In one of the few but significant holding cells in a top secret base in a remote savannah of Corneria, lies in wait a prisoner of high profile and infamy. None other than the dread mercenary Wolf, top-form bitter rival to the galactic hero Fox. Done in for what may be the last time by team Starfox, Wolf has been transported to and from room to room within the prison ward in a mobile segufix. Padded for longevity and some comfort, they were not savages. But their decency had its limits. It was amazing just how much damage a heavily restrained space merc could do with so little mobility. Biting a doctor’s finger halfway off, grabbing onto an officer’s pistol, clawing the warden in the buttcheek with his toe claws, every bit of chaos he could cause in bondage he did. And thus was he properly restrained in ways before then moot. Thick rubber mittens, ties on his toes and claws alike, a thick rubber ball gag that definitely didn’t come from the warden’s office for sure. Everything. And then he was ultimately helpless at last. Safe for transport, safe for interrogation. No, primer for interrogation.

Indeed, their decency was limited. Torture was a long outdated method that yielded skewed results. Plus Wolf was a tough bean. A tough bean with soft beans and a currently brittle ego. What better way to break him down for questioning than to both torture and humiliate him? Sure, he could say anything to make it stop. But at this point, things were getting personal. Maybe they want him to lie through his teeth, just so they can pop the gag back in for him to keep lying through that instead. Maybe they didn’t want the evidence from cases unsolved. Maybe they didn’t want a confession. Maybe they didn’t want his weapon caches. Maybe all they wanted now, was some old fashioned wild frontier justice. And where better to start that off with than a spot he’s shown to be rather protective of? His feet. So sensitive he has to wear iron tipped boots to throw a decent kick. The low breathability didn’t help reduce his sensitivity any, but it sure kept them soft and moisturized. It’s ironic, that ones own efforts to protect their weaknesses often become the reason for the weakness persisting.

Let’s see just how weak you’ve become now, pup...