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Lawliel Starshimmer had watched as the Orcish Party took inexplicable control of the government - She resented the days when, once, she'd have been able to pick up a sword and dart forward in armour to cut them down. The millennia old warrior queen missed commanding legions, great magic, and profound, ancient authority - As the industrial revolution had churned forwards, the need for mighty heroes like her had disappeared, and now people would just cosplay as her on the internet. She'd received multiple requests to don her old gear for promotional videos - Some innocent, some explicitly pornographic - But Lawliel wasn't going to disrespect the ancient ways, she was just going to try and fit into modern society.

Lawliel had transitioned from Queenship to running a company - She'd been CEO of the world's largest bookbinders company. And made a lot doing it, too - Magic was still everpresent, if combined with technology.

Now she was at home, stewing, after she'd been compelled to hand her position to a brutish Orc!! Lawliel had no idea that the man she'd handed her job to would go on to revolutionise the industry - Her racial prejudice and aristocratic arrogance blinded her to the intelligence of a wise, disinterested and humanitarian Orcish minority running everything. Grug Grugman had offered to make her his Secretary, but she had haughtily declined and stormed out, sashaying out of the office. Grug had shrugged - He could find a thick-cheeked PAWG to be his secretary anywhere. He could probably find one younger, with a tighter pussy too.

Lawliel sat around for weeks... And then months... And then a new law came into place. Unmarried persons HAVE to be in the workforce - All those not contributing to society where to be given jobs best suited to advance their own wellbeing. Lawliel, as a person of importance, was lucky enough to get an office job, rather than being tasked with Public Relief, or working in manual labour. Not that she was too grateful.

So that was how Lawliel found herself putting on a pencil skirt, white blouse, and putting her striking white hair in a bun on top of her head as she strutted angrily into the office quarter of town, her constantly jiggling protrusions of fleshy breastmeat threatening to burst out of the blouse containing them, her leopard print bra faintly visible through the fabric beneath. Her bootymeat, likewise, was a ridiculous curvature arcing away from her back with thick, caked fat, jiggling with each step she took in her little black pumps.

Society as a whole had been upended rather fast after the Orcish takeover. Besides their utter disdain for humanity, doubly so for women, they didn't take anyone's intelligence or ability into regard. No need to. Society would work well enough via might makes right, coupled with a supplicant population. So even after just the paltry months of downtime, even just the trip to the office district had new sights. Shocking ones. Women seemed to be.. brighter. Prettier. Even the casual bump into a girl on the street and Lawliel was left with lingering perfume and the heat of fuckmeat brushing her wobbling elvish fuckdoll flesh. Lawliel had never seen so many people smiling, it was unsettling. The fallen Elven Queen was used to scowling and hissing, especially as a Corporate Exec.

As she walked, Lawliel was reminded how shops were changing to cater to men and their tastes in women. Or, catering entirely to hyper feminine girly-girl breeders. No real inbetween. Women were on leashes, being led by hulking Orcs down the street clacking on their high heels. Human men cowed at the sight of the average 8 foot tall monstrosity just passing by going about their day. Wives realizing just how weak and pathetic their once height of masculinity seemed. Public transportation had Non Human travel only, but relief girls were "allowed". Mostly forced. Girls had no rights, little protections, and more were being stripped by the day. There were even these crazy conspiracy theories that the radio stations, advertisements, streaming services, were putting in subliminal messages! And girls did seem oddly addicted to screen time nowadays. Lawliel gulped as she sniffed the air... And felt her body loosen up a little. There was just so much lovely fruity, flowery, spicy perfume in the air. The overwhelming smell of CREAM also pervaded everything, and she couldn't help but wonder exactly how every girl now had a rack even BIGGER than hers. Lawliel had always been proud of her "big chest," but she felt... Outclassed, now.

Women hardly needed to be TOLD where they'd end up going. Looking around in society was more than enough to reinforce the fear. Girls, hardly more than torsos with over-sized and bulging curves, bloated with cum, pregnant with litters from different species, EVERYWHERE. Every street corner. Girls bound in stockades, with crimes listed and relief girl as punishment. Women rounded up for trying to avoid becoming livestock. Homeless women collared and sold as pets to higher up men benefiting the city. Little husbands and boyfriends were powerless.

Lawliel had watched society change - Women who were 'good' seemed to be... Treated in... Some sort of positive manner. She struggled to cool giggling bimbohood positive. But women who resisted, or simply wives and daughters of non orcish males who thought to try and fight the Orc party, where consigned to Public Relief or Livestock - So bad, Lawliel hadn't even considered it as a possibility. Lawliel might be haughty, but she knew she had to avoid that fate. She could work this in some way.

The stacked jiggle-booty MILF arrived at the desk, and scowled over her glasses. "... Lawliel Starshimmer. I'm told I... Have SOME job here, or... Whatever." Lawliel was putting on a harsh front. Deep down, she was smart enough to realise if she fucked around, finding out would involve discovering exactly how many times she could get jizzed in by sweaty orcs, or even worse, hordes of enslaved men, before she… Well unlike the human girls, she probably wouldn’t expire. She’d just be a tortured cumdump for however long this bullshit went on for. And at the end of the day, Lawliel had seen empires come and go, this wouldn’t last forever… Surely? She’d put up with it for now.

There was a crazy busty halfling sitting on a high stool behind the counter, biting a pen cap and looking vaguely horny. So when Lawliel spoke, she perked up and straightened her lil tight top. Had on this thick caked lipstick, makeup, eyeshadow, delicate rings on her fingers.. DIdn't seem like owned fuckmeat! She seemed.. Happy?

"Ohhhh hello miss Starshimmer! Like, totes! We SO got a job just for you. Mr. Breaka is in need of a new like.. secretary? And he really really really wanted like, an elf, super specifically! How crazy that it's like, YOU though! I got posters of you on my walls at home and I watched all your old movies a-.."

Lawliel smiled weakly at the enthusiastic girl. "... I..." She stammered. "Secretary? I think - There may..." The haughty MILF bit her bottom lip. Had it really come to this? "How... How crazy that it is me... Indeed." Lawliel had been about to protest further, explaining her confidence there was a mistake - And then...

A stern voice came over the intercom. A deep, rumbling, heavy, intimidating, and frankly rude voice. "That my new girl, Sprinkles? Send her up with my delivery."

That voice made her legs shake, just like the halfling's. This Elven Queen bit her bottom lip, eyes widening, and she gripped the edge of the reception desk. "H-Hhah..."

The halfling's eyes widened, pupils blew, nipples instantly hardened to rock hard puffy caps, rings obvious under her tight white top. The scent of squirt filled the air as her thighs quivered and her voice got so much different. Vapid, slutty, sultry.. laying it on comically thick. "Yeesssssss Mr. Breaka.. She's soooo pretty too, You're gonna looooOOOOove her.." She offered up a brown paper bag that looked.. seedy, no store markings on it. "Take this up to his office, and like, totally say hi for me okay?" Her breathing heavy, seemed oddly desperate for this orc's approval.

Lawliel, blinking hurriedly to clear her eyes, took the bag with a shaking hand. "O-Okay... I'll. Yes, I'll say Hi." Lawliel was already being nicer - Because she was TERRIFIED. That voice was way way too familiar to her, and it sent shivers down her spine - This Orc was clearly a descendant of ORGOR THE TERRIBLEST, her great rival, who had shattered her power all those years ago! She'd won eventually, but at a great cost. And now... She was walking into the office of his descendant, blushing, feeling weak at the knees. Unfortunately for Lawliel, that was all shit. She was weak at the knees because she was an undersexed MILF who'd just listened to a dominant man talking about her like the meat she craved to be, deep down - No one cares about ancient rivalries anymore, they have Instagram.

