The Matron's Seduction: True Education Begins

The next morning, while I focused on honing my warrior skills, feeling the hum of increased power coursing through me, Amelia set off for Elara's house. A knowing glint in her eyes, and a discreet bag swinging at her side, hinted at the new instruments of Elara's "therapy" nestled securely within: a dildo and a strap-on, meticulously crafted to mimic the formidable size and shape of my own dick.

As predicted, Theron hovered near the door when Amelia arrived, his face a mixture of nervous anticipation and a barely contained blush. His eyes darted to the bag Amelia carried, a desperate eagerness in their depths.

"Good morning, Theron," Amelia greeted, her voice a calm, authoritative balm that seemed to cut through his anxiety. "How is Elara this morning? Did yesterday's… training… have any noticeable effect on you?" A subtle smile played on her lips as she watched him.

Theron stammered, his gaze fixed on her. "Y-yes, Matron Amelia. She… she was… very tired. And I… I felt… quite stimulated." His blush deepened, and he unconsciously adjusted his robes, a slight tremor in his hands.

"And is Elara ready for today's session, Theron?" Amelia pressed, her voice laced with an unspoken promise.

"She… she said she was, Matron Amelia," he managed, his eyes wide, practically begging for her to continue.

Amelia leaned in conspiratorially, her hand subtly brushing against the bag, allowing the faint outline of the large dildos to be seen. Theron's breath hitched, becoming ragged and quick. His eyes practically pleaded with Amelia, a desperate longing to see the spectacle unfold. Amelia's smile widened, a hint of cruelty in its curve. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a soft, husky whisper that sent shivers down Theron's spine. "Come and watch, Theron. Watch your wife get fucked with these. I'll leave the door slightly open for you again today. See how much better she responds when she's truly broken in."

Amelia entered the bedroom. Elara was already there, naked on the bed, the smaller dildo and vibrator from yesterday still embedded deep within her. She lay there, an image of eager submission, her MILF body glistening. As yesterday, Amelia closed the door, leaving only that tempting crack for Theron's eager gaze.

"Did you enjoy your night, Elara, my slut?" Amelia's voice was a low purr, dripping with dominance.

Elara's eyes, hazy with remembered pleasure and anticipation, met Amelia's. "Yes, Mistress. It was… exhilarating." She paused, a faint blush on her face. "Theron… he tried to have sex for the first time in years. He couldn't get hard much, but he… he played with me with the dildo and vibrator, just like you showed him. He said the training was showing some effect on him." A perverse pride tinged her voice, enjoying her husband's humiliation.

Amelia gave a curt nod, then reached into her bag, slowly, dramatically pulling out the new dildo and strap-on, the formidable size of my dick undeniable. She held them up for Elara to see. "Are you ready for your proper training then, slut? Ready to be stretched and filled until you can't even remember your own name?"

Elara's eyes widened, a gasp tearing from her throat. A potent mix of fear and sheer, unadulterated excitement flashed across her face. The new tools were monstrous, dwarfing anything she had experienced. "Yes, Mistress! I'm ready! Please!"

Amelia didn't wait. She climbed onto the bed, positioning herself over Elara in a 69 position, then strapped on the massive dildo. With a brutal lack of ceremony, she brought the huge, throbbing head of the strap-on directly to Elara's face, pressing it against her lips. "Suck on it, slut! Suck it like the dirty whore you are, for your pathetic husband's cure!" The dildo was indeed bigger than Elara's face, but Elara, in a display of eager submission, opened her mouth wide and began to suck, her eyes still locked on the strap on. She worked diligently, her tongue darting, tasting the slickness that coated the strap-on. Meanwhile, Amelia, with a cruel smile, reached down and began to expertly manipulate the dildo and vibrator still stuck deep within Elara's pussy, driving Elara's moans even higher. Elara's pussy was completely drenched, juices pouring out as she sucked the strap-on deliciously, a low, guttural "Mmmph! So good, Mistress!" rumbling from her throat.

After a few moments of this intense degradation, Amelia slowly took out the dildo and vibrator from Elara's pussy, the sound of schloorp filling the room. She shifted position, sitting between Elara's spread legs, holding them high in the air, leaving Elara's wet, swollen pussy utterly exposed. Then, with a loud smack, she brought the strap-on down, slapping it hard against Elara's pussy lips. "Do you want it, slut?! Do you want my dick filling your useless hole?!" she snarled, the strap-on rising and falling, slapping against her clit, then gliding over her swollen labia, each contact sending a fresh jolt through Elara's already electrified nerves.

Elara, like a starved bitch, opened her pussy with both hands, her eyes wide and pleading. "Yes, Mistress! Please, Mistress! Give me your dick! Fill me! I beg you!"

