Arys and Peter, Emma’s best friends, now her effective masters, kept pulling at the metal leash connected to Emma’s collar. She tried to crawl as fast as she could through the hallway.

“We’re going to be late for class, slut!” Arys said.

It was their first day of class with Mister Thomas, an anatomy instructor. For the first time since they had entered the watch, they would receive education of the non-physical kind–they would sit down in a classroom and learn by taking notes and reading. It was not unusual in the training regiment of the Watch’s recruits–it was a regiment that made good minds as well as solid muscles.

Surprisingly enough, Emma also had to attend this class. She was a woman, the Watch’s only female at the present, and the Watch was a patriarchal and sexist institution at its core. As its only female, she was kept naked, leashed, bound, humiliated and disciplined. While male recruits were given armor and sword training, she was kept naked and taught how to suck the cock of every single male in the Watch: every single one. The Alchemist’s Guild had long developped potions against sexual diseases, so Emma could freely welcome every hard cock in her mouth from all the metal clad men around her, and she did eagerly and passionately. She crawled completely naked across the Citadel, surrounded by men in armor, sucking them all, the recruits, the actual guards, the teachers, the paperwork people, everyone. As a female, she was by default inferior to all of them. Their cocks made them superior, and her place was to worship those cocks.

“I’m a girl,” she would say everyday, repeating her mantra as cocks entered her mouth left and right. “My place is to be naked and suck cocks.” The more time passed, the more she was starting to genuinely believe it. In any case, she enjoyed it.

They entered the classroom. Mister Thomas, a lean blonde man with a thin blonde moustache welcomed everyone. The men sat at their desks before the teacher, but before Emma could do it, Thomas grinned and snapped his fingers at her, calling her to come forward. She approached the teacher, a man in his early thirties, who swiftly grabbed her hair and turned her completely naked body towards the young men sitting down.

“I assume some of you have not met her yet. This is my first time meeting this brave girl. The only female in the entire Citadel. What is your name, girl?”

“Emma, Sir.”

“Emma. The stupid little girl who thought she could be one of the men. Is it true you joined to become a guard who wears armor and fights with a sword?”

“It’s true,” she said.

The whole classroom erupted with laughter, and Thomas slapped her ass. “Stupid girl, how foolish.”

His hands groped and fondled her bare breasts, and she couldn’t help but smile as he did that–all the men in the citadel groped her bare body at all times and she loved it.

“You’re stupid to think you can be one of the men,” Thomas said.

“Yes Sir, I’m a stupid whore.”

“Let’s make this clear. You are not equal to us here, to men. The boys here will get my lecture today. But you’re not one of us. You’re a female, and that means you have your own place. Get on your knees and crawl over to each desk. Fill that mouth with some good, male authority.”

“Yes Sir.”

He slapped her ass, and she got on all fours while Mister Thomas started the lecture. Emma crawled over to the first desk and made her way underneath it, opening the metal fly of the man in front of her. She pulled out his hard cock and began sucking it, all naked and girly and obedient, while he just caressed her hair and otherwise ignored her as a strong armored man full of authority. The lecture had started, and everything was in its place according to the Watch’s rules: the men were in armor and authority, and the woman was in her place, naked, sucking cocks under the desks.

She would suck and swallow, then crawl over to the next man and repeat the process. Emma knew that as a female guard, she had to find out her place and status. Being a guard was about respecting strict order and rules. These were hers. To shut up and suck, suck, suck. The class wasn’t for her, it was for men. She couldn’t even listen to Mister Thomas as the sound of her own sucking muffled his voice anyway.

The only thing she didn’t like was that since the men were focusing on the lecture, they wouldn’t even call her a good girl and tell her this was her place while she sucked. Emma had grown to become desperate for their approval: she lived for men to call her a good cocksucker and to congratulate how she was a woman who knew her in place. There was no feeling warmer and more heartwarming than a a strong man in armor filling her mouth with cock, and making her smile as he looked down and approved of her. They were all her superiors after all. She wanted her superiors’ approval.

But it wasn’t so bad. At least she was getting to suck men’s cocks as an inferior woman–her status according to the Watch’s culture.

After an hour and a half, she had finished sucking all of the 30 young men in the class. She crawled out of under the last desk and meekly raised her hand for Mister Thomas’ permission to speak. He gave it to her and she told him she had finished.

“What a good girl, isn’t she?” he said. The men all approved and Emma giggled with pride. “Tell me, bitch. Is this what you expected when you came here?”

“No. I came to be a warrior. To wear armor and fight bandits.”

All the men laughed condescendingly, mocking her left and right, calling her a dumb slut and a stupid girl. The one behind her slapped her ass. Emma giggled embarassingly, getting aroused by the intense humiliation.

“Is that what you told the people on your village? That’d you’d be a warrior?”

“I did. My female friends encouraged me a lot. They told me to come here and show everyone that a woman can be a guard too.”

More laughter. “That’s never happening here, honey,” Thomas said. “Now go on, restart the entire thing. We’ve got another two hours of lecture to go.”

“Yes Sir,” Emma answered. She’d have to suck all those cocks one more time.

“Aren’t you tired?” the young man she started sucking asked.

Emma shrugged. “I’m a woman… ghghmmm… this is my place…”

Eventually, the lecture was done and all the classmates were leaving. Emma however did not leave. She walked over to Mister Thomas and knelt in front of him. She reached for his cock in his trousers, and pulled it out, with him remaining otherwise fully clothed as was the Watch’s tradition–the men were at all times completely clothed while she was at all times naked and barefoot.

“What is that for?” he asked.

“You’re a man. You’re my superior. I’m a woman and that means I have to be inferior to you. Watch’s rules.”

Emma wrapped her thick, cocksucker’s lips around her teacher’s large cock and moaned as she tasted the taste of pure, raw masculine authority subjugating her. Mister Thomas caressed her hair and called her an obedient animal.

“Sir?” she asked. “My bare feet are cold and most of the floors are stone. Can you talk to the headmasters and ask them if I can have sandals or shoes?”

Thomas smiled gently and pushed his cock back into her sweet, feminine mouth. “Why are you kept naked Emma?”

“Because I’m a woman. Because I’m inferior.”

“Exactly. You’re nude as an expression of female submission and inferiority. We’re men. We get to have authority and armor. You’re a woman. You remain naked to express your womanhood, which is inferiority and obedience. You are completely and totally inferior to us. Totally, Emma. That’s why your nudity must be total. If we let you wear even just sandals, it’ll imply you’re even a tenth equal to us. Are you?”

Emma giggled. “No Sir.” She gave his cock a good suck. “Barefoot it is then. I’ll remain totally naked.”

She sucked him for some more minutes, then a question landed on her lips: “Sir? Will I ever get to wear armor here?”

“You’ll never be equal to us Emma. Never. We’re men and you’re a woman. We’ll never let you wear armor.”

Part of her was disappointed, but she shrugged it off and kept sucking. Whatever, she wondered. She was happy, and that’s what counted.