They you.

The moment you feel their weight on top of you, you feel probing hands pulling impatiently at your garments. One of them squeezes your chest painfully before sliding his hands into your tank-top from the top and grabbing a handful of your breasts. The other just starts working your pants and underwear down at the same time, exposing your bare lower half to the soldiers around you.

You fight against them in any way you can, trying desperately to get them to leave you alone, but without a full reboot cycle you're not going to be able to do anything. You can barely see or hear through the crackling fuzz and bursts of pixels overwhelming your senses; though you can still feel everything they're doing to you.

You think you hear one of them say something to the other, then the sound of laughter. You struggle and throw out a slow kick at the one who spoke, who catches your leg and pushes it down to the ground hard, causing you a spike of pain.

Your top is torn away by one of the men, exposing you completely. Another pushes his cold mechanical hand into your pussy like he's searching for something in a pocket, poking and prodding in a way that does absolutely nothing for you before spitting between your thighs and rubbing it into you as some half-hearted attempt at lubrication

Without warning, you feel yourself lifted off the ground, as two of the men pick you up and hold you between them. You think you catch a glimpse of one of their cocks through the static, but there's nothing you can do about it now.

There's a prodding sensation at your vagina, before the man behind you pushes straight in as far as he can, stretching out your insides. You grit your teeth in pain; even when you expect it, it doesn't make it better. He doesn't hesitate to start pumping into you.

At the same time, the man in front of you grabs you by the hair, places his penis against your lips, and forces himself into your mouth. It's disgusting, and makes it hard to breathe.

You weakly try to struggle free from the men **** you, to the sound of jeers from the other soldiers around you. Without your internal clock, it's hard to tell how long this continues for. It feels like hours, but you know that doesn't make sense. Eventually, they decide they've had enough of this position, flip you around, and drop you onto the bar itself, next to a few of the bullet impacts from when they shot at you earlier.

There's a brief window while they swap sides during which nobody has any hands on you. You attempt to make a run for it, sprinting for the exit like a startled deer, but the enhanced reflexes of one of the men lets them grab you and slam you back into position before you get three feet away. Through the static fuzz in your ears, you make out one of them saying something like "That's what it feels like-" before you're roughly penetrated again.

It seems like they mostly swapped sides to finish. Only ten seconds after forcing himself back into you, the one behind you grabs your legs and jackhammers himself into you with his full weight, pushing himself painfully against your cervix as he rams his seed into you as deep as he can, pulsating sickeningly into your depths. Moments later, the man ravaging your mouth grabs your head and forces you down onto his cock before he starts to cum. You're **** to swallow if you want to be able to breathe.

When they're done, one of them pats you on the head, and the two of them pull out of you. With no delay, they flip you over onto your chest, and place a pair of handcuffs around your wrists.

You're left naked, angry, and full of cum. Several of them take pictures of you from behind, preserving the images for posterity.