withdrawing his hand, "but can't I have just a little bit
of fun with her?  After everything I've done to help you out ..."
"I'll tell you what," she responded, "I'll let you do the examination
without gloves.  You've always wanted to do that, haven't you?"  He
smiled.  "And perhaps it would be possible if I ... received my 
payment at the same time?"
She laughed.  "You want me to do it while you examine her?  You sick
fuck."  He shrugged.  "I know what you have planned for her, and 
you're calling me a sick fuck?"
"All right, all right," she responded.  "Let's get started."
Jennifer watched the man carefully as he moved between her legs,
picked the scissors back up, and sliced through the sides of her
panties.  She could see his eyes staring straight down at her
crotch as he slowly peeled them off, leaving her completely 
exposed.  She gasped and instinctively tried to close her legs, but
as she felt the tug on her ankles, she was reminded there was little
she could do.  Her wrists, still tied behind her, were getting
uncomfortable underneath her.  She tried to shift her weight to find
a better position, but blushed when she realized what a show she was
putting on squirming around with her legs spread.  She looked down
at him, but his attention was elsewhere.  She saw his hand moving
towards her, and then felt his fingers sliding up and down the 
length of her slit.  He must have lubricated them, as they were
gliding effortlessly across her skin and then ... into her hole.
As she felt herself being penetrated, she desperately tried to will
his fingers out of her, but there was nothing she could do.  She
fought the sensations of pleasure as he worked his fingers in and
out of her.  It was wrong ... these people couldn't treat her like
this.
"Okay, that's enough," the woman cut in.  "You're supposed to be
examining her, not fingering her."  He looked defensive.  "I'm just
making sure she's well lubricated.  I don't want to hurt her.  
Besides, aren't you supposed to be giving me my reward?"
The woman raised an eyebrow as she considered him.  Eventually, she
came to a conclusion.  "Ok, no more funny business, and I'll give you
what you want."
He laughed.  "My dear, what I want is far, far more than what we
agreed to."
She smiled.  "Well, you won't be getting that.  You know my pussy
belongs to my husband."
"That does leave one other option ..." he mused.
"My husband and I are convinced you'll be satisfied with what you're 
going to get," replied the woman, as she started moving towards
him.
He laughed.  "What would your husband know about what would satisfy
me?"
Already on her knees in front of him, she deftly opened his pants,
and pulled out his hard cock.  "Because," she said as she wrapped
her fingers around him, stroking his balls with her other hand,
"I've sucked him too."  She took the tip of him into her mouth, 
and pushed forward.  As she continued downwards, her fingers pushed
back towards the base, retreating ahead of her lips.  Grabbing him
from behind, she drew his full length into her.  Slowly pulling back,
she looked up at him.  "Will you do your job now?"
"Yes, ma'am.  But I have one other small confession to make."
"Oh?"
"I left the speculum in the freezer over night."
The woman laughed.  "That is truly evil."
Jennifer felt his fingers between her legs, spreading her lips open,
and then the ice cold steel sliding up inside of her.  The shock made
her body shiver and her muscles clench, and as he slowly expanded the
speculum inside of her, more and more of her soft, delicate insides 
came into contact with the cold metal.  As it continued to expand,
she felt the pressure of it holding her open, stretching her out,
until slowly it started to hurt.  "Stop!" she gasped, but he ignored
her.  "A couple more turns should do it ..."
Jennifer clenched her fists as the metal stretched her insides, pain
replacing shock as the metal warmed up.  Soon, his fingers were 
inside her, as she felt him poking and prodding, doing a bit more of
a thorough examination than usual.  "Well, no obvious problems so
far," he noted, then paused as if distracted.  "Oh, god, that feels
lovely."
"If I'm distracting you too much, I'll stop," came the voice of the
woman.  "No, no, don't stop," he urged.  "I'll be done with her 
soon."
He turned his attention back to Jennifer.  "I'm going to stick a 
finger up your ass now, you going to be a good girl and get it nice
and lubed up for me?"  She felt his index finger rocking in and out
of her, sliding along the edge of her fuckhole as the speculum held
her open.  Even in her predicament, she couldn't help but get a 
little aroused.  As she did, the pain from the pressure inside her
pussy faded, transforming itself into a warm feeling of fullness.
