Emma got up from her bed, shedding the drapes to reveal her naked body. Arys and Peter had torn her clothes to shreds last night and thrown them in the fire. There was no escaping her "uniform" now.
She got up, totally bare and barefoot, and walked over to the table where her childhood friends, now her superiors in the hierarchy of the Watch, were having breakfast.
"Good morning... Sirs," she said, not without a smile.
Emma approached the empty chair before the table, but the boys stopped her with a gesture.
"Your place is on the ground," Arys said. "Kneel."
Faking a sigh and anger, Emma obeyed and knelt on the ground. "May I have something to eat?" she asked.
The men dipped their fingers in the jam jars and brought them to her lips. She took their fingers in her mouth and sucked off the jam, slowly, as if she were doing... something much more risque than sucking fingers. When breakfast was done, all three got up. The guys began putting on their uniforms: their armor of the City Guard. Emma watched, completely naked, as the men put on their chainmail and pauldron, covering up their entire bodies in metal while hers was totally bared.
"This is unfair," she pouted, trying to hide her smile. "We were supposed to be three guards together..."
Peter shrugged with a smile. "It's the rules. You're a girl."
Arys looked a little at her tits, then at her eyes. "How do you feel about it?" he asked.
"It's stupid," Emma answered. "It's completely sexist and unfair. But... well... I suppose it has it's own charm." She looked at her best friends. "I don't agree with it in principle, but... there's something hot about it. You being manly men, all macho and strong, and me being the naked girly girl... I suppose something can be sexist and sexy at the same time."
"So you do like your place," Peter said with a wink.
"Yes Sir."
They dressed her in her own uniform: a collar and chains on her wrists and ankles. Once again, they tied her wrists behind her back and grabbed her, Peter grabbing her arm and Arys holding her ponytail. They left their private room and went out into the main hall. They were to meet Tom for their second day of training and learning about the Watch's rules.
As they walked, the metal kept making cling and clang sounds--both the men's armors and Emma's chain connecting her ankles. The stone floor was cold under her bare feet, but she liked it. It made her feel more vulnerable. They kept passing by guards and they all looked at Emma with total satisfaction, the way you looked at a beautiful animal in a zoo. That's all she was to them anyway, an animal. A bitch kept naked to keep the men happy. She didn't mind--she loved assuming this role.
Many even openly called her that as they walked by her, openly stating "beautiful bitch," and "what a pretty slut," and "good girl." One of them, in his late twenties, stopped in his tracks as he was about to walk past her, saying: "What a body! Can I see her ass?"
Emma noticed the men never talked to her. They weren't adressing her when calling her a beautiful bitch or a pretty little animal, they were adressing Peter and Arys. This was a testosterone filled, masculine place of men, and Emma's place as the only girl was so inferior that they didn't even talk to her--she was Peter and Arys' property, so they talked to them, the same way you talked to the owner of a bitch, not the bitch being walked down the street.
Peter and Arys turned her around, showing off her ass to the guard. "Amazing!" he said, and she heard a few others behind him say the same. There were a few wolf whistles too, and even though she knew it was wrong, she couldn't help but giggle. These were a bunch of guys objectifying her completely, and, well... she found it arousing to be objectified and humiliated so much.
Plus, she had never felt so sexy and admired. Every few inches, there were a new dozen pair of male eyes to scrutinise her bare body and dominate it with their gaze. It was like all those eyes were fondling her bare body and she loved it.
They reached the main hall of the citadel and found Tom there. He welcomed them, saying: "follow me, today we continue your training."
"What are we learning today?" Peter asked.
"You're guards now. Not you bitch, of course, I'm talking to your friends." The comment made Emma blush with a pinch of anger. It was an emotion she was now getting used to, a very specific emotion: a mix of anger as a reaction to the blatant sexism of the men around her, but an anger linked tightly with arousal and the fun of being turned on. And the more angry she got, the more turned on she got too.
Tom continued: "Guards are representatives of the Kingdom's authority, so you need to learn how to handle authority. Thankfully, you've brought that naked bitch with you."
"Oh fuck off," she muttered, but Tom probably heard.
He brought them to an exterior courtyard where at least fifty guards were walking in an out constantly. Many had arrested prisoners by their side. None of the prisoners were cuffed or restrained; they were in the middle of a fortress surrounded by hundreds of guards anyway. There was no way they could escape. The only person restrained here was Emma.
Tom brought them to the end of the courtyard. The ground was grass and pleasant under Emma's bare feet, more pleasant than the cold stone inside.
