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Authors name: Gronkar (gronkar@hotmail.com)
Story title : Leda

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Leda (F+/beast)
by Gronkar (gronkar@hotmail.com)

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Sao Paolo, Brazil, 1923

When Alicia was a teenager her mother had thought her 
religious devotion to be only a phase. The girl had 
started rising before sunrise to attend early mass. This 
was very unusual for her family was composed of hard-
nosed merchants in the city of Sao Paolo and rarely had 
they the time for esoteric leanings. At first Alicia's 
mother suspected a boy. She was probably meeting some 
young rake at mass, or worst, a priest. This turned out 
not to be the case. Her mother just shrugged, thinking 
that Alicia's Jesus fixation would soon go away.

The women in Alicia's family were not prudes but like 
most upper-class Brazilian women they were all active 
zoophiliacs. Her mother and her two sisters kept a 
kennel with rottweilers and would mate with these 
frequently. It was an open secret, many of these 
households had kennels or even a stable housing a horse 
or donkey, though not one ever discussed it in polite 
conversation.

One night one of her sisters offered to introduce her to 
the art of dog loving. Alicia agreed reluctantly. The 
thought of loosing her virginity to a dog had not 
entered her mind. Her sister insisted. It was not as if 
she was sinning; lying with a man would be a sin, being 
with a dog was just fun. 

When the two girls entered the kennel, they found their 
mother knotted to a rottweiler. The older woman smiled 
as she saw her youngest daughter strip and get on all 
fours. An eager dog was produced and her sister guided 
the shaft towards Alicia's cunt. The dog was well 
trained and eagerly mounted Alicia. The dog penis soon 
punctured her hymeneal obstruction. Alicia found it all 
degrading but also very exciting and, eventually, fun. 
Her sister, meanwhile, had also gotten on all fours and 
was being mounted by a dog. All three women settled down 
to a passionate bout of dogloving. Pretty soon Alicia 
felt the knot for the first time in her life and enjoyed 
her first orgasm with a dog. From that day thereafter 
Alicia became an avid doglover.

Still, her religious inclinations would not go away. How 
could she reconcile her mating daily with a dog and then 
attend Mass? One day she posed the question to her 
confessor. The older man sighed. Another fine looking 
woman had gone to the beasts. Being rather liberal, 
however, the priest took it all in stride.

There was an apocryphal gospel, he explained, by one 
Baruch of Arimathea, that described how, when Jesus 
entered Jerusalem astride a donkey, he was followed 
behind by another donkey under which was strapped Marie 
Magdalene herself with the donkey's penis inside her. 
Did the story prove that the Church condoned bestiality? 
Not necessarily, noted the priest, it's just that these 
things do happen. Perhaps Baruch had just had an 
overactive imagination. No, the Church did not frown on 
bestiality, at least not the Brazilian Church, since 
there the practice was so endemic.

In fact, offered the priest, there was a particular 
order of nuns that might just suit Alicia's tastes, the 
so-called Naked Sisters of Marie Magdalene. They were 
bona-fide nuns and their motherhouse was in Recife, in 
northern Brazil. The Church did not advertise them, as 
it was sort of embarrassing, but they had gained 
acceptance under Pope Alexander VI, the Borgia Pope, a 
man who was pretty kinky himself, since it had been 
founded by his own daughter, Lucrezia, who had 
eventually entered its convent. Lucrezia had set it as a 
condition that a vow of chastity was no longer a 
requisite, other than a prohibition about mating with 
human males.

It was said that the vows of the sisters of Marie 
Magdalene included bestiality and nudity, among other 
things. The order was banned in Europe but thrived in 
Brazil. Perhaps Alicia could visit them, and, if she was 
so inclined, take the vows.

Joining a nunnery, even one composed of nudist 
zoophiliac nuns, was not an easy decision. When Alicia 
mentioned the matter to her mother, the older woman 
replied with a stern no. Alicia's father was also 
against the idea. Alicia was a plum prize. Marrying her 
well would advance the family's fortune. Another stream 
of unsuccessful suitors followed.

The years went by. Alicia grew up to become a handsome, 
attractive, woman. She steadily refused the advances of 
the numerous suitors that approached her. Even her 
sisters had been married off.

