Iron of the Innocent: The Dark Judge (Vol 1)

Chapter 14: "I grieve..."

274 I.C.
Sacren
Solorn Kingdom
Melsian Province
Vaxtin Outpost

From the Journal of Dreydan Ruin...

In light of my last entry, let me write down some of what I have experienced so far. There have not been a lot of women in my life up to this point, and I am happy that is the case. I've seen nineteen seasons, so there is plenty of time left to experience what will come. What I have discovered has been confusing and in some cases invoked some strong emotions on my part.

I'm not concerned with anything that happened to me prior to coming of age. There is very little to tell actually. I had some childhood crushes, but being so young, nothing ever really happened. I lived a full childhood, learning and training as all do in Solorn, but living on our family's estate during holidays and off days lent itself to isolation at times and being carefully supervised. Plus, the sparks of fire didn't really ignite until somewhere between fifteen and seventeen.

When I came of age, I left home to join the Solorn military full time. That was my choice. This is where I came into full confrontation with my sexuality, and there were plenty of women around to fuel that fire. Training next to some of the most sculpted women in the province was not easy. We spent months getting our bodies beyond combat level shape. I quickly became very aware of those female bodies around me, and I really began to struggle.

The first woman I was overly, intensely attracted to was my demented, evil drill sergeant, Elzbeth Stoneguard. If I was a cussing man, I'd throw out some words about her that wouldn't be pleasant. At least that is how I felt in the beginning of our interactions. However, she made some sparks in me that I can still feel. She drove us recruits like any good drill sergeant would, and what made her evil was she went even further. Much further.

Her demented techniques and demands made some of the other drill sergeants visibly pale. I think they were just as afraid as we were, and I think command feared her too. No one ever said anything to her to curb her practices. Either way, she would skin them alive and eat their beating hearts if it suited her fancy. She broke many recruits, and a few even ended up on the ground, curled into a ball of sobbing, smashed flesh. She chewed on iron and ate lightning. I found her extremely, exceptionally attractive with her short blond hair, fire wreathed eyes, and muscular body.

On one particular day, about half way through our initial training camp, she ran us recruits for hours. We ran, we exercised, we navigated obstacle courses, we sparred, we studied, we tested, we cleaned, we pumped iron, and we liked it! If we didn't we would hear it from Drill Sergeant. Her wrath was like the surface of the planet split open and the deep fires of the underworld literally reached out and ate us alive.

On this one day, I foolishly made numerous mistakes. The worst being I let our company flag accidentally touch the ground. Everyone screwed up that day, and I just so happened to be the worst. Drill Sergeant Stoneguard's eyes lit up like lightning out of the clouds above, and she ordered the other assistant drill sergeants to work out the recruits for additional time as discipline for their stupidity. She had to personally deal with Recruit Ruin for his exceptionally poor performance. I put it in terms descent for human beings, in her case she did not.

I have no idea how long she berated, insulted, and beat me down. Somewhere in there she made me start exercising, yelling at me like I was the lowest maggoty creature on the continent. She made me run, and we ran a long way. We ended up somewhere out in the forest outside of the garrison, a good long distance. I was doing pushups my face smacking down into the dirt on each repetition when she yelled, "Ruin, you maggot, look at me when you are doing those pushups!"

I struggled to keep my head up, and she got down on all fours, yelling in my face. That was when the neckline of her top dropped down for the first time. Her tanned, tight skin, muscular arms, shoulders and chest were graced with the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen in my life, held in her undergarment like I wanted to hold them.