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...