*This is a story set in the same universe as my previous story Nude Among Armor. It deals with a fictional medieval society in with the capital’s City Watch has strict rules for female recruits: they’re kept naked and obedient to the men in armor. Eleanor, a headstrong activist, joins the Watch in the hopes of changing it from within and ending the sexism, but what she doesn’t expect is how much she’ll enjoy her submissive status there.

People looked at Eleanor curiously as she stepped off her carriage. She was not of this kingdom, and her tanned skintone and black curly hair looked strange to the locals. So too did her noble clothing that indicated her aristocratic status. The young woman stepped off the carriage and saw before her the huge Citadel: the center where Guards were taught and trained. It was an academy of physical and mental education to build the greatest servants of the law. Young men would enroll in it, be offered armor, and their training would start to make them into the greatest servants of the law.

But Eleanor was here for a reason that would disrupt and change the Watch’s very history. She was a noble from the neighoring Red Kingdom, where women were allowed to join military and law enforcement forces as equals. Here in the Blue Kingdom, in whose capital she now stood, women were also allowed to join such institutions, but not as equals. No woman had joined the Blue Kingdom’s Watch in the last 100 years, because its rules were strict: female recruits were initially not allowed to wear armor like male recruits.

In fact, female recruits were not allowed to wear anything. They were kept completely naked, and given the task of serving and obeying the male recruits. Only after a thorough period of discipline would they maybe be allowed to wear armor and receive training.

When Eleanor had heard of this, she was enraged. She had found a new goal: to fight this injustice and restore equality to the Watch of the neigboring kingdom. So she had set off on a travel that had now ended, for she had reached her destination. Now was the time to set in motion her plan: she would join the Watch as an equal, and from the inside, put an end to its horribly unfair rules.

Eleanor asked the locals for the location of the Red Kingdom’s embassy. They gave it to her and she made her way there, entering the main office of the large stone building.

“Lady Eleanor!” Mr. Oxford, the amabassador of her kingdom said, bowing to her. “We were expecting you, please, come have a cup of tea.”

“No thank you,” Eleanor said. “I’m too eager to enter the Watch. Do you have the papers ready?”

“Of course,” Mr. Oxford said, walking to his desk and taking a piece of paper. “We managed to get this signed by the mayor of the city. It took some negotiation, but we got it done.”

Eleanor looked at the paper and nodded contently, making Oxford sigh with relief. Eleanor was known to be a tough bitch who handed out punishments to those who didn’t do their jobs well. She had written to the embassy before setting off, telling them that she wanted entry into the Blue Kingdom’s watch as an equal. The Citadel would grant her armor and the same training as the men.

She knew the Citadel wouldn’t be able to say no: she was a noble from a powerful family of the neigboring kingdom, and her realm had all the time had good relations with this one. The Blue Kingdom wouldn’t risk a diplomatic scandal by telling a noblewoman of the Red Kingdom that she had to respect the rules and strip naked. Mr. Oxford had negotiated with the city’s mayor and obtained an official decree with the government’s stamp. It said that Eleanor would be given fully equal treatment and that the Citadel would be obliged to give her armor upon entry.

Eleanor smiled. That was her plan: to humiliate the Watch, this institution of sexist men who walked around in armor while they kept female recruits naked; at least in theory. There had never been a female member of the guard for decades for this exact reason. Now Eleanor would humiliate them: she would force them to accept her as the first female guard, and they would do so by giving her armor and treating her as a complete equal.

Eleanor thanked Mr. Oxford and left for the citadel. She entered its main door and found a fortress of stone with a main entrance hall, full of large stone pillars and statues of male warriors in armor. All around her, nothing but men, men, men, all fully armored except for their heads–a world of pure testosterone and nothing else. She proudly made her way to the front desk as the only presence of the feminine, and stated her name.

“Ah, Lady Eleanor, yes, we were waiting for you,” the front desk man said. “Follow me.” He led her to another room, where there was a captain in his thirties, tall and noble like the statues in the hallways. He introduced himself as Captain Marcus.

“Lady Eleanor,” he said, “pleased to meet you.”

“Likewise,” she said, not without a hint of haughtiness. She couldn’t wait to humiliate this men’s institution by becoming its only female member and circumventing its sexist rules. Eleanor gave him the signed paper, and Marcus read it. She looked behind her. There was a young guard, clearly a recruit, more around her age in the mid-20’s, who was clearly Marcus’ assistant.

“So you wish to become the first female guard in generations? And not be bound by the usual rules for women?”