Finally, after refusing the marriage offer tendered by a 
very wealthy landholder, her mother took her aside. Was 
she mad? The man she had just said no to had ranches 
that were larger than some European countries! The man's 
brother had been president! And he was a dreamboat! Was 
it the knot? Did she not understand that the man knew 
they all mated with dogs and would allow her to continue 
doing so? But Alicia said nothing.

Frankly, the idea of lying with a man, even a rich, 
handsome one, filled her with revulsion. To pollute 
herself with a man's semen was revolting. To punish her 
intransigence, her family sent her out to their 
hacienda, close to the jungles of the Matto Grosso. The 
servants were vigilant and under strict instructions not 
to let her mate with any beasts.

One day, Alicia managed to escape her vigil and saddled 
a horse and went riding alone through the fields of her 
family's hacienda. Through the morning mists, she 
thought she saw a naked woman leading a donkey through a 
country road. She thought she was hallucinating and 
approached the unearthly vision carefully. It was real, 
all right, and when she hailed her the woman greeted her 
smiling. Except for a nun's wimple and a dildo looking 
crucifix she was a nude and sported penises tattooed on 
her face. 

Yes, she was a Naked Sister of Mary Magdalene, she 
explained, and yes, her vows did include nudity and 
bestiality. Alicia noticed how much at peace with 
herself the woman seemed. Indeed, agreed the nun, she 
was the freest of women, free of conventions, men, and, 
of course, clothing.

To prove her point, the nun proceeded to mate with the 
beast while a delighted Alicia held its reins. Alicia 
offered the nun the hospitality of her family's 
hacienda, but the nun declined, as she was in a hurry to 
take medicines to an Indian village in the jungle where 
there was an outbreak of cholera. 

After the mating finished Alicia reached for the 
retracting donkey's penis and held it in her hands, 
mesmerized by its size and girth. The nun recognized the 
look of love in Alicia and cupped her hands to capture 
the gobs of donkey semen coming out of her cunt and 
offered it to Alicia who knelt in front of her as if to 
receive communion. 

The taste was stronger, saltier, than her dogs' semen 
and tasted also of the woman's cunt but Alicia drank it 
eagerly, relishing if it were communion wine. Then a 
shout from one of the hacienda servants who had been 
sent to look for her brought her back to reality. The 
nun blessed her and departed in a hurry.

Every since that day, Alicia became obsessed with taking 
the vows of a Naked Sister of Mary Magdalene. Her family 
had now become very insistent that she be married and 
she was called back to Sao Paolo, for a suitor had been 
chosen for her, a gross looking fellow that owned a 
shipping line.

In the meanwhile, at her mother's insistence for she 
knew Alicia was suffering, she was allowed to resume her 
matings with the dogs. Despite the comfort the dogs 
provided, Alicia felt miserable. Her future husband was 
close enough to an animal as could be found in the human 
genre but still walked on two feet, most of the time. 
Her mother assured her that he would allow her to 
continue mating with dogs and was supposed to be well 
endowed herself.

The memory of the large donkey's penis entering the 
naked nun on a country road tortured her. How could any 
man's penis compete with that magnificent shaft? The 
night before her wedding, after repeated knottings, 
Alicia put together a makeshift traveling case, grabbed 
some money, and boarded the train to Recife. 

After days of travel, she eventually arrived in Recife. 
The man who she asked directions to the convent of the 
Naked Sisters of Mary Magdalene stared at her rudely. 
Old dog semen was trickling down her legs, a condition 
that Alicia hardly noticed anymore for that the normal 
state of the women in her family, but the man certainly 
did. He leered and pointed to an edifice on a hill 
overlooking the town. 

A dilapidated taxi took her and her meager belongings to 
the convent. It did not look impressive, surrounded by 
an old high wall that enclosed several hectares. Alicia 
rang the bell repeatedly without success until 
eventually a small hole opened through which an older 
woman stared at her. What did she want, asked the nun, 
in an unfriendly tone of voice. The question unnerved 
Alicia for a moment. She decided to be frank. She wanted 
a beast, she said imploringly, and to live nude, free. 
The hole slammed shut. 

Hours passed. Alicia waited patiently. The monsoon rains 
had already started and pretty soon she was wet and 
miserable. Finally, a small doorway creaked open and a 
female voice summoned her. She entered into a small, 
quite pleasant, courtyard where a naked woman wearing 
solely a crucifix and a nun's wimple stood.

