Janitor!MC at NRC (a smut series)
Part 1: Crowley & Crewel
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Series Content: Noncon/dubcon, forced stripping, unsafe sex, public sex, coercion, somnophilia, forced to wear skimpy clothing, bondage and other BDSM things, forced eye contact, biting/hickies, blood, weird dick shapes, watersports, forced prostitution, gangbang, spanking, forced exhibition, (may add more)
Parts: Crowley & Crewel (you are here), Ruggie & Leona, Idia, Rook, & Vil, Lilia & Malleus, Floyd & Jade & Azul, Che'nya (and a possible bonus part)
All characters depicted are 18+
Crowley
I think we all know that when you suddenly appear in NRC, you are wearing nothing underneath those ceremonial robes. But, with you already being a bit of a problem, Crowley surely can't leave you all alone in his office, so he'll have to stay with you once he gives you some clothes to wear. Oh? Wouldn't it be easier for you to change later and return the ceremonial robes later? Well, there's no guarantee he'll get those robes back, you see! So you must change now and do it in front of him! Plus, he will have to thoroughly check to make sure you haven't brought any contraband onto his campus!
Once you finally begin stripping, Crowley is sitting behind his desk, eyes studying every bit of skin revealed to you. "Those robes are quite expensive." He warns, "You should be more delicate with them. Take your time." Urging you to go slower and not just rip off the robes to get this over with. If you look at him, glaring or gazing up with worry, you can see a soft pink dusting his cheeks as he licks his lips.
When you're finally unclothed, he gets up and stands between you and the door. He makes you hold your arms out as be feels around your chest, just checking to make sure you haven't snuck anything onto his campus. But his hands linger, feeling up your chest, and his fingers brush against your nipples again and again. His hands venture lower and trace your hips. He tells you, "Put your elbows on my desk for me and spread your legs. I need to check one more place."
With you now bending over for him, he lets out an audible groan. His hands trace up your back and back down to your hips. You feel his hands spread your ass cheeks and knead the flesh. At this point, he removes his gloves and brings one of his hands to your mouth. If you're reluctant to accept his fingers into your mouth, he reminds you that you're in a new world with nothing to your name. He's been so kind to you, offering you shelter, food, and even a job. Won't you help him out in return? You've already come this far with him. It would be wrong to stop now and leave him this... flustered. But, he'd never 'force' you! No, no, no! Of course, you're free to leave right now if you wish. Though, if you won't do the bare minimum for him, why should he give you so much? Just spend some time with him, and he can give you everything you need. Plus, if you leave, he can't just let you take ceremonial robes with you, and who knows what will happen to you if you walk out of here nude! Who knows how the other faculty and students would behave seeing a nude, magicless person wandering all alone.
You finally give in, opening your mouth and sucking on his fingers just how he tells you. Once he thinks they're lubed enough, he pulls then out of your mouth with a pop and brings them back, rubbing circles around your hole. At first he's slow, pushing only one finger inside of you. But his impatience gets the better of him and soon another finger is added and then another. Three fingers stretch out your hole, preparing you for him. If you're moaning, crying, or just remaining silent, it doesn't matter to him. Just the feeling of your tight hole pulling his fingers in is intoxicating enough. He almost feels regret when he pulls his fingers out of you. When he pushes his cock in, he has no control over the moan that escapes him. He gives you no time to adjust. His hands are already on your hips, holding onto you to the point you know there will be bruising, and he's rutting into you like a desperate animal. He doesn't care if you're getting off to this or not. You're just a warm hole with a sexy body, his new toy to play with as he pleases. If you cum, he'll make you thank him for it. If you don't, well it isn't his problem. The only this that matters to him is your warm hole, the way it keeps pulling him back in. He pounds into you harder and harder, pushing you and his desk back with each thrust, until he finally goes still with his cock shoved into you all the way to the base. He absolutely fills you, rope after rope of cum being emptied into your hole. After a moment, he pulls out of you, tucks himself back into his pants, and fixes his clothing all while you're laying there, collapsed onto his desk with his cum dripping out of your hole and down your thighs. He doesn't bothing cleaning you up. He just tells you to stand and hands you some clothes to change into. He escorts you to the Ramshackle Dorm once you've dressed. I'll leave it up to you if you notice the stares you get from the beastmen you walk by. Either way, you don't realize yet that they can smell Crowley's cum running down your legs.
The next day, you get your uniform, a maid dress. A fucking maid dress, thigh high stockings with garters, a pair of short heels, and no underwear. The poofy skirt of the dress reaches down to your mid-thigh, so just standing still means you're covered just fine. There is still a threat of flashing someone from bending over too far or a strong gust of wind, but at least it isn't shorter. (Also, if you have larger breasts, the top can barely hold them to the point your boobs could easily fall out if you weren't pulling the top up every couple of minutes.)
Your first day is hell. Crowley makes you blow him and swallow his cum before you get started, and, once you finally start your day as the new janitor, so many eyes on you as you trudge around the campus. You try to just continue your work anyway. You know there are people staring at your ass constantly and every time you walk up a flight of stairs there is someone way to close behind you. Thankfully though, no one touches you. No one catcalls you. You hope it fucking stays that way.
