Kristi Noem's eyes adjusted from sun to indoor lighting, slowly making out details of what she had fully expected but almost never expected to see. At least not to anyone who had sold their souls all this time to please Trump and Musk.
"This kind of job might make sense for some black bitch, but I worked for you! I defended you in court!"
Kristi couldn't see the woman yet, but she knew the voice. She also knew what would happen next. Not because she did the same - stupid though she was, living to 53 afforded enough common sense not to put up a fight - but because she spent enough time sucking dick throughout her career to see the signs.
A man approached the other woman. He towered over her, stepping aside to provide a view of that woman in her tight white coat with its upper half spread open to show the fancy blouse barely containing her jugs. Then he grabbed that blouse and ripped it clean off.
"What are you doing?!" the woman shrieked.
"Ms. Habba. You may not be a black bitch, but you're a dumb one, and a filthy Arab besides. You'll do your job and you'll love it, or you'll be eating shit."
Alina Habba didn't have time to fully register that threat before Trump and his entourage invited in the press. Slack-jawed and open-boobed, she reached up and clutched her cross necklace while the photographers captured the fullness of her bust and the large thickness of her dark aureoles. Of course, like all the people who surrounded Trump and Musk, her affiliation with Catholicism was complete and utter bullshit. The cross meant nothing to her. She still held it out of force of habit.
In those moments before this press conference started, Alina's gaze fell on the White House Skank. Just days ago, she had merrily posted on X about how much Kristi Noem deserved her new job. 'The ugly old whore's finally doing her civic duty,' she remembered putting out there. The flow of likes, reposts and wild press had given her one of many shots of euphoria she'd felt in watching her enemies and now direct rivals fall one by one.
It came to her mind now not out of regret, but quiet desperation. Okay, maybe she hadn't treated Kristi well recently... but that experience had to evoke some empathy from the hag! Surely she wouldn't want another woman to go through the same bouts of shame. Especially not when Alina gave her sad puppy eyes, quietly begging for sympathy.
She got her answer: a taunting, satisfied smirk.
Despite her lack of clothes, despite her title, despite how rudely everyone treated her, Kristi Noem behaved exactly as she and the rest of her female colleagues did in moments like this. For one brief moment, she could look on gleefully as someone else received heapings of humiliation and abuse. With all the cameras aimed away, Kristi took this chance to scratch her itchy cunt and keep rubbing it for something more.
Once reality kicked in for Alina, the rest went unsurprisingly easy. Unsurprising, because as bad as this was, she already had several years of falling in line and kissing ass under her boobs.
"Thank you for coming," Alina addressed the press pool. "Since 2021, I've had the privilege of working for the President as his attorney. This stint led to a wonderful time as Counselor to the President in 2025. However..."
She grinned. Very wide, very fake, but she poured her fear and allegiance into making it as convincing as she could. Lowering her hands from her cross, she undid and removed her jacket. Then her white pants. Then her panties. As the flashes almost blinded her, she left her remaining clothes in a pile and let the press film away.
"I've recently come to realize that like all women, I'm too much of a dumbass for the job. What's worse is how I stole the job from far more qualified white men, making me no better than a DEI hire. Then, to top it off, I've run my airhead mouth too much and made President Trump look bad with my idiocy. It has to stop. That's why, effective immediately, I'm stepping down as Counselor to the President and proudly taking on a whole new role as Counselor to Privates."
The cameras followed as Alina headed from her starting place to a nearby table. There, laid out at length, was an array of items to comprise her new uniform.
She started with clipping on earrings shaped like dicks. A military camo hat went on her head next, followed by several stickers - placeholders for the tattoos to come. On her right shoulder, she had the American flag. On her left, the army's yellow with green outline insignia normally used for an enlisted private with one important tweak: it shaped the tip like a cock head and the bottom ends like swelled balls. She paired them with two rectangle stickers, one of her name over her giant right boob and one saying PRIVATES above the other.
