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.
