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Sep 4, 2021

Magnétisme Animal

In various Realities: Emma, Elly, Emmy...
Below on this blog page is part 8 of the science fiction story Old Time Gaming. In Part 6, Rylla discovered that Abigail Longfellow has unusual anatomical features... for a human. As a tyrp'At, Rylla was born with four nipples, but two were surgically removed before she was sent to Earth as an Interventionist agent. Abigail, among the first generation of European children born in Australia, also has four nipples.

Having completed the first part of her mission in Sydney, Rylla is now trying to find a way to get transport to western Australia. Rylla must assemble a small group of settlers who are willing to leave the New South Wales colony and go explore the west coast of the continent. 

the tryp'At
Rylla has been instructed by Manny to bring the military engineer Captain Doones with her when she heads west, but he is reluctant to leave Sydney. Rylla is literally of two minds, having been instantiated in two separate bodies. She wonders if she should try take Abigail west or leave her at the school in Parramatta with the Rylla's copy who is using the bodily form of the school teacher, Sophie McKnight. Part 8, below, begins right where the events at the end of Part 6 concluded...

Part 8 of Old Time Gaming. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Delivering Rylla's gold
In the first light of day, Doones awoke and he and Rylla again made love. After they both achieved orgasms, he held Rylla in his arms and sighed. His penis was still stiff inside her hot vagina. For a time they listened to a light rain falling on the roof of the barn, then he asked, "So, you want to trade your amazing sexual antics for my silence about your gold?"

Rylla giggled and replied, "I'd prefer if you fell in love with me and told me that you'd follow me anywhere. I'm going to use gold to finance a small expedition to western Australia. I want you to come with me on that expedition." She squeezed his penis with a contraction of her vaginal muscles, but resisted carrying her sexplay to an extreme that would seem beyond human capabilities.

"I'm intrigued by your offer, but why run off to western Australia? The colony here is still struggling to get on its feet. Can we afford to spread ourselves so thinly on this big continent?"

Since he seemed to have finished all his thrusting, Rylla pulled a blanket over the Captain's back. "You don't need to get on your feet right at daybreak. I'll keep making love to you until you agree to be my partner for the expedition." She quoted some erotic French poetry, using an ability to fluently speak French that had been provided by Manny's special programming of Rylla's artificial body.

Doones enjoyed the poetry, but he was startled by Rylla's ability to speak French like a Parisian. He asked, "What kind of a name is 'Rylla'?"

With a quick forceful motion she rolled them over and began stroking his stiff penis with her tight vagina. "My name is Verella. My friends call me Rylla. And before you ask... no, I'm not from France, but of course I can't prove that."

He muttered, "During the war, I got my fill of the French."

She pushed her tongue deep into his mouth then pulled her vagina off his penis with a loud pop. Taking his penis in her mouth, Rylla soon had Doones close to achieving another orgasm. She massaged his erection with both of her hands and told him, "There is a small French settlement in western Australia. If the Governor thinks only about Sydney and New South Wales, then England could loose half the continent to the French." She climbed back on the Captain and again took his stiff penis into her vagina, this time using a reversed orientation. With a few quick thrusts of her hips, Doones climaxed and ejaculated. Pulling off of his erection, Rylla quickly licked up most of the semen that coated his penis and he obligingly licked clean her vagina as deep as his tongue could reach. She turned herself around and snuggled against him, still holding his penis in her hand. Some more semen emerged from the tip of his penis and she rubbed it around with her thumb.

Doones was sliding his finger tips across Rylla's soft breasts. "How do you know about this French settlement in Australia? I've never heard of it before." Rylla tugged one of his hands and guided his finger tips to the stiff glans of her clitoris. As he massaged her, Rylla gave a little gasp of joy and breathed a hot breath into his ear.

"I'd rather not tell you my source of information. In fact, I'm rather hoping that Governor MacQuarie will suspect me of being a French spy.... I want him to take this matter seriously." Rylla was greatly enjoying her sexplay with Doones, but feeling none too comfortable about her planned mission to western Australia. Manny had told Rylla to get to Perth as quickly as possible, but in Rylla's timeline, the future as she knew it, Perth was not settled in 1814. Not even 1824. Once again Rylla concluded that her actions in Australia were altering Earth's history dramatically and creating a whole new historical timeline.

Doones was again allowing his finger tips to slide gently over Rylla's silky breasts and he liked the feel of her hot, stiff nipples. A surge of protectiveness welled up in his rapidly beating heart. "What can you gain from that? If he suspects that you are a spy, the Governor might have you shot."