Alicia tried to introduce herself but the woman ignored 
her and roughly removed her wet clothes. No clothes were 
allowed in the convent, she explained, and, anyway, she 
would catch pneumonia if she kept hers on. She then gave 
Alicia a dry towel and a glass of rum. The nun left, 
taking away Alicia's wet clothes and her luggage, and 
she was left sitting on a bench barely covered by the 
towel and sipping her rum slowly.

After nun returned, this time leading a large mastiff. 
Alicia smiled, this she could handle. The nun left 
without saying a word. Alicia inspected the dog and 
found that it had a fine-looking large and knobby penis 
and an overly large scrotum housing two overgrown 
testes.

Alicia did not know it, but its breed had been developed 
by the order over the years. It was well trained and 
seemed to know what to do and so did, of course, Alicia. 
After a short while Alicia was on her fours, firmly 
attached to the dog by its knot, and unable to uncouple.

Alicia was moaning orgasmically when the nun entered 
once more. Alicia felt no shame at being seen thus. The 
dog was wonderful, she told the nun, and had been 
cumming inside her steadily. Then nun nodded and 
produced a hypodermic with a milky substance. This she 
injected into an exposed portion of the dog's penis. 
Alicia felt the penis harden inside her and the knot 
actually increased in proportion. Alicia came 
repeatedly. The nun briefly caressed her breasts and 
left her thus. 

In her house, Alicia had seen her mother and sisters 
remain knotted for 30 minutes or more. The dogs, she 
knew, would eventually come and the size of the knot 
would decrease until she was able to uncouple. Alicia 
had already orgasmed repeatedly when she realized that 
her knotting was setting some sort of record. The dog 
whimpered and a steady stream of his semen would flow 
into Alicia. But he remained quite hard.

After what seemed an eternity, the nun emerged once 
more. She smiled at Alicia and then proceeded to inject 
the dog's penis once more. The substance kept the dog's 
penis rock hard, she explained. For a moment Alicia 
panicked, the knot was a delightful torture and she did 
not know how long her body could continue thus. 

Hours went by. Alicia lost count of her orgasms. Every 
so often the nun would come by and inject the dog's 
penis. The dog did not seem uncomfortable. Though his 
semen was no longer flowing, the penis remained quite 
hard. Alicia lost track of time. Night fell. The nun 
laid a set of old blankets caked with dried semen under 
her. Then Alicia laid down, still attached to the dog. 

The dog's whimpers woke her up. Dawn was approaching. 
Alicia was still knotted. The nun came by once more but 
this time she did not inject the dog's penis. She knelt 
next to Alicia. She laid Alicia's head on her lap and 
stroked her breasts. Alicia eventually managed to orgasm 
one last time. Then the knot went down and Alicia 
disengaged with a loud pop, leaving behind a yawning 
cunt. The nun placed herself on top of Alicia, in a 69 
position and started licking the dog semen coming out of 
the younger woman's cunt. 

Alicia had never had sex with another woman before. But 
when she saw the nun's rather dilated cunt in front of 
her she eagerly pressed her mouth to the nun's cunt. The 
cunt tasted of dog and of another animal she could not 
identify. 

The two women promptly reached orgasm. Alicia laid on 
the blankets, spent and fell asleep. The nun smiled 
mischievously and left, returning this time leading a 
donkey that was displaying a large, semi-erect penis. 
She woke Alicia up gently. Alicia stared with amazement 
at the new beast. Her muscles ached but did not complain 
when the nun directed her to get on all fours on top of 
a bench to offer her cunt to the donkey. The nun 
expertly positioned the beast and Alicia felt the hot 
donkey penis pressing against her cunt. 

It was a tight fit and took some doing but eventually 
Alicia felt the donkey's shaft entering her. The 
sensation of fullness was extraordinary and also 
painful. Alicia was thoroughly aroused for she knew this 
was the fulfillment of what she had wanted all her life. 
She started fucking the donkey with passion as the nun 
held the animal firmly and shouted her encouragement.

After a while the animal grew frenzied. She had to 
uncouple, said the nun with an edge of urgency in her 
voice. Alicia, she explained, is not yet ready to let it 
come inside her. Alicia pulled herself forward with 
regrets and the donkey's penis exited her. The nun made 
her kneel and then pressed the donkey's penis to 
Alicia's lips. The donkey came spectacularly, releasing 
a major volume of donkey semen into Alicia's face and 
mouth.

