****** Matron by Henry G ******
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Matron


Life can be a bitch!

Young Freddie sighed with dismay as he stood outside the imposing facade of
Green Acres School. "What the fuck am I doing here?" he asked himself. The
simple fact was that he had no choice. His father, a minor official in the
diplomatic service, had been posted to a plum liaison job in the far east. In
order to ensure Freddie's continued education he had been sent to a minor
public school. While his parents were living a life of parties and social
functions, Freddie had been snatched from his home, his friends and dumped in
this gloomy shit-hole. To a 14 year old just entering the joys of puberty with
it's associated rush of hormones, being dumped in an all boys boarding school
was a fate worse than death.

"What are you waiting for?" the shout from the school porter shattered
Freddie's gloomy thoughts. "Follow me!" Freddie grabbed his suitcase and
followed the hunched figure. Soon he was ensconced in a small room containing
four metal framed beds. There were no curtains at the window, just wooden
shutters and the floor was bare, albeit polished, floor boards. The dormitary
smelled of linseed oil, a smell which in future life would remind Freddie of
this miserable place. He noticed that one bed had a piece of tape with his name
written on it stuck to the end post. He sat on the bed noting it's lumpy and
sagging mattress.

As he unpacked three guys his age came in. "Welcome to Hades," one spoke. The
guys introduced themselves as Tim, Gerry and Frank, and proved very friendly
soon briefing Freddie on the ways of the school.

"You will be expected to fulfil certain tasks," Tim added ominously. "What do
you mean," Freddie asked anxiously. "I can't say much other than you should
beware of the bogwash brigade. Also do whatever you are told if you want to
have a peaceful life here." Before Freddie could ask more the door flew open
and two large boys came in. They looked at Freddie and one shouted "Freddie
Jones, follow us!" This was no casual invitation and Freddie quietly followed
them from the room. "Good luck," whispered his new found friends.

He was taken to the top floor and the trio stopped outside a door. One of his
escorts pounded on the door three times and a voice from inside the room
shouted out. "Who seeks entrance?" "The aspirant Freddie Jones seeking
enlightenment!" The escort replied in unison. "Enter Freddie Jones," came the
reply. Seated figures circled the room, each dressed in white gown and a hood.
Freddie was reminded of the Klu Klux Klan.

"Approach," spoke a figure sat in a large chair at one end of the room. Freddie
stood in front of him.

"Welcome to this hallowed edifice Freddie Jones. Do you seek enlightenment?"
Freddie played it safe and replied "Yes I do." "You understand that there are
certain cleansing rituals required and that you must acquiesce to our
instructions?" "I do," Freddie was getting worried about where this was
leading.

"Take him!" came the command. A group of six figures seized Freddie firmly and
he was carried out of the room to a nearby bathroom. Once there they upended
him holding him at an angle with his head in the toilet bowl. "This is what
they mean about bogwash," Freddie thought.

The lead honcho approached and held a jug half full of piss above Freddie's
head. "I hereby baptise this unworthy aspirant with the cleansing waters of St
Euphemie, the patron saint of nocturnal emissions," he intoned. With that he
deposited the amber fluid over Freddie's head. Freddie gasped and choked as the
bitter fluid ran up his nose and into his mouth.

"I hereby cleanse your soiled head with the sacred waters," and with this the
toilet chain was pulled and Freddie's head was immersed in the contents of the
toilet cistern. Dripping, Freddie was carried back to the room.

Once he was stood back in front of the lead figure, the 'ceremony' continued.

"Welcome, you have accepted your ordeal with stoicism, you are a worthy
initiate. As has been done unto us by our masters has been done unto you by
yours. Before you finally enter our community as a brother there is one more
task for you to undertake. I cannot tell you what it will be, or who will set
it or even when you will be called to do it. What I can say is that at some
time a person will approach you speaking the words 'In the name of St Euphemie
I have a boon to ask' That person will set you the task. You carry out whatever
that task may be without question. Understood?" "Yes," Freddie replied moistly.

With this Freddie was shown out the door.

On his return to the dorm his new found colleagues greeted him warmly. Get a
hot shower and change, you have an appointment with matron at four." Gerry
advised. "What now," Freddie groaned.

