1534: Celebrian – Part EightPosted: September 17, 2016
Author: A now-forgotten servant of Morgoth the Defiler
Topic: Lord of the Rings
Critiqued by KittyNoodles
*** WARNING: The following riff contains some of the most horrifying rape scenes ever encountered within the halls of this Library. If dendrophilia, biastophilia, erotic humiliation, sadism, masochism, narratophilia, teratophilia, salirophilia, cum inflation, kidnapping, sexism, slavery, or victim shaming/blaming bother you even a little bit, this riff may not be for you. Step lightly, okay guys? ***
[*gurgles* – Lyle]
[Kitty ushers a very flinchy-looking Sindar elf into the Booth, keeping one hand on his shoulder and speaking very softly to him as they pick their way through the pillow-and-blanket fortress. The elf is decked out in some decidedly modern-age pajamas and is wearing a sticker that reads, “Hello! My Name Is… Obviously Ithalond”.]
Kitty: …And I need to say hi to the Patrons – that’s the group of people who will be watching this whole thing later, remember what I told you about cameras? – so don’t freak out too much, okay? And there are extra blankets and pillows near the screen.
Obviously Ithalond: [with an accent very similar to that of a native Welsh speaker] Thank you. That sounds wonderful.
Kitty: And you’re sure you want to help me with this? You just got out of there; nobody’s going to judge you if you take a few weeks or so to recover and get used to everything, first.
Obviously Ithalond: No, that’s all right. I think I would rather finish what I was made to start.
Kitty: And… about your name…?
Obviously Ithalond: I think, at least for the moment, that it may be best if I wait to change my name. It will hopefully prevent confusion among our “Patrons.”
[looking down at the sticker on his chest] Although I must ask… Is the, ah, “name tag” really necessary?
Kitty: Nah, you can toss it.
[Kitty removes the sticker. Obviously Ithalond shall now be referred to by the narration as Ithalond.]
Ithalond: Thank you.
[Ithalond sits down near the front and glances at one of the stuffed animals next to him.]
Kitty: I forgot to mention the stuffed animals. I thought they could make pretty good backup pillows, if nothing else.
[Ithalond reaches over to pluck a toy rabbit from the floor. As he does, two things become apparent: His sweater sleeves are longer than strictly necessary, and there are no hand-shaped bulges near the cuffs. Still, he manages to grab the stuffed animal with his arms with only a slight wince and settles it in his lap.]Kitty: All set?
Ithalond: I believe so.
Hello, Patrons, and welcome to yet another installment of Celebrian, the masturbation fantasy that’s so transparent you can almost smell Dae–
Yeah, I can’t finish that thought. It’s too gross.
Ithalond: At least you came closer to finishing your thought than you did while practicing in front of the mirror.
Kitty: Kind of a Pyrrhic victory, really.
Ithalond: A what?
Kitty: Whoops, forgot you’re still new to English. A Pyrrhic victory is one that harms the victor as much as – if not more than – the loser.
Kitty: Anyway, in our last installment we watched fake!Celebrían do horrible things with the orc king as a means of buying me enough time to get the evacuation dohickey all fired up and ready to get Ithalond out of the fic. It worked, but Ithalond and I are both pretty squarely convinced that the female lead in this fic is not, in fact, the Lady of Imladris.
Ithalond: I have my doubts that she is one of the Firstborn at all.
Kitty: Kind of hard to disagree with you. Are you ready to tackle some of this?
With the draught within her, Celebrian sang her slut-names and worked her magic on the king, even lapping his semen from the floor this time. She took the king’s cock in her mouth, pussy and anus, coming to climax each time, with a little assistance from her fingers on her clit.
Kitty: Still doing okay?
[Ithalond blinks a few times and doesn’t respond.]
Kitty: Shit, we broke him. Hang on–
Kitty: [flat on her back] How did you judo flip me with no hands and without standing up?
Ithalond: [calmly petting the stuffed rabbit] You startled me.