Rylla nibbled on his ear lobe then explained, "If I can create enough anti-French hysteria in Sydney then I believe the Governor will order a ship to take my expedition through Bass Strait to the western end of the continent. Some ships take that route anyhow, just to service the whaling stations along the coast."

Doones thought about the French soldiers he had known. Feeling a chill, he pulled a blanket over Rylla. "I suspect that the Governor does not have troops to spare for such a foray."

"There are no French troops in Australia... yet... so this is not going to be a military expedition. However, I think the Governor knows that French missionaries and French traders can do more to build a French colony in Australia than the impotent French army." Doones seemed to be thinking. Rylla began whispering more French poetry into his ear and eventually he turned her over, getting her flat on her back with her legs spread wide. He kissed her glans then made love to her one more time, using the good old missionary position. Doones fell back asleep, still draped over Rylla's body. Rylla was still enjoying the feel of his hard penis inside her vagina and she hoped that she had successfully talked the Captain into a deal.

She was impressed by the Captain's sexual stamina and wondered how long he might sustain his hot erection. Then his penis began to vibrate in the same way that John could make his penis vibrate. Rylla heard Manny's voice in her mind: Don't worry about Doones. Even with your energetic sexual antics and additional nudging from me, the good Captain would not have kept the existence of your gold a secret from the Governor. However, I'm editing his memories, and when he wakes up in a few minutes he'll have a changed mind.

Rylla squatted over Doones and looked around the dim barn. Where are you, Manny?

I'm in Doones, enjoying the feel of your tight vagina wrapped around his erection.

Rylla told Manny: I thought you were taking care of affairs at the Outback camp. However, Rylla was glad that Manny was here with her and she could not resist grabbing another quick orgasm. Then the penile vibrations stopped and Rylla was able to think once again. She told Manny: Thank you for all the orgasms, but I'm still worried about how to launch the expedition to western Australia. Isn't this going to completely alter the historical timeline?

Not at all. Your little expedition will be lost to history. However, even without recognition by historians, we'll manage to get the White family positioned in Western Australia and Georgy White will eventually discover hierions near Perth. Everything is proceeding as necessary.

Rylla asked Manny: So you just dropped in for the orgasms?

Manny explained: We are getting started on a project that will take decades of effort before it is completed. I like to keep morale high among my team members. Never question a gift orgasm, Rylla. However, I do have one more important task before I depart. I have a warning for you. Don't ever give up on the Captain. Even when times get dark, he will do the right thing.

nanites
Rylla listened for more advice from Manny, but there was no more telepathic communication and Doones now seemed to be just Doones, without the bumpha's ghostly presence. Rylla found herself alone with her thoughts. She was a bit upset to have learned that her best efforts making love to Doones had not allowed her to change his behavior and get him to ignore his duty.

Rylla thought about the brief telepathic contact she'd had with her copy, the other Rylla who was making use of Sophie's body. She'd expected Rylla/Sophie might be eager to return to Parramatta, but Rylla had sensed that her other copy wanted to spend some more time making love to John in the Outback. Rylla thought about John's artificial body and the tricks he could use to provide a woman with stunning orgasms. Rylla giggled. Doones rolled off of Rylla, but did not wake up. Rylla held the Captain's penis in her hand, just as she had seen in Rylla/Sophie's mind. There had been something else there, a bit deeper in Rylla/Sophie's mind... something about using telepathy to control human behavior.

Rylla was startled by the idea. Might she be able to use her nanites to change someone's memories and thoughts? She looked at Doones and tried to link to his mind telepathically. She felt no sensation indicating contact with his memories. Yet, the more she thought about it, the more she felt certain that her copy had discovered a way to control someone's mind... someone back in Parramatta.

Rylla was planning to go right to the port in Sydney and start assembling an expedition that would sail to western Australia. Now she thought about first visiting Sophie's cottage in Parramatta. Rylla thought about the copy of Liza who had never gone into the wilderness and decided there could be no harm is visiting the girl and enjoying her enthusiastic sexplay. Manny had been clear about the need for haste in quickly getting the expedition to western Australia underway: "The winds are right, but that won't last."

The sun broke through the clouds and a rooster began making loud noises. Doones awoke and said, "I suppose we should get back on the road." He kissed Rylla and said, "Thank you for keeping me warm all night."

Late the next day, Rylla arrived at Sophie's cottage and met Abigail. Doones had gone in search of men from the 73rd Regiment who were on leave from duty. He intended to order them off to the crossing of the Nepean river where the old rickety wooden bridge needed emergency repairs because of flooding and the gold transfer station needed to be established.

At the cottage, Rylla found Abigail working by lamp light on her novel. After introductions, Rylla said, "I'm a friend of Sophie."