Promptly at four o' clock Freddie knocked on the door of Matron's surgery.
"Come in," boomed a loud female voice. Freddie walked in to see a large woman
dressed in a white starched uniform. She stood about five foot nine and what
one might euphemistically call well built. She had a large thick shock of
blonde hair and a massive pair of breasts. Put a helmet on her head and a spear
in her hand and she would have looked well in Wagner's ring!

"Ah, young Mr Jones," she spoke with a strong Scandinavian accent. "You must
have a thorough health check, please undress." Freddie felt rather uneasy about
this but had no choice. "A.....All my clothes?" he asked uncertainly. "Of
course, now don't silly, get on with it." Freddie stripped naked and matron
started a detailed examination. She checked his heart, lungs, eyes, ears,
teeth, you name it she checked it.

"Now pee in this bottle please," she asked thrusting a glass container into his
hands. She then stood there waiting. "Come on I don't have all day." The
problem was that due to embarrassment he couldn't pee a single drop. "Stupid
boy," she muttered and left the room. With her departing Freddie's bladder
relaxed and he could pee.

A moment later matron returned. "Now bed over," she commanded. Before he
realised what was happening, Freddie felt her pull his arse cheeks apart and
push a finger up his arse. Almost by reflex he felt his cock stiffen. Matron
noticed too and murmured "So he likes his bum being felt, eh?"

"Turn around," she commanded. As he did she cupped his balls in her hand and
said "cough" Freddie coughed but unfortunately his aroused gentitals reacted to
her warm hand and spurted jets of cum over her hand and arm. Freddie blushed
violently expecting to be shouted at. Instead the matron smiled and wiped her
arm clean "Well we know you work properly down there."

"Well young man, I believe you are a little constipated," she continued. "Go
bend over the examination couch and we'll soon sort you out." Freddie did not
like this idea at all but meekly went and bent over. He heard the matron doing
something at the sink involving water but couldn't see what. She came over to
him and slipped a finger back up his arse. This time she seemed to be smearing
on some grease. Her finger was removed only to be replaced with a hard object
which was pushed well into his rear. It felt cold and uncomfortable. Suddenly
warm water began to rush into him. At first it was pleasant but as pressure
began to build Freddie fell cramps of discomfort.

When he could stand no more he begged the matron to stop. "Just a moment
longer," she reassured him. When he felt ready to explode the flow stopped.

"I'm going to remove the nozzle, clench yourself as I do," he was instructed.
Freddie clenched his sphincter hard but a slight jet of fluid dribbled down his
leg.

"Now stay there for a moment to let things work," came the instruction. Freddie
struggled to keep the pressure from forcing out the fluid but it was getting
tough. Suddenly he could stand it no linger and rushed into the adjacent
toilet. With a huge fart a jet of water and liquidescent shit jetted from his
arse into the toilet bowl. For what seemed an age his bowel convulsed
alternating between farting and jetting fluid. Once done he cleaned up and went
back into the examination room.

"All done? Good, you'll feel better for that." Matron grinned.

She reached into the cupboard and bought out a Winchester bottle. from it she
poured a quantity of yellowish fluid into a medicine glass.

"Finally you require you tonic. Drink this. " Freddie drank. The most
disgusting taste filled his mouth as the "tonic" flowed down his gullet.
Heroically his stopped himself puking on the spot.

"Good, now we're finished. You may go." came the most welcome phrases he had
ever heard. Freddie pulled on his clothes and left quickly before she changed
her mind.

Freddie got back to his dormitary and threw himself on the bed. The other guys
were sat reading. He voiced his disgust. "What a fucking place! I've only been
here one day and already I've had piss poured over me, had gallons of water
squirted up my arse by a mad woman and then half poisoned."

"The worst is probably over for now." Tim was solicitous. "What about my
mystery task?" Freddie asked. "Who knows?" answered Gerry. "You'll only know
when you're asked."

"And what about Matron? She's dangerous!"