Anyway, this is your new life. Being used by Crowley every morning and evening before and after work. Sometimes he cums inside your holes and makes you walk around campus with it dripping down your legs and into the floor. Those mornings you save the carpeted places to be cleaned last because getting the stains from his cum out of the carpeting is both frustrating and leads to a lot of eyes on your ass. Sometimes Crowley cums on your face or on your chest and doesn't allow to to wipe his cum off. On those days, people tend to get more bold and have even walked up to you to get a up close picture on their phone. You've learned ways to try and convince Crowley to cum down your throat because it's just so much easier to deal with, but he still has his moments where he can't help but make you walk around campus with his cum dripping from somewhere on your body.
Crewel
That pointer Crewel carries is the bane of your existence. At first, it was just a single light spanking on your hips or ass if you walked by him slouching or he found you bending over to far. It was annoying but you could deal with it. But, of course, it got worse over time. The spankings got harder and more... humiliating. It went from an annoyance that would happen when you two just happened to walk by each other to becoming a daily occurrence where you are dragged into his office as he makes you count every time he strikes your ass. Everyday it seems like the list of wrongdoings gets longer and longer. You're sure students have been telling Crewel every 'wrong' action you do each day, but you have no real evidence to confirm this. And Crowley just encourages this, giving Crewel the responsibility of any disciplinary actions relating to you. You know it's just because Crowley likes seeing the marks Crewel's canning leaves on your thighs and ass.
When you finally got your hands on some underwear, you thought you could finally walk around with some modesty. (Someone left a package of panties that look like they were taken from a fanservice ridden anime at the Ramshackle Dorm, and, while you'd normally not accept this type of gift, you didn't exactly have any options for underwear right now.) You still didn't want to flash people what's under your skirt, but at least now there was a layer of fabric between your crotch and the hundreds of eyes trying to gawke at you. You should have known this sudden change in uniform would cause problems.
During your (now daily) spanking, Crewel orders your hands on his desk and for you to stick your ass out for him. When he's greeted by patterned fabric instead of your bare ass, there's a short pause of silence followed by a deep chuckle. You hear a soft ringing sound and hear Crewel speak. "Hello, Headmage, I have a bit of a... Well, our little dog seems to have made a little addition to their outfit, and I want your input on this matter." You gulp. You've deal with Crowley plenty, but never with Crewel there too. Dealing with both of them will be hell. Here you are, standing straight and tall with these two men standing before you. "Go on." Crewel gestures to you. "Show Headmage Crowley your new addition." You're hesitant, but do as you're told, lifting your skirt to reveal the panties underneath. "Ah, I see." Crowley hums as his eyes bore into the fabric. "We haven't discussed a punishment for such a discretion, have we?" The two men speak a bit more and reach a final decision.
You don't know what potion Crewel made you drink, but you've never felt so horny in your life. You absolutely need cock and both of these men have one. You quickly undo the zipper to Crowley's pants and desperately pull out his hardening cock. You hear Crowley chuckle as you eagerly take him into your mouth, his hand resting on your head as you begin bobbing your head up and down on his dick. You reach your hand down to touch yourself, feeling so happy when Crewel doesn't stop you, but, of course, when you get close to cumming, he pulls your hand away. You want to protest, but Crowley's cock tastes too good to leave your mouth. Crowley only pulls your mouth off his cock so he can cover your face in his cum. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, and Crowley rewards you by shooting a couple of ropes in your mouth. You eagerly swallow it and moan at the taste.
Crewel pulls you up and drags you to on of the chairs in his office. He sits and has you sit on his lap, facing him. You spread your legs wide open, your panties now see through because of your fluids, and grind on Crewel's hard bulge. Crewel pulls out his cock and slaps is against your crotch. You quickly pull your panties to the side, line up the man's cock, and sink yourself onto him. The moan that escapes you is deafening. You waste no time and ride him like a bitch in heat. Praise after praise of his cock escapes your lips as you hold on to his shoulders for support. Crewel takes the top of your dress and rips it apart, freeing your chest. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth and bites, hard. It hurts, but you can't help but moan and ride him faster. The only thing that stops your hips in their tracks is Crowley's hand holding you still. You feel Crowley line his cock up (either same hole or different one depending on what you have/want) and shoves himself into you. You curse and moan the feeling. You begin to move your hips again with both of the men rutting into you as well, their cocks pounding into you and stretching you out. It doesn't take long before you cum. Your tight hole(s) clamping down on the cocks inside you has the two men soon joining, both of them groaning and coating your insides with their cum.
You don't know how long you three fuck or how many times people have cum. All you know is that, by the end of this fuckfest, your maid dress is torn to shreds you're covered in sweat and cum, and your soaked panties have ended up in your mouth as a makeshift gag. Crowley drags you up, making you stand on wobbly legs, while Crowley encases you neck in a red collar. You go to take the panties out of your mouth, but a swift spank to your ass stops you. "Did you really think that was your punishment?" Crewel asks. "That was simply a reward for us catching your insolence. You're punishment begins now, my little bitch. But, since you were so eager in letting us indulge, I will allow you to walk on two feet instead of four tonight."