Finally, she put on her equipment. Her belt buckle snapped as she put it around her waist. Her generous hips kept the military green band from sliding off. Pouches and objects along the belt gave an idea of her new duties. Lube, condoms and Viagra comprised most of these supplies. She slung the last piece over her shoulder, its black strap crossing over her chest and slipping between her tits. Troops normally carried their rifles in this manner, but in her new role, Alina wouldn't need any kind of weapon. The strap was its own purpose.
Alina spun. Let the cameras capture her from every angle. When she believed Trump, Musk and the rest to be satisfied, she faced the cameras again.
"As you can see, my new job places me within service of the armed forces. It'll keep me far away from President Trump so I don't waste his time with my dumb babbling. There's another reason though."
As soon as she said this, the door beside her opened. Men filed in. But not just any men. Servicemen. Army, Navy, Air Force, Space Force and all the other armed forces both pre-existing and newly launched by Trump, at least one white man from each branch walked in and lined up. These soldiers each held the lowest possible ranking with the exception of one who ranked even lower: Alina Habba herself.
"You might remember that one time when I said military veterans laid off by DOGE may not be fit to have a job. That was a mistake. , I said some really dumbass things as Counselor to the President, but I was really talking out of my ass that day. These new recruits are here to keep me from making that mistake again by plugging it up. I deserve it, just like I deserve to be the lowest ranked enlistee in the entire history of America. It's in counseling these and other privates' privates that I hope to learn more humility and respect for our brave soldiers and veterans."
Alina turned to face the lineup. The military world had very rigid customs for how to salute. What she did could have easily been mistaken for abject failure at all of them to those unaware that her new status came with her own special salute.
She began with her legs spread wide. This pose demonstrated looseness, an invite to accept anything. What followed was her eyes settling not on each soldier, but on their crotches. A lick of her lips suggested want. Her left hand went up, palm angled toward herself, fingers arched. Then at last, she pressed her hand against her left boob and squeezed.
She held the pose. An overwhelming desire to see everyone's reaction, to know how they took this display, made keeping her eyes on the balls very difficult - but she managed.
"At ease!"
Alina took to the command readily, dropping her arm to her side. It still left her with the absolute worst posture and a goofy stance. Her shoulders drooped while she leaned forward, pussy splayed openly for perfect shots.
"Abooooout face!"
Easier said than done, but she did it. Instead of a sharp, crisp turn, Alina waddled around until she faced away from the line of soldiers. This allowed her to witness the gawks, leers and derisive mockery aimed at her in this predicament. Like Kristi Noem, excessive makeup hid her embarrassment. Unlike Kristi Noem, is still showed on her neck and chest.
"Preseeeeent. ARSE!"
A little hop permitted Alina to close her legs. If it had stopped there, relief would have run through her. The next step ruined that brief respite. Bending over, she went down until her ass stuck out high and her boobs dangled low in her face. Her hands reached behind, slipped between her cheeks, and spread them wide as she could take them.
If only she hadn't aided Trump, she wouldn't be in this mess... is what most women would think. Not Alina. Instead, she fumed at the reporters capturing her gaping hole for posterity. SHE was different from those losers who thought they could resist. She deserved better!
A cock ramming up her ass ended that train of thought. Hands grabbed her waist, holding her steady while her thighs jiggled and tits violently swayed. Without gentleness or lube, each thrust came with a harsh friction burn. The only constant to console her was its rhythm. She could anticipate and brace herself, until she couldn't.
"Aiii!" Alina squealed as the soldier wrapped his arms under hers and lifted her in the air.
It accomplished two things. First, she found her weight slipping the dick deeper inside. Second, it exposed her whole body. Everyone watched as this sweating cow gasped.
"Contain yourself, Privates Alina," a nearby officer commanded. "We expect you to last for the entire 21 guns salute."
"Twenty-one?! You have got to be fucking- ooooh my god!"
The soldier set her down and went back to it, the first of many ass fuckings to come.
