Extra Credit
By Dingo_Dave 

A C+!...How could she have gotten a C+.

It was warm late spring Friday afternoon and Shelly was sitting in the lecture hall of the senior anatomy class, holding the paper she had turned in the past Monday. The problem was that this paper was the last major grade before the end of the semester. She had been right on the edge between a B and C in this class and she HAD to get at least a B in order to get into med school.
“I should have rewritten the middle section of the paper rather than going out with the girls last weekend.” she thought to herself. “I’m really screwed”, she said under her breath, barely listening to what the professor was saying about the upcoming final.
“Oh, by the way,” the professor was finishing his comments before dismissing the class, “ the dean has requested that I ask if any female would be willing to help with an lab experience for the graduate med students, this weekend.” “I know it is short notice, but I would be willing to give some major extra credit in this class if you do. See me after class if you are interested. Have a nice weekend everyone, See you Monday.”
Shelly could not believe her ears! Maybe there was a chance to save her medical career yet. She quickly gathered her things and went down the stairs to talk to the professor.
“I don’t know that much about it,” he explained” but I know that it will involve the entire weekend. Someone else backed out at the last minute leaving the dean in a bad position. If I can help him out, it will be a feather in my cap for getting tenure.”
“I can be available this weekend.” Shelly answered in desperation.
“Okay, let’s go see the dean and find out more about this assignment.”
Shelly could not believe her luck. She not only would get the extra credit that she needed in the class, she would also get a chance to meet the dean, who decided who got accepted into the med program. This was a dream come true.

They walked in to the dean’s outer office and explained to the secretary why they were there. The dean was on the phone and the professor had another lecture to get to, so Shelly was left in the care of his secretary. It was about 15 minutes before the dean was done with his phone call and Shelly was told to go on into his office.
The dean’s office was impressive. It was at least ten times bigger than the professors offices she had spent so much of her undergrad work visiting. There was actually open floor space surrounding his massive desk and the two chairs that faced it.
“Welcome Shelly. Ms Adams tells me you are interested in helping us this weekend, but let me tell you a little about the assignment before you decide.”
"What do you need me to do?"

“We have a simulation set up for our senior psychiatric students for this weekend at the state facility across town. We had a subject for them to use, but a family emergency has called her away at the last minute. What this involves is the assessment of a mental patient that is mentally delusional and potentially violent. You need to know that you will be restrained as part of this process and it may involve some uncomfortable procedures. But I can assure you that you will not have any treatments the could be dangerous, such as electroshock.”
Wow, this was more than Shelly had bargained for, but what was she going to do. She needed the extra credit, or her chances of a medical career would end before it started.
"How long would this last?" she asked.

"Well, we need to start as soon as possible, but it should be done by Sunday morning."

Shelly was biting her lip. She had a bad feeling about this, but she already knew that she would do it.

"Okay, I guess"

“Thank you so much for doing this. Who do you need to let know that you will not be around this weekend? We had a missing person report filed once. Here use my phone to let your parents and roommate know, oh and don’t forget your boyfriend needs to know too.”
Shelly winced, “Well boyfriend will not be a problem. He dumped me a few weeks ago.” Shelly came around the desk to make her calls.
“I will get a couple of forms that I will need you to sign from Ms.
Adams and then we will get you ready.”
When Shelly got done on the phone, he gave her to legal documents to sign saying that she understood that she would be playing the part of the mental patient, releasing liability etc, etc.
“Okay, Now they have been told that you are coming from another facility, you are to be removed from medication so you can be better evaluated for treatment. So I need you to go into my bathroom here and remove all of your clothes, including underwear and put on this hospital gown.”
He handed here a sack and folded gown and pointed to a door in the side of the office.
Shelly entered the small bathroom, closed the door and started to undress. Once she had folded all her clothes, placing them in the bag, she opened the gown. It looked like someone had taken her grandmothers housedress, but the sides and shoulder seams had been replaced with Velcro. Shelly assumed this was so it could be changed or removed from a person while they were still lying on a hospital bed.
When she came out of the out of the bathroom, both the dean and Ms. Adams were in the office.
"Oh you need to remove your rings and any other valuables."