The nun smiled at her and helped her to her feet. Both 
women, but Alicia specially, were covered in donkey 
semen. The animal was braying loudly. Congratulations, 
said the nun, you have been baptized. And she kissed her 
on the lips and took her hand and led her into the 
convent.

The years went by. Alicia took the vows with the Naked 
Sisters of Marie Magdalene. She assumed the name Leda, 
after Saint Leda of Nicomedia, an apocryphal martyr that 
had been impaled on a horse penis for not marrying a 
pagan. Leda's vows included nudity, poverty, and 
bestiality. 

Opinions were mixed when Leda's family got the news of 
her new career. Her father, frankly, did not understand 
her religious devotion though he had gotten used to the 
bestiality that his wife and daughters openly practiced. 
The mother, however, convinced him to forgive Leda and 
set out to visit her in Recife. There the two women 
talked through a grill.

Her mother could see that Leda looked good. Except for 
her nun's wimple and a large dildo that masqueraded as a 
crucifix, she was nude and sported a dark, overall, tan. 
Her nipples stood proud and erect and the aureola were 
dark and ample. Her face bore several tattooed penises 
placed on her at ordination. Her cunt lips were 
distended and a steady flow of donkey semen oozed out 
from it. Was she happy, asked her mother.

Yes, replied Leda, beaming. Her life could not be 
better. The donkeys were very well endowed and their 
semen was abundant and delicious. She had never known so 
much freedom. The two women talked long and settled all 
their differences. When her mother left, she could hear 
the braying of a donkey behind the convent's walls.

The life of a nun was more than what Leda had expected. 
Their nudity was convenient in the tropics and the nuns 
all slept in simple, unadorned, rooms that had no doors. 
This led to a lot of nocturnal visitation and lovemaking 
amongst the sisters. As for the beasts, the nuns kept a 
wide menagerie of dogs and equines. Tradition required 
that at all times there would be a nun kept knotted with 
a dog or mating with an equine. Leda got easily 
accustomed to the cycle of praying, lesbian lovemaking, 
and animal mating that became her daily routine.

On a frequent basis, the sisters would venture out of 
the convent, wearing no clothes, of course. The first 
time Alicia was sent out nude on an errand into Recife 
she felt very self-conscious. She was, after all, an 
heiress to a well known and respected family, not the 
type you expected to be out on a market square strutting 
bare-ass naked with tattooed penises on her face. 
Thankfully, an older nun who tried to set her at ease 
accompanied her.

To her surprise, Leda found that the Brazilians paid no 
attention to their nudity. Like the sky-clad sadhus of 
India, they were revered and respected. After a while, 
Leda no longer felt any shame and was enjoyed walking 
around nude in public.

Another activity that the nuns engaged in was that of a 
mendicant, proselytizing, order. On these occasions, two 
of the sisters would venture out of the convent, naked, 
to spend a year wandering around the countryside. They 
would visit the more remote, isolated communities and 
there provide much-needed medical services and perform 
other charitable work. 

Leda participated in such a trek a few years after her 
ordination. She and another sister ventured on foot 
following the route of the Amazon. They led a well-
endowed donkey to carry medicines and other supplies and 
also to service their sexual needs. Leda thoroughly 
enjoyed her adventure and felt proud in the fact that 
she was retracing the steps of the unknown naked nun she 
had seen so many years before.

The Indian villages they visited received them 
hospitably. For one, the naked sisters did not insist, 
like the protestant missionaries did, in having the 
Indians be clothed, a foolish notion in the tropical 
jungle where clothing tended to rot easily. The sisters 
adapted easily to the native lifestyle, and would wear 
the body paint styles of their hosts. 

The nuns, because of their intimate knowledge of animal 
physiology, also provided veterinary services. At one 
hacienda Leda arrived, they managed to nurse the owner's 
prize stud stallion back to health and, as a means of 
showing that he was hale once more, mated with it 
repeatedly. In one village they arrived during St. 
Francis day, the date on which animals were 
traditionally blessed. Leda and her companion joined the 
celebration by publicly mating with all animals brought 
them.

The whole affair took several days and Leda serviced a 
wide variety of dogs, donkeys, ponies, mules, horses, 
and even a capybara. They all deposited semen libations 
into the vaginas of Leda and her companion. It was only 
at the protestant missions that Leda and her companion 
were unwelcome. There, a usually dour minister of Christ 
would curse and shoo them away lest the nude zoophiliac 
catholic nuns corrupted his flock. 