"You haven't heard the half of it," Frank chipped in. "She has three
treatments. First there's her magic linctus - you've already had some. It is
her panacea for colds, flu and anaemia. Next she has her ointment. It's used
for athlete's foot, piles, burns you name it. If all else fails, she resorts to
enemas."

"Yeah, I know," Freddie groaned.

"She also has a thing about shit." Continued Frank. "She believes that the
colour and consistency of your shit is an indication of your health. You might
also have noticed that she doesn't use a glove when conducting a rectal
examination."

"Jesus! A nutcase." Freddie thought.

After such a lousy start Freddie was surprised how soon he slipped into the
routine of the school. Life was quiet with no bullying to speak of although the
one or two pupils who had resisted the toilet ritual had a poor time being
given all the nasty jobs to do.

A week or so before half term an outbreak of flu started in the school. Soon
the there were no more beds in the sick bay and one of the main dormitaries was
used as an isolation ward. Things became so difficult that given the proximity
of half term the headmaster decided to send all the pupils home. That is except
for Freddie. Because is parents were abroad he had nowhere to go for the
holiday. To make things worse he came down with the flu three days before the
break. That is how Freddie found himself on his own in the sick bay.

For the first two days Freddie was pretty sick and drifted in and out of a
fevered delirium. After a couple of days he began to ease out of the fever. Mid
afternoon on the second day he was awoken by the distinct impression that
someone was rummaging about under his bed clothes. He felt someone pull his
pyjama trousers down and then start licking his cock and balls.

Freddie half opened one eye and saw the blonde head of matron buried in his
crotch. As his cock stiffened he felt her take it into her hot mouth. She began
to bob her head up and down sucking has she did. His cock was rock hard. To his
surprise he felt he push her finger up his arse. She began to rub on the wall
of his rectum behind the base of his cock and amazing sensations flooded
through him. Freddie's cock began to spurt thick jets of semen and the matron
avidly gulped down each little drop. The suction on his cock magnified the
sensation a hundredfold and Freddie had great difficulty in maintaining the
pretence that he was asleep.

Even though he had finished ejaculating matron continued moving her finger in
his ass. She finally removed her finger for a moment only to replace it. From
her head movements she seemed to be chewing. Because of his illness Freddie
hadn't had a shit for two days and his rectum was pretty full of hardened
turds. He realised with shock that the matron was scooping lumps of shit out of
him and eating them. After a while the matron stood up and quietly left the
room.

Early that evening Freddie felt much better and was sat up in bed when matron
brought in his supper. "Feeling better I see, " she commented smiling. Freddie
noted with some perplexity that her skirt seemed unusually short. She returned
later to collect his supper tray. Taking it as she turned she dropped the tray
on the floor. She bent over by the bed to pick up the scattered. Her skirt rode
up and Freddie had a full view of her exposed behind only a matter of six
inches from his face. "That was no accident," he thought.

He fat arse was barely covered by a small pair of white knickers. She was
wearing stockings held up by white suspenders. The gusset of the knickers had
ridden up into the crack of her arse. Tufts of thick blonde hair spouted from
the sides of her knicker gusset. The matron new perfectly well that Freddie was
looking at her and she moved her arse nearer his face. So close in fact that he
could spell the musk from her crotch.

Then matron spoke: "In the name of St Euphemie I have a boon to ask." With a
shock Freddie realised that she was asking him to carry out his special task.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"Kiss me between my legs," came the reply. Freddie moved his head forward
pushing his nose into her crack and kissing her. The smell was atrocious!
Freddie sure that the knickers were not clean on that day. They smelled of a
mixture of stale piss and sweat. By rights he should have puked but instead his
cock came immediately to attention.

The matron pulled her panties off. Turning round she held them out towards
Freddie with the inside of the gusset exposed. The cotton was stained with
yellow piss marks and thick brown skid marks.

"Lick!," came the command. And Freddie licked. The material was damp from the
woman's sweat and other bodily fluids and the smell filled Freddie's nostrils.
He ran his tongue over the cloth tasting the sour saltiness.

