Conclave

He had not enjoyed the meal, but these nuns were never really in the habit of offering food that would please a man. He turned from the dinning room and ignored the fat belly of the young black haired beauty that tried to grab his arm. An older woman in charge of the order walked over the threshold of his place and said "Master Salidan would you like to be treated to one of the new girls tonight? I am sure they could be very pleasing when a man of your," her face grimmed, and then she said "Your disposition calls for it."

 Master Talman Salidan shook his head, "None tonight Mother Meline, is Jasmin almost ready to go into labor?" He turned the corner of the large old castle shaped building they occupied and took in the massive view of the pacific ocean. He had accepted this job under some restrictions and it seemed as if Mother Meliene was attempting to break those.

 "Not for another week or so, but I would like to use you as a breeder for one of the other girls, Rachel or Sabrina would be very suited for you" She had been pushing this on him for days now, and she put her hand on his shoulder and kissed his mangled face. "You never told me why youi made me swear to those restrictions you promised Master Salidanj." She then felt him thrash his arm out at her and she was pushed back into the room they occupied. He was not a man to be tried with, a master swordsman who knew every form of combat with a saber like men know the steps of their childhood home. She knew to veer away from him, to give him a wide range to operate, but she was weary of him as well.

 His eyes flared, he hated it when women forced themselves on him, he placed his hand on the face that had been kissed by the Blessed Mother, the woman in charge of this fendsih experiment in female biology and social graces. He shook his head "No Mother Meline, I told you, that I was engaged in that only duel becaue Jane wanted to see how strong I was, and she saw me cut and brused and saw me begg for her mercy and she never called him off. She saw me sobbing as her brother simply stood over me cutting at me with his saber, thats how I got this." He raised his right hand and showed the skin underneath his modern cloths, a thick layer of metal and wires that served in place of a God given hand. He had to calm himself before speaking again, "I will make a deal with you mother, I will tell you what brought me to the Conclave if you stop trying to use me as one of your breeders, Im security, got it?" The elder woman shook her head, not that she was much older then he but old enough to be in her mid fourties.

 He walked down the large room that was granted him by the men who owned this camp, by the Blessed Mother who went about orgonizing the births and impregnations of these woman, then he saw in his chair. He smiled at the arrogant woman who was Goddess of all she survayed and then in the distance the screams and yelps of another young whore going into labor filled his ears. "Do you know why I selected this room to be my own?" She shook her head and sat down in the small arm chair opposite the large lazy boy recliner and she felt the airconditioner turn on with all the wonders that technology brought. "So I can hear that wonderful music, the sounds of women going into labor and experiencing more pain and horror is something I have longed to experience for ten years. You see your Blessed one I was the most compasionate man I can really ever imagine. I loved the idea of being a husband and a father some day and so I devoted my life to being kind to women and treating women as they should be treated."

 "How did you feel they should be treated Master Salidan?" A look of concern came over her face, the men who picked him to be the head of security were the same ones who picked her to be in chage of all pregnancy matters and conceving matters.

 A knock on the door and then Kaylee walked into the room, she was a cute girl form a well respected family in the Americas and she bowed respectfully. "Mother, Penelope Grove is going into labor, you may have heard her screams."

 Mother Meline waved her hand and said calmly "Take her to the birthing room, the one with the sturrups and straps to hold her in the bed. I might be there shortly, and inform Greenbier Childrens home to get ready for another arriaval."

 The young woman bowed, looked at the floor, and walked out calmly. Master Salidan watched the attractive body ofthe girl walk out and he continued his story. "I was something of a geek Mother, coming from a family that had been seperated by a worthless drunken father and a mother who was overbearing and dominate I decided to be more of a man then my father. I saw how much disrespect he had for women and then chose to combat that by having more respect for them then he ever did have. I put women on a pedistal, I adored them and loved them. I always wanted to be told that I was good enough to be with a woman even though my father told me I was not. He used to tell me I was too much like him, and that I was a born falier who would never be good at anything but loosing" For a moment he reflected, he pointed to the mask he wore "He gave me my disfigurement at my seventeenth birthday and said I would now look to rest of the world as I look to women, ugly and useless. He was drinking that day like he usually did by a bon fire and pushed me face first into it, I am lucky to have survived. Ever since then every woman I ever knew told me how disgusting they thought I was, and how wretched a human being I was for not being a rich man with money and power. I remember in high school the women I liked would always make me look down at the floor otherwise their boyfriends would punish me. They would hit me, they would knock me to the floor and kick me and they would chase me home after school and bar me from any social graces or projects they undertook. You see Blessed Mother I would prey that God would send me a miricale, a blessing who would show me that I am not useless, and worthless and wretched as these women all said I was."

