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Industrial Espionage (3)

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Continued sci-fi-themed fun for Sanmer using some interesting tropes here - hope you'll find this story interesting, and do check up the previous chapters up there if you feel like you need a recap on what's been going on inside the mysterious walls of Sanmer Pharmaceuticals.

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Failed industrial spy Rob Wheatley couldn't decide where to look with more horror - the arctic fox hovering over him or the green goo thing that had covered his cock and his balls...ostensibly, the fox had said, to 'keep him in check'.

"You - "

"And don't you expect to be getting any of that promised money, of course, you know where that's going," Sanmer hissed with deep displeasure at the otter lying on the table by him, "Remember that it won't probably be even a fraction of what it costs me to make a new batch of...Thing here...but don't you worry. You are still getting your pay for your janitorial work, aren't you, Rob?"

Rob coughed in disbelief.

"You're not firing me?" he was incredulous to the maximum. "What?"

The white fox chuffed mischievously.

"You're way too valuable to me to be let go...besides...the Thing looks like it doesn't care for you to leave, anyway..." the fox pointed out the slowly wobbling green goo surrounding the otter's junk.

"I can't believe you're going to get away with this," Rob snorted. "You never will!"

Sanmer giggled gleefully.

"You don't know the half of it, Rob Wheatley," the arctic fox said with delight. "And as long as this lip continues...well, you'll know how I can take care of that, you little shit!"

Sanmer got up from his stool.

"I think a couple hours of edging will help you to think about your misdeeds while I prepare a little surprise for your employers," the fox said as he turned about.

"What!"

The arctic fox scientist opened a drawer on one of the nearby equipment carts and pulled out what to the otter could only look like one things.

"What...what...oh nooo...NO! FUCK NO!"

He struggled against his bindings, but could not stop when Sanmer stuffed the rubbery ball into his muzzle and secured the gag into place with a leather strap around Rob's head.

"hMhphphp!"

Sanmer smirked, looking at the bound and gagged otter with delight.

"Thing, take care of the otter for me," he tapped at the goo with his fingerpads.

Rob's eyes widened. The fox turned about and let his fluffy tail trail him in an expansive arch while he began to pace his way out of the room. The otter gawked behind the receding mad scientist, and huffed in terror when he already started to feel the goo begin to stroke him again, its numerous ripples kneading his shaft, his sheath, his balls...

YOU CRAZY FUCKER! Rob yelled in his mind, while his muzzle only produced some spittle and a muffled "YhmhmhMHMHPFFFFFRRRR!"

The invisible fingers and rings of the goo caressed him, feeling just like before, the best handjob and blowjob combined into one, and then some. The green goo stroked his meat and squeezed on his balls, not painfully, yet rhythmically stimulating them as well. The otter writhed against the bindings that kept his naked body strapped onto the table, and there was very little give. He could only moan and groan into the gag that kept his noises down to a minimum.

He knew that even if he had called for help, the lab was likely soundproofed and nobody would hear the otter's yelps and moans of desperation when he struggled with the pleasure torture the arctic fox had bestowed upon him.

How could he have been so stupid as to think he could pull off an information heist like this? Rob cursed himself all the while his package, even the inside of his sheath received an individualized, vibrating massage of goo that stroked upon his flesh and his skin.

What is he gonna do to me? the otter thought desperately, distracted by his fear and the unquestionable pleasure bombarding his groin despite the terrifying circumstances.

His future was entirely unknown, and in the paws of the white arctic fox whom Rob thought to be quite insane by now.

He couldn't blame anyone but himself.

Sanmer was right about that at least.

"Hmhpphphph!" Rob choked onto his gag.

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When the arctic fox returned after two hours, he found a very much exhausted, panting, shuddering wreck of a man lying limp on the table, moaning and huffing while his cock still remained painfully hard and unreleased.

"Tsk tsk tsk...you've made a mess..." Sanmer noted while he clicked his tongue and looked down at the otter's saliva-coated face.

