Waking up in captivity. [Bad End]

You come to consciousness with a pounding headache, feeling sore all over and completely unaware of your surroundings. It's bright, and cold. You sit up and move to shield your eyes from the sun, only to find something holding your arm in place.

Weird.

When you go to move your legs, it all suddenly snaps into place. You're bound on a metal table in a small but well-lit concrete room with a steel door. Your arms are mag-cuffed together above your head, while your legs are tied to individual legs of the table, forcing you into an undignified legs-apart position.

You're also completely naked.

With the realisation that this is obviously some kind of ****-prison, you immediately try to slam your legs shut and snap yourself free, only to receive a 'Low-power mode active' alert in your heads-up display. When your admin override has no effect, panic begins to set in. You're as powerless in this situation as any other human would be.

After a few minutes struggling on your own, the door slides open horizontally, and a man steps into the room. He's short but well built, with messy black hair. Not unattractive, but nothing to write home about either. He's also completely naked.

"Hey, listen-"

The sound of your own voice surprises you. It's hoarse. How long were you out?

"Listen, if you don't let me go right fucking now, I'm gonna snap you in two."

He seems to ignore your words, approaching you and casually placing a hand on your metal shoulder while leaning over you to line himself up at your entrance.

"Woah, hey buddy step the fuck back!"

Shouting in his face seems to get his attention. He looks up at you with what seems to be sadness in his eyes.

"Sorry miss. Got no more say in this than you do. This or exile, and I know which I prefer."

Without waiting for another response, he buries himself balls-deep into you like it was some casual thing to do, no more of a violation than his grip of your shoulder. Immediately you startle backwards like a startled cat, though you don't have enough room to remove yourself from his impaling member.

"What the fuck?! Get the fuck out of me!"

He moves his grip to your mechanical thighs to stop you from moving away while he begins to build up speed.

"I don't want this any more than you, I've got a wife and son upstairs. But the Mayor wants to put your womb to work so you're not a drain on the town, and so we're gonna do this every day until you get pregnant. Just how it is. I won't be long."

You stare at him with your mouth agape.

Put my womb to work?!

"I'm not a fucking baby machine, asshole!"

Literally while you are saying those words, you feel him spear deeper into you and grunt while he finishes. You feel the bursts of seed he pumps into your waiting womb and glare at him with a disgusted sneer on your face.

"I can't fucking believe this, I'm actually mid-fucking sentence and you just cum in me?!"

Rather than pull out, he continues to fire strands of semen into you while you're speaking.

He eventually withdraws from you with a thin trail of cum connecting his cock to you. While you continue to hurl **** at him, he doesn't say anything else.

Over the months it takes you to become noticeably pregnant, you learn a few things. This man is named Anthony, and he's currently breeding a half dozen women as punishment for theft. Apparently this is the most common punishment for women in this town, though most get to live out their sentence in the relative comfort of their lovers homes.

Not you, though. You spend the next few years in the cells, birthing children for the town to various fathers (Including the mayor himself) before you finally manage to free yourself and escape the Dead Zone. When you finally get home, you leave the mercenary business, and never, ever talk about what happened while you were missing.