Bring her back to your lair for extended breeding. [Bad End]

Deciding that the cyborg had been a good enough mate to be worth bringing home, and keeping fed personally so that she could breed strong children for you, you quickly sweeps her up off the ground, planting her over your shoulder with both arms to her back and her legs to your chest, ensuring she could barely even struggle against your grip. She tries regardless, twisting in place and bashing her head against your back, all the while continuing to scream and curse.

It only takes a few minutes for you to bring her back to your lair, down into an abandoned subway through flora so thick it would have seemed impassible from a casual observation. You're proud of your lair, it's suitable for somebody of your stature, and now you'll finally be able to complete it with a female to hold your young. On your way through the tunnels, finding yourself tired of holding down the cyborgs not inconsiderable strength, you reach down to bend away a section of broken track, folding it with a combination of one hand, your feet, and a lot of effort, into an impromptu set of hand and leg bindings. Unable to effectively resist, you **** her into the manacles, still dripping your prodigious amount of seed from between her lips with every motion.

Finally, you makes your way to what was once a ticket booth, and slam her down bodily over the counter. She keeps screaming, her voice coarse and rough after yelling so much, while the you lower the shutters above her, bending a section out for her torso, and fitting it snug over her stomach, keeping her bound in place with her rear half available for use with nothing she can do to stop it.

Over the next few hours, you make her bindings more and more secure, creating permanent fixtures to keep her from breaking free. Unable to stop you, the cyborg woman never gives up, and never stops struggling in her futile attempts to escape, throughout the months and years of her captivity. You breed her again and again, until she eventually begins to swell with your children, and you feel the pride of imminent fatherhood growing in your chest.

She breeds several sets of offspring for you, finding herself pregnant again almost as soon as she gives birth to the last set, as you make sure to keep her constantly filled up with your seed. Years later, she manages to escape you, still pregnant with your young, a fact that you find both disappointing. Nevertheless, you take a sense of satisfaction from knowing that somewhere out there, she'll mother one last child for you, a final gift to you for, in return keeping her fed for so long.