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New Orders: Privates Alina Habba
Kristi Noem's eyes adjusted from sun to indoor lighting, slowly making out details of what she had fully expected but almost never expected to see. At least not to anyone who had sold their souls all this time to please Trump and Musk.
"This kind of job might make sense for some black bitch, but I worked for you! I defended you in court!"
Kristi couldn't see the woman yet, but she knew the voice. She also knew what would happen next. Not because she did the same - stupid though she was, living to 53 afforded enough common sense not to put up a fight - but because she spent enough time sucking dick throughout her career to see the signs.
A man approached the other woman. He towered over her, stepping aside to provide a view of that woman in her tight white coat with its upper half spread open to show the fancy blouse barely containing her jugs. Then he grabbed that blouse and ripped it clean off.
"What are you doing?!" the woman shrieked.
"Ms. Habba. You may not be a black bitch, but you're a dumb one, and a filthy Arab besides. You'll do your job and you'll love it, or you'll be eating shit."
Alina Habba didn't have time to fully register that threat before Trump and his entourage invited in the press. Slack-jawed and open-boobed, she reached up and clutched her cross necklace while the photographers captured the fullness of her bust and the large thickness of her dark aureoles. Of course, like all the people who surrounded Trump and Musk, her affiliation with Catholicism was complete and utter bullshit. The cross meant nothing to her. She still held it out of force of habit.
In those moments before this press conference started, Alina's gaze fell on the White House Skank. Just days ago, she had merrily posted on X about how much Kristi Noem deserved her new job. 'The ugly old whore's finally doing her civic duty,' she remembered putting out there. The flow of likes, reposts and wild press had given her one of many shots of euphoria she'd felt in watching her enemies and now direct rivals fall one by one.
It came to her mind now not out of regret, but quiet desperation. Okay, maybe she hadn't treated Kristi well recently... but that experience had to evoke some empathy from the hag! Surely she wouldn't want another woman to go through the same bouts of shame. Especially not when Alina gave her sad puppy eyes, quietly begging for sympathy.
She got her answer: a taunting, satisfied smirk.
Despite her lack of clothes, despite her title, despite how rudely everyone treated her, Kristi Noem behaved exactly as she and the rest of her female colleagues did in moments like this. For one brief moment, she could look on gleefully as someone else received heapings of humiliation and abuse. With all the cameras aimed away, Kristi took this chance to scratch her itchy cunt and keep rubbing it for something more.
Once reality kicked in for Alina, the rest went unsurprisingly easy. Unsurprising, because as bad as this was, she already had several years of falling in line and kissing ass under her boobs.
"Thank you for coming," Alina addressed the press pool. "Since 2021, I've had the privilege of working for the President as his attorney. This stint led to a wonderful time as Counselor to the President in 2025. However..."
She grinned. Very wide, very fake, but she poured her fear and allegiance into making it as convincing as she could. Lowering her hands from her cross, she undid and removed her jacket. Then her white pants. Then her panties. As the flashes almost blinded her, she left her remaining clothes in a pile and let the press film away.
"I've recently come to realize that like all women, I'm too much of a dumbass for the job. What's worse is how I stole the job from far more qualified white men, making me no better than a DEI hire. Then, to top it off, I've run my airhead mouth too much and made President Trump look bad with my idiocy. It has to stop. That's why, effective immediately, I'm stepping down as Counselor to the President and proudly taking on a whole new role as Counselor to Privates."
The cameras followed as Alina headed from her starting place to a nearby table. There, laid out at length, was an array of items to comprise her new uniform.
She started with clipping on earrings shaped like dicks. A military camo hat went on her head next, followed by several stickers - placeholders for the tattoos to come. On her right shoulder, she had the American flag. On her left, the army's yellow with green outline insignia normally used for an enlisted private with one important tweak: it shaped the tip like a cock head and the bottom ends like swelled balls. She paired them with two rectangle stickers, one of her name over her giant right boob and one saying PRIVATES above the other.
