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Baldur's Gate 3 Prompt Post 1
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Announcement: from July 1-15, Filth Fest rules are in effect - all prompts should be filthy and/or kinky af. Full rules here. Prompts that don't meet the filth threshold will be screened at the mod's discretion.
Cazador/Astarion - dress up doll
(Anonymous) 2023-10-05 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Cazador/Astarion - dress up doll
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(Anonymous) 2023-11-01 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)FILL: Corsets and Collars (1/1)
(Anonymous) 2023-12-15 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)After nearly 200 hundred years of getting on his back to lure victims for his master, Astarion was mildly surprised he could still feel anything close to shy about his body. It should not have surprised him, however, that Cazador would find a way to bring it out of him.
He lay splayed out and naked on Cazador's bed, while his Master lazily draped various pieces of clothing up against him appraisingly. He had commanded Astarion to be still, and be silent, and so Astarion was. Cazador held a pair of frilled lace panties against his hips, a cruel smile curling up the corners of his mouth.
"Yes, this will do nicely," he said, mostly to himself. He wrapped long fingers around one of Astarion's ankles and slid one leg of the panties on, before repeating the movement with his other leg. He dragged the panties up Astarion's legs. "Lift your hips, child," he commanded. Astarion pressed his hips into the air and Cazador pulled the panties the rest of the way on before sitting back to
"You called for us, Master?" If Astarion could have flinched, he would have. Of course Cazador would find some way to invite Petras and Leon to witness his humiliation.
"What do you think of these?" Cazador's tone was as casual as if he were asking an opinion on a new pair of shoes.
"They suit him," Leon said, voice dripping with derision.
Cazador laughed, running a long finger under the leg of the frilled briefs and pulling it back and releasing it to snap against Astarion's thigh. "Yes, I rather think they do." Cazador sat Astarion up and positioned him so he was leaning against his Master's back, legs spread wide to Leon and Petras. "It's a wonder how he can still look so virginal, considering he's laid on his back for half of Baldur's Gate."
"His body is his only appeal, Master." Petras stared down his nose at Astarion as he said it. Astarion could say nothing but stared at him with all of the hate he could muster.
"It's certainly not his personality," Cazador murmured. Leon and Petras both laughed as if it were the funniest thing they had ever heard. Astarion did not have the blood to flush, but he felt the shame twist his stomach all the same. Cazador leaned forward, working a sheer white stocking up one of Astarion's legs, letting the top of it snap around one thigh.
"We have important guests coming tonight," Cazador said, already starting on the other stocking. "I expect both of you to bring back some pretty young things to entertain out guests. Astarion may be the main course, but I know our guests will appreciate some...appetizers. Go now, and do not disappoint me." Petras and Leon both bowed, and left the room. Astarion did not miss the disdainful look in either of their eyes.
Astarion was both happy to see them both go, and also terrified that he was now the sole focus of Cazador's attention. "Stand up, boy." His voice cracked like a whip in Astarion's ear and he scrambled off the bed and stood, arms rigid by his sides and shoulders hunched. Cazador sighed and raised himself slowly from the bed, circling around Astarion like a cat cornering a mouse.
"Stand up straight, boy!" Cazador gripped Astarion's chin and wrenched his head up. Astarion straightened, his body trembling with the effort. It had been so long since he had last fed, he was beginning to feel lightheaded. Cazador's grip loosened and he stroked Astarion's cheek gently, his mouth twisted in a humorless smile. "There, was that so difficult? Honestly, you would be absolutely lost without me."
Astarion stood, still trembling, while Cazador pulled various pieces of clothing from the wardrobe, holding them up to him as if he were nothing more than a mannequin. He held up a white, lacy corset, smiling in satisfaction at whatever it is he saw. He grasped Astarion's wrists and lifted his arms, forcing Astarion to hold them out at his sides as he wrapped the corset around Astarion's waist. "Such a delicate little waist you have. I'm sure the Duke will enjoy wrapping his hands around it while he fucks you." Cazador dragged a long, sharp nail down Astarion's back and he had to bite back a gasp of pain. Compared to his own skin, Cazador's fingers almost felt warm as he fiddled with the laces, pulling them painfully tight.
With one final yank, the corset was tightened to Cazador's satisfaction, and he stood in front of Astarion, inspecting him with impassive eyes. He was silent, stepping forward to position Astarion's arms and legs in different positions. He tugged at the stockings and ran his fingers along the edge of the corset, before letting out a small hum of satisfaction.
"One more thing, I think." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a white leather collar. Cazador pulled it through his fingers almost sensuously, stretching it out to show Astarion the inside. Burned into the soft leather were the words 'Property of Cazador Szarr'. Astarion shivered, and Cazador's whole face twisted into a cruel smile. He walked around behind Astarion, pressing the long line of his elaborately clothed body against Astarion's near-naked back. His fingers traced across Astarion's neck as he drew the collar around it, buckling it just a little too tight for comfort. As soon as it was buckled, Cazador's hand become another tight collar, his cold hand like a vice around Astarion's neck as he drew the spawn back against him. Astarion's stockinged feet scrabbled helplessly against the cold tile floor as Cazador's teeth brushed the long curve of Astarion's ear.
"You can be a good little whore, when you want to be, and I expect you to be on your best bahvior for the Duke. But do not," he wrenched him back and up even harder, "forget who you belong to. You may let the Duke's name fall from your lips, but mine will be the one you think of, child." He released Astarion, and he stumbled forward clumsily, his hands grasping for the edge of the bed to stop himself from falling to his knees and ruining his stockings.
"Well? You may speak," Cazador's voice was as unforgiving as the marble beneath his feet.
"Yes, Master," Astarion gasped, his voice thin and wheezing from Cazador's cruel grip.
"Good boy. Now, go to the guest room and await the Duke." The room fell silent aside from the receding click of Cazador's shoes as he walked away, and the ragged sound of Astarion's own breath.
Re: FILL: Corsets and Collars (1/1)
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