“This is what you’ll have to accept, as signed by your mayor.” Eleanor responded, a cheeky smile on her face. “I will be made into a member of the Watch, and not only that. If you read the paper, you will see that I will automatically be granted the status of Captain. This means I will be part of the Council of the Citadel. I will have a voice in its executive council. And believe me, I will use it to once and for all put an end to your sexist rules. Female recruits will no longer be kept naked.”

Marcus read the paper in its entirety, then threw it on his desk. “I’m afraid that won’t happen.”

“Huh? Your mayor signed this.”

“That’s the problem. He signed this two days ago, but his trial ended yesterday.”

“His trial?”

“Corruption charges,” the young assistant said, and Eleanor turned to look at him. “He was swindling the royal treasury’s money for his own gain. He was found guilty and removed from office.”

“The law here is clear,” Marcus continued. “Any motion or decision passed by an official before a period of six months is elasped becomes automatically nullified if they’re removed from office in that time sp. So I’m sorry to say my lady, but this paper means nothing.”

Eleanor turned mad. She didn’t travel all this way for nothing! “I want to speak to the council!” she declared. “Bring me to the Watch’s executive council and let me plead my case to them. They won’t risk a diplomatic scandal by telling me to abide by the usual rules. They’ll have to accept those on the paper!”

Marcus considered it, then nodded. “You came at the right moment. The executive council is in a meeting at this moment. Jamie, my assistant, can bring you there.”

Eleanor turned to young Jamie and adressed him with authority. “Take me there, now,” she ordered.

“One thing, however,” Captain Marcus said. “Non-recruits don’t have the right to access the executive council’s room, or any on the upper floor for that matter. You need to be a recruit in order to see them.”

Eleanor gave Marcus a sarcastic smile, and without his permission, approached his desk. She saw a large open book with countless names written down–that of recruits. So she wrote down hers, and threw his pen on the desk defiantly, going out of her way to be as rude as efficient.

“There, I’m a recruit now,” she said. “It seems you didn’t get it, but that’s exactly I want: to join the Watch and change things. So, take me to the damn council now, since I’m a recruit.”

“One last detail you’re forgetting,” Marcus said. “Female recruits aren’t allowed to wear any clothing.”

Eleanor’s heart jumped. “Fuck,” she wondered. The young woman started getting frustrated internally, not knowing what to do.

“I’m going to meet the council and convince me to enroll me as an equal anyway,” she protested. “I’m not abiding by those stupid fucking rules.”

Marcus gave her a stern look. “You may plead your case to the council and they’ll change the rules. But until then, the rules are the current ones. So if you have two choices: obey the rules, or get out.”

Eleanor considered it. She had travelled for a month to get here. She had prepared all this planning, and given herself the dream of ending the Watch’s sexist rules. She couldn’t give up now. Oh, what was a few minutes of nudity gonna do anyway? Kill her? Eleanor was proud of her body and she wasn’t exactly adverse to feeling sexy with sometimes revealing clothing.

“Fuck it…” she said, kicking off her shoes. Eleanor took all her clothes off until she was just in her extremely revealing thong that showed off all her ass. “I’m keeping this…” she said.

Marcus walked over to her, towering above her, all armored and masculine, and with one swift move, tore her panties off, leaving her completely naked and exposed. Eleanor looked at him defiantly, despite being naked and barefoot; completely vulnerable.

“Know your place now,” he said. “You’re a woman, that makes you lower in hierarchy to everyone here, even the lowest ranks. You will show total obedience. Alright Jamie, take her to the council.”

The young man grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her behind him.

“Ow!” she said. “Let go of me! I can walk fine on my own!”

He gave her bare ass a good slap. “Remember your place,” he said.

“I’ll be changing the rules in a minute, just you wait!”

He pulled Eleanor by the hair through the hallways and up the stairs. Dozens upon dozens of armored men saw her, completely naked and exposed, totally vulnerable. Some slapped her ass as she passed by next to them. Eleanor gave them all looks filled with anger–if looks could kill, as the saying went. She told herself to tough it up. Tommorow, she would be a captain in armor punishing them with the new rules she was bringing.

Jamie brought her to a door which he opened, and he threw Eleanor inside. She fell on her knees, and when she looked up, she saw a large room with a huge long table around which were sat a dozen men in armor: the captains of the executive council. They all looked at the newly arrived girl, naked on all fours on the ground.

“Ah, Lady Eleanor,” one of the captains said. “Welcome.”

“Not very well, evidently,” she spat. Eleanor got up, walked over to the captain and showed him the paper signed by the mayor. She explained why, by official degree, she was to be given armor and a seat on the council. “Immediately,” she ordered. Eleanor couldn’t wait for this shitshow to end. Completely naked in the presence of a dozen men in armor; how insulting and degrading. But she didn’t let it show. She held her body straight and proud, as if daring them to look at her bare breasts.

