Chapter 90: Chapter 90: The Nun

Introduction:

Sister Sofi is welcomed into the Order of the Magdalenes and begins her life naked while ministering to the village. She also meets Anton, the handyman with a very large cock.

I was taken aback by the enthusiastic and welcoming response after the uncertainty of the long night I had just experienced. We were still gathered outside the open gate of the compound and I spotted a few villagers stop in their early morning routines to watch our gathering at the end of the well-beaten path from the village to the compound. It caused me to blush under the layer of dripping cum but, when the sisters noticed, they giggled at my reaction.

"You’ll get used to exposure, Sister." This came from an older nun.

The nun I had been interacting with much of the night seemed to feel this was a time for introductions. "Soon, little Sister, we will let you bathe, sleep, and join us for our mid-day meal and prayers. After our prayers I will ask you for your decision."

"My decision, Sister?"

"Yes. I would like you to join our little Order, but I would like you to be rested and to pray on the decision, first." I nodded. "Now, for quick introductions since we are all present ..." She suggested that I begin:

Sister Sofi. A recently accepted nun in an order in Sao Paulo. I am clearly the youngest at 23 years old. My body is trim and athletic on a 5’ 2" frame of only 100 pounds. My breasts are full but pert matching my frame. I explained the conflicts in my mind given the tight restrictions in the modern world and my confession to the convent priest and his studies, theories, and assistance leading me here.

Mother Maria. The senior sister who provides leadership and direction for the group. She is in her mid-50’s. She is a few inches taller than me and thin. She also performs some missionary duties, which extend beyond the village but confesses it has become harder to sustain the rigors of jungle travel as she has gotten older.

Sister Ana. She is in her upper 50’s. She is about 5’ 6" tall and round. She is the cook and laundry for the sisters. She bakes bread and pastries for the sisters and for trade in the village.

Sister Mariana. She was the oldest in her early 60’s. She is the gardener. She raises vegetables for the sisters and also for trade in the village. She also raises some plants and herbs used for medicinal purposes and gathers other native herbs and plants in the vicinity used for cooking and native medicine. She had become the source of medicinal knowledge gathered over the years from the tribes in the region.

I am shocked that their group is now only three and all quite old. But, before I could verbalize anything, Mother Maria was already sending me off with Sister Ana for my bath and a cot inside the structure. The bath was lukewarm water in a crafted tub. A quick conversation with Ana verified what I should have already deduced: reaching the village had taken me well outside of modern conveniences like electricity, gas or oil heating, or lamps, or many modern tools, or comforts. Beyond the village into the jungle and the tribes there, it becomes more primitive still. It also explained why the collection of native herbs and plants for medicines become so important.

I was so exhausted from not having good sleep and the activities of the previous night. I was slightly embarrassed that Ana was bathing me, but was too tired and relieved to do anything about it. I didn’t even remember moving from the bath to the main structure and a cot, when my next awareness was being awakened by Mariana. She was standing next to my cot with my head piece and veil. It had been cleaned while I slept but only partially dried, I noticed as I fixed it to my head and sat upright before her.

She smiled, "Yes, it is still damp. Cloth doesn’t dry very quickly in the jungle. It helps explain why the natives prefer to be naked. And, since they do, we do." As we approached a large room with a large table and stools around it with the other sisters, "We don’t have an extra pair of sandals for you but there is a craftsman in the village who makes them."

I touched her shoulder, "Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind, but I have always enjoyed being barefoot when I could. I’ll see if I can manage it here."

Ana had prepared plates of bread, vegetables, and a bowl of rice with some kind of meat mixed in. I didn’t ask and they didn’t explain. I ate like I hadn’t eaten for days which was the reality. The conversation was casual and light. They engaged in some light teasing about the "new girl" and the donkey. I blushed profusely but I could see it was all in good fun to see how I might fit into the group. I also noticed Mother Maria watching me closely throughout. I felt she was ready to control the flow of the teasing, if necessary.

We all helped Ana in clearing the table and depositing the scraps from our wooden plates in a wood bucket in the kitchen. I would later find that the bucket would be dumped into the pen with hogs.

Prayers were a different experience. At a formal convent in a major city such as where I had come from, prayers were quite structured and Mass was a daily experience. This was much less structured and resembled little of the liturgy I was familiar with. And, there was no priest for mass.

After prayers, I was expecting a moment of commitment to this Order, but Mother Maria asked me to walk with her. She led me outside and out of the compound and down the well-worn path to the village. I hesitated when I realized where we were headed but she merely reiterated that I will get used to being naked. I was beginning to wonder about that, though. It was one thing to be naked in the compound and another thing to be naked in the village where some people wore some kind of clothing, though perhaps only a loin cloth. As we entered the edge of the village, I quickly realized that our nakedness was not something that seemed to impact the people at all. Adults respectfully nodded to the Mother and smiled at me in apparent recognition of being new. Mother introduced me to several people along the way as a new nun, but said it in a way that indicted it was still undecided but the sisters were hopeful. Several children ran excited past us and waved joyfully. One little naked girl stopped and took my hand and followed us for a short while before becoming distracted by something other children were doing.