"Alright," he said. "You two need to learn to be completely dominant and unforgiving; you'll have to knock down shops' doors and question civilians without mercy, so you have to let go of being nice. As for the bitch, if she wants to be one of us one day, she has to learn to respect authority, and I can still see a lot of defiance on that pretty face."
Tom told the guys to disconnect the two cuffs on her wrists, letting her once again have free use of her arms. He then pulled out two dildos out of the pouch attached to his belt. "You ever play fetch with dogs?" he asked.
Peter and Arys nodded. "Same concept here," Tom continued. "You need to stop being nice to her. She's not your friend anymore, and you need to stop treating her like your equal. And you, you need to learn what you are. A bitch."
Emma gave him a look of defiance. "I'm not doing this you bastard."
Tom sniggered at her. "She's cute, isn't she? Tries to act all strong and intimidating. Well, this is your exercise for now boys. Get her to fetch these. Once you've tamed her, we'll move to the next exercise."
Tom left them, and Peter and Arys looked at Emma with smiles. Oh, they really, really liked humiliating her... Emma looked at the dildos in their hands.
"I'm not doing this," she said, as cold as stone.
The guys looked at each other with an amused expression. They too, seemed to find her funny. After all, there she was, the only girl in a fortress full of hundreds of men in armor, naked and collared, and still acting all defiant.
Arys threw his dildo in the center of the courtyard. "Go on, Emma. Fetch."
She turned red with anger. The bastard actually had the audacity to do it. She could feel how wet she was getting between her legs, and some of it was dripping down her thighs already.
"I'm not doing it," she said.
Arys and Peter shared another quiet message through a look, as if agreeing on something. Arys approached her, placing herself right in front of her. Emma felt a little dizzy already. Both were taller than her, and she felt small and vulnerable in his shadow, as he was all armored and manly.
"Hands behind your back," he ordered. Emma pouted but obeyed, placing her wrists behind her back and arching her back in an obedient pose.
"You have to be a good girl, Emma," he said, putting his fingers gently under her chin.
"Fuck off," she muttered. "We came here as equals. I'm supposed to be wearing armor with you right now, that was the plan..."
Peter came forward too, and he put his arm around her naked waist and brought her closer. Her bare breasts were now brushing the metal of their armor, and it made her already hard nipples even harder. She was breathing heavy now. They looked so manly and strong, and she felt so vulnerable, being held by them like that...
"Do you feel like our equal right now?" Peter whispered close to her lips. Emma felt his armored hand against her waist. She wanted to feel it against all her body. She wanted him to reach down and squeeze her ass.
"No Sir," she said. "I feel vulnerable and weak. But that's because I'm naked. If I had armor too, then..."
Arys put his index on her lip. "You don't get to have one, period. You're a girl and this the uniform you get."
Emma shut her lips and nodded obediently.
"Be a good girl, come on," Peter said. "You'll make us proud."
She looked at her two masters. She did want to make them proud. Emma thought of their validation, and she wanted it.
"Urgh... fine..." she groaned.
Emma went down on all fours, and after the boys have her ass a good slap, she crawled over to the dildo. She struggled a bit to get it into her mouth without the use of her hands, and as she struggled on the ground like that on all fours, she could feel the dozens of armored men all around standing above her and looking at her. Many were training at swordfighting and archery, but this was her training... and she secretely loved it.
Emma finally managed to put the dildo in her mouth. It filled her as far as the back of her throat, and she crawled back towards Arys and Peter. She was the only girl around, surrounded by dozens of armored men, crawling on the ground with a dildo filling her mouth and barely allowing her to breathe. Emma dropped the dildo at Arys' metal boots.
Now it was Peter's turn, and he threw his dildo even further. Again, Emma crawled over to it, and on the way received multiple slaps on the ass from the guards all around. "Thank you Sir," she said every time. Then she returned with the dildo in her mouth, and its tip kept brushing the back of her throat and making her gag. Emma had a hard time breathing as the saliva filled her mouth and dripped copiously down her mouth, dripping from her chin as the dildo was now wet.
The guards around kept giving her encouraging slaps on the ass, turning her bare ass red and burning. She thanked them, muttering some semblance of "Thank you Sir," that was barely intelligible with the saliva and dildo filling her mouth.
She returned to her friends, but when she was going to open her mouth and drop the dildo, they didn't let her. Arys ordered her to keep it in her mouth, and he and Peter squatted down as she looked up at them on all fours.
"Keep it in your mouth Emma, you look beautiful with cock in your mouth." Funnily enough, it made Emma blush. She took it as a compliment and thanked him by doing pretty little eyes.