Amelia smirked, enjoying the desperate plea. With a sudden, brutal thrust, she pushed half of the strap-on deep inside Elara's pussy. It wasn't a gentle slide; it was a forceful invasion, stretching Elara's heated depths to their screaming limits, a sensation both invasive and utterly thrilling. Elara's inner walls clenched, then slowly, agonizingly, began to give way, expanding around the enormous girth. The feeling of her own flesh yielding, tearing almost, yet accommodating, sent a shockwave of pleasure through her. Elara screamed, a piercing, primal sound, her back arching violently, her body spasming as she exploded in a wave of pussy juices that sprayed over Amelia's naked body, coating her in Elara's climax. "AAAAAAH! YES! Oh, god, the DIIIIICK! Mmmph! Ahhh!"

Amelia cursed, a low, guttural growl. "You messy slut! You dared to squirt on me?!" Without warning, she shoved the strap-on in further, three-quarters of its length now buried deep, striking hard against Elara's cervix. Elara's pussy stretched even further, distended and raw, the cavernous sensation utterly overwhelming. Her core felt impossibly full, violated yet gloriously so, the raw pressure against her cervix an intense, singular point of pleasure. Elara had never felt anything so deep, so invasive. Her body convulsed, a new wave of sensation washing over her. She began squirting again, and again, a continuous gush of hot liquid that soaked the sheets, her hips arching wildly, desperate to pull away from the brutal, pleasurable assault, yet desperate for more. "Oh, god! Mistress, please slower! My pussy is going to be ruined! Aaaah! It is too big! Oh, FUCK!"

Amelia, with an iron grip, grabbed Elara's hips, holding them firmly in place. "You're not going anywhere, you begging whore!" she snarled, and began to slam her hips down, the strap-on plunging in and out with relentless force, stretching Elara's pussy with each brutal thrust, hitting every inch of her newly expanded walls, striking directly on her cervical opening with ruthless precision, a sweet agony that tore gasp after gasp from Elara's throat. Elara was reduced to a shaking, whimpering doll, cumming nonstop, her body convulsing, begging Amelia to stop. "Please, Mistress! I'm going to break! Oh, gods! I've never felt something like this! My mind is going blank! AHHHH! Please stop! No More dick! Please, stop the DIIIIICK! Nooooooooo! Mistress I beg you to stop it is too much!"

Amelia's voice cut through Elara's pleas, cold and sharp. "Don't you want your husband to be cured, you selfish bitch?! You want to stop now?! Your husband is suffering!" At the mention of Theron, Elara's glazed eyes snapped open, a flicker of serious intent replacing her dazed ecstasy. Amelia leaned forward, her lips brushing Elara's ear, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Become more vulgar, my slut. Tell me your deepest desires, and I will cure your husband completely. He will get hard, have sex with you. Look at him, getting cured through that door." She gestured subtly towards the crack. "See how he is pleasing himself? Don't you see he is going harder today? The more you fall, the more pleasure your husband gets, and faster he will be cured."

Amelia leaned back, settling into her original position, and began to slam her hips harder, stretching Elara's pussy with brutal force, each thrust pushing her to the brink, careful not to penetrate her cervix, but agonizingly close, the strap-on a relentless, pounding rhythm inside her, forcing her pussy to become a wide, accommodating cavern. Amelia's sweet talk, laced with brutal promises, had its intended effect. Elara's eyes, fixed on the door, on the image of Theron's struggling pleasure, took on a desperate, manic gleam. She began to massage her own large breasts, bringing them close to her mouth, nibbling on her hardened nipples, her voice thick with a new, raw vulgarity. "Mistress! Please cure my husband! I will fall for that! Take me hard! Yes, keep hitting my cervix! It is my first time feeling anything like this! Aahh, your dick feels so good, Mistress! It is far bigger than anything I have ever taken! Make me cum! I am gonna cum like the slut I am! Fill me, Mistress! Fill your whore! Pound me, Mistress! Pound this pussy into submission! GIVE ME THAT DIIIIICK! OHHHH GODDDD! FUCKKKKK MEEE!"

After about two hours of such harsh, relentless sex, leaving Elara utterly spent, her body a quivering mess, Amelia finally dismounted. Before leaving, she leaned down, her voice curious. "Tell me, my slut, what is your deepest desire? Your true fetish?"

Elara, panting, her body still shaking from the continuous orgasms, hesitated, a faint blush returning to her face. "I… I have a semen fetish, Mistress." Her voice was barely a whisper, yet infused with a desperate longing. "I crave it, Mistress. I want to smell it. I want to bathe in it. I want to drown in it. I want dick cumming all over me, Mistress!"

Amelia's smile was predatory. She took the new dildo, the one she had bought and, without a word, pushed it deep inside Elara, leaving it there. "Keep it inside, my slut. The whole time. And if Theron asks for sex, use the hole in the back. Your pussy is reserved for me now. For my dick."

Amelia left the room. At the doorway, the floor was drenched, far more liquid than yesterday, a testament to the raw, uninhibited session that had just taken place. Theron, slumped against the wall, was a shuddering mess, his face pale yet ecstatic, his own release abundant.