"This is for all the things you've done to Sonic!" Rose snarls.

"Forget that!" snaps Nic. "This is what she deserves for existing in a living universe!"

"Justice… revenge,"  Patters says, flexing her fingers. "It doesn't matter. What matters is having fun."

"If I didn't have this collar on me, I'd fuck you all up!" Surge says in a brush of defiance, but her bravado is rewarded with the first of Patters's attacks. With long and strong arms, the wolf slams her palm against one of Surge's buttcheeks.

Surge yowls, spit flying out of her mouth, tears falling down her face.

"Go, go, go!" the girls chant as Patters walks around to the other side. She rubs her hands together and then pulls back another strike, slamming her palm against Surge in a defining spank!

"Gaahaaa!" Surge cries out, squirming.

Again and again, the wolf strikes the tenrec. Each time Patters hits Surge, the poor green gal's ass becomes more and more sensitive. Each slap sends another wave of pain, worse than the last, and it makes her ass burn longer and longer, redder and redder.

"Such a glutton for punishment," Patters says with disdain. She rubs her wrist. "Still awake, even after all that. Time for a walk of shame. We got things to do."

“Puh… please…” Surge gasps, her head bowed low, breathing slowly but in shallow breaths. "Please, make it stop."

"There is no stopping this," Patters says. "As long as I can get screams and humiliation out of you, I'm going to enjoy you—my bitch."

* * *

Surge sits naked in her cell, covered only by the sheets on her bed. Thankful that Patters didn't make her fish out that lost pair of underwear, she can only hope that the laundry will come in for her to replace everything.

When the cart arrived, some other prisoners were handing out the clothing. Patters, of course, told Surge to grab the clothes.

The laundry runner whistles as the naked Surge approaches, and the tenrec snatches the clothing, grumbling and returning to her bed. When she lays out the outfits, she sees many panties bedecked with teddy bears, hearts, rainbows, and other cute things.

"Put 'em on, roomie," says Patters, falling from the top bunk and looming behind Surge. "I gave them to you, just for you.

What follows is the most humiliating time of her life. One by one, Surge tries on each of the new panties. And each time, Patters grabs her by her elastic and lifts her bodily off the floor.

"Whoa, this one has some serious hold!" the wolf teases, bouncing the tenrec by her underwear, stretching and tearing the fabric, and making Surge fall.

"Try the wisp one next," Patters says. "Always loved those little guys."

Surge slowly pulls off the ruined pair and then slides on the next one, the pain in her legs and her butt making it a difficult time. She whimpers, sniffling, only for a firm grasp to grab her and hoist her up high.

"Such a shame you keep destroying your pairs somehow," Patters says. "But lucky for you, I got enough pull," she says, punctuating it by bouncing Surge in the air, "I can get as many pairs of undies sent to you as I want. Wow, these are really stretchy, too! Grab the bed."

“Nuh… no…”

A punch goes right to her temple. "Grab the bed!"

Surge grabs onto the bed, biting her lip, her vision blurry. Patters grabs the end of this pair, stepping back, pulling and yanking, turning herself around, and walking with the elastic band hoisted over her shoulder. The wolf grunts as the fabric tightens in her grip, but not only that, it digs into Surge, disappearing inside her pussy, rubbing and almost cutting into her.

And Patters lets go, the panties slapping against Surge's waist, sending her falling over the bed.

"Well, I'll be damned," Patters says, stroking her finger along the edges of the panties. Those areas are so sensitive that Surge cries out just from being touched there. "These are some pretty damn good undies. Take 'em off. We'll save these for special occasions."

"W…. What kind…?" Surge breathes out.

"Fuck if I know," says Patters, smacking Surge in the back of the head. "I know that it's gonna be fun, no matter what I decide, and you're absolutely going to hate it."

"You're… you're nothing like the Whisper I knew," Surge says. "She was quiet, shy… only went beast mode when you fucked around with her or her friends. What happened to you, Patters, that made you who you are…?"

Patters hops onto the bed, lying beside Surge and propping herself with an elbow on the mattress. "Oh, does the little wedgie hedgie wanna hear my sad as fuck backstory? You wanna feel bad for your cellmate—see what shit happened to her to get her to be this way?"

Surge doesn't respond. She buries her face against the mattress, preparing herself for repercussions.

Patters leans in and whispers. "I'll tell you. But you're not gonna like it."

Surge turns one eye to see her, and her curiosity returns.

"It's simple, really," the wolf says, patting Surge on the back of the head. "Fuck all happened to me. I was bad to the bone, to begin with. I didn't have the juice to do what I wanted until the world split. And once I get out of here, I'll torment many more worlds. Hell, maybe I'll destroy your own, just for fun!"

"I want to get out of here, too," Surge says, gulping. I'll… I'll happily get bullied outside… if you let me help you out, too."

Patters rubs her chin, snickering. "Well, ain't that cute. We'll see about that. If I get bored of you and need a dummy to get thrown to the guards while I escape, I know where I'll find you. Now, a final test."

She gets a pair of panties featuring Honey the Cat's brand label and pulls the thing up, up, and up, hooking it to a post on her bed. This leaves Surge hanging there, dangling by the used-up panties, whimpering and whining, giving Patters something beautiful to hear as she drifts off to dreamland.

* * *

All of this is visible on a security camera. A human worker with a well-trimmed beard hands a steaming hot drink to the duck-billed Mobian, and the guard watches the whole thing. Ztarline," the guard says. This feels like a gross abuse of power. I think we should stop the experiment."

"Nonsense, Ztone," the doctor says, tapping his fingers together. "Adversity builds character, and we'll see that soon enough.”