Impressed by Rylla's tall stature and unusual accent, Abigail said, "I've never seen you around town." She waited for some sort of explanation from Rylla, but none was given. Abigail was giving Rylla a careful visual once-over and then she met Rylla's eyes again and smiled before shyly looking away. Finally, Abigail stepped back from the doorway and said, "Come in." 

Rylla walked into the cottage, not even bothering to water or tie up her horse. Abigail asked, "Should we feed or water your horse?"

"He'll be fine."

Abigail closed the door and went to the table where she had been writting. She began putting away her papers, pens and ink. "Did you just arrive at the port?"

Ignoring the question, Rylla said, "I did not know that you live here with Sophie."

"I started teaching at the school a week ago. Then Sophie ran off into the wilderness again." Abigail laughed and said, "I suspect she has a hot affair with some sheep rancher up in the hills."

Rylla thought about John and could well imagine that he was making love to her copy at that very moment. Rylla's nipples stiffened and Abigail pointed and said, "That's an amazing fabric for a shirt."

"Do you like it?" Rylla took off the shirt and handed it to Abigail, "You can have it. I've got another just like it."

Abigail gazed upon Rylla's long, lean body, licked her lips and asked, "Are you and Sophie lovers?"

Rylla felt a strange attraction to Abigail. She tried to look into the girl's mind, and immediately felt a form of feedback from their telepathic connection. Rylla replied, "My relationship with Sophie is more complicated than I can possibly explain to you."

Abigail finished placing her papers in the drawer and then picked up a sweater and handed it to Rylla. "I love complex stories. I'm a writer." She watched while Rylla put on the sweater. "I'll heat up some tea and we can chat. Would you like a slice of pumpkin bread?"

While Abigail worked at the stove to boil water, Rylla said, "Sophie is doing some work for the Governor, trying to smooth out some rough spots in the transportation system. Particularly with the rain and flooding, it is not easy for the ranchers to get their wool to the port."

Abigail giggled and asked, "What does Sophie know about wool shipments?"

"I blame everything on a crazy American named Smith who has started using camels to haul wool in to town from outlying ranches. You'd be amazed by how the feet of the camels do so well on soft ground. Their feet are very broad and don't sink into mud like the hooves of mules and horses." Rylla took a cup of tea from Abigail.

Abigail brought pumpkin bread and butter to the table and they sat down. For a minute, Abigail gazed at  Rylla. "You do remind me of Sophie. You both look... shinny. Like a fresh sunny day. Even here in the lamp light!"

Rylla said, "If we are being blunt, allow me to say that I'm quite taken by you, Abigail. Your eyes are so beautiful... they don't quite look real."

"Inherited from my mother, along with several other items of anatomical interest." Abigail took off her blouse and tried on the shirt that Rylla had given her. "Is this silk?" She rubbed the fabric against her nipples.

Rylla had noticed that Abigail had four nipples. Rylla remembered a strange comment that Manny had made after creating her as a new copy of Rylla and before sending her to Earth: "Don't be surprised if you run into one of your ancestors." At the time, Manny had refused to elaborate, but now Rylla suspected that Abigail might be her ancestor. Rylla said, "That shirt looks good on you and goes well with your amazing eyes."

Abigail touched one of her lower nipples where it jutted out against the fabric of the shirt. She said, "Some people think this is the mark of the devil."

Rylla shrugged. "You are not the first person I've known with extra nipples."

"This unusual anatomy helped get me interested in strange tales... stories about the supernatural." Abigail glanced towards the drawer that held her writings. "I'm trying to learn about myths of the natives... I sure wish I could speak their languages."

Rylla was trying to work her way deeper into Abigail's mind. There was something there in the girl's thoughts about rum. Rylla drained her tea cup and suggested, "Maybe you could pour out something with a kick."

Abigail giggled. "Sophie has a closet full of wine, but I seldom drink. Just a sip makes me tipsy. That amuses my friends, given my father's dealings in the rum trade."

"What exactly is his business?"

Abigail spoke about her father's work as a trader and told Rylla, "My father invests his rum profits in shipping of all kinds. He's always down at the port looking for more ways to turn a profit." Abigail had walked over to the closet that held Sophie's wine collection.

Rylla knew Allen Longfellow by reputation from her time working on her first mission in Australia. There were many men who worked trade deals through the port of Sydney, and Rylla could remember hearing nothing remarkable about Longfellow. Now Rylla thought she could see something in Abigail's mind concerning her father and his name. Suddenly Rylla burst out laughing.

Rather defensively, Abigail said, "My father is successful. He makes a lot of money by trading." Abigail brought a bottle of wine out of the closet.

