Bad Endings in Baldur's Gate [FxM], [FxF], potentially [MxF]

[GloriousStorius]

Greetings!

If you're reading this, it's because you have the same dastardly desires that I'm looking to explore today, those being to write some dark depravity set in the wonderful world of Baldur's Gate 3. Ye be warned, for ahead lies mention of non-con, physical and mental abuse, potential mind-break, and more. If such things are exactly what you're looking to impose on the well-crafted ladies of BG3, then you're exactly the sort of sadist I'm looking for, and I look forward to exploring these scenarios in more detail!

But where are my manners? This is my first prompt here on Elliquiy, and I've yet to properly introduce myself. I'm Emily, a 24 year old woman with nearly 5 years of roleplay experience. I previously RPed through Reddit, but after years of that platform insisting on making itself worse in every way, I decided to branch out, and found myself here! Forgive if I'm a little slow navigating this forum system at first; it's entirely new to me, but I promise that I'm quite motivated to learn quickly.

I've had the absolute pleasure over the last few months of playing through Baldur's Gate 3 once in its entirety, and am currently playing through again as a Dark Urge. I could wax poetic for hours about the richness of the storytelling, the complexity of the characters, and the tactical yet fun nature of the combat, but we're not here for that. No, we're here for the fact that every single party member in BG3 is perfectly, distractingly attractive in their own way, to the point that I can't decide which one I even want to play as. Instead of solving this problem by just making a decision, I have instead chosen to simply write out scenarios for all the ladies I'm interested in, and will let you pick for me!

Before we do that however, let me clarify what exactly it is I'm looking for here. I am looking to play as, or potentially against a female party member or other significant female CC from Baldur's Gate, and have them be mercilessly laid low by one of a myriad of malevolent forces that plague the realm. This will not be a kind, gentle story, and I'm still undecided on whether I'd even like there to be a happy resolution in the end. I did put "bad endings" in the title for a reason.

One other thing I want to highlight is my flexibility regarding canon characters. So long as a female CC is the one in the unfortunate submissive role, I'll be more than happy. If you *really* want me to play as Karlach, for example, but you don't want to write as Lord Gortash, you could always write as Lady Gortash instead. So long as they are fundamentally the same character, I don't mind genderbending CCs to better suit your tastes.

As for who you will be, well, that's up to you! Depending on the scenario and who I'm playing, you could be multiple characters, such as pack of goblins, a merciless creche's worth of Githyanki, or a fanatic cloister of Shar worshippers. You could play a canon character, such as Orin the Red, Lord Enver Gortash, or Raphael, or you could bring an OC to the table, be they a nefarious sorcerer, a group of Absolutist assassins, or even a mind flayer. The sky is the limit here, and I'd love to hear your own devilish ideas!

Also, I am open to you playing as the helpless canon lady, if you'd prefer to be on the receiving end of things! If we go that route, I would be open to playing either a canon character that fits the scene, or a male or female OC, whichever you would prefer.

With that said, please do peruse the scenarios below. They can also serve as a writing sample, so you can see how I write and the sorts of things I'm interested in. I've spoilered them both for the sake of brevity of this post, and as a final warning as to their content. These prompts will mention numerous extreme kinks, including physical violence/torture, psychological torment, non-con, mind-break, and more. If any of these are not to your liking, but you would still like to craft a story with me, don't hesitate to let me know, and we can work on an idea that we'll both enjoy! All of these ideas are open to discussion and modification, so if you think of any changes you'd like to make, let me hear them!

Shar's Embrace

Shadowheart thought she'd known what she'd wanted. Growing up in the Sharran cloister in Baldur's Gate, she spent her entire childhood and young adult life yearning for one thing: to become a Dark Justiciar, the ultimate enforcer of her lady's will. To be a Dark Justiciar was to be in the highest echelon of her devotees, a testament not only to their combat prowess, but their unswerving loyalty and dedication to the Lady of Loss. When Shadowheart entered the abandoned Temple of Shar, she passed the Trials one by one, determined to earn this title for herself. The temple may have been crumbling, but she would earn her rightful place in her Lady's domain.

And then, at the final moment, she'd hesitated. By all reason and logic, the Aasimar woman chained before her represented everything she was opposed to. The self-proclaimed "Dame Aylin" was the daughter of Seluné, the traitorous sister and antagonist to Shar, spewing lies about light and warmth to delude the masses away from sweet oblivion. Killing this helpless prisoner would have required nothing but a flick of her wrist, plunging her Lady's spear into the enemy's heart and claiming the title of Dark Justiciar for herself, after so many years of yearning. But the voice of another had caused her to falter, in that fateful moment.

