WARNING: GANG RAPE AND OTHER UGLINESS AHEAD!
This will obviously NOT be a very flattering portrayal of the Jackal Squad. Mainly because it's loosely inspired by the actions of real-world mercenaries. I've also given each member of the Squad names.
Infinite: The Ultimate Mercenary aka one of his canon names. Even in this fic, he will remain nameless. That way, if Sega decides to give him a name in the future, this fic won't age too poorly.
The female member: Alice. This interlude will largely revolve around Alice.
The one in the red hat: Cochise.
The one in the green headband: James.
The one with the red bandanna: Moore. Only known by his last name.
Note that comic had two unidentified members in the background. I'm just gonna say that they were newbies that joined after this interlude for the same reason why I decided to keep Infinite/The Ultimate Mercenary nameless.
INTERLUDE 4: THE ATROCITY EXHIBITION
MISSION: ASSASSINATION
TARGET: ANLACE THE FOX
LOCATION: FACTORY #4
ADDITIONAL NOTES: ANLACE IS A WELL-KNOWN PROFESSIONAL ASSASSIN. SHE IS FAMED FOR HER USE OF THROWING KNIVES. WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE. SHE IS SUSPECTED TO BE WORKING FOR EGGMAN. THIS MISSION IS TO BE VERY LOW-KEY. IT IS RECOMMENDED THAT THE BEST MERCENARIES AVAILABLE BE HIRED FOR THIS MISSION.
Alice took a drag of her cigarette (It wasn't tobacco that she was smoking). Another day... She thought. But she had to get through it. How else was Alice going to get money for her...stuff? It was a job, after all.
There were three main things about these missions that Alice looked forward too. One was a late-night "party". The Ultimate Mercenary, Cochise, James and Moore. Alice had slept with all of them. Multiple times in fact. It was a sort of ritual that the Jackal Squad had. Late night after every successful mission, one of the guys would enter Alice's tent and fuck her. There never seemed to be a particular pattern as to who got to fuck Alice, which kept things unpredictable. Alice didn't mind this. It released all of the stress from a mission. She had her tubes tied specifically for this purpose.
The guys looked forward to these late-night shenanigans too. Alice chuckled to herself as she thought about her boss giving an arousing speech about this. Alright, Jackal Squad! Move in for the kill so one of us can fuck Alice!
The second main thing that Alice looked forward to was killing their targets. Alice hated every single person that her squad targeted. They were loathsome parasites. Alice would often burst into hysterical laughter when their targets were maimed or killed. Their pain was amusing to her. She loved seeing the "strong" being turned into weaklings by her squad. The weak had to learn their place.
The third thing Alice looked forward to was him. Her boss. The Ultimate Mercenary, as he called himself. He had never bothered to tell his squadmates his real name and it's even possible that he doesn't remember it. Apparently the Ultimate Mercenary burned his parents to death before running off to become a mercenary, but Alice didn't know for sure.
The Ultimate Mercenary fascinated Alice. He craved power and violence. His sadism was beautiful in a way. And he didn't just express it in combat. He redirected his desire for power to other areas as well, including his sex life. If the Ultimate Mercenary saw a female that he liked while the Jackal Squad was on a mission, he would approach her and pretend to be a friendly guy. After the female's sense of security was well-established, they would fuck. Even if the female didn't want it, the Ultimate Mercenary would fuck her anyway. The other guys sometimes got to have a piece of her too. Alice suspected that some of those females may have been under 18. As for the Ultimate Mercenary's most recent "girlfriend", he kept her as a "fuck toy" for five days before letting her go (The novelty of owning someone for sexual pleasure wore off on the Ultimate Mercenary when he realized that you had to take care of them).
Did the authorities do anything about this? Of course not. The Jackal Squad were the best mercenaries around. If word got out of the atrocities they committed, only sub-standard mercenaries would be available for hire. There was an unwritten rule among anyone who hires mercenaries. If the Jackal Squad want to skin someone alive, let them do it. If the Jackal Squad want to fuck someone, let them do it. If the Jackal Squad want to use civilians as "target practice", let them do it. The best mercenaries deserve special treatment. So no one questioned the appalling actions of the Jackal Squad.
Alice had often wondered to herself if she could actually be in love with the Ultimate Mercenary. As much as she hated to play favorites, she preferred him as a partner over her other squadmates. None of them could compare to the Ultimate Mercenary. This jackal was all about power for power's sake. Plus he had an aura of mystery about him.