In the end, Leda and her companion and their donkey 
returned, happy, well bronzed from the tropical sun and 
covered in Indian body paint designs. Two other women 
that had asked to join the sisterhood, eager to partake 
of the free lifestyle the order offered, also 
accompanied them. They also escorted a flock of orphaned 
children they had picked up on their trek.

As Leda found out, the Naked Sisters of St. Mary 
Magdalene also ministered amongst prostitutes and 
battered women. More than once had an enraged sister 
confronted a brutal pimp that had been battering one of 
his women. The sisters also kept an orphanage and a 
hospital where impoverished women were given free 
birthing services and prostitutes were treated for 
venereal disease. Several of the sisters had been 
streetwalkers themselves and no one thought the less of 
them.

If anything, the activism of the order in protecting 
women's rights often proved embarrassing to the Church. 
The order was rich, since so many daughters of prominent 
families tended to join it, bringing their dowries with 
them. When the sisters were not raising Cain in the 
brothels their lawyers were causing headaches in the 
courts or in congress, the latter two being brothels of 
a sort.

One day a sister stabbed a pimp on the streets of Bahia. 
The man had been kicking one of his charges for getting 
pregnant. When the nun had interrupted him, he pulled 
out a knife on her. The nun had not been intimidated. 
She was a former prostitute, a tough gal, and she fought 
back. In the scuffle, the pimp's own blade had stabbed 
him. It was only a scratch and the police had promptly 
arrived to control matters. But the press had had a 
field day. 

Reluctantly, Archbishop Montoya, head of the Brazilian 
Church, had to take steps to bring in the order to 
obedience. He took the long train ride to Recife and 
there met with the head of the order. The mother 
superior received him in her study while in the nude, as 
was proper according to her vows. She was a handsome 
woman, noted Montoya, though the penises tattooed on her 
face could be distracting. Montoya just shrugged, this 
was Brazil and Rome was far, far away. He knew of 
congregations in the Amazon where the attendees, Indian 
tribes, would attend Mass wearing only body paint. 

The two clerics talked matters at length. Montoya did 
not want to humble the order. Their social work was 
beyond reproach and the pimp deserved everything he got. 
Still, a show of penance was required, at least a token 
bow to Church authority. What would be proper, inquired 
the mother superior. 

Montoya had several things in mind. Flaying and torture 
would not do, as it was said that the nuns enjoyed the 
sting of a good whipping on a daily basis as atonement 
for their past sins. The mother superior's multiple 
healed lash scars on her bare back and buttocks 
evidenced that she herself enjoyed the sting of the 
lash. Denying them to lay with beasts would be against 
their vows and over cruel, particularly to the beasts. 

Perhaps, offered the mother superior, the order could 
sponsor an entry into the bellyriding procession held 
during the Rio Mardi Gras. Montoya pondered this, albeit 
briefly. Bellyriding consisted of having a woman being 
strapped under a horse nude, with the horse penis inside 
her and her legs tied against the flanks of the horse. 
The penis was kept hard by yerba dura, a naturally 
occurring viagra precursor. The two, woman and horse, 
were kept thus coupled for three days and their nights. 
The bellyriders led thus in public through the streets 
of Rio, unashamedly and to the cheers of onlookers, 
while escorted by a samba dancing school.

Yes agreed Montoya, this would be fine with him, if it 
were a nun that was the bellyrider. And, as a show of 
humility, the bellyriding nun should agree to service 
orally any man on the street that requested it. Fine, 
agreed the mother superior, though it would be best if a 
small fee, at least a symbolic one, were collected for 
each blowjob. After all, noted the mother superior, they 
were followers of Marie Magdalene and it would be 
unseemly to give out their services for free. A portion 
of the funds could go to the orphanage and, of course, 
to the archbishop, to support his pious work.

Thus it was that the order purchased several uncut 
stallions. Donkeys, though well equipped, had proven to 
be too short legged for proper bellyriding. The Recife 
motherhouse soon witnessed several nuns in training. 
Leda was amongst the nuns volunteering and she looked 
forward to being chosen. Despite her dislike of men, 
that she would have to blow these in public did not 
bother her. After all, the reputation of the order would 
be enhanced and the money collected would go to a worthy 
cause. But the first year Sister Libida was selected, 
since she had been known for her oral skills as a 
prostitute before taking her vows. 