Kitty: All I did was tap your shoulder.
When the king seemed spent, she stood in front of him, proud of her service and the great wash of stickiness covering her body.
Ithalond: Well of course she is proud. She is little better than a cleverly disguised goblin.
Kitty: Shhh, we know. Don’t worry, things get arguably less horrific in a bit.
But the king, though obviously pleasured had turned his attention back to the orc-bitch with the great breasts. He fondled her great teats and toyed with the quivering mass of her breasts.
Kitty: It strikes me that Daeum takes great pleasure in referring to anything female in this fic in extremely dehumanizing terms.
Ithalond: There are no humans in this story.
Kitty: I know. Dehumanizing is one of those irritating words that only applies to humans, but means something that could apply to any sentient creature.
Ithalond: Ah. [thinks for a bit] Does it refer to words or actions that make one seem less of an person?
Kitty: More or less. In this case, it refers to every instance – and there have been many – of a female in this story being referred to by the narration or another character as a bitch, whore, slut, or any other similarly demeaning term. I would even argue that matron, in this setting, is a word that reduces the woman it describes to a position or single personality trait or physical feature. Daeum uses terms that essentially diminish the women in his story to objects and pets, and – as we’ve been witnessing these last few installments – is all too eager to drain the only female character with any personality of all resistance and substance, thereby reducing her to this mindlessly docile fuck-doll we’re seeing now.
Ithalond: So my writer in fact only appreciates females for their physical attractiveness, and therefore likely loses interest in any female who does not bow to his libido.
Kitty: I think it’s a bit worse than that. Both times that Fake!Celebrían struggled against taking the draught, we saw Daeum put nearly as much description into his writing as he normally does only for the sex scenes. He doesn’t just want a docile sex slave – he wants to break down an initially resistant woman and make her become obedient. Daeum, in writing this, is displaying his own biastophilia – which is, as I’ve said before, rape fetishism wherein the biastophile gets off on imagining or actively assaulting others.
I’ll be among the first to defend writing about any subject you want, but there’s a clear difference between biastophilia and rape fantasies – namely that the former is a big red flag for potential or active rapists. To see it come out in the little details like the terminology used is extremely chilling, because the little things like terminology and unbalanced treatment are what mark this as being written by a biastophile, for biastophiles.
Ithalond: A rape fantasy would not look the same?
Kitty: As someone who reads and writes rape fantasy, no. Absolutely not. Rape fantasy involves being coerced or forced as the victim, for starters. While that can come with erotic humiliation and/or sadomasochism, a lot of rape fantasizers still gravitate more towards works that display some level of respect for the victim – we don’t want to be treated like garbage, and a lot of us in fact envision situations that occur because our “attackers” are drawn to us beyond the point of reason or restraint. If and when we do fantasize about being treated like garbage, it’s most likely because we’re in a mental place where we feel out of control and are consequently subconsciously seeking control or punishment. Or both.
Ithalond: This is all very distressing and a bit disturbing.
Kitty: How do you think rape fantasy became a staple of “deviant” sexual behaviors and fantasies without a great many people publicly copping to it? We know it’s weird.
Back to my point: Language like what we’re seeing here either doesn’t show up very much in stories written by rape fantasizers, in stories written for rape fantasizers, or at the very least it gradually tapers out as the stories progress the stories progress. If anything, Daeum’s language is becoming steadily more abusive as the story progresses, as though he’s beginning to become irritated now that the designated victim is beginning to accept the abuse he’s heaping on her.
Ithalond: In other words, you believe the language Daeum uses is the result of his boredom with this part the story?
Kitty: Yes. Fake!Celebrían is broken pretty thoroughly, and now that there’s no challenge and it’s not as obviously non-consensual as it was in the beginning, Daeum is getting bored. That also explains why every sex scene following the first one has been more and more rushed. You can literally see Daeum trying to hurry along to the next bit of resistance in the story.
Celebrian found herself growing jealous. Jealous of an orc-bitch.