Cochise? Alice actually knew him prior to joining the Jackal Squad. Like her, he's doing mercenary work to fuel his addictions. James? A punk kid who stabbed his girlfriend because she refused to fuck him on the second date. He's only working with the Jackal Squad as a way to avoid getting arrested. Moore? A former soldier who got kicked out of the army due to "violent behavior towards fellow soldiers" (according to the dishonorable discharge report). The Jackal Squad was cut out for Moore due to lack of moral restrictions.
Those three had rather mundane backstories. The Ultimate Mercenary? There was nothing about his past that Alice was 100% sure about. It's like he just dropped out of the sky as a fully formed sadistic being. That is what appealed to Alice. Could she possibly be in love with the Ultimate Mercenary? Admittedly, any romantic relationship between the two didn't really go any further than some late-night "parties" in Alice's tent. But if for some reason, they stopped being mercenaries, could it actually blossom into a full-blown romance?
Alice's thoughts were immediately cut short when the roar of the helicopter blades started dying down. They had arrived. G.U.N. was nice enough to airlift them to the location of their target. This vixen bitch must be really deadly if G.U.N. wants us to take her out rather than doing it themselves. Alice thought to herself.
"Yo, Alice! Is now really a good time to get stoned?" James laughed as he picked up his gear.
"Is there ever such thing as a bad time to get stoned?" Alice replied with a smile.
"I suppose not." James grinned back. "But it may not be a good idea to be fighting someone like her while high."
"Hard to believe a vixen with a cute face like that would be so deadly." Moore leered. The roar of the helicopter blades finally stopped. They had arrived at their destination. The Jackal Squad hopped off the helicopter and took in their surroundings. It was a Ballardian land of ruined metal. This place was once a thriving haven of manufacturing. Now it was an industrial hellscape of torn and tattered machinery. The factories now little more than hollowed-out metallic carcasses. The corpse of rust the Jackal Squad were in front of was Factory #4. The intel report from G.U.N. said that Anlace was using this place as a home of sorts.
The Ultimate Mercenary, who had remained quiet the entire helicopter ride, had finally become animated again.
"Jackal Squad! Move in for the kill immediately! She could have very well heard us arriving!" He yelled with his crimson sword held aloft. And with that, the Jackal Squad were off.
As soon as they entered Factory #4, they slowed to a halt. The interior could only be described as an "industrial nightmare". Metallic limbs, twisted and misshapen, spread in every direction. What they manufactured in this place has since been lost to history. One couldn't even tell just by looking. And the smell. The Jackal Squad could still faintly smell the scent of molten metal.
Then the Ultimate Mercenary noticed something. Movement. There was something moving in the shadows. Then from that movement came another quicker movement...
"GET DOWN!" The Ultimate Mercenary roared. The Jackal Squad obeyed his command and ducked. A knife whizzed right past their heads, hit the metallic wall with a loud bang and clattered to the floor.
"She's here..." Cochise growled.
"MOVE! DON'T LET HER GET AWAY!" The Ultimate Mercenary bellowed and the squad began to dash in multiple directions, hoping to corner their prey. More knives flew through the air. The Jackal Squad knew what they had to do. Follow the pattern of where the knives were coming from. That's where Anlace is.
The Jackal Squad split into a loose formation, a sort of "net" with the presumed location of their target in the center. Then they saw her. Anlace. She was a rather girlish, gray vixen with dirty, blonde hair. She wore a tight black t-shirt and equally tight blue jeans. She could easily pass for an average young lady on the street. However, that innocent facade hid the face of a hardened assassin.
For the first time in a while, Anlace began to get nervous. It had been months since she had to deal with multiple targets. That was plenty of time to pick up some bad habits. She couldn't let them get near her. Her knives were little more than safety scissors compared to the swords and daggers of the Jackal Squad.
I gotta find some higher ground. Put some distance between them and me. Once I'm far from them, I can do this. I can do this. The vixen told herself.
Anlace moved with swift grace around the factory. There was a reason why she chose this place as a battleground. There was nothing for the knives to impale themselves into other than flesh. While they focused their efforts on her, she quickly retrieved any knife that was on the floor. She essentially had an unlimited number of knives at her disposal. She had enough stamina to keep up with this. She continued to run and throw some knives in the general direction of the jackals.
"GOTCHA!" A voice yelled and she felt someone grab her by the arm. She turned around to face the heterochromic gaze of the Ultimate Mercenary. His other hand held his sword close to her throat.