Sprinkles cooed. "Secre-tary yes-huuuuhhhh... You're gonna look like, SO PRETTY sittin at his desk and bein his cutie secretary and doin his paperwork n makin his appointments n bringin his lunch n makin sure he's like, all happy.." The Halfling girl was mumbling to herself but was half in a daze herself, watching that pale Elf ass meat wobble away, bulging out against the tight black pencil skirt, Lawliel’s enormous thighs wobbling beneath the fabric.

It took a while to get through the overwhelming emotions, that of the pure unbridled LUST which only an Orc could drag out of a sex deprived hyper-haughty elven empress like Lawliel. She didn't even SEE him, just the words, and they seemed to rattle her brain and rush down into her womb and ovaries, making them flex and produce eggs, hormones, grool, turning her once modest pussy into that of a teenager on her first date with an older man. She was horrified, knowing she'd be powerless, and too aroused to stop it.

Once she got upstairs, past rows and rows of closed office doors, she found a redesigned floor plan from a traditional office. Men had full privacy, women on full display. Each office door had a horse-shoe desk by the door, no bottom to expose the secretary's legs and cunts. Seats designed to be a bit toooo small for their new curves, so their assmeat would crush out and splay itself. The executive floor smelled so heavily of musk, it was hard to tell who was the bigger breeder. The biological Orc who ran the show at the end of the hall, or every single pale fleshy fuckdoll she walked by on her way to his office. They greeted her with tittering smiles, plump glossy lips, overly MASSIVE udders in far too small tops. Lots of secretary cosplay going on. Different types for different fetishes, obviously. None of the girls seemed to be doing real work, idly browsing, clicking on their phones, doing makeup, or disappearing into doors…

The PAWG Queen scowled at all the jiggling bimbo sweeties she walked past, resolutely ignoring them all happily chatting and giggling as they took their ease behind their desks, spreading their legs for any man to enjoy looking at as he walked past. Lawliel gulped. If she had to look like them, keeping this job would be totally impo… Lawliel checked herself. Keeping this job would be ideal in some sense, she supposed. It wouldn't do for her to end up, in... Hngh. It didn't bear thinking about.

With all that on her mind, the jiggling MILF entered the door at the end of the office floor, holding the paper bag. Da Face Breaka, CEO was on the door when she went into his double door office. Overlooking the city block. Opulently orcish. Had gold plated spikes on his desk. Sculpted awards for "Most Valuable Vanguard Tactician". Super plush gigantic couch designed for greenskins. Good lighting. A lot of burgundy reds, golds, and blacks. Making Ms White Elf-assmeat stand out even more starkly. Da Face Breaka stood from his desk, a towering 8 1/2 feet tall. Tapping his ringed fingers. In a tight, form fitting business suit tailored to an orc, meaning it was form fitting and showing off every individual muscular line. Pecs big enough for Lawliel to use as a pillow. One hand picking up a heavy glass full of sick red liquid and sipping it to his green chin. He had gold plated tusks. Sharp intense eyes. And worse, a slightly articulate rumble to his orcish tone.

"Apparently I'm... Hngh. Your Secretary... Mis-... Kkh. Mister... Breaka." She tossed her head haughtily. The white-maned, bright violet eyed magical bitchy MILF put on a brave face. Sure, she had to do the job well to avoid becoming meat, but… Hnfh… She’d show this greenskin what was what!

Then, Lawliel actually LOOKED at the man whose office she’d just walked into… And she felt her womb do a flip, and her panties immediately got wet, leaking her bitchscent into the room. The MILF blushed.

Mr Breaka kept it cool. He wasn’t going to rush this specimen. "Ms.. Lawliel? THE Lawliel, right? From all the campaigns and plays and movies and books…" Of course, being so long lived and powerful the little jiggledoll who had just walked into the orc’s office had a long history. Now it was being mulled over by her new boss. A gigantic, and that hardly did it justice, bent, nasty, FAT bulge down his pleated pant leg, to his knee, looking like an arm flexing down below the waist distracted Lawliel immediately from the shame of having her storied, legendary life looked over as a CV for Secretarial work. A bit of a gut, but otherwise reeked of greenskin musk and hormones and sweat. The room was 30 degrees hotter than the hall.

"H-Hnh." Lawliel held her arms close together, folding her hands... Which pushed her tits together, making her protrusions of grabbable, squeezable breastmeat protrude out even further, threatening to burst out of her leopard print bra, and snap her buttons. She looked around the room to - Just kidding. Obviously, Lawliel's little eyes were right on Mr Breaka's enormous bulge, whilst her nose eagerly huffed up all the musk clouding the air. "Y-Yes, that... THE Lawliel. A-Ahem. Ms Starshimmer. From the Campaigns and Books and..." The MILF trailed off, horrified to have her history exposed. She was proud of it, but... To have ended up in a secretaries interview?

"Ms Starshimmer.. I like the name, s'pretty. Having your fat ass at my desk is gonna get me a lotta clout.." More big words, considering Orcs were fairly illiterate. Had on a necklace that dangled off his chest, dragons teeth on a simple cord, but there was a deep ocean blue sapphire socketed into a plain looking setting. It was hardly even cut, or polished, just rough. Not that Lawliel noticed, her eyes elsewhere.

Lawliel was very distracted indeed. The heavy cloud of musk hazing her up, making her eyes cross a little, didn't help her sharp mind. "Ahh, Uh… Thank you..?" She absent-mindedly thanked her boss for his compliment - When in reality, she'd just thanked him for calling her ass fat. Lawliel blinked back to attention as she felt her little hand being prised open.

"Anyway. Appreciate the delivery..." Mr Breaka took the bag, opening it to pull out a fat cigar made of dried pixy wings. Highly illegal.. as of four months ago. Intensely hallucinogenic and would empower whoever smoked it for weeks. He lit it up and puffed purple smoke gesturing to her to walk closer. The jiggly little thing blinked away the smoke as she obediently came over.

"Mf.. So, lets go over this resume.. pretend this is an official interview to please that board of elvish orcish relations.. " Rolling his eyes but... pulled out her chair in front of his desk. Standing beside it. If she sat.. she'd be eye level with that dick. And the vast Orc made no motion to move for the little MILF.

Taking a hitched little breath... Lawiel sat. And tried to stare ahead. She failed. Her eyes were like bouncing magnets, constantly drawn to the bulge twitching next to her face, as she sat primly by it, and her new boss smoked over her head. "W-Well... I. I started out as Princess-General of the Elven Empire, followed by..." She forced herself to use this new fangled corporate speak. "Followed by a promotion to being its Empress. I held that position for a substantial time, before the market changed, and I made a career transition into running a trans-ocean spice trading company. Following further social shifts, I innovated in the publishing industry, which was my previous position until I took a 6 month career break. I-I have now been, I understand, recommended for Sec-... Sec... Secretarial work..." She tried to smile cheerfully. And failed. "Considering alternative employment as a Public Relief unit, or manual labourer, and my current..." Lawliel choked out the words. "... Unclaimed status... I would appreciate this job opportunity greatly. ... Sir." Most Elven women these days had decided it was best to try and get claimed by the best Orc possible rather than end up with a bad one - Unfortunately, all Orcs had been awful so far, and so Lawliel had watched her esteemed colleagues all willingly surrender themselves to high ranking Orcs, begging for clemency, and get turned into literally braindead bimbos… At the very best. The lucky ones. Lawliel decided to take her chances.