Finally, she put on her equipment. Her belt buckle snapped as she put it around her waist. Her generous hips kept the military green band from sliding off. Pouches and objects along the belt gave an idea of her new duties. Lube, condoms and Viagra comprised most of these supplies. She slung the last piece over her shoulder, its black strap crossing over her chest and slipping between her tits. Troops normally carried their rifles in this manner, but in her new role, Alina wouldn't need any kind of weapon. The strap was its own purpose.
Alina spun. Let the cameras capture her from every angle. When she believed Trump, Musk and the rest to be satisfied, she faced the cameras again.
"As you can see, my new job places me within service of the armed forces. It'll keep me far away from President Trump so I don't waste his time with my dumb babbling. There's another reason though."
As soon as she said this, the door beside her opened. Men filed in. But not just any men. Servicemen. Army, Navy, Air Force, Space Force and all the other armed forces both pre-existing and newly launched by Trump, at least one white man from each branch walked in and lined up. These soldiers each held the lowest possible ranking with the exception of one who ranked even lower: Alina Habba herself.
"You might remember that one time when I said military veterans laid off by DOGE may not be fit to have a job. That was a mistake. , I said some really dumbass things as Counselor to the President, but I was really talking out of my ass that day. These new recruits are here to keep me from making that mistake again by plugging it up. I deserve it, just like I deserve to be the lowest ranked enlistee in the entire history of America. It's in counseling these and other privates' privates that I hope to learn more humility and respect for our brave soldiers and veterans."
Alina turned to face the lineup. The military world had very rigid customs for how to salute. What she did could have easily been mistaken for abject failure at all of them to those unaware that her new status came with her own special salute.
She began with her legs spread wide. This pose demonstrated looseness, an invite to accept anything. What followed was her eyes settling not on each soldier, but on their crotches. A lick of her lips suggested want. Her left hand went up, palm angled toward herself, fingers arched. Then at last, she pressed her hand against her left boob and squeezed.
She held the pose. An overwhelming desire to see everyone's reaction, to know how they took this display, made keeping her eyes on the balls very difficult - but she managed.
"At ease!"
Alina took to the command readily, dropping her arm to her side. It still left her with the absolute worst posture and a goofy stance. Her shoulders drooped while she leaned forward, pussy splayed openly for perfect shots.
"Abooooout face!"
Easier said than done, but she did it. Instead of a sharp, crisp turn, Alina waddled around until she faced away from the line of soldiers. This allowed her to witness the gawks, leers and derisive mockery aimed at her in this predicament. Like Kristi Noem, excessive makeup hid her embarrassment. Unlike Kristi Noem, is still showed on her neck and chest.
"Preseeeeent. ARSE!"
A little hop permitted Alina to close her legs. If it had stopped there, relief would have run through her. The next step ruined that brief respite. Bending over, she went down until her ass stuck out high and her boobs dangled low in her face. Her hands reached behind, slipped between her cheeks, and spread them wide as she could take them.
If only she hadn't aided Trump, she wouldn't be in this mess... is what most women would think. Not Alina. Instead, she fumed at the reporters capturing her gaping hole for posterity. SHE was different from those losers who thought they could resist. She deserved better!
A cock ramming up her ass ended that train of thought. Hands grabbed her waist, holding her steady while her thighs jiggled and tits violently swayed. Without gentleness or lube, each thrust came with a harsh friction burn. The only constant to console her was its rhythm. She could anticipate and brace herself, until she couldn't.
"Aiii!" Alina squealed as the soldier wrapped his arms under hers and lifted her in the air.
It accomplished two things. First, she found her weight slipping the dick deeper inside. Second, it exposed her whole body. Everyone watched as this sweating cow gasped.
"Contain yourself, Privates Alina," a nearby officer commanded. "We expect you to last for the entire 21 guns salute."
"Twenty-one?! You have got to be fucking- ooooh my god!"
The soldier set her down and went back to it, the first of many ass fuckings to come.