"Check her for any more knives!" He ordered. Moore walked up and began to pat her down. Then he found what he was looking for. Crap. Anlace thought as Moore pulled the remaining three knives off her body. Anlace began to tremble in fear, something she hadn't done for a while. She was totally helpless. The vixen yelped as the Ultimate Mercenary turned her to face him.
This cunt is worth a lot of money. Then again, G.U.N. did say they wanted her "dead or alive". A downright evil plan began to form in mind of the Ultimate Mercenary. I'll keep her alive. Today she'll learn that she has something to fear.
Anlace began to tug pointlessly in an effort to escape the jackal's grasp.
"Pulling is obviously not gonna help, vixen." The Ultimate Mercenary sneered.
"J-Just kill me and get it over with!" Anlace sputtered.
"Kill you?" The Ultimate Mercenary snickered. "Yes, it's true that G.U.N. wants you 'dead or alive'. After all, we know you're working for Eggman. But...you are far more useful to me alive."
What good am I to him ali- Anlace's question was answered when she felt the jackal mockingly caress her upper back. No. Fuck no! Anlace was furious about this.
"I knew G.U.N. had been lowering their standards for a while, but I never knew they'd go low enough to hire sick fucks like you!" Anlace barked. Her fury quickly died down when she realized something. She couldn't fight him off. Her knives were what made her, her. The vixen had never even considered possibility of ending up in a situation where she was deprived of weapons. Without her knives, Anlace was...weak.
"You know something, vixen? You're pretty cute when you're angry." The Ultimate Mercenary said with a leer as he tossed his sword aside. "I've always had a thing for pouty vixens." He then surprised Anlace by fiercely kissing her. A chorus of mocking wolf-whistles emerged from the other members of the Jackal Squad.
"Nice to know you always get the girl, Boss!" Cochise sneered. A broad, sadistic grin was slowly growing on Alice's face. It always pleased Alice when their targets got what they deserved at the hands of her boss. Her big, strong boss. Today was going to be no exception. This vixen was weak and she was going to know it. The Ultimate Mercenary was going to defile somebody weak.
A look of sheer terror grew on Anlace's face after the Ultimate Mercenary broke the kiss. As he began to stroke her hair, that terror turned into defiance.
"You are filth. You are complete and utter filth. And you people say I'm immoral for doing my job!?" Anlace screamed.
"Oh come on now." The Ultimate Mercenary said with a low growl. "You should be really happy that you're going to get fucked instead of killed. You'd probably love it if you stopped fighting me."
"I'd rather die!" She snapped.
"You'd rather be dead than enjoy something that I know you want? It's just sex, dear. You like sex." The Ultimate Mercenary replied smugly and pulled Anlace into another kiss, this one more passionate and aggressive. The rest of the Jackal Squad were getting quite a show. Alice was giggling like a little girl on crack. The other three watched in awe.
The Ultimate Mercenary's kisses soon turned into licks. As he licked Anlace's muzzle, she eventually opened it, allowing the jackal to use his tongue for another kiss. Such a delicious little vixen. The Ultimate Mercenary thought. Anlace began to tremble when she felt the Ultimate Mercenary rub her lower back. Then his hands went down her pants and the vixen began to panic.
No! No! Anlace thought as she squirmed, catching the Ultimate Mercenary by surprise and she was free from his grasp, if only for a brief moment. She turned to run, but ultimately was caught by the jackal and knocked to the ground. He then crawled on top of her.
"The more you misbehave, the more difficult this will be for you." The Ultimate Mercenary snarled. "It's too late for you to die now, so don't even bother pleading for a mercy kill." Anlace's mind began to wander. What can I do to get out of this situation? There's got be something. There has to be...There isn't. I can't do anything. Anlace was used to killing her targets from a distance. The further the gap between herself and her victim, the more powerful she was. But when her clothing was the only barrier between herself and someone else? Another story entirely. And the barrier would be gone soon.
Anlace yelped in surprise when she felt the Ultimate Mercenary's fangs sink into her neck. She shivered as he nipped and sucked in a trail down her neck and to her shoulder. Anlace began to flail and hit the Ultimate Mercenary in the back of the head. Big mistake.
Alice was furious about what just happened. This little fucking tart thinks she can do that to the Ultimate Mercenary!? Her fury would be alleviated rather quickly. The Ultimate Mercenary had turned his attention back towards Anlace. A fiery anger burned in his eyes. He took a swing at Anlace and punched her in the face. Hard.
"Nice one, Boss!" Moore cheered.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" The Ultimate Mercenary screamed. He then grabbed her head and slammed it into the metallic floor. Anlace's nose was heavily bleeding and she felt dizzy. She then felt her tormentor crawling back onto her and placed his muzzle close to her ear.