Kitty: Oh, look. Competition between females. Anyone wanna bet she starts mud wrestling with the she-Orc?
Ithalond: That might be a welcome reprieve from the rest of this… abomination.
Kitty: Which is why it’s not going to happen.
“Take my breasts, my king, they are firmer and sweeter than that hag’s,” Celebrian said.
Kitty: See, we’re focusing on this part because Daeum wants women to fight over him – therefore, he’s written women who bicker over his self-insert, the orc king. Bonus points for one of the women fighting over the orc king after weeks of being broken to his will.
“Silence, cock-sucker. Your feeble tits are not worthy of my attention.”
Kitty: Verbal degradation of the body of a woman you obviously have a sexual attraction to for the sole purpose of reminding her who’s in charge and who’s the glorified sex toy. Check.
Ithalond: Is that a bingo card?
Kitty: You know what bingo is?
He continued to fondle the female. Celebrian watched with longing and frustration.
Kitty: Because it’s no fun if your victim doesn’t secretly find you attractive.
Ithalond: Is he truly doing nothing more than playing with the Orc woman’s breasts?
Kitty: Treating women like mindless toys put on this world for his own amusement is another, less subtle way that Daeum shows us how awful he is as a lifeform of any sort.
Oops, and it’s another bingo square!
The king eventually turned his attention back to Celebrian.
Kitty: And ostensibly gives her the kind of look-over one might give a car at a dealership, because he then says this:
“If it weren’t for those sad paps, you would be the best, little elf-bitch.”
Kitty: [quietly singsong] Bingo.
Also, everyone in favor of declaring “paps” the most disgusting euphemism for breasts, raise your hands.
Now slap the person next to you.
[Ithalond reaches over and jabs Kitty in the ribs with his his elbow, causing her to shriek and fall over.]
Ithalond: Ai! I haven’t hurt you, have I?
Kitty: [weakly] Ticklish. I’d slap you back, but you might fling me through a wall.
Ithalond: I might.
She nodded in agreement, still in the heat of the draught.
“But that can be fixed.”
Kitty: Biastophilia Bingo Bonus Round! “Fixing” a perceived shortcoming in the body of your victim! And said shortcoming really being the result of your victim not quite having what you perceive to be the ideal body type!
Ithalond: Why do you take such joy in this atrocity?
Kitty: Oh, I don’t. I just think it’s much better to laugh at what hurts. The hurt doesn’t stop or lessen for it, but you end up spiting the cause of it, at least.
Ithalond: You would have loved Imladris.
“Can it?” she asked eagerly. “You can make my body perfect with great breasts to match your wonderful cock? Is it possible my lord, oh, great ass-filler?”
Kitty: The victim wants to “fix” herself to appease her abuser’s “mighty” penis!
Wait, why is that on the Biastophilia Bingo Card? That’s more sexist than biastophilic. Did the PCC not proofread these things before they printed and packaged them for sale?
Ithalond: The what?
Kitty: The Plot Contrivance Corporation, manufacturer of all your contrived plot needs! Does Mary Sue-Ann need a Tome of Unlimited Knowledge? Does Marty McStu desperately require a tragic backstory halfway into a boss battle in order to unlock Super Special Secret Powers? The PCC has you covered!
Ithalond: I see.
Kitty: Their bingo cards are really fantastic. They printed up the Biastophilia series just for me, and all I had to do was [REDACTED]!
Ithalond: I am having second thoughts about remaining here. This is a silly place.
The king whispered into the she-orc’s ear. She went away down a tunnel and returned with two leathery bags.
Kitty: Wanting to be surrounded by women who do exactly as they’re told, when they’re told is also more sexist than biastophilic, and yet here it is on the card. Weird.
Ithalond: I once encountered a Man who believed his lady should serve his every whim without question or complaint. He was a vicious, stupid creature, and she was well served when he was killed during a raid on their village.
Kitty: Plotbunnies aside, your point is…?