"S'alright, don’t worry fat-ass. I’m doin you a favor having you here. You almost got sent to the Governor's office." Where the worst of the worst greenskins worked, the most powerful, most disgusting, most brutal. Now she was being told this deep green skinned hulk had gone out of his way to save her. Rubbing under her chin and made her eyes move UP from his bulging python cock. Curling a finger to hook a thumb and run it over her lips. Tracing them and dipping inside a bit while he spoke to her. Dick giving a big nasty BULGE and pushing against her cheek and the side of her nose.

The proud Elven Empress gulped - She'd seen on ElfTok what went on at the administrative offices of the Orc Party. It involved a lot of flesh, a lot of sweat... And a disturbing amount of enjoyment from its employees. Her stomach dropped a little. “F-Fuck…” The very thought of having ended up in that office horrified her. He WAS doing her a favour… Lawliel was LUCKY to be getting interviewed to be a bimbo secretary right now. Lawliel didn't want to end up a broken doll. She allowed him, gritting her teeth, to tilt her chin and inspect her. Lawliel tried to purse her lips in an act of resistance - But he was so trong he didn't notice, and in trying to purse her lips, it made her look like she was actually sucking cutely on the thumb he'd plopped into her mouth, testing her teeth.

"So, I know your martial skills, your prowess on the field, you were a fairly strict ruler... You gonna have any problems following orders?" The grizzled green god slid his hand down further, and pushed into her bulging titty flesh. Pushing the fuckmeat out between his fingers as he CRUSHED, groped, and PULLED one of her titties clean out of her bra and top. Snapping one of the buttons. Idly kneading and pinching her fat nipple between two deadly sharp orcish claw like nails. Nearly drawing blood. He brought his thumb out of her lips with a ‘plop,’ indicating he wanted her to talk.

"O-Orders? I- H-Hnh!!" Lawliel's face was twisted into a bewildered, angry, HORNY scowl. "M-Mr Breaka! I- I'm- This-" She gasped, doubling over easily as one of her beautifully full and fat, pale milky titties was yanked out of her nasty little bra and top, and firmly MILKED. The Ex-Empress could feel her nipple throb. She was outraged! But… Lawliel just couldn’t quite bring herself to kick up a fuss. Maybe something to do with the cock she was staring at, the thudding pleasure of having her titty groped, the musk in the air, or how fucking WET her pussy was from just looking at this utterly dominant man. "O-Of course I know about following orders..." She stammered out her obedience.

Mr Breaka clicked his tongue approvingly. "Now. Publishing, ya said? That'll help, we're gonna start doing a daily newsletter for the brand, might pick your brain for ideas on how to get more Elvish girls subscribing." He let her titty drop and.. SLAP! Spanked her fat fleshy tit meat, making it shake and wobble. Moving to stand in front of her and leaned against his desk. Every SINGLE grope, knead, grip, tease on those udders had a small growth spurt going down his dick. Orcs proudly displayed erections, and Mr. Breaka clearly showed off his. The veins were visible even through his slacks.

"I... I see. A-Ahem- Well - Yes, I can... Help with media. I did run the world’s first ever global media campaign, and very successfully…" Lawliel was hopeful. If she didn't rock the boat, she could just forget about this 'secretary' business, and get an actual job, like running media. "That woul- Hnh~!" The MILF had almost forgotten she had a throbbing dick in her face, and a rough green hand crushing her boobs. Mr Breaka pressed his thumb against her lips, and resumed ‘checking’ her teeth, thumbing around in her mouth.

"Good... You able to take notes then? Answer the phone? Respond to emails and chats?" Glossing over everything else she had listed, Mr. Breaka had disregarded her entire long long LONG life. Now breaking her down into the bare essentials any child elf could do.

"Y-Yesh- Hnfh-" The MILF tried to speak as Mr Breaka got more aggressive with his finger brushing up and down her teeth, teasing her lips. "O-Of course I can, thish-... Yesh..." Lawliel trailed off. The poor MILF was still thinking about the fact she apparently almost ended up at the Governor's office... And was slightly traumatised by it. It was like she’d just had a near death experience. The bright whire haired MILF was suddenly relieved to be sitting her having her lips played with and titty spanked.

"Unclaimed.. no spawn either? Figured you would have squirt out a few litters at your advanced age.."

Lawliel was panting, now, with that dick so pressed against her pretty little face, the bulge literally rubbing her cheek as he stood behind her, SPANKING her titty. "N-No, I... I haven't- Hlflr~” He brought his thumb out her mouth, and Lawliel panted a little. “... Had any children." She pointedly didn't use his "obscene language," she thought to herself.

"You do that til you're poppin out your first litter, then I can put you on some lighter work.." He pulled her jaw open and looked down at her teeth from so high up. Running his thumb over her tongue. Leaving her a bit of tingling residue of that drug, causing her poor body to associate his touch with her permanently frying a brain synapse. Permanently making the hyper intelligent immortal just the slightest bit dumber. It also kind of made her want to.. giggle?

"Well I- HaahhAaaaa~??" Lawliel had been about to explain she wasn't going to be having any kids... And then he opened her mouth, and pressed down her tongue one more time, seemingly just for his amusement by his smirk, just making her gurgle helplessly. When he finally released her, she panted, titty still flopping onto the edge of his desk. Mr Breaka would mould her by overstimulation, charm, and keeping her permanently off guard. When she had such a curvy body, bursting out of everything at the seams, it was all to easy for him to grab and squeeze every moment of the day.

She huffed a little. "I-I am a former Queen, and CEO, Sir, so I have no doubt I'll... A-Ahem... Excel in your company - I-I might add my expertise would make me better suited to a considerably more advanced position, Sir..." Lawliel used her centuries of experience in corporate speak to politely angle to get something serious. The green bullcock stud obviously just ignored her.

"Yeah, don’t worry jiggle-butt… You gonna do good round here for me.,. First things first though, now that you're here.,. I gotta make a call..," He moved around the desk, leaving one of her titties hanging out and her lips a bit swollen from being man handled. The burning imprint of his fingers etched into her tit flesh and nipple, aching for more. The green god moved behind his high back chair, looked like some old dwarvish throne that was turned into an office chair.

"Gh-Gh... W-Well, that's good, e-erm..." Lawliel had been hoping her comment would receive more encouragement than that.

".. Come, sit." He pat the cushioned seat, but she'd be in the epicenter of his musk. Reaching over to the top of his bank of computer monitors watching stock markets, news tickers, live streams, webcam feeds.. Gesturing to a special Orc only messenger app, Konquest. Had a list of names even she recognized, but all surnames. Destroya, Eata, Crusha, but at the top of the hierarchy was POPS. Mr Breaka’s Dad.

Lawliel, legs shaking - And she was thick enough that her legs shaking made her thigh fat really wobble, visible beneath the tight fabric of her skirt - obeyed her new boss, and delicately placed her skirt-constrained shelf of wobbling, pasty white orc-owned booty onto the conquered throne. She sat demurely, and looked up at him expectantly. "If I just play everything straight and sensible, this won't be too bad - Get promoted, get time off... DON'T get demoted." The former Empress shuddered at the thought of becoming a- Not even a prostitute. A minimum wage salaried sex relief doll. "I-I'm sitting, Sir." Lawliel folded her hands in her lap, and looked up - Her thick lashes and wide eyes made her look quite cute and innocent down there.

