Go back to camp and return the next day

Once back at our tents I changed my pants and realising it was now very late we went to bed.

It was a rough night as Ryan kept heaving and fidgeting in his sleeping bag.

As we ate our breakfast I realised that Ryan looked larger than he did just the night before.

“How are you feeling?” I ask.

“I feel pumped dude. Kinda horny though.” he replied.

“Is that because of that thing she put in you?” I asked.

“Dunno man, maybe.” he rubbed the scarred area. “Feels like there’s something square under my skin.”

I touched the back of my neck remembering how the neural device burrowed in. Were these things safe? Should we try and get a doctor to remove them?

“So what are we going to tell the professor?” I asked.

“Depends what happens today I guess” Ryan replied.

“What? You mean you want to go back there?” I gasped.

“Sure, dude. Aren’t you curious?”

“Aren’t you afraid it will enslave you?” I asked the seemingly obvious question.

“Whoever made that machine is long gone, it may as well just be an alien blowjob machine now,” he replied rather eruditely before seeming to become lost in daydreams. I had to admit maybe he had a point. I still had the crystal in my pocket and now idea what it is for.

Once we got back into the “control room” we found more things were lit up than before.

Isis reappeared. “Today we will be repairing the enslavement mechanisms.”

“No, why would we need to do that?” Ryan said. “We are here for oral pleasure.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of pleasure.” Isis said.

“FUUCK” Ryan suddenly said as he seemed to turn redfaced. His pants tented and he seemed to become more aggressive. “I really need to cum. NOW!”

“If you want that pleasure to continue, start clearing the debris in that corner.” Isis ordered.

“No, I urgh, ok yes” Ryan eventually agreed.

As he went to work Isis turned to me. “Your friend is in a hormonally enhanced edging state and is going to be the workhorse for today.”

I had to admit Ryan was now doing more work than he had the entire expedition.

“I need you to be more lucid as we will be rerouting the circuitry.” she explained.

“And how will you stop me from just leaving?” I asked.

My hand once again felt like it was on fire. “ARRRGH”.

“Since my central reactor is back online my neurolink range is far wider than it was. If you try to leave you will collapse from pain before you make it out.”

Fuck I thought. It had us. A panel opened on the wall and I reluctantly followed its instruction rewiring as Ryan walked around the room carrying things from place to place.

After several hours she brought our attention to the central desk. Ryan had carried over a large device that looked like it manufactured those spider-like neural interfaces.

“Now connect this to the port above the administrator key receptacle?” Isis instructed.

“The what?” I asked, suddenly seeing an opportunity.

“The administrator key receptacle” she repeated pointing to a diamond shaped hole on the desk.

I quickly reached into my pocket and pulled out the crystal I found on the corpse the day before and quickly dropped it in the keyhole.

The Isis image froze then robotically said. “Administration mode engage, suspending personality matrix, suspending immediate tasks, suspending supervised motivation routine on neural link 2.”

“Fuck dude, what did you DO!” Ryan yelled, “the pleasure’s stopped. Turn it back on!”

Ryan started lurching towards me with a rage I’d never seen before. Thinking quickly I shouted “Resume supervised motivation on neural link 2.”

Just before Ryan was going to sock me one the look of bliss returned to his face and he resumed his physical labour.

“Identify Neural link 1 as permanent administrator.” I said.

“Acknowledged” Isis, said now empty of any personality.

“Errr List main directives” I said, hoping this would make sense.

“Main directives:

1: enslave local primitive populations.

2: operate diamond mines.

3: Report to imperial bureaucracy. Last successful report 5,000 Earth years ago.”

Now we seemed to be getting somewhere.

“Administrator command: Delete directive 3.” I said

“Directive deleted”

“Modify directive two to serve administrator as master” I said

“Directive modified”

I thought about the first directive, then decided that maybe it was best to leave it in place. I looked at Ryan, he was so productive now. Maybe it would be best for more people to be this productive.