Ithalond: Perhaps there are squares dealing with sexism on your bingo cards because unequal treatment and expectations contribute to violence between the sexes, of which rape is the chiefest and most horrific?
Kitty: …Well played, PCC. Well played.
Celebrian so that they were full of some liquid and had some sort of spout at the their bottom.
Kitty: So to summarize: the female Orc is holding two leathery bags that end in a single spout-like protrusion of some sort, and are filled with enough liquid that Fake!Celebrían can tell that they contain liquid.
Ithalond: Such astounding descriptive skills! Truly Daeum is a master of the written word!
Kitty: Is that sass I hear?
Ithalond: I am an Elf. Of course that was sass.
As the orc-bitch grew close, Celebrian released that the sacks were made from the breast-skin of some immense orc-female.
Ithalond: WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST LET THEM KILL ME?!
Kitty: OH MY GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA–
She did not care. It was the liquid she wanted, if it could give her breasts that would capture her king.
Fury: She is the one who has been captured. Foolish woman.
Patrons, I regret to inform you that Kitty and Ithalond have been removed to a recovery area for the duration of this installment. In the meantime, it seems I shall have to fill their place.
The elf-bitch dribbled the contents of the sacks through the teat-hole onto Celebrian’s breasts.
Fury: I can think of a few ways this scene might have been made more traumatic yet. Fortunately, Daeum is either not that creative or not quite that perverse.
[looks at Kitty’s discarded bingo cards]
Evidently it is the former.
“Rub it in,” said the king.
Celebrian rubbed the milky liquid into her skin while the orc-bitch continued to dribble it out. It seemed that her pores sucked it up. It took an hour before the contents were soaked into her breasts.
Fury: Really, now. For the duration of an entire hour, these two women were engaged in an activity which required repetitive arm- and hand motions and a sustained contraction of the muscles therein.
Kitty is yet suffering from a pinched nerve in the back of one shoulder, an injury she earned several months ago during her first of roughly twenty hours of stuffing mail-in ballot envelopes to be sent to absentee voters. Her task was arguably less taxing in terms of weight and dexterity than what Celebrían has done in this scene; however, as Celebrían is an Elf and therefore possessed of greater physical strength than a human, the strain upon Kitty and Celebrían during their respective tasks should be about equal.
Now, Kitty is a physically fit but athletically lacking human female in her early twenties, and during the time of her injury was bolstered by a combination of caffeine and adrenaline – the latter being due to her attempts to outpace her more practiced coworkers as well as in response to the numerous papercuts she endured as a result of working too quickly. Although Celebrían is an Elf, she is a noblewoman who is unlikely to have seen much – if any – battle or hard physical labor, and while her immortality lends her greater physical strength and energy, it does not defend her from bodily injury. Additionally, she has spent weeks imprisoned by an extremely insatiable orc king and has ostensibly eaten only enough to survive between meals, thus weakening her somewhat.
This all puts Kitty and Celebrían at roughly the same physical statuses in terms of their overall health at the time of their respective activities in comparison to what is considered the norm for their respective peoples. Therefore, I can only assume Celebrían is suffering repetitive motion injuries in her wrists or shoulders at this point in time.
Already the absorbed moisture has swollen her breasts to twice their normal size. They were hard and tender. And still far smaller than the great orcs paps on the female before her.
Fury: It is relieving to see that Daeum’s fundamental lack of understanding in regards to physiology remains consistent. It serves as a rock to which his unfortunate readers can cling, an unwavering source of derision and spite.
And yet it is still incredibly annoying.
“Take her back to her room and feed her well so that her breasts grow immense,” ordered the king.
Fury: Ah, then there is a great deal of chocolate and bread in her future.
Back in her cell, she cleaned herself. They gave her a new gown and took away the dildo. They fed her meat and milk. She did not let herself dwell on the source of the meat or the milk.
