It had been a year since Emma had joined the Watch; a year away from home, spent completely naked every day, humiliated and dominated by the Watch's sexist rules.
She was kneeling naked under a table, sucking off three guards' thick cocks, filling her mouth with them. A hand grasped her hair and pulled her up from below the table before she could swallow all three men's cum.
It was Arys and Peter. "Come," Peter said. "Tom says he has something to show you."
They dragged her naked through the courtyard and some of the hallways, and brought her to the armory. There, Tom, their senior captain, was waiting for her. Emma threw herself at her knees and began unzipping his chainmail trousers to pull his cock out, as was her duty.
"Not this time Emma," he said, confusing her. He gently brought her back up on her feet and took off her collar from around her neck.
"What's going on?" she asked, confused.
"The Watch's Headmasters are pleased with your training. For over a year, you've been obedient and did everything you were ordered to do. You've sucked every cock in the Watch, served the men and known your place. You've earned your place among us."
He gestured to the table behind him. There was a set of armor there. Emma couldn't believe her eyes. "Is it..." she said, "is it really mine?"
"It is. Go on, wear it. From now on, you'll have armor and a sword, and you'll receive the same training as Arys and Peter. You've earned it."
He took off the chains from her ankles and wrists, and she proceeded to put on the set of armor. Five minutes later, she was walking through the Citadel with Arys and Peter by her side, now wearing full steel armor. It felt strange not to walk barefoot on the cold stone. It felt even stranger to feel like one of the men, to not be singled out as the only woman, naked and inferior to the men.
Emma felt... weird. Isn't this what she had wanted for a whole year since joining the watch?
"How do you feel?" Arys asked.
Emma thought about it a bit. Then, to her friends' confusion, she walked back to the armory. Arys and Peter followed behind, not understanding what was going on.
Tom saw her walking into the armory. "Emma?" he asked, confused.
"No," she said. And she took off the boots, the plates and the chainmail, and threw them away as far as she could. "It feels wrong." And she put back her collar, wrist and ankle chains. "This is all I should ever wear." And she knelt down, unzipping Tom's, Arys' and Peter's trousers. "This is my place in the Watch," she said.