The arctic fox slipped on a pair of black surgical gloves and picked a gauze pad which he used to dry Rob's muzzle before he released the gag.

"There we go..."

"UHhujujffucker!" the otter groaned before swallowing several times to rid himself of the excessive spittle in his maw. "What the hell are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" the arctic fox rumbled.

"Well I'm not exactly sure but it's not sane!" the otter groaned.

Sanmer moved to the foot of the bed and grabbed the otter's erection through the pliant goo. Rob let out a further gasp at this sensation. He was super-sensitive after the prolonged edging and he throbbed massively under the fox's grip.

"Uhhhh...no m-more..."

"No more?" Sanmer raised his brow. "Is that so? Would rather not get to feel anything at all? I have things for that too, you know...one injection and you'll be limp as a noodle for as long as I want to..."

Rob groaned.

"You're sick!"

"No!" the white fox hissed. "That's called insurance, I told you! I've got your fucking balls, and you're doing my bidding from now on if you want to keep doing something with those balls in the future, you got me?"

Rob shook his head.

"The police are gonna - "

Sanmer silenced him with a growl.

"If I make you disappear, the police will never find you," he said." I'm richer than the police!"

He let out a chuckle the otter could only describe as megalomaniac. Just how crazy could the fox be? He didn't dare to think.

"Now, we've got a few things to do..." Sanmer mused darkly, "I understand you have a hot date coming today, and we can't have you go to such an important event unprepared, can we?"

Rob sneered.

"What the fuck do you mean, you sicko?"

Sanmer clicked his tongue again.

"Language, mister Wheatley," he said. "That tongue of yours is going to get you into trouble if you don't mind it."

Rob wondered just how much into trouble he could still get. He decided to stay quiet for the moment.

"Now, tell me...how are you to meet your employer today?" Sanmer questioned the otter.

Ron huffed.

"What do you need to know?"

"Everything," the fox said bluntly.

"There's not much to tell. I'm supposed to go to the central train station at 7:15 to do the swap," Rob said, "They'll give me the...the cash and I'll give them the USB stick."

"Who is 'they', then?"

"I don't know the name."

Sanmer raised his brow.

"Is that so?" he mused. "Or shall the Thing make sure you tell the truth?"

"I don't know the name!" Rob yelped. "I've only spoken with him on the phone and online, through emails. It's some weird anonymous server, I don't know who really sends them, honestly!"

"Is it the phone that was with you?"

"Yeah," Rob said. "It's a cheap thing I bought with a prepaid card. That guy told me to do so. He phones to it from a prepaid phone as well. Can't be tracked."

"Amateurs," Sanmer snickered. "Bet you thought you were so sneaky..."

"He told me to," Rob said, "the email told me to get one of those phones, for safe communications."

The arctic fox chuckled.

"You might have as well communicated via Facebook chat," he opined. "Tsk tsk tsk..."

"Well you caught me either way..." the otter stated meekly.

Sanmer laughed.

"I sure did," he said, "and now you will serve me well...oh how you will serve me..."

"W-whatever, as long as you'll let me go," Rob muttered, "okay?"

"Eventually," Sanmer grumbled. "But before that, you will do my bidding for as long as I deem fit...with the help of the Thing, of course."

The green goo vibrated around Rob's weary cock, as if agreeing with what the arctic fox was saying. Rob couldn't believe that the goo could hear what Sanmer spoke, let alone understand.

"What do you want me to do then?" Rob asked.

"Why, to go to your rendezvous of course," the fox chuckled. "You have just become a double agent, you see."

"What?"

Sanmer slipped his paw into his white coat pocket and pulled out the USB drive. He held it between two outstretched fingers, to show the very modest slip of plastic that could have cost his company a billion dollars in lost revenue should the otter's plans have succeeded.

"Well you have to take this back to your employer," Sanmer stated. "It's what they pay you for, after all."

"Are you serious?" Rob asked.

Sanmer flipped the USB drive about on his fingers and let it land onto his palm.

"Yes," he said. "You wouldn't want to deprive them of this very expensive information, would you?"