Shelly removed her rings, and her diamond stud earrings, but left her hoops in her ears. When she turned around she noticed that he was holding a white bundle in his hands. He shook it out and held it up. At first Shelly thought it was a jacket, but the sleeves were too long and there were straps hanging down. Slowly, it dawned on her,

"A Straitjacket??" she exclaimed

“Now I explained to you that you were to be a mental patient that could be violent being transferred between facilities. I am really sorry, but this is how such a patient would be transferred. Do you want to back out? It’s not too late.”
“No, I guess not. I just wasn’t thinking about it, I guess. I have not seen one of those outside a magic act.”
Shelly remembered that magic act. She had been a teenager and missed half of the act wondering how it would feel to be all wrapped up in one. She would soon find out! He handed the jacket to Ms. Adams so the back was open and facing Shelly. Shelly slowly approached the jacket, not quite sure about it, but unable to stop herself either.  She slipped her arms into the sleeves as Ms. Adams slipped it over her shoulders but her hands did not reach the end of the sleeves. He stepped behind her, fastening the first strap in the middle of her back, drawing the material around her. Moving down to the one around her waist, drawing it tight. As it slowly tighten around her body and gripping it, she got a funny feeling in her stomach. She couldn’t believe it. This was turning her on! He threaded the straps on the end of the sleeves through a loop in the front of the jacket then one on each side, drawing her arms behind the straps. He continued back around the front, passing the end of right one through the rings on the left, or was it the right through the left. The way it was wrapped Shelly was no longer sure which was attached to which arm. Then he gave a mighty pull on the free end of the strap drawing her arms into the tightest hug she had ever had.
“That should hold you.” He said as he went over to the desk and picked up two thick leather bands that were 3 inches wide. He leaned down and placed these around her ankles, lacing a strap through a ring in each, forcing her ankles together.
“Now I need you to kneel. Ms. Adams, let’s help her so she does not fall. We can’t have her hurting herself, before we start.”
“Before we start, it sure feels like we have started already” Shelly thought to herself as they each grabbed an arm and eased her down.  This position reminded Shelly of all the times she spent at the library looking for those books that were always on the bottom shelf.  Reaching between her legs, he grabbed a strap dangling there that Shelly had not noticed. This was passed through the one from her ankle restraints, and attached to the back of the jacket. As the last strap was drawn tight, it pulled directly on Shelly’s sex, drawing a moan from her throat.
"Are you alright?"

"YYYYes"