She tried to fight it, but then she felt an almost electric sensation
inside her, causing her to squirm violently as a wave of pleasure
flooded through her body.  The man's attention was firmly fixed on
her.  "What's the matter, honey, noone ever find your G-spot before?"
She blushed and tried to look away.
As she did, she felt his slick finger poking at her asshole, sliding
easily up into it as his thumb slid into her pussy.  He felt her
squeezing the sensitive flesh between his fingers, first here, then
there.  He had an intense look on his face now, and was pressing his
hand into her hard, his finger buried as far into her ass it would go,
rolling the sensitive flesh between her pussy and asshole between his
fingers.
"Oh, god," she heard him moaning.  "That's good.  Don't stop.  Don't
stop."  She watched as she saw him staring intently downward.  "Yes,
yes, yes! ... Wait a sec, don't swallow."  He leaned down and 
whispered something into the lady's ear.  She smiled and moved towards
Jennifer, quickly grabbed her face, and dug her fingers into her 
cheeks forcing her mouth open.  Jennifer tried to turn away, but she
couldn't.  The woman leaned down and kissed her, then opened her mouth
and let the cum drip into Jennifer's mouth.  Jennifer tried to spit it
out, but only succeeded in getting some of it on her chin, neck, and
chest, and there was no way she could get the salty taste out of her
mouth.
"What's next?" the lady asked.  "We need a urine sample from her,"
replied the man.  He took out a small plastic tube, lubed up the end,
and not so gently pressed it against her pee hole, where it started
to slide in.  She squirmed as she felt pee hole being violated, the
tube slowly sliding up through her insides towards her bladder.  As
the tube forced its way past the muscles holding her urine back, she
saw her pee draining out through the tube into a small jar.  When
the jar was full, the man pinched off the tube, and yanked it out of
her.  "Ok, that's all I need.  She's all yours," he said.
"Well, there is one more thing ..." the lady replied wistfully, as
she ran her hand through Jennifer's pubic hair.  "My husband prefers
pussies to be bare and exposed, and she's got a pretty natural look
going here.  But we can fix that."
Jennifer watched in fear as the lady produced a pair of scissors from
her purse.  Jennifer squirmed and tried to get away as the scissors 
got closer and closer to her crotch.  "You know," the lady smirked,
"I don't think it's such a good idea to be squirming around so much
with a sharp object between your legs."  Jennifer watched helplessly
as the lady started removing tufts of her soft blonde pussy hair from
her mound, carelessly discarding it on the floor of the office.
Soon, all that was left was a quarter inch or so of stubble.
Jennifer noticed the doctor had been busy while she had been 
distracted.  The lady smiled and took some of the wax he had prepared,
and started spreading it across the top of what was left of Jennifer's
bush.  "Ok, baby, this is going to hurt.  I'll tell you what, I'll
give you until the count of three to get yourself ready.  Can you
take a big breath for me?"  Jennifer nodded and tried to relax.
"Ok, now, one ...." Jennifer screamed as the lady ripped the wax from
her body, the sudden, unexpected pain taking her completely by
surprise.  She tried to calm herself, but the lady was already 
spreading more wax on her pussy.  "Please, wait ..." she begged, but
the lady was hearing none of it.  "Owwwww, that hurts!" she screamed
as she felt the next strip of wax being ripped off.
"Now, now," the lady replied, "there's no need to drag this out any
longer than we have to.  I have a special night planned for my
husband, and I still have quite a bit to do to prepare." Jennifer
tried to choke back tears as the lady ripped away another strip.
"Almost done in front here, then we can move to the more sensitive
areas," the lady continued absent-mindedly.  Jennifer felt the warm
wax being spread down along one of her pussy lips.  She couldn't help
but scream as she felt the stinging pain as it was stripped bare.
"Oh, stop that," chided the lady.  "The way you are carrying on, one
would think your cunt hairs are being pulled out by their roots!"

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