"You'd give it to them?" Rob questioned. It made no sense to him.

"Oh they'll be getting something alright," the arctic fox murmured as he clenched his paw around the diminutive item, "but they won't be knowing about it for quite some time, I think."

"What do you mean?"

"Tsk tsk tsk," the arctic fox vocalized, "no more secrets for you, Mister Wheatley...I've seen how bad you are at keeping them."

Rob remained quiet.

"Well, now!" Sanmer clapped his paws together. "We still have work to do, however. I have to get you ready for it."

"People are gonna be missing me, you know," Rob noted.

"They won't," the arctic fox said, "if you mean Jeff, Natalie and Kurt, all of whom have read a variation of a message from you saying that you've had to stay at work for overtime because of a huge mess in the mail room, and you'll be probably sleeping in and don't want to meet anyone until Friday at earliest because you are so tired."

"You can't do that!" Rob yelled.

"I already did," the fox smirked. "Nobody knows where you are, or misses you for the next two days, meaning we have plenty of time to spare."

"W-what do you mean?"

Sanmer fetched a stainless steel cart loaded with equipment and rolled it next to the table containing its reluctant occupant. There was a curious aluminum case sitting on top of the cart. The fox snapped its lid open and rummaged inside this box before he pulled out an item that looked scarily like a handgun. Rob's eyes went wide.

"What the hell is that?" he shouted, tensing with fear.

Sanmer cocked up the gun-like device and did some fiddling upon it, to make the entire thing buzz and hiss threateningly. Rob's ears flattened.

"What are you going to do with that!?"

"It's a magnificent tool, designed for the developing world," the arctic fox narrated while he continued his adjustments on the device, "completely self-sufficient, operable with either a pressure cartridge or a manual pump. Self-sterilizing nozzle employing a simple alcohol solution. Fantastic. We're selling these to the WHO for a wonderful profit."

"You what?"

Sanmer turned about and faced the otter.

"Now you hold still..."

The arctic fox placed a paw against the top of Rob's head and twisted it to the side. Rob yelped.

"S-stop!"

"Don't move," Sanmer hissed.

He pressed the tip of the gun against the soft, pink inside of Rob's ear and pulled the trigger. Rob felt a sting and heard the loud hiss, enough to make both of his ears flatten.

"OWWW!"

Burning pain spread from his ear and down his jaw, only to subside after a few long seconds. The otter let out a huff of breath at the sensation.

"What the hell was that for?" he grumbled. "Some sort of a truth serum?"

"That's for another time," the fox chuckled to himself while he put the injection gun back into its place inside the case and closed it carefully, "now I'll just have to make sure that the implant works..."

"IMPLANT!"

Sanmer pulled out a smartphone from his coat pocket and flicked his thumb against the screen a few times.

"Let's see..." the otter said before lifting the phone close to his muzzle, "do you hear this?"

DO YOU HEAR THIS?

Rob gasped with surprise. He'd heard the fox's voice in a strange kind of stereo, both through his ears and inside the ear that had been injected by Sanmer only moments before.

"What the hell was that?" Rob asked.

"A subdermal implant containing a radio transceiver on the VHF band and the associated microphone and speaker equipment. It is means for me to hear everything you speak and that is spoken to you, and for me to speak to you should the need arise," Sanmer detailed, "I think it will come most handy."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Do you think I'd ever let you go to your meeting without me being able to monitor your every move, every word?" Sanmer stated. "I don't think so."

"Uh..."

"Otherwise I would never risk you going there on your own," Sanmer said, "it is to be expected that you will be followed there by your employer's associates, hence to have you trailed would risk your capture being revealed."

Rob didn't answer.

"Not to mention," the arctic fox mused, "it'll also help me to keep you in check should your tongue become...slippery..."

"Oh yeah?" the otter retorted. "You think I'd do a runner, even with this green thing on me?"

"You are a skittish little thing," Sanmer said with a smirk, "who knows what you'll do when your balls are threatened..."

Rob didn't dare to look at the state of his junk, not now that the fox had brought it up again.