Shelly was having problems concentrating on anything but that strap between her legs. He went back over to the desk and picked up a folder looking them over.
“Ms. Adams, we have to retype these. They still have Sally’s information. Come on, they will be here in a half hour.” he said, turning to return to the outer office, with Ms. Adams close behind.
Without even thinking about it, Shelly rocked back onto her heels to stand and follow them, just as she did in the library. But suddenly, as she started to stand, everything went into slow motion. Just before she could completely straighten her legs, there was a jerk on the strap between her legs, stopping her upward progress. This caused her to loose her balance, starting her to fall to her left. She tried to put her arm out to regain her balance, but it stayed solidly rapped around her waist. As she watched the floor approach her face, she panicked, desperately trying to put her hands out to break her fall.  Her arms moved all of one inch as she fell helplessly with a thud. The door had already closed behind the dean and his assistant, so they were totally unaware of her situation. Shelly lay there for a minute taking stock of her situation and panting. Nothing seemed to be broken, but she sure felt stupid. She tried to straighten her legs, laying on the floor, and found that they had attached a strap from the ankle restraints to the back of the straitjacket, preventing her from standing. Slowly she rolled onto her back, drawing her legs up. Next she explored what movements the jacket allowed. But there wasn’t much movement at all. She tried to work some slack in the sleeves to see if she could slip her arm out of the sleeve. The jacket fit too well for that, however. Next she tried to work her arm up, hoping to somehow get it over her head like she had seen the magician do so many years before. His jacket did not have the loops in the front and side like this one did, so she didn’t get far. She was sweating from fighting the jacket but her struggles were having a very welcome effect between her legs. After several minutes she was no further than she had been to start with but she had rolled and squirmed over most of the open space in the office trying. She now wished she could get her hand lowered to her crotch rather than over her head. If she could just get her right hand between her legs for a second, she would explode. It was so frustrating, which just made her all that much hotter. The dean returned carrying a tray and stopped just inside the door looking at her.
“Well, you really look the part now. You look like you have been in a hospital bed for a week. They will be here for you in a few minutes and there is still something we have to do.”
With this, he set the tray down on the desk, picked up an alcohol pad and a syringe. Shelly did not like the sight of this, backing away.
“Now this will not hurt,” he said approaching her, as she retreated into a corner.
He easily flipped her over, swiped her rump and injected the substance into her fleshy butt.
“Now that is an interesting substance that you will not probably learn about in your entire med school experience. It takes awhile to take effect so you won’t notice anything at first. But as it slowly enters your blood stream from the muscle, it will block the nerves from controlling your muscles. This will mimic the drugs your chart says you have been on and make you appear to be all doped up. You will not have any voluntary control over your muscles, but it does not affect your heart, or breathing functions. While you appear to be unaware of your surroundings, you will be mentally alert the entire time. Once the drug starts to leave your system however it has the opposite effect. Every movement you try to make will be amplified, making you seem violent. Just as your chart says you are.”
Ms. Adams poked her head in and announced the arrival of the transportation for Shelly. A few minutes later, two men enter the office dressed in green scrubs wheeling a cart. With no effort they grabbed the loops on the side of the straitjacket and lifted her onto the cart. A strap was tightened across her shoulders above her breasts and another just below her breasts. A final strap was crossed her hips. All the straps were tightened drawing her body into the thin mattress on the cart. She was covered with a sheet and wheeled from the office. As she was wheeled down the hall all of the students stopped and stared at her as she passed. She could do nothing but stare back, helpless and humiliated. She was rolled out the loading dock and into a waiting van. By the time they had started the trip, Shelly was getting a heavy feeling all over her body. She tried to ask them how far they were going, but nothing came out of her mouth. Her vocal cords were paralyzed; her mouth was drooping, allowing the drool to roll down her cheek, wetting the pillow. It was the weirdest sensation for Shelly. Shelly felt fine, but no matter how hard she tried, her body simply refused to respond. She could not even move her head to look out the window. The ride however didn’t take too long.  The van backed up until it bumped into something. She heard the doors open and felt the van rock as the guys got out. The rear door creaked as they were opened. Shelly was being wheeled out of the van and through a set of double doors. She watched as the doors broke the blue walls with a white stripe as she was wheeled down the hall. The car slowed and turned into a room with white tile walls, stopping next to a black topped exam table.
"What do we have here?" a female voice asked.

"She is supposed to be re-evaluated, I guess" said a guy's voice.
"Here is her chart."

“Shit, why do they send us these on a Friday? Okay, slide her over here and I will start her. Maybe I can still finish in time to get out of here. Oh shit! She’s a security risk. Great!”
Shelly’s view changed from the walls to the ceiling as she was rolled onto her back. First her ankle restraints were removed and her feet were strapped into stirrups that held her knees at a 90-degree angle and spread very far apart. Another nurse came into the room as the two guys lifted Shelly into a sitting position to unbuckle the jacket.  They worked swiftly, but they always kept their hands on her arms so there would be no chance of her getting away, even though she was limp as a rag from the drug. Once the straitjacket was removed, she was laid back down and both her upper arms and wrists were strapped to the sides of the exam table with thick leather restraints.
“Okay, lets get her examined and prepped before we move her to a observation room. “
At this point Shelly had a lovely view of the ceiling and was hoping this would get her an A in the class. This view is soon obstructed by one of the nurse’s face as she shone a light into each of her eyes.  The exam continued until every inch of her body had been explored, except between her splayed legs.
“Honey, I don’t know if you can hear me or not, but since you are going to be restrained for some time, we are going to have to put a catheter in.”
Shelly now could feel a gloved hand opening her slit.

"Now isn't that interesting, she has been excited, look at all the secretions here. Are you enjoying this hone?"