"I'm done being gentle now. A little slut like you needs to learn her place." The Ultimate Mercenary hissed. "They say that pain is the best teacher. You'll learn that yourself." Anlace was jolted out of her daze when she felt the jackal tugging at her shirt. RRRRRIIIPPPP! Her shirt was now removed.
"Come on! Let's see her nips!" James cackled. The Ultimate Mercenary grinned and yanked off her bra. The other male squad members cheered at the sight of Anlace's breasts. The vixen could only flush red in embarrassment as the prying eyes of the team assigned to hunt her gazed at her personal parts.
"Is she a virgin? How about you check, Boss?" Cochise asked with a broad grin.
"Like this whore is still a virgin!" Alice chimed in.
The Ultimate Mercenary listened to his squadmates. He tugged down her pants and removed them. With a quick rip, Anlace's panties were ripped off. The vixen reflexively clamped her legs shut.
"Spread. Your. Legs. NOW!" The Ultimate Mercenary ordered. The vixen relaxed her legs, but still didn't spread them. The Ultimate Mercenary growled and removed his gloves. He then forcibly grabbed her legs and spread them apart. The Ultimate Mercenary then began to investigate her vagina like some sort of demented gynecologist.
Anlace squealed as she felt the hand of the jackal probing around her slit. He felt every corner of it and even sunk his fingers in there. Anlace never felt so humiliated in her entire life and she knew that it was only going to get worse. The Ultimate Mercenary removed his hand when his "inspection" was done.
"No hymen. She's not a virgin!" The Ultimate Mercenary announced.
"Yeah, no shit!" Alice sarcastically remarked.
"Tell me. Who had sex with you?" The Ultimate Mercenary asked.
"Like I'd tell you!" Anlace yelled.
"No matter. I'll be the best fuck you ever had..." The Ultimate Mercenary sneered and he began to position himself on top of Anlace. The vixen turned pale when she realized what was going to happen. Anlace was no stranger to sex, but she always allowed herself to be penetrated when she was wet enough. She was currently dry as a desert.
With a grunt, the Ultimate Mercenary began to push his length forcefully into Anlace. Screams of pure agony erupted from the vixen as inch after inch of his penis was pushed into her roughly without any lubrication. More screams poured out of Anlace until the Ultimate Mercenary was hilted inside her.
Alice began to laugh hysterically. The sight of Anlace, a professional assassin, being turned into a weak and submissive bitch, amused Alice to no end. Her pain. Her agony. All music to Alice's ears.
The thrusting continued. Anlace had never been in this much pain before. The Ultimate Mercenary had taken a normally pleasing activity and turned it on it's head. The only sensations Anlace could feel was the burning pain in her bleeding vagina and the aroused grunts and moans of her violator. When will it end... When will it end... It had been much easier to penetrate Anlace after he made her bleed, yet he still wasn't gaining as much pleasure from this as he should. The Ultimate Mercenary grinned a wicked grin. He knew how to make this more pleasing. He pulled his cock out of Anlace.
"She's a little loose. The whore..." The Ultimate Mercenary remarked as he flipped Anlace over so that she was on her front. Without warning, he forced his erection into her ass with no lubrication other than some vagina blood.
Anlace screamed until her lungs began to be in as much pain as her anus. Sensitive anal flesh was torn apart and blood began to trickle down her thighs as the jackal thrust into her rear. The Ultimate Mercenary, on the other hand, felt like he was in heaven. The spasms of her rectum trying in vain to forcibly expell the invading member, caused an untold amount of pleasure. The Ultimate Mercenary let out a loud moan that was overridden by the shrieking of his victim.
Alice's laughs became even more frantic. Her boss was making this assassin cry and scream! Who else could do that to a hardened killer other than her boss? He was the Ultimate Mercenary. No other killer could top him. This vixen cunt was learning that firsthand. She noticed that Moore was beginning to get aroused by what was going on and was slowly stroking his sheath.
The Ultimate Mercenary then lay on Anlace's back so he could penetrate her bowels deeper. His cock was now soaked in blood, making it easier to fuck her ass. He began to lick and nibble the back of her neck as he sped up his thrusts, creating even more tears in her rectum and causing more pain from the already existing ones.
Anlace wanted to die. She actually hoped that the Ultimate Mercenary would fuck her to death. She knew more was going to come. He would ejaculate and when he ejaculated, he would knot...and she didn't think what remained of her anus could take that. It won't fit... It just won't fit...