Rylla nodded. "I don't doubt you." She giggled. She had seen in Abigail's mind a flashed image of her father, naked. Now Rylla knew that the name 'Longfellow' was quite appropriate for Allen and his unusually long penis. However, Rylla now wondered if Abigail had inherited a mind pattern from her father that not only made it possible for Rylla to telepathically link into her mind, but might also allow Rylla to establish a telepathic connection to Allen. In contrast, the mind of Captain Doones had been an impenetrable wall. Rylla said, "Since he works at the port, I'd like to meet your father. I want to find a way to get to western Australia as quickly as possible. Maybe your father can help me."

"The west coast? What for?" Abigail poured out some wine in two cups.

Rylla said, "If we English don't settle the west, the French will."

Now Abigail laughed. New South Wales was abuzz with the news that Napoléon's army had been defeated. "The French navy has been impotent since Admiral Nelson's heroics at Cape Trafalgar. How can the French colonize western Australia?"

"Their first settlement on the west coast was established years ago, before the engagement at Trafalgar."

"I've never heard of a French settlement. However, there is a party at my parent's house in Sydney tomorrow night. I'll take you along with me to the party and introduce you to father."

French defeat 1805
"That is kind of you." Rylla drank some of the wine and commented, "This is not bad."

Abigail rubbed her head. "I have the strange feeling that I have met you before... if so, it must have been long ago, when I was a little girl. But someone like you... you'd expect that I would have remembered..." She asked Rylla, "Do you believe in the migration of souls? Maybe we met in another life!" Abigail drank wine from her cup.

Rylla chuckled. "There may be something to what you say." She reached out her right arm and took hold of Abigail's hand. "It is almost as if I know what you are thinking." Rylla tapped the side of her head with the fingers of her left hand.

Abigail thought of Sophie and how while they made love she seemed to anticipate Abigail's every sexual desire. "This past week, at times... it has seemed as if Sophie can read my mind."

Rylla was only catching fragments of Abigail's thoughts. "I suppose you know Sophie's maid, Elizabeth."

Abigail nodded, "She's coming to the party tomorrow. She hopes that the elusive Captain Doones will show up. Like Sophie, he's always running off into the hinterland."

Rylla asked, "Since when is Liza interested in men?"

Abigail shook her head and sipped wine. "Sophie warned me that Liza has never turned down a chance to play with a penis. However interested young girls are in the fair sex, most of them eventually give in to social convention and take up with a man. I'm still part of the resistance. I prefer girls."

Rylla squeezed Abigail's hand and asked, "Will there be many available men at the party?"

"Of course. There are far more men than women in the colony. If you are in the mood for male attention, you should have fun tomorrow."

Rylla said, "Mes pensées sont de m'amuser avec vous, ce soir."

Abigail giggled and said, "I can't speak French."

"I suspect you caught my meaning." She squeezed Abigail's hand again. Rylla could sense that incest was on Abigail's mind.

Abigail was feeling a strange sensation. She felt like they were connected somehow, like sisters. She re-filled their cups with more wine and asked, "Would you make love to your brother if you had a chance?"

Rylla had been raised by the tryp'At without any siblings or anyone near her own age. She took the question seriously and thought about the possibility of making love to her other copy. Now, pulling her gaze away from Abigail's strangely hypnotic eyes, Rylla reflected on the boyishness of Abigail's slim body. Rylla contemplated the fact that the girl was quite similar in body form to herself when Rylla had been five years younger than now. "I think humans have an instinct for avoiding incest. We are attracted most strongly to people who look different, unusual, new, exciting...."

Abigail jumped up and went to the drawer where she kept her story ideas. "In my novel, there is a clever university professor in the future who goes through a time portal into the past." She pulled several sheets of paper out of the drawer and took them to Rylla. "He travels back in time to meet the mathematician whose work made the time portal possible. He falls in love with that lady mathematician of the past, all the time wondering and worrying if he has taken his grandmother as his lover!"

Rylla laughed uneasily and asked, "And is she actually his grandmother?"

"I have not decided yet." Abigail looked expectantly at Rylla. "What do you think?"

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Rylla shrugged. "I wonder how you came up with the idea, Abi. I hope you don't fantasize about making love to your father."

Abigail shook her head. "I'm actually somewhat afraid of my father."

Via their telepathic linkage, Rylla could now see that Abigail was thinking about her father's large penis. Rylla asked, "Is he a dishonest businessman?"

Abigail shook her head. "He's had a few legal wrangles in the past, but he insists on written contracts. I think he is honest."