Mr. Breaka, hardly 20, was already proving to be all his bloodline promised. He was technically the black sheep of the family, the smallest, the weakest, the most intelligent. All very bad things if you're an orc. Being the runt as an Orc of pure bloodline from such an ancient race of conquerors, he was STILL 50 times that of a normal mortal man. The enormous stud murmured absent mindedly as he looked at his jiggly MILFdoll, smacking her right titty up from the bottom again, weighing and gently but firmly crushing it, checking and inspecting. Lawliel hadn’t dared to pop her fat breast back into the little leopard print bra she’d worn. She’d had in mind to wear something ‘fashionable,’ but it hadn’t stopped her getting groped up. "Got nice lips.. Decent teeth. Could use some bigger tits… Nice booty. Let’s test." Her boss was helping her demurely plop in his throne. Reaching down to CRUSH and knead the side of her big fat pale assmeat, spreading them wide and used her ass as a stressball. Leaning down close till his face was by hers and gestured to the Pops icon.

"Let's call Dad. He’ll be pissed to know I managed to snag you.”

The Ex-CEO MILF gulped. She suddenly thought for a moment, and realised how swept off her feet she’d gotten… Was she in the middle of some Orcish power play? It was going to be hard to survive in this job and do the right thing…

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First thing I wrote purely for fun in a while! Lmk what you all think, am unsure if I'll continue, so give feedback if you want to see more! (Or if you don't haha)

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Mr Breaka guided Lawliel’s finger to click, and before she could clearly understand what was happening, the screen flickered. Her eyes lighted on one of the most evil, vile, disturbing greenskin warlords to ever exist. He was a slavering beast, even half dressed up in mock business attire. Sitting in city hall, leaning back on his desk, the heads and pony tails of three elves bobbing up and down obviously below the lip of it. The scarred, mutilated and inked up greenskin glowered and leaned close to the camera to get a good look at Mr. Breaka and his new suckretary.

"Nf.. Da FU-...Wait, YOU TOOK MY FUCKMEAT!!" The orcs neck veins bulged, clearly he had feelers out for high powered elves. Had one of Lawliel’s ex generals sucking his fat glans, cock even pierced with barbells and the like. Slamming his fist on the desk, while Lawliel's boss just gently chuckled.

Lawliel got a fright. And she was so ashamed. Before, she'd have laughed at a mere orc - Now she had one's penis ACHING next to her head, the Ex-Empress was suddenly feeling rather delicate and on edge. Spotting the three bobbing heads in city hall turned her stomach - They had probably been in office about as long as she had.

"Oh good you picked up.. Yes, yes I did. Saw she was eager for a new position and I think she's going to enjoy it.." Mr Breaka stood beside her again while she waited in his throne, like a puppet. Hand going into her hair, tugging her head back to make her jut her titties out.

"She's a lil small upstairs but, I got a way to fix that.. You know, that magic shit you HATE, Dad?" Mr Breaka gave more deep rumbling over confident laughter. Her boss was.. SHOWING HER OFF. The ENTIRE point of the call seemed to be to display his new conquest to his warlord father. Lawliel shifted uncomfortably at the idea of getting fixed.

"I'Z GONNA RIP YE.."

Lawliel whimpered being screamed over like that. She glanced up at her Boss, helplessly... Hopefully - Before looking at Kirin Everglade, her former friend and general a few centuries ago, sucking like a common whore. She gulped.

The frightened MILF’s boss put a finger to his lips and pat Lawliel’s head, letting go of her hair but replaced the grip by holding her throat from above. His dick rested on her shoulder as he stared down at the camera. The head pat sent a strange hot shiver through the affection-starved MILFslut.

The jiggly MILF arched her back a little more, totally silent, sitting there prim and pretty as Father and Son argued over her. Lawliel glanced down at her dishevelled look, one titty out, one in her twisted bra - But she was too nervous to do anything, whether pop them both in, or both out!

"No reason to get so upset.. Once she learns, maybe I'll share next reunion.. I'm sure you and the blood would love to meet my new secretary.." Squeezing her tit flesh while his cock gave a confident, dominating SWELL. Orcs seemed to grow physically, especially in girth and length, the stronger they grew. This one was young… and huge…

The warlord stopped glowering for a moment. His muscles tensed as he crushed one of his suck sluts titties, making her scream AND .. actually milk, dripping down his green fingers. ".. Oh I'z listenin.. Ye finally gonna showz? Not gonna PUSSY out? Better bring that knife-ear fuckmeat with ye.. she'z gunna be da wimpiest smollest sleeve there though.."

Lawliel heard more confident chuckling above her head as her boss pulled her fat swollen nipple, putting on a show for his father with her body being the main event. "Now that I have something to show off. I expect my formal invite by next week.. now I'm VERY busy fixing the mess you’ve made of MY company, so… Fuck off.”

He gestured to Lawliel to HANG UP on his own father, chuckling still even as she did. Mr Breaka down at her on his throne. Lawliel, with her nipple throbbing, nervously leaned towards the camera, and turned off the call.

Mr. Breaka flexed his ring laden green fingers, making them jingle. He had some ancient and opulently expensive relics from various extinct races, and he wore them like it was his Tuesday set. Studying his nails for a moment while she stammered and spoke, shrugging rather casually after her fearful stuttering. The longer she babbled, the fatter and heavier his dick swelled. The crotch pushed out from his sack ballooning the already elastic fabric, making it audibly stretch. Sucking his teeth a moment. "You see the look on his face? He was ready to jump through the screen.."

"I-... He didn't seem pleased. Sir." Lawliel gulped.

".. Hm? Oh, he's never pleased. He took the city by force, took his harem by force, took the elves, the dwarves, the halflings.. Eradicated the satyrs, burned down most the northern cities... I think because some elf twat bragged how her alliance would never fall. Or he stubbed his toe last year." Mr Breaka shrugged casually again before he pushed himself up off the edge of the desk. Patting his former corporate equals head once more and- SMACK, open palm gripped her fat puffy nipple. Giving it a wobbling shake.

"I... I see... I have to say I don't bother keeping track of what orcs do..." Lawliel smirked, self satisfied. "Us Elves, you se- Hnfh~!" Before she could start bragging about her superior age, she got her titty spanked... And - FUCK - Her head pat. Lawiel felt her whole body shiver warmly, eyes sparkling all of a sudden... Getting a weird jump in her tummy.

"I... Have to say I didn't... Understand what you were talking about. Had... Had he wanted ME for... For that job? You don't seem to be on... The best of terms.”

"Heh, yeah.. He had his goons looking for white haired elves with massive asses. I just paid better. Found you first. Snatched you up. Made you mine before he could break you. Would be such a waste.."

Lawliel gulped. "W-Well, hnh... I-I suppose I'm- Glad to be here rather than there." The haughty MILF was NOT about to thank this green brute for forcing her to become his secretary. She was SO OVERQUALIFIED FOR THIS!!! Her resume would be in shambles after accepting work as a secretary. How would she explain this in a thousand years?? Thankfully for Lawliel, she was soon to realise service was her calling. Being told she had a massive ass made her blush.

The studly green god reached down to take her delicate hand, lifting her up slowly to her feet and helped to re-dress her. Being about as gentle as an orc could be. Nails dragging over her skin and saw her bare neck, her less made up face, much more up close now. “And what is this... Event? Am I meant to be going?" Lawliel spoke with a recovering confidence, sitting up straight in the chair - The fact of her near death miss by being apparently… “Rescued” by Mr Breaka from a far grimmer fate was sinking in to her.