The Ultimate Mercenary began to huff wildly. He was close to the edge. He bit her roughly on the neck, making Anlace scream and caused her weakened anal muscles to constrict around his cock. With a loud grunt, he blew his load into her rectum. Anlace began to scream even more as his knot expanded inside her ass, putting a painful amount of pressure on her anal tears. Her screams died down to whimpers of defeat as his knot finished expanding.
The Ultimate Mercenary lay on her back, recovering from his orgasm and began to lick and nibble on the vixen's ear.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" He sneered. Anlace could only respond with sobs. Her ass was in immense pain from the Ultimate Mercenary's knot pressing up into her wounds. Kill me. Just kill me right now and end it. I don't want to live no more.
Eventually, the Ultimate Mercenary's knot deflated and he removed his cock from her ass, a pinkish mixture of blood and sperm following suit. An immense wave of relief rushed over Anlace. It's over. It's finally over...
The Ultimate Mercenary then yelled something that she didn't want to hear. "You guys wanna have a go at her?" He yelled to his squadmates.
"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" Anlace screamed hysterically. Moore, Cochise and James grinned sadistic grins and ran up to the bloodied and violated vixen. Alice burst into insane laughter yet again as Moore flipped Anlace onto her back. Anlace whimpered in pain as her torn ass was pressed into the ground.
"Hope you're not as loose as the boss says you are." Moore said with a laugh as he thrust into Anlace's vagina. And thus the cycle of screaming from Anlace, grunting from a violator and maniacal laughter from Alice began yet again.
Anlace was in immense pain throughout the whole experience. It was even worse than being sodomized by the Ultimate Mercenary. To put it mildly, the other three male members of the Jackal Squad were not gentle at all. They didn't even have any of the faux-tenderness of the Ultimate Mercenary. No sweet-talking. No pseudo-foreplay. Just brutal, animalistic fucking.
Each time one of their penises were inserted with great force, new tears were created in her vagina as well as older ones being re-opened. At one point, an inanimate object was shoved up there, but she didn't see what it was. The Ultimate Mercenary himself even fucked her for a second time after the other three were done. Anlace then began to feel herself losing conscious as soon as the Ultimate Mercenary's knot deflated and left her completely mangled vagina. She then noticed Alice walking up to her.
With a childish giggle, Alice dropped her pants, squatted over the vixen and released a steady stream of urine onto her. Anlace finally passed out while being pissed on. She was now free from the pain.
The G.U.N. operatives were stunned when they saw Anlace being bought in. It was incredibly obvious that she had been savagely raped by the Jackal Squad. She had been haphazardly redressed and her pants were positively soaked in blood. She was unconscious and had lost a large amount of blood. Anlace had to be wheeled into the medical room for a blood transfusion and emergency surgery on her anus and vagina. They currently did not know if she would live or die.
Even the most stoic operatives of G.U.N. were shocked by the sheer sadism of the Jackal Squad. If it weren't for the fact that they had the "best mercenaries around" card, every single one of them would be in prison for life. Many had even begun to regret hiring the Jackal Squad to take out a wanted assassin! Maybe they should have took out Anlace themselves...
Alice snuggled into the pillow of her sleeping bag. She had a great day today. She loved her job. She got paid to kill disgusting vermin. Though this time, the vermin wasn't killed, but thoroughly dominated by her boss. Little did Alice know that her day was about to get better.
She heard the flap of her tent opening. Someone entered her tent and lay down beside her. Arms wrapped around her and she felt him kissing her neck.
"Let me guess. Is it you, Boss?" Alice questioned.
"Mm-hm." The Ultimate Mercenary replied, his attention still fixed on her neck.
"Didn't you already get your fix from that vixen slut?" Alice asked jokingly.
"I'm never satisfied." The Ultimate Mercenary responded. "Plus I could have sworn her ass was a little loose too."
Alice let out a laugh and turned around to kiss her boss.
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED, JACKAL SQUAD
And there you have it folks. My take on the Jackal Squad. I made them a collection of violent maniacs, sexual predators and drug addicts. This chapter is probably the nastiest thing I've ever written. It could have actually been worse. I briefly entertained the idea of making Infinite a fucking pedophile and have him rape Cream. But I'm not sure this site would allow detailed child molestation.
To make up for that, up next is another interlude of Infinite being a depraved loon. He'll do something just as bad as pedophilia. Yep. This actually might not be the most disgusting chapter in this entire fanfic.