Mother Maria was trying to have a discussion about duties and the Order, but she was having difficulty with the many interruptions until we reached the river and sat on the edge of the dock. The dock was deserted with no small boats or canoes and, finally, provided a quiet and private opportunity for us. She was established into the role of ’Mother Superior’ of the Order over a decade ago. The title holds little meaning as the Order has dwindled in size over time. When she came as a young nun from a village along the river, the Order was thriving with over a dozen sisters ministering and serving even into villages along the river doing trade and interaction with the outside world. As always happened in history, though, the Church wanted to control what was working so well, already. The Order was under threat and was pushed further into more remote regions until it came to this location. She touched her own naked body. As they went further into the jungle regions, their practice and customs took on the forms and practices of the peoples. They began not wearing as much coverings until they were naked like the people. They supported more of the practices of the various tribes in order to be accepted by them and to assist them. It isn’t ministering like the Church would have them do with conversion in religious practice and teachings. They don’t try to supplant beliefs but to lay teachings and ideas alongside those of the people and in that way become accepted to help them thrive without interfering.

"It’s a delicate balance of ideals and practice. Many of the tribes out here and beyond are little changed over centuries. Some of the practices, myths, and ceremonies will seem primitive and suspect for a modern, reasoning mind. But we’ve chosen a path of support and service over ideology." Our eyes met and I nodded my head. I understood the difference between what she was describing and the what my training would otherwise dictate. I was reminded of what the priest had told me, what had fired me up to come out here and attempt to find this Order. What they were doing might be in conflict with preaching the controlling, subjective words ordained by men half way across the globe, but they were instilling the love and care and peaceful attitude at the core of what the original message was.

Our toes dangled in the water like a couple of girls escaped from the real-world. She patted my naked thigh, "I am sorry for putting you through so much so quickly, but ... we had to be sure." I tilted my head at her. Sure of what? "This small group might be all that remains of Magdalenes. We were dying out as an Order but still were of service even if less effectively in spreading the Gospels. The Magdalenes have been pursued and eliminated by incorporation or ... otherwise ... for two thousand years. If our Order was to die out, we wanted it to be naturally, not forced. As we became old, tired women, there was less and less htat our bodies could do even with an undying spirit of will. So, we had to test you severely in a manner that a sister of the Church could not perform if spying. I am sorry for that ..."

I put my own hand on her thigh and stroked it. She watched my hand move over her skin and sighed. A small shiver ran through her. She looked into my eyes with softness. I said, "I came looking for you because I wanted to serve in a way that allowed an open expression because I learned something of what the Magdalenes were in practice. I didn’t know what I might encounter or be asked to perform in service but I was willing. Your test only reinforced within me how committed I am to that cause."

She pulled me to her in an explosion of emotion, relief, and gratitude. My thighs and butt moved over the rough wood surface of the dock until our thighs came together. She managed to turn my shoulders as she turned hers so we were in an intense hug. It felt odd to be in such emotional and physical contact with another nun, our breasts in naked contact squashing into each other. I wondered if I should be embarrassed or ashamed that my body reacted with enjoyment and excitement. But I didn’t feel either embarrassed or ashamed. It only felt real and natural.

She rose to her feet and I followed her lead, as I was determined to do without hesitation from this moment on. She surprised me, again, pulling me into another deep hug, her hand on my lower back and holding me tightly. She pulled back slightly and looked into my eyes with a big smile, "The sisters are very excited to have you here." I furrowed my brows in question. "To have such a young and obviously lusty body here, again. It has been a long time for us, dear." She leaned in as if anyone might be around to overhear, "Our bodies have become old. We might have the will but ..." She paused as if running a list of something through her mind. Then, excitement seemed to take over her face, too. "There are many things we have neglected in the past years. The tribes will be excited, too. Oh ... this is wonderful, Sofi."

That was all she would say about it. I puzzled over what she had left unsaid, which seemed like a lot, and I asked questions, but they all seemed united in the belief that it was better for me to discover for myself what might be expected as I made the encounters. They confided that there would be challenges but for me to remember why I was sent to them, as they now firmly believed that was what had happened ... I was sent to them to re-energize their little Order in service to the tribes.

For several days after my arrival, passing their admittedly extreme tests, and acceptance into the Order, I was eased into the village routine. I was introduced to people, learned the ordinary activities of caring and teaching and supporting. I found there was little actual preaching and doctrine teaching. The sisters merely supported and gave care to anyone needing it. What doctrine was taught was simply to live in peace and acceptance of one another.

I was always exhausted at night when I finally settled onto my cot for sleep. My body adjusting to the heat and humidity, the seemingly constant activity in the village and efforts of maintaining the compound with cleaning, feeding the various animals, and assisting in tending to the growing of food items. The difference between what I was now experiencing in service and what I had been exposed to at the convent were stark. Obviously, my dress ... or lack of dress. But more was the unrestricted gift of caring and giving. It didn’t come with the price tag of conversion or commitment to the Church’s doctrine and requirements of living and thinking and believing. What we had and what we gave were free without any strings or requirements attached. The simple teaching of peace and acceptance weren’t even pushed. It was as though by osmosis our attitudes would be transmitted to them. And, it seemed to work. In the quiet moments before sleep took hold of me, it was reinforced that they were the real message initially given to the followers from the beginning.

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