The Corruption and Degredation of Mary Sue

Chapter 12: Take Aim and Fire

“Did you enjoy that?” asked Haldir as Celebelen pushed aside the tray he had brought her. Yet again her pupils had gone all funny and while she was still far from happy she had stopped dribbling. He was sitting on her bed, leaning back against the headboard, looking infinitely comfortable with his surroundings as elves were prone to do.

“Thank you,” said Celebelen meekly, before stifling a yawn. “I guess I’m pretty tired,” she said.

“Well it’s been a trying day,” said Haldir, adding ‘for me, you wretched human’ in his head. Celebelen nodded vaguely in agreement, feeling slightly fuzzy headed and apathetic. “If you want a good night’s sleep, I’ve got some er… sedatives from Lothlorien. You will have to smoke it though,” said Haldir insidiously, smiling.

“I don’t smoke,” said Celebelen demurely. “It causes cancer, don’t you know?”

“What’s that?” asked Haldir, intrigued.

“You’ve never heard of cancer?” asked Celebelen, stunned. Haldir shook his head. “It’s a really nasty disease that kills you!”

“It obviously doesn’t exist here. So you should be safe,” said Haldir, totally out of his depths but that seemed to make little difference. The sedatives seemed to be working. Now he just needed to get her hooked on evil orc narcotics.

Too tired to argue and realising that she needed to fit in here, Celebelen succumbed to peer pressure. She stood up and wearily moved onto the bed, smiling at the elf. He was so much nicer and more attentive than Legolas. Haldir clearly cared about her, that much was obvious. And so what if he wasn’t a prince? He was still clearly an important elf to some extent.

“Here you go,” said Haldir, tapping several smaller crystals into the pipe and handing it to Celebelen.

“What do I do?” she asked uncertainly.

“Inhale when I light it,” said Haldir, producing a box of matches and scraping one alight. He held it to the pipe and Celebelen obediently breathed in, then started to cough violently.

“Don’t die on me,” snapped Haldir, his gentle façade slipping briefly before he regained his pleasant demeanour. “You okay?” he added swiftly.

Celebelen wheezed and nodded. She felt as if she was recovering from a swift blow to the head. The room spiralled around her in a haze of distorted colours and images. She tried to focus on Haldir to stop his image from swaying like a distorted mirror’s reflection. “Is this normal?” she managed to gasp.

“Er… sometimes it hits humans a little harder,” said Haldir, watching the human turn pale and her eyes widen and following things that weren’t there.

Slowly Celebelen’s head cleared enough for her to realise that she suddenly felt fantastic and godlike. All her worries had departed and a veneer of euphoria crept over her. “This is amazing!” she gasped, beaming at Haldir.

“Yes, we elves are renowned for our medicinal knowle” sa” said Haldir, smiling. The plan seemed to be working. Celebelen slumped over and edged across the bed towards Haldir, smiling sweetly at him.

“You’ve been so wonderful,” she sighed. “Is there anything I can do to thank you?”

Those words were music to Haldir’s ears. He leaned in and kissed Celebelen on the cheek.

“You’re sweet, especially for a mortal,” he said, smiling at her. Unexpectedly she pushed herself on him and began kissing his face. Without saying anything, Haldir placed one hand on her head and gently encouraged her to start kissing his neck, then his chest while with his other hand he started to fumble with his trousers. Giggling, Celebelen pushed his hand aside and eagerly began to remove his trousers, exposing a formidable elvish hard-on.

Haldir lay back and closed his eyes as he felt Celebelen’s lips encircle his throbbing girth and gently probe the head with her tongue. His breathing increased and for some reason an image of a naked elf came into his head. She was stunning and tied down over a bench, begging to be taken from behind. He began to distort her image into Kalina’s and visualise his favourite fantasy of subduing the feisty wench and finally making the bitch respect him. As Celebelen gobbled him, his breathing intensifying and moans escaping from his lips.

As Haldir felt himself nearing climax, he found himself gasping louder. “Take it, Kalina, you filthy bitch,” he gasped.

“What did you call me?” said Celebelen, spitting his shaft out of her mouth in indignation. That proved to be a mistake. That motion proved to be enough to bring Haldir to the peak. Much to her horror Haldir succeeded in spurting cum all over Celebelen’s face and opened mouth. She sat up in mute horror, staring with disbelief at Haldir who had only just opened his eyes and realised what had happened. Without pausing he grabbed the crack and stuck a considerable amount more in the pipe and lit it. Celebelen was still gaping in horror at him as he shoved the pipe in her mouth, smacked her mouth close and pinched her nostrils shut.

“SHUT UP AND INHALE BITCH!” he yelled. There was no way he was going to allow her to revert to the sobbing hysterical wreck she was earlier. That was the whole point of the operation. To subdue the whingy whore. Celebelen obeyed, trying hard not to cough as the manic elf coerced her into smoking. Her eyes began to cloud over and turn red when Haldir finally withdrew the pipe. Celebelen began to giggle again.

“You got jizz in my hair!” she giggled.

“Yes, yes I did,” said Haldir, deciding to get the fuck out of here before he did anything else that might rile the wench. “You look exhausted. I’ll let you get some rest. Good night.”

Celebelen, her brain somewhere far beyond her skull, could only reply by giggling and rolling around on the bed in a desperate attempt to find a way under the covers. Sighing and cursing humankind in general, Haldir made sure he looked
respectable enough before slipping out of Celebelen’s room.