Sister Libida soon journeyed down to Rio accompanied by 
Leda who was to be her escort. For the three nights of 
Mardi Gras Sister Libida was kept naked and coupled 
underneath a horse on a corner in a Rio thoroughfare. 
Her straps were kept loose enough that her face 
protruded from beneath the horse yet insured the horse 
penis remained inside her. During the three nights of 
Mardi Gras a long line of men eagerly queued to be 
serviced orally by the nun.

Leda meanwhile stood next to her, holding on to the 
reins, sounding a campanile to attract customers, and 
collecting the payments. Leda felt envious but took the 
matter philosophically, her turn would soon come. It 
was, rather, her having to wear a habit during Mardi 
Gras, the first clothes she had worn in over ten years, 
that proved to be more galling.

During the daytime, Sister Libida and her horse were 
quartered in a secluded courtyard behind the cathedral. 
The two were remained coupled and every once in a while 
Leda would inject yerba dura into his shaft to keep it 
hard. Sister Libida walked with some difficulty after 
her three-day continuous horse fuck. In the end, the 
Church's bellyrider entry proved to be a success and the 
archbishop's coffers fattened and the order added a new 
wing to their hospital.

Soon it was Leda's turn to bellyride. The first two 
nights were uneventful. Though she found men's penises 
to be puny in comparison to that of horses, she eagerly 
fellated all that requested her services. Her mount, 
however, had proven hard to manage, unused to the sounds 
and bustle of Rio. It was at the beginning of the third 
night that the accident happened. Leda's horse was 
startled by some fireworks and grew frenzied. Leda 
almost bit off the man she was fellating when the horse 
reared.

The escorting nun, Sister Martina, was young and 
inexperienced. The poor woman had been kicked by the 
horse, lost consciousness and let go of the reins. Leda 
reached for the leather loops hanging from the saddle to 
keep herself from sinking deep into the shaft. She felt 
her torso being carried to an upright position as the 
horse reared and the pressure in her cunt increased, 
brutally. Then, inexorably, gravity pulled her down. She 
felt something tear inside her and a sharp pain in her 
cunt and mercifully lost consciousness.

When she came back to, hours had gone by. Her horse was 
at a standstill. Samba music filled the air as the samba 
schools paraded. Sister Martina was holding onto the 
reins. She had a bandage around her head and one of her 
eyes was almost closed. Leda felt coolness against her 
pubes and realized with horror that it was the horse's 
balls. She had taken the whole shaft, to the hilt. She 
was impaled.

Sister Martina advised her not to move. Sunrise was only 
a few more hours away. The nuns had to obey the taboo 
that kept an impaled bellyrider strapped until the end 
of the third day. As soon as dawn broke she would then 
be unstrapped and taken to surgery. An ambulance was 
standing by. The bishop had arranged it all. It was all 
her fault, said Sister Martina, weeping, for not holding 
on to the reins more strongly. Leda touched her brow and 
forgave her. 

The shaft felt as if it were up to her throat, though 
Leda knew that that was not possible. She tasted, 
however, horse semen and knew that it had come up from 
her innards. But her body felt numb. There was no pain. 
Why? Sister Martina then told her that she had been 
given drugs to ease matters. Leda started praying the 
rosary and resigned herself to her fate.

Leda ran her hands along her belly. The shaft, she felt, 
was getting flaccid. It would soon require more yerba 
dura. It would probably cause further damage, even kill 
her outright, but the yerba dura would prevent it from 
ejaculating inside her more. It wouldn't matter, she 
knew, with all the semen the horse had deposited into 
her body, peritonitis was a given. Leda did not think 
the matter further. She gestured to Sister Martina to 
apply the injection. She would not die on a flaccid 
shaft. Soon she felt a warm column of horse meat harden 
inside her.

Now, said Leda, she had not travelled all the way to Rio 
to just lie under a horse. Let the men line up again, 
she pleaded. If she was to die, it would be better if 
she had a penis in her mouth in the end. So Sister 
Martina started sounding her campanile to summon the 
bystanders and soon they queued up to Leda to be 
serviced.