It was not the insolent shouting of Dame Aylin, of course, but the soft tone of the one person she'd come to trust and confide in outside of Shar's sphere of influence for the first time in... well, as long as she could remember. Tav, her kind, beautiful lover, insisted that she was better than this, and Shadowheart's conviction slipped. She was wracked with indecision as the Aasimar awaited her fate, her loyalty to Shar fighting against some instinct buried deep within her, telling her that what she was doing was wrong, even though she'd looked forward to it all her life. Everything she'd ever known was unraveling in her mind, and in that moment, Shadowheart shunned the Lady of Loss, and embraced the light she'd been taught to fear.

With her new patron Seluné, and with Tav at her side, Shadowheart felt as though she could take on the world. She may well have had to, after all, what with the whole of Baldur's Gate being under threat by the Absolute. Still, the idea of returning to the cloister and facing her past frightened Shadowheart more than she cared to admit. Shar had alway had a menacing presence, making herself known through bouts of searing pain in her hand, and a forboding sense of being watched in the back of her mind. Her former Lady was extremely displeased with her, and she was marching right into Shar's domain. That mistake would prove far more costly than she could have possibly imagined.

After a harrowing journey through the lower levels of the cloister, rediscovering unpleasant truths about herself and the things she'd done for her Lady, Shadowheart found herself confronted by the devotees she used to call her friends, and the Mother Superior that used to make her life a living hell, even as she gave Shar everything she was. The fight that ensued was vicious and bloody, with both sides understanding that it would only end when only one side remained standing. There would be no surrenders given, nor mercy granted. Thus, when the last thing Shadowheart saw was a club flying towards her skull, she assumed that she would awaken in the afterlife. She would never find out if her companions won the battle and avenged her. She would never know how Tav would grieve for her once she was gone.

Alas, she was not so lucky.
So, we have Shadowheart captured by the Sharrans in Baldur's Gate, after she rejected Shar and became a cleric of Seluné instead. The Lady of Loss will surely have a few words to say to her once-devoted worshipper about this, and as you probably guessed, will try to bring Shadowheart back into the fold, or at the very least punish her severely for her betrayal.

In this scenario, you could play as one of the Sharrans in the cloister (an OC would probably work best here, as we don't see much of the other Sharrans before you fight them in-game), tasked with interrogating, punishing, and ultimately breaking Shadowheart, bringing her crawling back to the sweet release of loss, or a fate with even more finality. Alternatively, you could play as Mother Viconia, the vicious leader of the cloister who always looked down on Shadowheart, and has now had her unfair treatment of the future traitor vindicated. Or, perhaps most interestingly, you could play as Shar herself, speaking directly into Shadowheart's mind, or interacting via the Mirror of Loss we see in-game. A combination of these characters could also work!

Regardless of who you play as, your goal will be the same: to ensure Shadowheart regrets her betrayal, and to sufficiently motivate her to beg for Shar's forgiveness in the hope that the Lady of Loss will numb the pain and anguish of her punishment. I'm not really into physical torture that leaves behind permanent injury, but things like slapping, spanking, whipping, choking, and perhaps more esoteric methods like a potion that causes the sensation of fire in one's veins could accompany the unwanted pleasure aspect.

Speaking of unwanted pleasure, I do want that to be a key aspect of the scene. After all, it was the words from a lover that convinced Shadowheart to betray Shar, so in her own twisted way, the Lady of Loss is using the same method to bring the traitor back into the fold. Humiliation, ENF, Forced orgasms, Orgasm Denial, and simple, repeated Non-Con are all tools at your disposal, and if you've read this far, I trust you to use this wicked arsenal creatively and effectively.

Perhaps your character pretends to care for Shadowheart, making tender love to her while at the same time administering pain every time she struggles, until eventually she begins to believe that they truly care for her. Or perhaps your character simply lets the entire cloister take turns with her, each roughly expressing their disappointment in her while making use of their prisoner.

Another possibility is also that Tav, whom Shadowheart was romancing, was also captured, and is in the same predicament as Shadowheart. What terrible things will one be made to do to protect the other? What terrible things will they do to each other, if one falls to Shar's influence while the other continues to fight? These are all possibilities I'd love to discuss with you!