"Course.. It's why I wanted you all to myself. First reunion I'm gonna go to since the take over, they're always busting my balls for not having a proper toy.. Hm. Gotta.. LOT of work to do though. He wasn't wrong.." Scowling slightly as he studied her eyes nice and close, leaning down to do so. Reaching down to hook a palm under her skirt.. and.. SMACK! He roughly ran her skirt up her thighs, slapped her soaked pussy, and LIFTED her off her toes. One handed. So effortlessly his muscles hardly flexed, didn't even grunt. Groping and kneading and palming that pussy. Feeling through her panties for any bush.

"I... Hnfh... I se-EE~!" The white haired bimbo’s voice cracked as she was hoisted, wriggling in his palm, completely outraged inside at getting picked up. "W-Wai! Hnh!" Lawliel went quiet with shame as he felt her up, and covered her face.

"Miss Starshimmer…” He sounded so disapproving. “Make sure to trim up from now on. Don't want any hair on you below the eyebrows. Makeup too.. did.. You forget it was your first day or something? Can't believe you elves.. So fucking confident. Strut into your brand new office, hardly dressing to impress, not even a lip injection for your first month.." He shook his head, heavy with disappointment, listing her faults as he carried her by her pussy to the door. Dropping her on her heels and SMACK, pushed her against the door.

The orc kicked out Lawliel's ankles to make her assume the position, legs wide spread, tits crushed into the door, back arched. Hooking his fingers into her skirt and YANKED it up, looking down to appraise her ass, and panties..

Lawliel looked over her shoulder in a sudden panic - Why had he bent her over with a kick and yanked her panties off! Was he going to rape her?! "H-Hnh! What- Sir! What are you doing?? I can't- Don't, please!!" Tears of panic dotted in her eyes - Lawliel obviously thought she was about to get raped, much to her horror, stammering, covering herself up, whilst simultaneously pulling around to lash out! She was a feisty little thing, for sure. Lawiel almost had a fist in his face as he firmly yanked her skirt off.

Her whining, crying, whimpering.. it either fell on deaf ears, or her new boss cared so LITTLE for her panicky mewling, he didn't react. Her swirling with an elbow hit him clean on his chest, nails slashed his cheek, pushing and shoving with all of her super-human Elvish might annnd nothing. Didn't move, didn't flinch, didn't even need to stop her really. He lazily blocking her last flailing punch before his fingers went back around the back of her neck. ".. Ugh. I’m not going to rape you, you ridiculous little thing - What do you take me for, some kind of monster? Tch…” The enormous orc gentleman looked offended. “I’m just inspecting you, little one, to see if you can do your job. If you’d kindly calm down.” He skritched her head.

Lawliel was left limp after thirty seconds of panicked shrieking and kicking - She had been confident that this brute had been about to stick his fat orcish dick in her, railing her tiny, tight little pussy up against the wall~! Oh no~! So awful~! But when he did nothing of the sort, just gently holding her neck like one picks up a kitten, she slowly went limp. "H-Hnh... I...."

Lawliel blushed realising she'd just overreacted massively, as she realised her boss was just being a bit of a perv - As was his Orcish right, she understood, deep down.

Mr Breaka was scowling, but it wasn't from her reaction. She had hit him clean on the nose and her knuckles hurt now. Pushing her by her neck BACK into position, forcibly, strongly yet.. didn't kick or punch, tear, rip, she wasn't suddenly a fleshlight for a dick the size of her arm, she could still breathe.. but somehow this might be WORSE. She mewled. “... Sorry Sir…”

Mr Breaka ignored her. " ... What are these panties?" He was pinning her, one handed to the wooden thickness. Tits so crushed it was making her milk glands swell and react. Like she was being stimulated. SMACK! Gave her ass a spank but.. it wasn't hard to hurt, he just wanted to see it ripple. Pulling that assmeat to the side and flossed her panties out from between the cheeks to splay them out over her ass meat. Snapping the elastic a bit. "I was almost impressed by the bra but.. This pattern looks ridiculous on panties. I'd be laughed out of the camp.. No, no no this won't do at all.."

"A-Anh~! They're- Mfh~! I..." Lawliel blushed brightly. She'd worn her fanciest patterned bra and panties in a deliberate act of shame, to try and curry favour with this orc, and even leopard print, a MILF classic, was just plain for this bastard?! The humiliation it had taken to even put them on!

He left her there trembling, smashed to the door, and strode back to his desk. The broad-chested orc took out his wallet from the top drawer and dug out a black card, with some orcish symbols of his clan in the upper left in blood red. Lawliel whined, pressing herself up closer to the wall, whilst very hurriedly yanking her dress back down to cover herself up.

"Take this, don't come back to the building without new makeup, underwear, at least two changes of outfit in case of emergencies. You're a prime piece of grade A Elf assmeat, don't dress yourself down so poorly." He was scowling, and she was decidedly unraped, being held out a limitless credit card to go... shop for herself. “You have to represent this company’s values. If you don’t, I’ll be laughed out of town, or I’ll have to fire you.”

Lawliel stood, head bowed, looking up nervously... And shyly took the card. "I... Oh-... Okay Sir. Erm." The jiggly little MILF, overwhelmed and ashamed by the bizarre mix of seductive charm and brute, virile force being exercised on her, hurriedly jiggled out of the office.

On the way OUT the office, she had eyes on her. Lawliel was eye candy, if anything else because of who she used to be. Now, she had a slight modicum of power in the office. The other bimbos clearly wanted the orc in the building, and the way they glared at Lawliel as she jiggled by, she could FEEL it. Stripping her, judging her. She could even hear them! Whispering behind her back, she could almost make out things like fat ass, itty bitty titties, thin lips, boring hair.. And similar behavior all the way to the store! The boutique nearest was for a bubbly pink girly-girl look, lots of softs and silks and colorfulness. The next over seemed for goths, the next over seemed for the young-schoolgirlish-bratty type.. and the staff was all so painfully on point. Seemingly OVERLY bubbly, happy, excited, too many smiles.

Lawliel came back two hours later, holding a simple makeup set she'd bought, along with some plain lacy black lingerie - The bra was visible through her blouse - And two bags, which had what were effectively little more than identical copies of her current outfit. Blouses, a little lower cut, and pencil skirts, rode up a little higher.

On the way back IN with her new outfits, the judgement REALLY started, gasps of fake girly girl outrage that she went out shopping during her FIRST DAY! And the boss just allowed that?! Lawliel felt a little smug knowing she got special treatment.

Lawliel didn't bother hiding her scowl when she wasn't in front of the slightly terrifying, womb-throbbing CEO orc-God who had, she realised with a shudder, turned her panties into a sticky rag after flossing them into her fat cunny. These bimbo girls were just - Hnfh. Lawliel couldn't quite bring herself to be so rude about these dumb jiggly girls glaring at her - They were probably perfectly nice, really, they seemed happy. Deep down, Lawliel was worried about judging she could end up becoming. She'd just have to avoid becoming as dumb as them, and get promoted. The PAWG Queen just held her head high.

Once she let herself back into his office, he held up a finger to her to make her quiet. Just one gesture and the air sucked from the room and it became deathly tense, if she interuppted. He watched the screen for a moment and nodded. Lawliel stood there as her boss finished talking.

".. Yes, well something important just came through the door that I need to handle. .. No its a bit more than a handful, but I won't need help. Get me the usage reports and I want to see engagement numbers by Friday.." Mr Breaka up on whoever he was talking to and stood excitedly... only for his face to fall just slightly when she came in. Lawliel immediately reacted to his visible disappointment, feeling a jump of guilt in her stomach .

