They knock you out.

You glare at your rapists through your fuzzy senses, trying to fight back to no avail as they continue to manhandle you. You're not scared, you're furious that these no-name two-bit ex corporate mercenaries would do something like this to you, at the fact that they even could.

They continue to use you for a few more minutes, apparently they consider you good enough for a 'round two' before taking you in.

Keep going, bastards. My systems will reboot soon, and I'll fucking kill you all.

There's not a lot of time for you to rage at your situation while counting down the seconds. The last thing two things you feel before losing consciousness is pulsating discharge of one of the soldiers into your womb, and the the electrical burn of a device punched into your back knocking you out cold.