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Impregnated (Mf)

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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