Creche's Justice

To Lae'zel of Creche K'Liir, the prospect of becoming ghaik, an unholy abomination of tentacles and claws and cruelty, was the stuff of nightmares. She hid her fear well; all Githyanki did, lest their weakness be exposed and exploited, but there was little Lae'Zel would not do to rid herself of the parasite implanted behind her eye. It was for this reason that she pushed the band of adventurers she'd reluctantly joined so fiercely towards Creche Y'llek when she first learned of its existence, knowing in her heart that this creche would contain a zaith'isk, a device that would purify them of their parasites as quickly as they had been forced upon them, and allow her to return to the eternal fight against the Illithid horde.

Much to Lae'zel's relief, after some cajoling and coaxing, her strange and irritating comrades agreed to follow her to the creche, hoping for the same cure she did. The journey to Creche Y'llek was not without peril, requiring Lae'zel to fell several foes, but they could not stand between her and salvation. Once she arrived at the creche, it was but a simple matter of asking the residents for the location of the zaith'isk, and ignoring her companions' inane questions about her people and their methods. They were outsiders, and would never understand, so why would she bother explaining?

Soon, Lae'zel had made her way to the device that would liberate her from ghaik influence. That one of Vlaakith's Inquisitors was in this creche was odd, but hardly worth worrying about before purification. After a brief discussion with the resident doctor and expressing her need to be purified, she laid herself within the zaith'isk, and prepared herself for cleansing.

The pain that followed was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Every cell of her body felt like it was on fire, as if she was being torn apart and reformed every instant. The machine assaulted her mind with psionic energy the likes of which most beings wouldn't survive. Indeed, Lae'zel herself felt worrying close to coming undone, before an explosion ripped through the machine, sending her flying across the room and into the embrace of unconsciousness.

When she awoke, she did so in a dungeon, unaware of how much time had passed. What she was aware of was the fact that she had been stripped of her armor and weapons, and was instead adorned by chains, binding her to the rough stone wall with unrelenting strength. Why would her kind do this to her? She had done everything that was asked of her, sought out purification, and gave herself to the machine willingly. She endured unimaginable pain, only to find herself a prisoner, rather than a newly-cleansed warrior. Perhaps worst of all, she still felt the wriggling parasite behind her eye, alive and well despite her best efforts. She was trapped in more ways than one, and when the door to the dungeon opened, Lae'zel realized her woes were only just beginning...
So, this scene is an alternate chain of events in Creche Y'llek, where after submitting herself to be purified (which was always intended to kill her, anyway), she is knocked unconscious by the Dream Guardian/Emperor destroying the machine, and making her look like a traitorous saboteur in the process. Rather than just killing her, however, the Gith of the creche have decided to interrogate her about the nature of her affliction, how she survived purification, and where her supposed ghaik overlords are coming from.

Of course, Lae'zel will not have answers to these questions. In truth, she is not under Illithid control, but is unknowingly protected by the Mind Flayer within the artifact Shadowheart has been carrying. She will plead her innocence and her devotion to Queen Vlaakith, even as the visiting Inquisitor employs methods most cruel and unusual to extract the truth from her.

If you're looking for something extra dark, we could perhaps end the story with Lae'zel being granted the right to a trial by combat. However, if she loses, her fellow Gith will ritualistically desecrate her, then give her the same fate they give any ghaik: a terminal case of silver sword.

We could also substitute Lae'zel for any of the other female companions, since they'd have been with her, and been equally if not more suspicious due to not being Gith.

Tyrant's Triumph

Karlach Cliffgate's story was perhaps the most tragic out of the strange little group that found themselves bound together by fate and a common tadpole problem. Growing up in the poorer side of Baldur's Gate, Karlach nevertheless grew up with a cheerful, friendly disposition, making friends wherever she went, and earning the trust and respect of the locals, who saw the fire in her eyes before even she did.

It didn't take long for Karlach's talent for fighting to emerge. What she lacked in finesse, she more than made up for with raw power, strength, and endurance. Whether it was starting or ending a tavern brawl, evicting thieves from shops, or simply defending the innocent in the streets, the young Zariel Tiefling proved most fearsome indeed, and it wasn't long before her reputation reached the ears of the more affluent and powerful in Baldur's Gate.

Working for one Lord Enver Gortash seemed, at the time, like the perfect job for the ambitious young woman. No longer was she in charge of beating up petty thugs, but protecting a high Lord from rivals, assassins, and the most brazen of robbers. Gortash put a finer axe in her hands than she'd ever wielded before, but he placed in her something far more valuable as well: his trust.