The wily sister Martina, however, doubled the price, for 
being fellated by an impaled woman was a rare privilege. 
Leda sucked on bravely, swallowing as much as she could 
in her impaled state. But then her motions had 
stimulated the horse to orgasm. She knew it was going to 
come and commended her soul to Christ. Then, she felt 
her horse flare and come inside her and a stream of 
horse and human semen erupted out of her mouth. She lost 
consciousness and Sister Martina thought she had drowned 
in horse semen and gave her the last rites.

Leda was rushed to surgery as soon as the dawn broke. 
Her prospects were not good. Archbishop Montoya had seen 
to it that the best surgeons were made available. 
Miraculously, Leda survived. She spent the next six 
months undergoing repeated operations and recuperating 
in a private clinic in Rio. Alas, the price she paid was 
steep. Her body had suffered extensive damage, 
particularly her intestinal tract. Her womb had to be 
removed and she was in constant pain and walked with 
difficulty. 

When she returned to Recife, Leda was received as a 
heroine and the sisters made all efforts to keep her 
comfortable. But Leda was moody and depressed. She 
longed for the shaft and repeatedly wished she had died 
on it. Slowly, time healed her outlook. Her mood 
improved considerably when she was again allowed to mate 
with a beast.

Admittedly, it was a dog, a labrador, whose proportions 
were not even close to that of an equine. The whole 
affair took some doing for she was in much pain and 
required the help of several of the sisters to position 
her to receive the dog's penis. When she again felt the 
familiar sensation of the knot inside her, Leda wept 
tears of joy.

Two years later, when Mardi Gras again approached, Leda 
again asked to be allowed to ride. Her cunt, she 
explained, had recuperated and was now a yawning cavern 
for the labia no longer met. She was ready to mate with 
a horse again. The mother superior denied her request. 
She already had done her part for the order and her body 
had suffered enough.

There were plenty of younger nuns, with far more elastic 
vaginas, that were willing to bellyride. Precisely 
because she had suffered so much, argued Leda, she 
should be allowed to bellyride. After all, she knew her 
life expectancy was shortened, therefore, why put 
another sister at risk? The two women argued long on the 
points until finally Leda won the mother superior's 
tentative consent.

So a few weeks before Mardi Gras Leda recruited Sor 
Martina to help her prepare. She had the younger nun 
repeatedly fist her to get used once again to large 
objects. The pain was excruciating at first but in the 
end she was able to accommodate both Sor Martina's 
hands. It was time to try out a horse.

In preparation for the trial, the mother superior 
insisted that Leda set her affairs in order. Leda's 
father had recently died, willing her a considerable 
fortune. Leda was now incredibly wealthy yet the thought 
of leaving the order and retire to enjoy her wealth did 
not occur to her. Instead, she had the family solicitor 
make out her will in which she donated all her earthly 
goods to the order. 

One morning, after Mass, Leda felt herself physically 
and spiritually ready to receive the horse shaft once 
again. A mount was prepared for her in a convent hall. 
This was a large horse, a warm blood, at least 14 hands 
tall and with a shaft that flared considerably when 
coming. Several sisters helped Leda unto the harness and 
gently tied her up in place. The mother superior asked 
her if she was still willing and Leda nodded in 
agreement. She was then given absolution and the trial 
began.

Sister Martina injected the horse penis with yerba dura. 
The shaft slowly dropped out of its sheath. While still 
flaccid, Sister Martina held the head against Leda's 
cunt. The shaft continued to extend and easily slipped 
into her distended cunt. Leda moaned from both pain and 
pleasure and a leather strip was placed between her 
teeth. The shaft grew harder and longer.

She felt her torso being pushed forward by the huge 
shaft but the ropes kept her tied in place. The pressure 
was intense and the ropes were biting deep into her 
body. Inch by inch, the member slid into Leda. Despite 
her training, the distension was incredibly painful. 
Leda was now in tears and biting hard on the leather 
bit. The shaft continued to enter, relentlessly.

The mother superior asked her if she wanted it to be 
taken out. Leda whimpered and shook her head. The brutal 
distension continued until finally Leda had almost a 
foot of horse penis inside her. The penetration had 
finished. She was!
 now ready to be led around.

The nuns let her sit thus for a bit until she regained 
her strength. The ropes holding Leda in place were 
tightened so that there would be little play when the 
horse moved. She was just a living sheath wrapped around 
the horse shaft. Sor Martina let her know that she was 
about to start leading the horse. Leda dug her face into 
the horse's chest and grabbed the leather loops hanging 
at the side. The first step caused Leda to shriek, 
letting go of the leather bit.