Fury: Fair enough; meat and dairy are similarly well suited to increasing breast size by way of adding more fat to a woman’s overall physique – though bread, being derivative of grain, tends to rank higher than meat among the foods known for increasing breast size.
Strange that they have given her a new dress – which she will certainly soon outgrow – and removed her dildo. Perhaps the king wishes his slave to be starved for physical attention when next she is brought before him.
With the draught long out of her system, she dreaded the request she had made and willed her breasts to remain their apple-size. Perhaps the potion had not taken effect because the swelling in her breasts subsided and they seemed to return to her old size, perhaps a shade bigger.
Fury: I am confused. Were her breasts swollen due to having absorbed the potion? If so, why were we not shown that same potion either leaking from her or continuing to work through her system? And if they did not absorb so much as react to the potion, why did the narration make it seem as though they drank it in like open vessels?
As for Ithalond, she never saw him again. He was not in the chamber when she had returned. No doubt he suffered before his death but the memory of his scorn kept her from mourning.
Fury: That truly is for the best. As far as she knows, Ithalond is in a better place; we have seen no Dark creatures here with enough magical prowess to bind spirits to the mortal world, which means an Elf who dies in the custody of these Orcs would be perfectly capable of returning to the Halls of Mandos, where the spirits of slain Elves retreat to await re-embodiment and find spiritual healing and growth. Unless Ithalond refused for some vastly compelling reason to leave for the Halls and in so doing became one of the Houseless Ones, if he had been slain he would quite literally have gone to a better place.
As far as we are aware, of course, Ithalond has been successfully evacuated from the story and is currently being sedated for his own health. It would do her no good to mourn the death of someone who is not dead.
A week since last pleasuring the king, the door of her cell slowly opened. In the dim light, she saw an elf. But not one maimed and near death. She was rescued.
Fury: It is as though her rescuer stands before me now. I can nearly see him.
Oh, I am mistaken, that is a shadow cast by Ithalond’s toy rabbit.
Canonically, Celebrían was rescued by her sons, Elladan and Elrohir – who, despite the conviction of the fan community, were never actually marked as twins by any canonical or supplemental text. In light of that, the Elf Celebrían now faces could be one of her own sons, particularly with the lack of description Daeum has given us.
The sons of Elrond and Celebrían are described as being dark-haired, gray-eyed, and very physically similar to each other – the latter being among the reasons why they are so widely depicted as being twins in fanfiction and fanart. To assist you in picturing them, I have gone through the trouble of looking through Kitty’s cellular telephone for fanart of Elladan and Elrohir.
Do not look at me like that. It is Kitty’s cellular telephone. It would be more startling if she did not have fanart of the sons of Elrond saved to her gallery.
Picture courtesy of deviantARTist euryadice.
I will limit the images to these two out of the many I came across, and spare you the copious amount of pornography I discovered in the process. You are quite welcome.
Later, re-united with Elrond in the light of the sun, clothed once again in garments fit for her status, she could not meet his eyes. Tenderly, he embraced her and told her, “Fear not, my love. No matter what was done to you, it is over.”
Fury: You, sir, are horrendous at being a loving and attentive husband. Your wife stands before you severely scarred by her ordeal, and rather than do all within your power to make her remember and understand that nothing of what she has endured could ever possibly have been her fault, much less darken or lessen your love for her, you inform her only that what is done is done and assume that will be comfort enough for her.
During the return to Rivendell and afterwards, Elrond was kind and gentle with her. He held her often so that she knew he did not scorn her yet made no attempt for sex either. When he felt her shudder at his touch, he ignored it. He knew it might be years before she was ready again. But years for an elf were nothing when ages stretched before the both of them.
Fury: And now you think only of the wait ahead of you before your beloved is comfortable enough to attempt sexual interaction with you again. You are not Elrond Half-elven. You are merely another shallow male obstacle Daeum has created for his true “protagonists” to overcome.
Patrons, this riff has already gone on quite long enough. On top of that, I can no longer tolerate this false Elrond. I am afraid we shall have to go our separate ways for now.