".. Eh." He snorted, rubbing his gold plated tusk between his fingers. Gesturing her to come over, taking her hand and gave her a little spin to inspect her body. Leaning against the edge of his desk as he studied her outfit, narrowing his eyes.

"H-Hm?" She made a little noise of inquiry as she obediently came over, and allowed him to spin her. "Sorry it took so long... All the boutiques for the offices here are... Are... N-Not really my style..." Read: Corp-Bimbo skankwear

"Yeah I can see that.. but you really think this is appropriate for a girl on the executive floor? You're the CEO's secretary, girl." He narrowed his eyes and shook his head, but she didn't get hit or broken, or pulled over his desk.. he just rubbed his jawline. All the while, that DICK was making the painfully obvious and bent outline. Didn't go down in the time she was gone, seemed so much bigger. She could hear the metal in his zipper straining as his dick visibly pulsed to his heartbeat..

Lawliel flushed. "Well..." Her boss cut over her.

"What did you see when you came in here? That's your absolute BASELINE minimum, you ALWAYS gotta show them up. You're gonna be the face of my office, and I need whatever cock-sure, limp-dick, shit-for-brains male to be too distracted starin at your little tittys to stay angry.. Ugh. Show me those panties, shirt and skirt, up." Snapping impatiently at her, waiting against the desk, folding his gigantic arms, his cigar half down and the room smelling of his pure virle musk.. plus the heat.

"Show THEM up??" Lawliel stammered. "But - But they're ridiculous! I..." The idea Lawliel was going to have to become even more of an orcs idea of eyecandy than those pornthots out in the hall masturbating themselves silly was somewhat taxing to her. But... Ugh. She couldn't screw this up day one. "I'll... I'll try, Sir." Lawliel choked the words out - For all this damaged her pride, she could get away with not really following through. She thought.

The Orcish Daddy studied Lawliel’s fleshy curves. Admiring her pudgy thighs squishing together and her fat ass protruding out so much that it was visible from the front. He kept stroking his chin, while the empress did her best to remain haughty. Not that he cared, the bitch had been scented before she even got upstairs. An Orc could always tell the desperate breeders, the ones who never got broken in properly. They had a scent, it lingered and kept his balls producing non stop. They'd be going overtime til the little elf bitch was bred. Mr Breaka watched Lawliel nervously tucking her hair behind her ear, regarding him with a mixture of nervous submission and poorly hidden distaste. He could tell the jiggly little thing didn’t understand a thing about herself - A lifetime of leadership without any guidance had turned her into a pent up, highly strung bitch. Mr Breaka knew she had potential to be the perfect pinup bimbo doll, though - He’d just have to coax her into it. Breaking a doll this fine would be a waste.

".. They're what? Ridiculous?" Lawliel immediately knew she had pushed a button when Mr Breaka growled his disapproval out at this arrogant MILF calling his very dedicated workforce. The poor little things would all be in floods of tears and such an uncharitable insult! Lawliel was the ridiculous one, parroting on about her dignity and women’s rights when she was jiggling around in a little black skirt with such a fat ass, and was obviously designed for pumping out orcspawn and padding about barefoot in his kitchen. But instead of a sharp backhand or pain, a hand came around to slowly grip the flesh of her massively fat ass. Lifting her by that ass meat, up onto his knee, perching her on his leg just above it. Digging into her cunt and assmeat, and worse, his DICK was down that thigh, so if she tried to hold on she'd be grabbing Daddy dick.

"W-Well~! I-" The once courageous empress, now she had freaked out, and been so UTTERLY cowed, was practically mewling before this manly stud. Not only had her thought that he would be dreadful to her been dispelled... But also her haughty notion she could ever come CLOSE to compelling this Orc. She was just a doll to him - And it was obviously he took care of good dolls. That combined with Lawliel's profoundly unfucked elfpussy was making her melt into subservience at a visible rate. "I didn't meant it in a bad way- Hnfh..." Lawliel meekly allowed her fat ass to be grabbed and hoisted onto her bosses knee.

"That's my good girl... S'all I can ask really. .. Tell you what, lemme partner you up with someone who's been here a while. She might help you acclimate, really adjust to the new environment. One of two other elves in the office, maybe ya know her.."
The classically racist ‘haha you're both elves maybe you're related!’

"... A partner? Okay- Erm- Maybe, haha... I don't know..." Lawliel cringed at the comment.

"Her name was too long for the office though, so my CIO changed it to Bubbles. Cuz of her lips." Snorting at the bad taste joke, rolling his eyes.. Not realizing he was giving the fat-ass emp-ress the ride of her practically virginal to this moment life. Sure, she probably had dicks or men in her life, but compared to this studly, ripped, orc monstrosity? She might as well have been a blushing maid. Just casually palming her PHAT white cheek, green fingers digging in so hard the flesh pudged out between his fingers, her pussy so close to the head of his donkey-dick.. and he was talking to her about an office partnership. To help. Obviously.

Her moans, her mumbling, any nasty noise or squeak, slutty breath, anything that really made those titties jiggle or her ass clap? She got to watch in real time the physical changes it made his tightly formed, intensely muscular body go through. His heart rate would jump, chest would inflate, sucking in air. His neck would bulge, his fingers would tighten on her body, his dick would swell and grow.. and grow.. and GROW. So by the end of her little mumbling moans of awkward shifting, his cock head was SO Close to her pussy she could feel the heat radiating up onto her mound. Just an inch closer and she could grind herself to a stupid squirting orgasm right there..

"Bubbles? H-Hnh- Okay! Erm- Hahhhh~ G-God- Okay- Sorry- Erm-" Lawliel descended into a mumble of apologies and awkwardness. The stud had elicited a little whimpering moan from her with how much his dick was throbbing... So she'd spoken involuntarily, and was now blushingly apologising. She was literally like a helpless intern.

"Hey-hey.. That's my girl.." His brow raised at her involuntary moan and Lawliel clocked him recognizing it. Enjoying it. Drinking it in. The demeanor on her boss's face changed slightly and he got a more confident smoothness to his actions. His voice even got huskier, deeper.. nodding down to her on his leg.

"You learn from her.. I'll give you an extra special reward tomorrow. If you manage to impress me. Even a little..." He winked flirtatiously, which considering his size and thickness of his neck ALONE, was almost comical.

"A reward? Well... O-Okay... I won't... Disappoint you, Sir." Lawliel cringed. She tried to change the subject. "Can I... Do some work now? I-If I’m meant to be here to do a job… I... I could make you a coffee, or..." Lawliel wanted to get off his knee - She felt distinctly humiliated perching like this! She felt the longer she stayed the more she was going to get groped. Lawliel was going to have to get to used to being grope, she realised - The fact she was already slightly enjoying the reassuring calm of having her wobbly curves held, and her nipples twisted, was pushed to the back of her mind. Mr Breaka was going to teach her not to be ashamed of her biology!

"Mhm. Coffee. Seven sugars, cream.. If we're out you can go downstairs to the women only breakroom. Bessie sets up shop down there and she tastes really good around this time of day, especially if it's protein shake day." He rubbed his jaw thoughtfully as he SLIIID her down off his leg, dragging her pussy down til FLOP she was on the floor, smacking her ass, and sent her out to get him coffee!

The Ex-Empress bimbo-in-training nodded obediently, just thankful to escape from being reduced to orgasm despite two layers of fabric between her hair-trigger MILF cunt and her bosses virile studcock. "Seven sugars, cream.... Hah, oka-AY~! Sir~!!" Lawliel squeaked with outrage as she got a strong green hand CLAPPING into her booty, making her stumble forward, and flee the room with her cheeks jiggling.