It was suprising to hear this, Mother Meline had not imagined the muscle bound swordsmaster had come from such a horrid background as this, she saw the mask he wore seem to shake with his face convulsing as memory took over and pain and hate consumed his being. What a horrible punishment it must have been, for a man who holds women to such high regard to be treated in that way, and to be told by everyone that they were right. "May we turn on the tv so we can watch Penelope go into labor for the first time?"

The man handed her the remote and turned on the screen at the far end of the room. On the screen the young beauty queen who had been sent here by her family as punishment for crimes unknown to the Mother was experiencing more pain then she imagined. She as being heled down by two older nuns and one in between her legs strapping her feet into sturrups. Master Salidan smirked at the sceen, "This is wonderful, I sometimes imagine that those women who are beign forced to go through that pain are sometimes the women who made me feel like shit in high school, and beyond. Women throughout my life never told me anything differenet, all they ever told me was that women care about nothing save money, power, and strength. So I eventually lost faith in God, he never sent me anywomen to cheer me up, or to show me that women were anything but brutal beasts who cared nothing for me. I focused on strength, and went to college to be a master swordsman never once flenching from my goals to become successful. I took ever class I could find, took every opponant I could, and still no matter what city in America I went to women treated me the same. I was never once offered the kindness of a woman talking to me, or if they would it was only to try and take something from me that they wanted. I was far too wretched to ever be granted the supreme joy of even holding hands, and yet I kept trying to get stronger.

"One day five years ago, something changed that had never happened to me ever before, a woman wanted to talk to me. I had moved in to a small appartment complex in the lower east side of LA and I was getting my things into my room when I saw a woman struggeling with a key. I never did denounce my knightly ways of acting towards them so I offered to help. Turns out she was blind, just what I had always wanted, a blind woman who would judge me based on how I treated her as opposed to how I looked. I helped her with her things, and was even invited into her room for dinner that night. For a moment I began to wonder if this was what I had prayed for, if this was what I had logned for, someone who needed me and wanted to be with me. I let her talk and let myself be bogged down by feelings of misplaced compassion and longing to be emotionally close to someone. I even went so far as to ask her out on a date, then discovered she was married. I cannot begin to express to you the furry that I felt at that moment Mother, I cannot tell you the anger and hate that flowed through me for I simply left the table I was at there and then. I realized there must not be a God, he was supposed to answer prayers and grant rewards to those who were faithful and loyal to him. I saw none of this, I had been faithful, I had been loyal so why was it that I who did everything that a good man was supposed to do, was still being treated the same way? Why had no woman ever wanted anything to do with me? I realized believing in God was not going to get me to meet a woman, nor to have a family, nor to get a girl pregnant. So From then on I denounced God for if there was such a entity he surely had no further care for me then I did for serving one that had no compassion for me." Master Salidan paused he had to collect himself so he drew his attention to the image of the woman giving birth, she had been just revieled to the room why she was here, and it was not shocking. Her family had been very conservative, and she hated men. She was a lesbian and her family found out she was making love to one of the female maids. They sent her here to correct her, to show her what joys being with a man could bring and what the punishment was for going against her family.

Mother Meline shook her head, "I never imagined what had lead you here, I only knew what my employers said when they hired you, that you would protect this place with all your heart and you have done just that. The women here are scared of you, Jasmine is very scared of you and she carries your baby in her stomach. I have noticed you go to see the women give birth when you have nothing to occupy yourself with, would you like to watch this young woman?"

He shook his head, they left the small room and walked down a short corridor to the birthing room, and the screams from the young lesbian were almost unglody. She was begging the almighty to forgive her and give her strength. Salidan smirked "Not likely, as there is no God to grant that strength" he thought as the two walked into the small room. It was dark and the tools that were beign used had not much changed from Victorian times. The bed witht he sturrups holding her legs apart, a few straps and other women holding her down. It was pleasing to Salidan to see this hideous woman screatching and screaming in agony as she was held down by aids and nurses. Her yelps and screams were so loud it almost hurt his ears. He and the Blessed Mother walked over to stand between the legs of the woman, he rubbed her leg and she smile as she pushed her hand into the Vagina of the young woman who screamed and yelled even louder then she had been before. Salidan saw the women hold her up and rubb her back as she cried and ached. "I need you to help me pull this child out of her Master." Blessed Mother said as she reached into the woman with another hand and he saw her lips opening wider then any woman who had yet come here. He reached in and it looked as though the pain would make her pass out within moments. He reached up into her with the Mother and then they felt the legs of the child. The two women were begging her to push, and promising to sleep with her, and eat out her pussy for days on end if she would meerly push this baby out. He felt if emerge a little more and then he and the Mother grabbed hold and yanked it out in one motion. Now the pain did make her pass out and as they cut the cord connecting the baby to the mother he knew this would be the perfect way to get his revenge. To watch women undergo the same pain and horrors he was forced to withstand and he would make sure they would be baby factories until they day they all died. He smiled as he saw the next woman being brought into the room, this was pure joy, and a quick thought cropped into his mind, "Vengence is mine, sayith the lord."

The end