Belly Riders

Chapter One

Editor’s Note: This story was originally posted by Jillian, and Pomponio Magnus in Kristen’s Archives. You may PM me to get the web address if desired.

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. However, 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 Rottweiler’s 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 losing 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 dog loving. 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 dog lover.


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.