Shelly could feel the nurse working in her private parts. Then a very strange feeling as the tube was pressed into her pee hole. She had a desperate need to pee, but she couldn’t. She could feel the tube against her leg. It was not a comfortable feeling at all. They finished the exam and put her legs back down on the table. They loosened the straps and slid her over onto a cart. As they were wheeling her from the room Shelly realized that she could move her tongue a little. The drug must be wearing off. They stopped the cart next to the nurses’ station.
“Well, we have a problem,” someone was saying. “We don’t have any observation rooms available now. They are all full.”
“We could put her in the sound room over here, and leave the doors open.” a guy offered.
“You would like it if we just let you watch her all night wouldn’t you. Well don’t get your hopes up. But the idea of using the quiet room is as good as any.”
Shelly was wheeled into a room and the cart placed next to the bed. As the straps were being removed so she could be moved to the bed, her right leg suddenly shot out, catching the nurse in the stomach. This knocked the breath out of her and caused her to double over trying to breath. Shelly’s other leg started kicking about that time. Shelly still didn’t have any control, it was as if her body was being controlled by remote, a little kid, because it did not make any coordination. Just random movements.
“HELP! WE NEED HELP in here” the other nurse yelled as the first rolled on the floor.
A stream of people came threw the door, jumping on Shelly, pinning her to the bed. Someone in the fray was grabbing her right breast. She could feel the leather circling her ankles and her wrists. Webbing was passed over each of the shoulders crossing between her breasts and anchoring to a wide belt at either side of her waist, pinning her shoulder to the bed. A wide belt was placed across her waist and then another set of restraints around each thigh, pulling her legs toward the side of the bed.
"Okay, I think we have her now. She sure is a strong thing, though."

The weight slowly removed from her chest, as people got off of her body. But her arms and legs continued to strain against the restraints as they filed out of the room. Shelly was now alone, but her arms, legs and body continued to fight the hopeless battle and she could not stop it. She was sweating with the effort that she was using.
This continued for about an hour before the strain slowly subsided.  Just as she was finally able to get control of her body, the nurse that she had kicked returned.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," Shelly apologized.

“Yeah, sure you mule. Here. The regs say I have to check you before I leave. Would you like a drink?”
She held a glass with a straw to Shelly’s lips and Shelly drained the glass. Then she left the room leaving Shelly alone. With nothing to do and after spending so much energy fighting, Shelly was soon asleep.
Shelly awoke suddenly, panicked because she couldn’t move. As the leather restraints creaked, with her struggles, she slowly remembered the events of Friday afternoon that lead to her current condition. As her sleep fogged brain started to clear, there was still something wrong. She felt air movement across skin, and realized that she was no longer covered. Her hospital gown had been opened down the sides, pulled from under the waist and chest restraints, and was now draped over her head blocking her vision. Listening very carefully, she could make out someone breathing. She was naked, and she was not alone.
"Who is there? What are you doing?" Shelly called.

There was no answer. There was a rustle of clothing and then Shelly felt a light touch on her right nipple, just brushing the very tip.

"No! Stop! Don't or I'll scream." She threatened.

"Go ahead, that is why I convinced Patty to put you in the sound proof room. Then I got old man Walton worked up. She will be busy with him for hours."

Shelly recognized the voice from earlier. It was that creepy orderly that was at the nurses’ station when she was wheeled in. She had noticed the two thick doors when she was wheeled into the room. If he closed those, he was right. No one would ever hear her cries.
"Please don't do this, PLEASE" she pleaded.

But he just continued to lightly brush her nipple. Shelly could actually feel her nipple start to swell, becoming erect from the stimulation. And it seemed that it was connected to her pussy as well.  She needed to stop this. She tried to lift her arms, but was just greeted with the sound of leather creaking as the wide leather bands kept her hands at the bedside. She tried to roll away, but only succeeded in digging the shoulder straps into her soft flesh.
"Don't do this to me, please don't do this."

Now he was brushing both nipples at the same time. They were responding by standing at attention.

"You may say no but your body is saying yes. I can see your cunt getting wet."