The moon is high in the sky and the cold wind bites at your skin. A silicone buttplug with a short upturned tail sits in your ass. Crewel walks ahead of you. The leash in his hand yanks you forward as you fall too far behind him. You keep looking around, to see if anyone is seeing this, but you keep finding no one. You don't see that there is indeed a pair of eyes, the eyes of a hunter, who is very much enjoying the scene. A pressure has been building in your bladder. You try to keep your legs closed as you walk, trying to just hold out until you can get to a bathroom, until you finally try to get Crewel's attention. You try to mumble around the panties in your mouth, but Crewel stops you, saying, "Ah, behave. Muzzled dogs don't speak." You whimper in response, and he raises one of his eyebrows. "Oh, you don't need my help, do you? You're free to pee in the grass or on the tree. After all, that's what we're on a walk for." You look at him with petrified wide eyes. "Now be a good dog and do your business." Crewel says and lets more of the leash go so you can walk into the grass. You stare at him, then at the tree, and back to him. You whimper again and he sighs. "You really are an dumb puppy sometimes. Fine, I'll help you, but, if you act up anymore, we'll have to try this again during the day."
Crewel walks up to one of the trees, pulls you along, and commands you to sit by him on the grass. Crewel opens his fly and pulls out his dick, aiming his tip at the tree. "Now, watch and learn, you dumb dog, this is how bitches like you mark their territory." Crewel releases steady stream of piss, soaking the bark of the tree. You flinch when the splashback hits your skin, but you stay in place and wait. Once his stream ends, he shakes the last droplets of piss from his cock and tucks himself back into his pants. "See. It's simple." He tugs you towards the tree. "Dogs like you smell piss and then mark their as well. Now sniff it." You reluctantly move closer to the bark and smell it. You gag at the acrid smell. "Hmm, strange reaction for a mutt, but you'll learn how to behave properly. Now do your business." You go to stand, but Crewel stops you. "Ah, no you don't." He tugs you back. "Stand on all fours and lift you leg." You look up to him with tears in your eyes. He sighs. "If you don't go now, we'll have to try again in the morning, and I don't hink you're ready to do this around other mutts yet." Reluctantly, you rest on your hands and knees, and you lift your leg next to the tree. It takes a couple of moments, but finally you let it go. Piss rushes from you and splashes against the tree. "Now, that's a good little bitch. Such a good dog." Crewel pets your head as you tremble. Once the stream of piss dies down, a trickle of urine runs down your leg. You bring your leg back down and look up to Crewel who's smiling down at you. After that, he walks you back to the Ramshackle Dorm, undoes the leash, and wishes you a good night before he leaves. Once you're inside your room, you go to the bathroom to clean yourself up, but, when you go to take the collar off, you can't. There's no physical lock, but you can't undo the buckle. You groan, stupid magic collar with a fucking magic lock. You still clean yourself up and pass out on your bed soon after.
The next morning you wake up to a new uniform and a note. Apparently, you're now allowed to wear panties with your uniform, which would be amazing, if the maid dress wasn't even skimpier! The skirt is ridiculously short and doesn't even cover your crotch. Just standing still has your panties peak out of the bottom of it. You could try and pull the skirt down but then your nipples would be free for everyone to see! (And, if you have larger breasts, the top band of the dress desperately clings to your boobs with your areolas peaking out the top. You make one wrong move and your boobs are falling out of the dress.) You sigh. Well at least you can wear fucking underwear now.
Bonus content:
It seems like everyone and NRC appreciates this new uniform much more than you do, not much to your surprise. They especially appreciate it when Crewel decides to make your daily spanking a public affair. People crowd around to watch you bend over a table while Crewel spanks you with his pointer. That's when the catcalling started. Them regularly seeing the wet spot on your underwear from getting spanked and seeing your chest get regularly exposed when you work has definitely boosted their confidence. You hear "Show us that chest/those tits again," "Why don't you bend over and give us a show," and similar things regularly. Still, none lay a hand on you, which you're thankful for.
Your nightly escapades where Crewel walks you on a leash and makes you pee before you can head back to bed aren't too frequent. But it happens at least twice a week and one time even five times in a week. You're pretty sure no one has caught you in the act, but you know that many fonthe beastmen know. The day after each one of these nightly activities, you catch a beastman, sometimes even multiple beastmen, taking out their cocks and pissing on the same spot you pissed on.
At least all that is outside though, and you can get away with not having to clean any of that. However, inside the buildings themselves, the bathrooms are horrendous. Just knowing you have to clean that space means they're purposefully making a mess. With you running around with barely any clothing, you know there are so many men jerking off in the bathroom stalls. Hell, you've seen guys watch you, get hard, and runaway to take care of themselves. At least some people are decent enough to aim for the toilet bowl or clean up their mess, but so many more just jerk off and don't care where their cum lands or they purposefully cum in a weird place for you to clean. You've been in the bathroom, heard moans from behind a stall you just cleaned, and had to clean cum off the door a fucking second time. Why the fuck is this your life?