He had complete faith in her ability to protect him, and that meant more to Karlach than he possibly could have known. She deeply respected the man, and even came to love him, as much as an employee can love their employer. Perhaps in private moments late at night, when her hands drifted towards the waistline of her trousers, she thought of pursuing something more with the dashing young Lord, but those were just silly fantasies, so far beyond the realm of possibility that they might as well have been a tale spun by a drunken bard. He trusted her to guard his life, and that was more than enough.

That only made the betrayal hurt that much more.

One fateful day, Karlach found herself snatched up and taken to the Hells before she even had time to process what was happening. The only thing she knew was that Gortash had sold her to Zariel in some sort of bargain, and watched her be taken away without so much as a "goodbye." The man she'd confided in, the man she'd trusted, had traded her to a devil like so much coin. That hurt her worse than the experiments Zariel performed on her, worse than having her heart ripped out and replaced with infernal machinery.

For ten years, as Karlach served as Zariel's unwilling enforcer in the Blood War, she imagined that every demon she stabbed, cleaved, and bludgeoned was the man who betrayed her. She would lie awake in whatever could pass for night's in the hells, dreaming of the day she'd escape and get her righteous revenge. As it happened, her opportunity came in a most unexpected way.

Being plucked away by mindflayers, and having a tadpole shoved into her eye wasn't exactly pleasant, but it got her out of the hells, and eventually led her to a party of like-minded companions who were on a quest to save Baldur's Gate from the Illithid threat. Karlach joined to help them towards this noble goal, but every step closer to Baldur's Gate she took, the more her blood boiled at the thought of finally coming face to face with Gortash again, and making him explain why he'd thrown her away so casually, when she had given him everything.

When that moment finally came, however, it didn't go as she expected. She spoke to Gortash, got in his face and screamed and threatened him, and he didn't so much as flinch. He seemed disinterested, bored even, and merely smiled at her as he explained that he'd needed to strike a deal with Zariel, and she was simply the most convenient bargaining chip. She'd never meant anything to him; it was all just an act, and he'd played her for a damn fool.

In that moment, rage consumed her. With her friends at her side, she pursued Gortash through half of Wyrm's Rock Fortress, dodging mechanical traps and cutting down any soldier, mechanical or otherwise, that stood in her way. Blinded by fury, Karlach proved ferocious, but ultimately careless. While she attempted to cleave the backstabbing bastard in two, he managed to fire a crossbow bolt into her gut, staggering her just long enough for him to employ something capable of truly stopping her seething anger. A smokepowder bomb rolling towards her was the last thing Karlach saw, before darkness overcame her.

The fiery Tiefling awoke in a strange mechanism, one that bound her limbs in strange metal encasements, faintly pulsing with magical power. A low rumbling filled the dim chamber she found herself suspended in, the hum of idle machines, waiting for power and direction. When Karlach began to struggle, the true function of her restraints became clear. As she writhed and pulled with all her mighty strength, her engine roared with her, filling her with a familiar fire that had fueled her rampages across the hells and the Sword Coast.

But as she thrashed, the machines around her arms and legs came to life as well, siphoning off her infernal heat for their own purposes. The machinery around her creaked and groaned as it began to work towards some unknown purpose, using her rage as its power source. Lord Gortash's design was most insidious, it seemed. The more she struggled, the more she screamed and raged, the more power she would give him. For now, Karlach was alone, and free to cease her struggles and try to figure out how in the nine hells she was going to escape. But the gods only knew how long that would remain the case...
So, this scene will revolve around some magical and mechanical bondage, and poking and prodding Karlach into being the power source for her captor's own machines. By coaxing the fiery Tiefling into exerting herself, the heat generated by her engine can be harnessed for whatever evil purposes we can come up with.

I see two main directions this scene could go, with a combination of the two being possible. In option 1, Karlach is subjected to painful and/or pleasurable mechanical implements, suffering discipline and forced pleasure in equal measure to prompt a response from her. If hardcore BDSM, restraints, automated toys, and predicament bondage is your thing, then this one's for you.

The other option is one where you would play as Lord (or Lady) Gortash, and would personally undertake the efforts to turn Karlach into a living engine for your machinations, no pun intended. After all, there's nobody who Karlach hates more than Gortash, so to be tormented by the one they hoped to kill for so long will certainly be effective at riling her up.