The more that Rylla tried to access Abigail's thoughts, the more she was feeling a strengthening telepathic connection to the girl. Rylla said, "I want to play a parlor game with you. I want to test your magnétisme animal. Have you ever heard of Étienne de Cuvillers?"

"Animal magnetism?" Abigail asked, "Do you believe in such nonsense?" However she sat down in front of Rylla so that their knees touched. "I've heard talk of people holding a séance and trying to speak to dead people. Did you know that Elizabeth MacQuarrie has a copy of Dialogues of the Dead in her library?"

Rylla ran her hands down Abigail's body, starting at the girl's bony shoulders. Rylla ended up with her hands under the silky shirt, her thumbs pressed against Abigail's two lower nipples. Rylla thought about John and his tale of having met the ancient scholar Hypatia. "Tell me: what am I thinking about?"

Abigail closed her eyes, giggled and said, "Give me a hint."

Rylla could sense that Abigail was still thinking about penises, including big horse penises. "Quiet your own thoughts, Abigail. Clear your mind." Rylla stopped rubbing the girl's stiff nipples and moved her thumbs down to Abigail's navel. She insisted, "Try to pick up my thoughts. I am trying to place one idea in your mind." There was silence. Rylla said, "What is in your mind?"

After a minute, Abigail said. "I'm thinking about a man and a woman. I believe that they live a long time ago. He called himself... Epiphanius, but that was not his real name. Her name... Hypatia."

Rylla sat back, convinced that she had telepathically communicated with Abigail. Rylla was eager to try something similar with the Abigail's father, but now Rylla sat back in her chair. "Go ahead, Abi, try it with me."

Abigail placed her hands on Rylla and asked, "Who are they? Epiphanius and Hypatia..."

Not interested in giving a history lesson, Rylla shrugged and said, "This game allows strange thoughts to bubble up in your mind. Epiphanius and Hypatia are probably ancient royalty... a king and queen who you once read about in a book." Abigail let her hands briefly drop into Rylla's crotch and then slid them up and under the sweater that Rylla was wearing. She placed her thumbs where Rylla's second set of nipples had once been. 

Rylla laughed and told Abigail, "I think you are cute, too."

"Hey, that's no fair!" Abigail flushed pink. "Of course I can't avoid noticing how pretty you are. I'm thinking of something else! The name of a lady professor in my novel.... can you guess it?"

Francesca Maurolico
"This is not a guessing game." The name was clear in Rylla's mind, but she did not want to show Abigail that she was actually able to see into her mind. Rylla said, "Manzolini. Ann Manzolini."

Abigail frowned and asked, "Who is she?"

"She lived in Bologna, long ago. Obviously I'm wrong."

"No, no! You are wonderfully close!" Abigail said, "Just... my professor is not from quite that far north."

Rylla laughed and said, "Filippo Bruno."

Abigail pulled her hands out of Rylla's sweater and clapped. "Oh, that would have been a good choice, but no. He is far too famous to insert into my novel. And in any case, I wanted a female character. For my story, I have Professor Francesca Maurolico, the daughter of Francesco Maurolico."

Rylla asked, "Who was Francesco Maurolico?"

Abigail excitedly explained the core idea of her novel: "For my story, I pretend that he taught his daughter about mathematics and then she studied at a university. Francesca discovered the mathematical equations that describe movement through the temporal dimension. Later, that theoretical breakthrough made possible a new science of temporal mechanics."

Listening to Abigail talk about time travel, Rylla suspected that this might be Manny, disguised as the big-eyed Abigail. Rylla asked, "How did you ever come up with such a wild idea?" She saw on one of the sheets of paper: Time Portal.

Abigail shook her head and thought back, into the past. "My mother read Der Schweizerische Robinson to me last year." Abigail placed the pages of her story back into the drawer. "That's when I decided to write my own adventure story. However, I've also read Memoirs of the Twentieth Century."

Abigail and Rylla talked late into the night about some of the details in Abigail's novel, which included time travel missions back to ancient times and visits with both Pythagoras of Samos and Archimedes of Syracuse. Abigail explained, "I'm playing a game... imagining that Sicily played a role in the Greek world much like the role I imagine Australia will one day play in the British Empire."

Rylla and Abigail were having a great time discussing her time travel story, but finally Abigail yawned and said, "I need to be up early to teach." Abigail finished drinking the last of the wine and on unsteady legs she led Rylla to the bedroom. The two young women got undressed and got into bed and snuggled under the covers, talking for another hour. Finally Abigail fell asleep. Rylla was left trying to use her telepathic abilities to push ever deeper into Abigail's wildly imaginative mind in search of more information about her father.

Next: Part 9 of Old Time Gaming.

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