The captains passed the paper around, but the decision was clear. “The mayor has been removed from office. Marcus was right: this decree is nullified.”

“Then what about the diplomatic scandal? I’m a noble! My Lord Aunt will come here and deal with you personally if she hears you kept me naked like an animal!”

The captain she had given the paper to suddenly rose, as if angered slightly. He towered over her menacingly, and Eleanor couldn’t help but lower her head, a little intimated by the sudden show of masculine strength clad in steel and iron. She, on the other hand, felt so vulnerable and feminine in her total nudity.

“The Watch has stood like this for centuries with the same rules. Let this cause a diplomatic scandal if it must. We won’t give in to your threats. Do you think you scare us, girl?”

Eleanor looked down and refused to answer. The man grabbed her hair and forced her to look up by pulling it, making her gasp. He repeated his question.

“N… no…” she said, feeling overwhelmed and helpless.

“No what?”

“No…” She grit her teeth with anger. “No Sir.”

“Good. Our decision is final. Either you leave the Citadel and never come back, or you follow the proper training you’re meant to have as a woman.”

Eleanor wondered about it. She had a mission. She wouldn’t leave until the Watch’s sexism was destroyed, and its rules replaced with equal ones. Fuck it, she wondered. She’d stay naked for now, tough it up, and wait until her Aunt would hear about this, and the diplomatic scandal would commence. Sooner or later, the Watch would crack under the pressure and give in–the King of this realm wasn’t gonna risk adversely affecting his relations with Eleanor’s kingdom, after all.

“I’m staying,” she said.

“Good girl. Bring her uniform.”

Male assistants brough her standart female uniform: two chains for her feet, two for her hands and a collar. All iron, cold and oppressive. Eleanor grinded her teeth angrily as the men clad her in her “female uniform” of complete nudity, chained and collared. She felt like an animal. Never in her life had she been more humiliated.

“This uniform is to remind you of your place,” one of the captains said. “Every man around is armored while all you get to have is a collar and chains. That way’ll you’ll never forget your female status.”

“You men are fucking pigs,” she said.

“We’ll have to teach her manners,” one of the men said. “This is a bitch that needs taming.”

“You’ll never tame me!” she yelled.

The captain in front of her crumbled her signed paper and shoved it in her mouth. He then took a piece of rope and tied it around her mouth, effectively making her paper into a gag. Eleanor growled with rage, but before she could do anything, one of the assistants was told to bring her downstairs, to the new recruits’ hall. Once again, she was dragged naked by the hair by an armored young man.

Eleanor was brought to a hall where young men were being given their armor. These were recruits just like her, but they were men, hence the huge difference in treatment. Once everyone was wearing their armors, Captain Marcus entered and told everyone go gather around him.

“Welcome to the Watch, young recruits. A new life begins for you here. I’ll be briefing you on the first month of your training: physical conditioning and sword fighting classes. With one exception of course.” He pointed to Eleanor, naked amidst the mass of men in armor, with the “gag” still in her mouth. “You, my dear, will have your own personalized training regimen. No sword training for you.”

He grabbed her hair, pulled her to a corner of the room, and opened her gag, removing the paper. He then made her kneel, face against the wall, her back to the rest of the cohort of young recruits. Marcus called for Jamie to bring him something. Jamie brought it and placed it against the wall, right in front of her face. It was a suction cup dildo, now fully horizontally placed on the wall in front of her.

“What the fuck is this?!” she asked.

“Cock. The symbol of ultimate power here in the Citadel. The men will be getting their briefing right now. Your place is not among them. You’re a girl. You stay here, naked, and worship the symbol of power.”

“You want me to suck fake cock naked while the men get to wear armor and be briefed?!”

“Yes,” Marcus said matter of factly. “Now get to work.” He patted her on the head condescendingly and left her there.

Grumbling, Eleanor opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the fake dildo, sucking it. Jamie used the cuffs on her wrists to chain her hands together behind her back, and her ankles together.

“This is exactly where you belong, bitch,” he said, leaving her at her toil.

So there it was. The male recruits, armored and powerful, were being given details about their upcoming training, while the only female recruit was totally naked, on her knees, chained and restrained, worshipping a fake dildo in the corner. This was quite the predicament she was in, and it was only the beginning.

Eleanor was trying to think about all the methods she would make her way up in the Citadel, earn her armor, and eventually, change its rules from the inside. But she couldn’t focus very well.

For now, she could only think about one thing: how she had never been more aroused in her entire life.