The day went by in a blur of heat, small tasks, and NON stop handsy groping. Every moment near him, a hand was on her throat, crushing one of her titties, kneading her ass, working her thighs, flipping her skirt up, tugging her shirt down, commenting on her outfit, her makeup.

Throughout the course of the day, Mr Breaka made one thing quite clear to Lawliel. He was grooming her to be the perfect Suck-retary. He was happy to be patient with her, yes - But if she wasn't the most stunning corporate bimbo doll office wife by the time his family engagement came around, he was at a greater risk of failing to impress his father. And if he didn't impress his father... Then he wasn't going to have this job - And then, if she was LUCKY, Lawliel would get a job at city hall. The degraded Empress felt a weird sense of kinship with the Orc - Both of them wanted the same thing... For him to keep his business. And Lawliel had a clear way to do her part. She'd just have to swallow her pride to do it, if she didn’t want to be turned into an even more brainless fuckdoll than she’d have to become to do this job. At least Mr Breaka seemed… Kind, in his own way.

At the end of the day, Lawliel’s big green boss sent his new Ex-CEO Suckretary out to go spend time with ‘Bubbles,’ but she had to rush home for her own Daddy! Who of course happened to be her boss, not her actual husband. So later that day, she got a message from Bubbles, replete with emojis and gifs and little animations.

"Like OMG HiiIIIIiiiII bessttiiieee!! Sowwy I had to run, Daddy needed lots-a attention before he goes home to wifey! But like, I'm so totes excited that we work together now! You're so LUCKY! So like, where do we start!? Whats the most important thing Mr. Boss Daddy likes?" No one called him Mr. Breaka, everyone's bosses were a Daddy or Sir of some kind, but EVERY girl referred to him in some slutty or sexy pet name. He owned all their pussies and he only ever groped them in passing.

Lawliel almost vomited at the text. "Hi." She responded, overwhelmed by the GIFs and Emojis. "Don't worry about it. I look forward to working with you. Mr Breaka mentioned, simply, he didn't think I looked the part of an impressive Secretary.” Lawliel her nose before inquiring “How can I impress him tomorrow morning?"

Bubbles, Lawliel's new bestie, proceeded to explain that a great way to impress her Boss Daddy would be to get there four hours early, clean his whole office, get a boob job done, and new lips, and new hair, and dress like she was going clubbing, and be squatting with her mouth open for him to piss in when he arrived.

Lawliel managed to talk her down into recommending a skirt with a shorter hem. Lawliel told herself she wasn't dressing for the male gaze and slutting herself out - It was Summer, so naturally she should dress a little more lightly anyway. And besides, couldn't a woman dress pretty and feel confident? Lawliel didn't quite realise she never would have thought that two days ago, but... Male attention and charm and virile violence was having its effect on her.

Lawliel left it all in Bubbles' hands... And so she walked into the breakroom of work with a little trepidation, knowing she had 30 minutes with the jiggly bimbo suck-retary 'bestie' who was eagerly waiting for her to doll her up 'all sexy for your boss daddy... But like not too sexy cause ur shy,' and do her makeup. Lawliel could handle this. She breathed deeply, and walked in smiling. "Hello Bubbles!" The Ex-CEO tried to sound professional and serious, as a jiggling bimbo leaped onto her, squealing and kissing her all over, pawing, groping, and squeezing her even more than her horny orcish boss did.

Bubbles was a vapid, blonde, keyhole lipped, silicone stuffed delight! She USED to be Light Upon Sea Foam, a determined and headstrong feminist. So strong and confident, a soldier, a workhorse, nothing sexual about her. Too stern really, kind of boring! Definitely compared to the new and improved Bubbles! Her once intricate braids done up in two high pigtails, bottle bleach blonde, with these pursed candy coated pink lips that stuck out from her face kind of obscenely. She always had a bit of drool and when she got too excited she made little spit bubbles while she giggled in an empty vapid-ish way. Thinking made her eyes cross. One could practically hear the wind going through her ears.

The girl was in the outfit equivalent of a porno secretary straight out of finishing school. Super tight white top just like her besties, but hers was MUCH sluttier. Deeper V in the neck, slight lace, showing the edge of her pink and slutty half cup bra that really was only there to hold up her SHELF titties. Had to be a low G cup.. back then she was flat. Pure muscle. Now she was more titflesh than girl. Her waist cinched in painfully, surgically, making her the perfect male gaze specimen. Super too high black and pink heels, sheer white stockings to really make her fat ass POP. Lawliel had one thing the other bimbos didn't, an all natural HUGE ass.. which only meant if she got upgraded it would have so much more room to stretch!

"MmmMmmmMMMMMM! You like, look so good in that wittle skirt, gonna make Mr Boss Daddy so happy. He's gona totes wanna FUCK. I bet you he like, gives you a big cock-bonk! You better make sure he's not like hard all day though! OMG! Can you like imagine? Seeing this, like, HUGE ass and havin to walk around with like, a big hard green cock all day? Ugggh.. You're such a TEASE Lawliel.. " Her candy pink fingernails dug into Lawlliel’s big plush ass. The Bubbly Bimbo was on her knees, legs splayed out awkwardly, toying with Lawliels skirt hem line and admiring her panties. Giving her little lipstick marks in smooches in awkward to explain places. Gripping and spreading those asscheeks with Lawliel partially bent over one of the tables, seeing her boss message her.

Mr. Breaka was running a little late that day, which was surprising to even the girls on the floor. So while Lawliel was nervously displaying far more thigh than normal in that skirt, she got a sudden text. It was from an Orc, so it quite literally took her phone over. They even bullied their way through tech. A popup message appearing over all other apps with a quick obvious dictation from the hyper-intelligent Orc. "Running a little late, have coffee, breakfast, and you, ready and waiting in my office. We'll do the inspection over text. Send pictures when able."

Lawiel texted back "Will do." Perhaps a Yes Sir would have been better - Or an ahegaoing selfie to accompany a 'Please come quick Daddy!' would have been perfect. "... He's asking me for pictures.” She mused. “What does that mean? For my inspection?" Lawliel frowned.

Lawliel flushed slightly. "I... Mr Breaka and I will not 'fuck,' Bu- Bubbles." The proud Elf struggled to force herself to call one of her countrywomen such a demeaning name. "I don't aim to be a tease, I assure you." She pouted, and adjusted her skirt.

"Uh-huuuh suuuure you're not gonna like, FUCK. But like, you gotta HELP right? And if you're shakin this Dump-truck ASSMEAT in fron-na him he's gonna like, totally pop wood and need to blow a big load a jizz.." She kept pausing to giggle and drool a little into her shelf titties. So heavy and pale and squishing as she breathed.

Lawliel's bright violent eyes went a little duller - How had she, an Empress, got into the situation where she was being told not to shake her 'dump-truck assmeat' at her big, manly, orcish boss? Well... She sighed. It was depressingly easy to explain. And unless she wanted to become a living jizztoilet for 5 figures worth of men by the end of the year, she'd have to put up with it. "I... I see." Lawliel gulped, and tugged the hem of her skirt back down - Only to have it tugged back up, making her bite her lip.

"And, Is - Bubbles, is a blouse that... That shows off my navel really..." Lawliel cringed, looking down at the tiny white tie up blouse that didn't come close to covering her bra either, which was a size too small and so leaving her wobbly boobs spilling out of the black cups. "Is this really necessary? I am... Quite... Quite embarrassed." Even admitting she was embarrassed was hard for the shy and hoity toity MILF bitch. Bubbles was impossible to talk to. You could say words AT her, but if she processed them she didn't show it. Bubbles stuck out her pierced tongue with a lewd giggle, flicking the barbell on the back of Lawliel’s thighs as she flossed that thong-once-panties up over her hips. Absolutely LURID which crushed Lawliel’s clapping wobble-meat together to be even more appealing.

