Nyx grunted as she was slammed into the wall, an enormous hand clamped down around her neck.  She tried to grab at it, but quickly found her arms restrained.  Blinking to clear her blurred vision she saw a beefy looking warthog male, dressed like a security guard.  His left hand was clamped around her neck and his right had her left arm contained as well.

Next to him was a similarly well built male equine had his hands on her right arm, holding it still and looking at the link cable dangling from her tricep.
“Well well well” The warthog said with a throaty chuckle before glancing over Nyx’s state of minimal clothing, “Looks like we caught ourselves a wild slut.”
“S-sorry sir” Nyx stammered trying to affect a scared tone, not that hard given her situation wasn’t the best right now.  At least she had the wherewithal to activate her internal recording devices and stammer out some sort of lie, “I must have gotten turned around…”

The horse let out a burst of laughter that seemed almost like a canid bark, “Oh you got lost?  Through a locked door and a password protected computer?”  He sneered and grabbed the link protruding form her arm, “You had decent software too, to hack into the system, but I think I can stop that.”

Nyx screamed when in one quick motion the horse yanked HARD on the link cable.  The hardware connected to it in her arm failed and was torn out.  Luckily it was the kind of thing loaded near the surface so he didn’t do much damage, but the electric surge that jolted through her arm with the severing of the contacts did hurt.  Her arm spasmed with the electricity before her system cut power off from the damaged port.

The horse continued, “Now now, why don’t you tell us what is really going on here...” He looked her up and down, “Unless you want us to believe that you really are some naked tribal primitive?”

“Was it the DeCavalantes?  The Profacis?  The Yakuza?” The warthog grunted and pulled her partially off the wall before slamming her back, “Who sent you?"
“Fuck” Nyx said working her arm trying to alleviate the pain, some blood leaked form the slot in her arm, “Fine… you caught your thief… well... Call the cops… have me arrested.”

Neither male made any move to do any such thing.

“Now now, slut” The warthog continued, “You ain’t no normal thief.  There’s no money or valuables down here.  You’re here for information, and I thinks you got it.”

“You may have tripped an alarm, but you did breach the system first” The horse confirmed.

The warthog tightened his grip on her neck, “Now we can’t be letting you just GO, even with the cops, seeing as that info’s in yer head.”

Nyx immediately sent off an alarm signal at the implication.  With any luck the place would soon be swarming with… “Shit!” she gasped as her implant failed to connect to the network.  Was this place shielded?  Her partner had been monitoring her and if she was out of communication too long he would send help, but ‘too long’ gave an uncomfortably long time for anything to happen.

“Shit indeed” Warthog said, “Now tell us which family sent you, with any luck the bosses might make a deal with them for you, we’ll figure it out eventually and your bosses will half to pay dearly for violating neutrality.”

Nyx’s mind raced, how would she get out of here?  Should she identify herself as a cop?  Would they cut their losses then? Or just kill her?  They likely knew she couldn’t communicate from here, and so could dispose of her and cover it up.  Should she lie about being a mafia infiltrator?  Whichever family she named would claim to not know her, because they didn’t, and that would only gain her a few minutes.

“A-and if I don’t tell you?  Or they don’t make a deal?” Nyx asked, trying to remain calm.

The horse did his barking laugh again, “If you don’t talk, we ugly you up till you do” He said as he caressed her face, “Such a pretty little slut.”

“And if they don’t make a deal” The warthog added, “Well you, ain’t leaving.  So, talking is your best chance.”

“You’re saying you’ll k-kill me?” Nyx stammered.  A part of her was still in detective mode.  She had just learned that this hotel was some sort of neutral ground for mafia groups, and if she could get them on tape planning to kill her then the authorities would have plenty of reason to tear this place apart.  Assuming of course that enough of her ever left the hotel for someone else to see the recordings.

“Eventually” The horse sneered.  Then to Nyx’s horror started to trace his free hand down her chest.  Cupping a breast and groping her for a moment.  Then he slid his hand farther down and wrapped a few fingers around the waistband of her loincloth before pulling hard, “We could take turns first.”

Nyx’s face flushed with anger as the garment was shredded away from her.  Except for the fake ‘tribal’ jewelry she was wearing she was now entirely nude.  Both males took a moment to look down at her body, expressions on their faces was similar to the look of hungry predators, even on the horse.  It was pretty much now or never.

Her right leg came up hard squarely into the equine’s crotch. He winced with pain and let go of her right arm.  Before the warthog could react she slammed her fingernails of her now free hand into his side right about where the kidney would be and pumped 10,000 volts through the metal wiring in her nails right into him.  Luckily having self defense implants was very common for a cop.

Less lucky was that the Warthog reacted by tensing even tighter on her heck as he thrashed.  He did eventually let go but she was launched gasping in the process before flopping hard on the cold stone floor.  Nyx could swear she almost felt her windpipe collapse before she was thrown, and the impact with the floor hurt.  She was augmented, but not to ‘military’ levels so getting smashed around still hurt.

She tried to get to her feet as fast as she could to run.  Not fast enough though.  The oncoming hulk of the horse bared down on her like a freight train.  She swiped at him with her taser claws again, she may have even hit him, but he hit her too.  An arm as thick as her leg drove a clearly augmented fist right into her gut.  The lightning that slammed her at the same moment from the equine’s taser knuckles just made it worse.  She slammed into the wall then flopped to the floor, her vision swimming.  She let out a hacking cough before vomiting her lunch.