Assorted Ideas

In the interest of this post not turning into a chapter book in its own right, I'll forgo the stylized introductions present in the three scenarios above. If you're looking for a writing sample, check out those other three!

Some of these ideas are more fleshed out than others, and as always, I'm open to your suggestions and feedback. If you think of a better setup for one of these scenarios, or a kink you'd love to include, please do tell me. This is a collaborative effort after all, and I enjoy pleasing my writing partner as much I enjoy reading the delightful smut they send me. Without further ado, let me list some more ideas.

- Captured by Goblins

This one is a staple of fantasy smut, isn't it? Who can resist the decadent allure of grimy, feral goblins ravaging a helpless, pristine beauty? In a world where the party fails miserably at the goblin camp in Act 1, one or multiple of the female party members may find themselves staring down the bulges of a great many enemies, who have a much better use for such pretty prisoners than simply killing them. Kinks that could feature here include non-con (obviously), gangbangs, bondage cumplay, sexual exhaustion, slavery, and potentially even breeding.

- Overwhelmed by Illithids

Alright, I'll just admit it: I'm a sucker for tentacles. There's just something darkly irresistible about such a long, slimy appendage slithering places it really ought not to go. This scene could take place in several places, but the one that comes to mind for me is the mindflayer colony at the end of Act 2. Perhaps the party (or just one lost party member) stumbles into the wrong room, and is overwhelmed by a group of mindflayers who would love nothing more than to make use of their new thralls.

Over the course of the next many, many hours, they would dispel the myth that Mind Flyers don't have emotions or genitals, but in fact do indulge in their victims before ultimately transforming them into an Illithid as well. If tentacles and psionic mind-fuckery are your thing, then look no further!

- Orin's Prisoner

While I would be absolutely terrified out of my mind if I ever encountered Orin the Red in real life, I don't think there's anyone alive that's even remotely attracted to women, that doesn't find the psychotic servant of Bhaal at least a little tempting. As seductive as she is insane, we could explore her taking a personal interest in the companion she kidnaps in Act 3, and having a bit of fun with them before they are ultimately rescued, or sacrificed to the Lord of Murder.

This one will straddle the line of the level of gore I'm comfortable with, so we'll have to discuss and plan this out a bit more than some other prompts. I'd be open to some ritualistic marking with blades and brands, but I completely understand if you'd rather not include blood, in which case we can invent a reason for Orin to reluctantly restrain herself from indulging completely.

Alternatively, we could explore a scene wherein the Dark Urge defeats Orin and reclaims their mantle as Bhaal's Chosen, and decides to take their time with her before finally ending her. That would be entirely too much crazy in the same room, certainly, but just think of all the evil, bloodlusted, ritualistic sex to be had...

- A Deal with the Devil

I'll be honest; Haarlep revealing that Raphael sucks in bed was the most disappointing experience I had in my first playthrough of BG3. You're telling me that the personification of the Devil, with all his smarmy charm, clever wordplay, and obscenely fancy boudoir/sex dungeon, only lasts a few thrusts with his dedicated incubus? That he's only willing to fuck Haarlep if he copies Raphael's own face is humorous, and speaks to how self-absorbed he is as a character, but this is too tempting an opportunity to pass up just because Larian wanted to make a joke about Raphael fucking himself.

So, for this scene, we'll conveniently ignore the idea that Raphael is a two-pump chump who gets off on the idea of fucking a clone of himself, and instead imagine that his suave, confident attitude extends to the bedroom as well. What sort of refined, self-indulgent acts would he inflict on a member of the party, if they agreed to join Haarlep in his boudoir as part of an infernal contract?

Perhaps the party needs the Orphic Hammer badly enough to sell one of their own bodies, or becoming Raphael's plaything was the price of breaking the deal to give him the Crown of Karsus. The prince of despair will surely delight in taking his time with his new toy, slowly breaking them in and reducing them to an obedient servant who obeys his every whim, just as he wants all his servants to do. The possibilities on the kink front are endless, especially when you consider Haarlep getting involved as well, or Raphael instead being Lady Raphael, if you prefer.

- Other Ladies I'm interested in

This is the list of other female CCs I'd be open to using, but didn't mention elsewhere. I don't have specific scenarios thought up for them yet, but if one catches your eye, I'd be delighted to come up with a scene to put her in together.

Other ladies I'd be open to are: Dame Aylin, Mizora, Minthara, Alfira and/or Lakrissa, and Isobel. I'd also be open to female Tavs, but only in conjunction with a female canon character.