"Get out of bed and kneel on the floor," came the next instruction. And Freddie
complied. The matron bent forward with her arse in front of Freddie's face.
"Lick my anus," she told him as she pulled her arse cheeks apart. Her crotch
was densely covered in pubic hair. Her labia were huge poking through the hair.
Her anus was less hairy and sat in a brown pigmented area. Freddie had never
seen an anus up close and was fascinated by the sight.

"Come on, lick it," the matron was getting impatient. Freddie licked. Her anus
was hot and very sweaty. There was a musky-bitter test which made Freddie's
blood surge. He couldn't resist and licked harder. The matron bucked her rear
in response. As Freddie licked her felt her anus open.

"Push your tongue in," came a gasped supplication. Freddie pushed with his
tongue and it slid into her rapidly opening orifice. The smell of shit was
stronger and Freddie desperately wanted to stop. The problem was that if he did
he would not have carried out his secret task.

The matron started the strain and her anus began to open. Freddie felt the end
of a turd press against his tongue. "Fuck she's shitting on me," he thought in
terror.

"Open your mouth and take my gift."

Reluctantly Freddie opened his mouth and pressed it over her anus. She pushed
harder and farted. Freddie struggled to cope with the blast of hot gas filling
his mouth. Things suddenly got worse as the turd entered his mouth. And worse
still it was soft and slimy. The shit mashed and slid over his tongue and mouth
filling his mouth with a foul bitter taste.

Freddie chewed desperately swallowing the filthy sludge. The matron
considerately stopped pushing to allow him to deal with the mouth full only to
resume once he had finished. This seemed to go on for ever and Freddie felt his
stomach fill to capacity with the woman's waste.

Eventually she finished and Freddie licked her gaping anus clean.

"You may now fuck my arse." In spite of his horrendous meal Freddie's cock was
almost bursting with lust. "Payback time!" he thought and he shoved his cock
into her arse as hard as he could. The matron yelped slightly at this treatment
but nevertheless pushed back to meet his thrust. After only a few seconds of
pushing hard into her sticky opening Freddie ejaculated violently into her
empty rectum. When he had finished the matron spoke. "Good, was that enjoyable?
I now have one final pleasure to indulge." She left the room and quickly
returned with a bottle of red wine and the enema pump.

"Bend over," she ordered." She then proceeded to fill Freddie's rectum with the
wine. There wasn't some much volume as before and Freddie found the sensation
quite pleasant once the initial chill of the wine had passed. The matron made
Freddie sit for half an hour. During this time she spread a plastic sheet on
the floor and stripped naked. Nude Freddie could she that she was more than a
little on the plump side with fabulous breasts. Large, sagging with dark
nipples.

Freddie started to feel a little light headed. I realised that some of the
alcohol from the wine was being absorbed through his bowel wall and he was
getting pissed.

The matron sat on the plastic sheet and told Freddie to squat over her. She
fixed her mouth over his anus and sucked. Little by little Freddie released the
contents of his gut. The matron drank avidly taking down the sludgy mixture of
wine and shit. Once done Freddie stepped away from her. She had streams of
reddish-brown ooze running from her mouth over her breasts where she had been
unable to drink the stream fast enough. She had a smile of total ecstasy on her
face.

To his surprise there was little follow-up to his encounter with the matron. He
received a short anonymous note informing him that St Euphemie was well pleased
in him as a true and faithful servant and that he was now a full brother in her
service. The matron treated him no differently to any other pupil.

Only later when as a sixth former he joined the secret council of St Euphemie
did he realise that it was a complete fraud designed to give entertainment.
Firstly it gave the senior boys the chance to have a bit of fun at the expense
of the new boys and secondly it gave the matron the chance to indulge in her
own fetishes. In her time she must have enjoyed the shit of hundreds of young
boys.

Remarkably Freddie was largely unaffected by it all. His psyche was not in any
way damaged, he did not become a delinquent scarred by his youth. He became a
successful businessman and married a beautiful woman. They had a successful
marriage which yielded three children. Apart from the odd touch of arse licking
during oral sex scat did not feature in his subsequent sex life.

What he couldn't quite understand however was how the thought of licking the
matron's hot shitty arse was guaranteed to give him a raging hard-on no matter
where he was or the circumstances.

Strange!

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