Elf CEO Becomes an Orc Suckretary Ch. 01

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)