"You're obsessed," he said, finally.

"I've never seen a pair of gonads I don't like," Sanmer mused easily, "I don't feel anything particular about yours, all told, but I'm sure you will rise up to the occasion..."

Rob frowned.

"You gay or something?"

The fox licked his lips.

"Very festive I am, too..." he chuckled.

"Bah."

Sanmer snapped his black-gloved fingers, creating a loud noise.

"I think I was supposed to give you another demonstration about your new friend's skills," the fox said.

Rob tensed. The white fox stepped closer to him, and even though he tried to squirm away, it was really a hopeless attempt at escaping from Sanmer's fingers landing onto his taint.

"Don't touch me!"

The fox's fingertips tickled on the smooth, lively goo. The otter's tail slapped against the table.

"Stop that, pleeeease!"

"Don't worry...I have personally tried this particular feature out...much to my pleasure..." Sanmer grinned broadly. "So...enjoy..."

"What the hell do you mean?" Rob mumbled.

"I think it's best that I won't try to explain it, rather, I'll let the Thing show you instead," the fox stated.

"Uh..." Rob breathed out at the sensation of the goo squeezing on his shaft again, the green substance wobbling while it slowly shifted along his junk as if trying to decide what to do next.

The following feeling was almost as shocking as the very first time he had felt the mysterious goo touch him so intimately, on his cock. The rippling semi-fluid seemed to tremble along the tip of his shaft, to caress on the very sensitive flesh around his piss slit.

"Ohh..."

Sanmer snickered.

"Maybe you'll even enjoy it..." the arctic fox grinned. "Just remember, it can become very painful if you struggle..."

"What's happening?" Rob panted in fear.

"Just let the Thing work itself...it'll be easiest if you relax...though not sure if you can consciously relax that body part...heheh..."

What felt like a tendril of the goo kept stroking his meaty cocktip, again and again making a circle about the otter's slit like some sort of a tiny finger concentrating on this particular feature of his body. He found the sensation bizarre, threatening, and strange, all at the same time, while it also made his balls tingle in a way Rob suspected to be highly unnatural.

"Just relax, Mister Wheatley," said Sanmer, "and it might go in easier...your prostate will thank you later..."

"What - "

"Shhhh..." Sanmer hissed playfully, "don't make me get the gag again..."

"But - "

"Then again, all these noises are quite entertaining, so maybe I'll let it be for now..."

"W-what is it even doing?"

"I told you, Wheatley, let it show you!" the fox waved his paw cheerfully. "And seems like it's eager to as well..."

"I-I don't know what's happening..."

The twisting goo pressed onto the otter's slit so powerfully now that it was factually spreading open the top of his urethra and making way into him, maybe less than one fifth of an inch but yet easily distinguishable from the general squeezing of the strangely moving material around his cock. Rob let out another gasp, feeling how the smooth, slightly damp substance touched him in a way nobody or nothing had ever touched him, from inside him.

"Uhhh..."

"Just breathe...it can be easy to forget to do so..." Sanmer commented.

It felt like the goo was swimming into him, a soft tendril that wriggled its way through the otter's delicate tube, whether he wanted it or not. Rob couldn't describe the sensation, nor he likely wished, either. Who could he have told, anyway, except the police department? Even that felt like a very distant thought now, when it seemed that he was completely at the mercy of the arctic fox and his mad scientist inventions, including the one that was now penetrating his body.

"U-uh...fuck..." Rob bit his teeth together.

"This is the normal setting..." Sanmer murmured in a soft, sweet voice, "just imagine what'd happen if it suddenly decided to grow much larger while inside your tender cock...how painful that would be...how that could happen if you slip the wrong word to your employers..."

Rob groaned between his clenched teeth. The mental images associated with the fox's threat were enough to give him nightmares for years to come, he thought, in near panic now, when he felt the warm goo slither its way inside his forbidden, tiny opening.

"AHhhhhshshhh..."

"Yes..." murmured Sanmer, in his own glee, "enjoy..."

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