Shelly could tell it too. Her body was betraying her. It had been some weeks since she had last had sex. Now her body was turning on her. She was actually arching her back to try and get more stimulation for her nipples. But those darn straps still held her firmly to the bed. She couldn’t get away and she couldn’t get the stimulation that she wanted either. This was maddening, and she was becoming wetter by the minute.  Suddenly he gripped both nipples and pulled, and a moan escaped her lips. Her breath was now coming faster and more ragged. The more that he played with her breasts, the hotter that she became. Her whole world was centered on her sex. He took her left nipple into his mouth and started sucking, driving her wild. His now free hand slowly moved down across her stomach. In spite of her desire, she tried to close her legs. But the ankle restraints kept them too far apart to keep his hand out. The light teasing motions he used on her nipples was now being applied to her mound. Slowly, he began pulling her hair and distributing her juices across her labia and she could feel every time he touched her catheter. Ever so slowly he worked his fingers between her labia, opening her to his touch, while his mouth moved to the other breast.
Shelly was no longer in control of her body. It had simply turned against her, and she gave in to it. Panting and moaning continuously she could feel her orgasm building. If he would just touch her clit.  But that was the one thing he ignored. It seemed to go on forever. If only he would give her the relief that her body so desperately wanted.  He stepped away leaving her a panting, horny, bundle of nerves. She could feel him moving around the bed. As he crawled onto the bed, she felt his dick brush against her foot. She expected, no wanted to feel that deep inside her. Instead she felt his breath between her legs. He parted her labia with is tongue, and swiped her clit. It was just too much, she started to orgasm. But as he continued to stroke her clit with his tongue the level of her orgasm grew. She was pulling against the restraints with all her might, but it was just adding to her excitement.
“Well you are just a bondage slut aren’t you?” he asked pulling her gown down off of her face.
Her mouth was wide open trying to regain her breath. It was easy for him to slip the ring gag between her teeth, trapping her mouth open.  He moved up the bed until he was straddling her head. She did not need a college degree to figure out what was coming next. She closed her eyes, and it was no long in coming. She could not keep him from inserting his cock in her mouth and she could bite it with the metal ring holding it open. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to, even though logic said she should. It was so confusing, her mind telling her that this was all very wrong, versus her bound body telling her that this was the best thing on earth.
She responded by swirling her tongue around the tip, and received a groan from him in reply. The ring prevented her from forming a seal around the shaft to suck. She tried to make up for this with tongue action. He was soon thrusting in and out of her mouth, pounding the back of her throat, making her gag. She felt his dick swell and tried to get away. While she had sucked a cock on occasion, when her date insisted, she always stopped and finished them with her hand. Well, she sure couldn’t finish him with her hand, since they were strapped to the side of the bed, and she was not going to get away. With a groan he let go just as he was all the way in her mouth. She did not know that so much cum could come from one person. It just seemed to spurt and spurt, as he shook with the force of his orgasm.
When he finally finished, not only had she swallowed a gallon of his salty seed, but her face was covered. But, amazingly, he was still hard. He was repositioning himself between her legs. Her cunt spasmed with anticipation. With the force of lust, he slammed into her waiting love tunnel. Her orgasm, which was still waning from the previous attention, started building again. Shelly was having the fuck of her life, and enjoying the pure depravity of the situation.
BANG!

"FREEZE"

The door slammed open and several people came running in.

Shelly felt the most helpless, as his penis shriveled. She was caught in the middle of sex, and she wanted to cover herself. She was as helpless as ever strapped to the bed. He was pulled from the bed by three men and hustled out the door.
"Oh, my dear!, we will get you out," the night nurse said.

"Release her immediately!" It was the dean.

What was he doing here? Something was not right here. Why was the dean in the room? The dean and the nurse released all the restraints and cleaned her face. Shelly was strangely disappointed that it was over, she was enjoying it so much.
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It was late the next morning. Shelly had been given a sedative, and the dean explained that she had been part of a trap for the rapist, but it had almost gone wrong because he had distracted the staff. If he had not come by to check on her, he would have completed his act.  She had then slept for many hours. She had been shown into the psychiatrist’s office for help dealing with her rape.
“Hi, my name is Jim. I want to show you something” the doctor was saying as he put a tape in the VCR. Shelly sized him up as he moved across the room. He was only a few years older than she was, and very handsome. She was attracted to him immediately.
The screen showed a room with a bed in the center and a girl strapped to it. Shelly knew that it was her room last night. She watched as a man approached her and brushed her nipples. It was weird to watch her body respond to his touch. Jim stopped the tape.
“I have watched the whole tape.” Jim explained “How do you feel about this whole affair?”
"I don't know, it's, well, it's, so confusing"

"In the tape you start by resisting, but later you seem to be enjoying yourself. Is that why you are confused?"

"Yes" Shelly answered

"What part of this excited you?"

"The helplessness, not being responsible for my actions. Being restrained, I guess, but it is so wrong, isn't it?"

"Well being helpless or restrained can be very erotic for some people. As a matter-of-fact I am starting a project to study such reactions. Would you like to help me?"
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