So Martina, at the mother superior's instructions, 
ignored her cries and continued to lead the horse slowly 
around the hall. Leda felt the huge piston ramming her 
insides with every step. She expected the tear to occur 
any moment but her scar tissue held. Due to her 
injuries, Leda no longer had the ability to orgasm but 
she started feeling a curious arousal overcoming her. 
Yes, she knew she could survive the ordeal and, if it 
killed her, she was past caring. 

The sisters followed the curious procession singing 
chants and praying. The mother superior meanwhile kept a 
hand on the exposed portion of the horse's shaft, 
gauging when the horse was ready to come. At the mother 
superior's signal, the walk was ended. Sister Martina 
was admonished to hold the horse steady. Leda stared 
wide-eyed from beneath the horse.

The moment of truth was approaching. Already she was 
feeling a warmness as the horse's precum filled her. The 
horse started to stomp and whinny. The mother superior 
massaged the shaft and the balls to coax the orgasm. A 
sister pushed the leather bit into Leda's mouth. Then 
the flare came. Leda felt the initial tremors and then 
the shaft flared and she thought that the inevitable had 
happened, that the shaft was tearing indeed her in two.

Her shriek was heard outside the convent's walls. Then 
slowly the shaft retracted and popped out of Leda's 
cavernous orifice. Thankfully, instead of blood and 
entrails it was only semen that gushed out of her. The 
sisters chanted with joy. Leda had survived. The trial 
was a success.

Leda returned to the Rio Mardi Gras and survived her 
bellyride. She even managed to bellyride for a few more 
Mardi Grases. Eventually, she retired from bellyriding, 
not wanting to deny the honor to other sisters. She was 
eventually appointed mother superior and governed her 
sisters with a gentle yet firm hand for a few years.

Eventually, she died, peacefully, in her sleep, while 
strapped under a horse. She was still rather young but 
all the injuries she had suffered had contributed to her 
death. A movement was started to canonize her but the 
matter was dropped since Rome was not sympathetic; 
however, this did not keep unofficial shrines to her 
from cropping throughout the Brazilian countryside. She 
is known as Santa Leda la Empalada and these home-grown 
sanctuaries display a statue of Leda bellyriding impaled 
with the entire horse shaft inside her. To assure good 
crops and the fertility of their beasts the locals 
anoint the figure with animal semen.

Soon after Leda's death, the foreign protestant missions 
exerted pressure on the Brazilian government to curb the 
activities of the Naked Sisters of Mary Magdalene. In 
turn, the government pressured Rome. The Holy See had 
only been looking for an excuse to discipline the order 
and the Pope did so. The order's wealth went to the 
bishoprics and to Rome, which stifled all protests from 
the Brazilian hierarchy.

The sisters were forced to become a run of the mill, 
dressed, order. The penis facial tattoo was also 
outlawed and those nuns that still sported it were 
forced to wear a mask. Membership dropped considerably 
for many sisters abandoned the order, many being forced 
again to resort to prostitution to earn a living, 
unfortunately. The endowments also dried up, for no 
longer did the daughters of prominent Brazilian families 
seek entry into the order.

Thus, much to the regret of all Brazil, there are no 
longer naked activist nuns roaming though the 
countryside and streets protecting the weak and 
defenseless. Their convent still stands, rather forlorn, 
on the hill overlooking Recife, though, as the Church 
inspectors regularly verify, no untoward sexual 
activities take place, just praying and fasting.

The orphanages and hospitals they sponsored, however, 
are still active, though now secularized. In one 
hospital a large oil painting honors the sisters and 
shows them engaged in various sexual activities with 
animals; however, the painting has been moved to a back 
room and the hospital management is reluctant to show it 
to visitors. 

As for the Rio Mardi Gras, a rash of fatal accidents and 
the censure of foreign governments caused the government 
to ban bellyriding in 1946. However, it is said that 
even today the women of the Brazilian upper class 
families still practice zoophilia, in the privacy of 
their backcountry haciendas, that is. Once in a while 
these families will host an itinerant nun of the 
(clothed) order of St. Mary Magdalene, admittedly to be 
lectured on the gospels. The nun usually arrives leading 
a donkey, to carry her road supplies, of course.

His braying is usually heard through the night...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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