"Course! You gotta show your belly button.." While she was talking Bubbles kept playing with Lawliels navel with her nails. Flicking it. Teasing it. Already picturing the chain she was gonna put there. Drooling like a vapid cunt. Lawliel didn't bother contesting it, resisting the urge to facepalm.

"Oh hey, didja like, lookit those videos I linked you last night?" She giggled vapidly again and was tugging Lawliel's panties into a sharp wedgie, giving her whale tail and flossing her over sexed, under utilized pussy. If Bubbles was given free reign too long she'd forget to breathe, needed constant redirection. Otherwise her tongue, lips and fingers were.. Busy.

Lawliel went pink. "U-Uhm... Eep~!" The MILF jumped a little as Bubbles YANKED her black panties up, looping them over her hips, rrreaaaallllyyyy stretching the garment that frankly was not designed to be treated like a thong. "I did, they... I found them quite confusing, a-and... Bubbles, I don't wish to be rude, but I don't know if sending- A-Ahem- Videos of such an explicit nature to a colleague is... Appropriate, frankly. I-I shan't inform HR, but, please..."

"M..mm.. hm? WHAT? You wouldn't! I thought we were friends!" The brainrotted bimbo pouted.. then broke out into a fit of giggles. Tugging Lawliel over to the mirror and made her take the selfies. KEpt trying to encourage her to move, jiggle, pose, peace sign.. anything really. Groaning in frustration when she wanted to send plain ones. Lawliel allowed Bubbles to force her fingers into a peace sign, and stared deadpan at the camera.

"Well -" Lawliel paused for a moment, and forced a sickly smile. It wouldn't do to alienate her only guide in this world - Even if Bubbles was a braindead bimbo girlypop, she still needed an Elvish ally in this building. "Of course we are Bubbles..."

Lawliel, once Bubbles had explained, found herself sending a full body mirror selfie to Mr Breaka. Front and back. She recorded a voice note. "I hope my uniform is acceptable Sir - I understand, having been a CEO, the importance of a dress code. I am concerned this top is inappropriate, but my colleague assures me it's fine."

Bubbles whined. "You're bein so bbooooorrriinnng! He's never gonna play with your pussy if you HIDE It.." She frowned and sighed over dramatically.. and after she sent the pictures, Bubbles was eagerly tugging up Lawliels skirt, and pulling her top down to expose her bra and tittie.. taking a quick forced selfie and giggling like crazy when she sent it to her boss. "THERE! See?"

Lawliel squealed. "H-Hey! Wait, don't- Ah!!" Lawliel pulled her tits back into her black lacy bra, forcing the tie-up shirt back into place, going red to the tips of her long ears. "D-Don't do that Bubbles!! Oh my goddess..." She groaned.

It took a few seconds, she got two different messages. One was professional, but stern. "Acceptable, for now. We'll work on it." Then he got their double titty popping nip slip selfie with Lawliel looking horrified and Bubbles torturing her. A quick response later. "Better." Along with a selfie.. this time of him, smirking, leaning back in what looked like a private jet, legs spread, in a tight form fitting black business casual top, slacks snug to that dick, and the angle of the selfie got a HUGE bulge arching up in front of the lens. She could see the fucking main vein running down it in that picture.

That second photo made Lawliel feel flush. Very flushed. For all her racism and resistance and pride... The intellectual recognition she actually had to work with her boss, for her own interest, when coupled with the SHEER FUCKING MANLINESS of his enormous cock bulge, and how much of a frail little jiggledoll she was... Made her knees knock and pussy squelch when she saw his dickveins. And she couldn't deny it. "F-Fuck. Bubbles, I have to... Go and get everything ready for Sir."

She half-heartedly returned Bubbles cheek kisses, dodging sloppy tongue, and frantically ran - In her low heels - To the office, where she hurriedly got hot coffee with cream and seven sugars, six croissants, and herself, sitting behind her desk, ready for Mr Breaka to arrive. She texted him again with a photo of her behind her desk. "Ready!"

It wasn't long before she got a quick buzz back of him, this time in what looked like a limo, holding a mysteriously wrapped black package. Coyly giving her a wink in the selfie. Knew how to play women that weren't used to the confidence of a real man. Been doing it since he was breeding age, which for orcs was about 2 years old. A flash of tusk, a sharp blue eye, intense gaze, let their imagination do the rest. Plus, a hefty bulge in the selfie usually kept them dutifully shlicking off for hours after.

Lawliel stared hard at the photo. "Fuck... I hope he's impressed..." She was already getting used to spitting profanity - The MILF was nervous, and Bubbles was cutely talking about cock and fuck and bitch all the time, so. Lawliel stared at that wink HARD... And then at that HARD bulge HARD.

He let her sit there, anxiously, with Bubbles sitting outside at her own desk BOMBARDING Lawliel with lezzy propoganda and onlyfans shorts and secret clips of Orcs and their employees. Seemed a lot of the sites heavily leaned on the orc / elf fetish..? And apparently the size difference was more than enough. to keep women interested.

Lawliel quietly liked every one of Bubbles' messages. "Haha, thanks girl." She stopped watching most of them - So she thought. In reality, Lawliel ended up clicking on all the raciest, sexiest little outfit recommendations, like she was desperate for a taste of what was inevitably going to happen to her. She knew, deep deep down, she was going to end up even worse than Bubbles. Obviously that was just how things went. But she couldn't admit it to herself, because then Lawliel would have to ask herself why she wasn't leaving...

Just when her attention was slipping he came walking in dramatically, smelling of heat, musk, sweat.. And kind of arid? Blowing past the line of secretaries who were all agog, tongues out, drooling, getting so horny just from this Big-Dick-Energy Orc-ified walking BY that they'd somestimes start shlicking off then and there. Mr. Breaka adjusted his shirt and was tucking it with one hand, which really drew attention to his even BIGGER dick. It went down to near his knee. Absolutely massive, flexed outward, and like all the Orc info she was getting, pent UP. His balls looked nearly as big as Lawliel’s little elf head, his tight black slacks pooched out at the crotch to hold that sack.

"Thanks for holding down the camp while I was gone.. Anyone need a talking to?" Glancing over his shoulder before flashing that smile down to his Suckretary, grabbing the coffee and sipped with a DEEP satisfied almost sexual groan of satisfaction. With that black wrapped box in front of her..

Lawliel felt her brain flash with excitement for her gift! And she groaned the moment after - Was she already eating out of this bastards hand, letting him ply her with treats? Lawliel was finding it hard to fight her body… It knew it was made for Orc dick - And THIS orc’s dick specifically. Lawliel didn’t want to let her brain catch up… But the flash of schoolgirl crush excitement at seeing his muscles flex when he came in made Lawliel whimper at how far she’d fallen in 24 hours. How was Lawliel going to walk this tightrope, letting herself fall far enough to avoid being fired and condemned to a life of being raped into brainless mush… But stay above it all enough that she would remain herself?

… She really hoped he liked her new outfit! Lawliel coyly tucked some hair behind her ear, and blushed, looking away from him with an indignant, bratty pout. “H-Hi.”

Mr Breaka found her feigned disinterest all the more endearing!

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Hope you all enjoyed! Ch.3 is available through my discord, with more to come for now!