Joanna in time - 1755    by Joanna

Joanna's second trip following the 1963 episode.

Two weeks after the Kennedy assassination episode, I received a call from Professor Beacon asking me if I could call in on his chambers that evening. Luckily I had just finished my finals for the year, and apart from feeling a little tired and stressed out; I was pretty much free. William had also been invited and turned up soon after I did with a flagon of dry sherry so we settled in for a relaxed evening.
The Prof. couldn't resist getting down to business early and asked, "Jo, I don't know that we have given you enough support yet. I suppose you would call it counseling these days. What do you feel about the stresses you went through on your last trip&#61503; You haven't really come out in the open with what happened."
"What's to tell. I got the job done didn't I&#61503; Yes, I suppose it was harder than that. That bastard buggered me something rotten and if I hadn't of had a great body like Jackie's I would have been in all sorts of trouble. Still I did get a great fucking from the one and only JFK didn't I&#61503;"
"It must mean more than that to you." William cut in, "The first time I went out I was in a mess for a week."
"Perhaps our Jo's not such a randy sod. It's not necessary to enjoy these trips all the time. They are supposed to be work of a kind you know." Prof came back, "In case either of you are interested, I had a rather strange interview yesterday which seems right up our alley. I didn't let on too much about our activities of course, but I did offer to look into how we might be able to help."
We both sat up at this information, as we were well aware that anything from Prof was going to be well thought out before anybody was committed.
"Why don't you give us the gen as you know it and we can see what comes up." I suggested.
"My visitor was none other than Lord Bensley-Keyes. You may have seen his name in the papers recently due to him having to sell his manor for death duties. In a nutshell he asked me to have a search through the bibliography concerning an ancestor who was dispossessed of his secondary landrights for making off with some valuables belonging to the crown. There's no question that the gold and jewels vanished, but Bensie, as my lord prefers to be addressed, claims that the individual was such an honest and upright person, and the evidence convicting him so poor, that even after this time, we might be able to get the case reversed. I think he might be correct, but the only way we could prove it is with a temporal investigation."
"It sounds a bit Ho-Hummy to me. Boring as hell actually. I'm knee deep in my thesis right now so I hope you won't be offended if I pass, will you&#61503;" said William.
"I not sure that this is right for Joanna," said Prof, "It could turn nasty. You see when the stuff disappeared it was in transit by sea from Bermuda to London, and there were all sorts of thugs and pirates around at the time. There is a chance that some of them could be involved."
"I don't mind giving it a go," I jumped in, "It's only another one of those twenty four hour sessions I suppose. What could possibly go wrong in one day&#61503;" 
I was about to find out.
The temporal transmission system worked as before and I fell asleep on the laboratory couch with soft music in the background.
Commodore Alun Keyes was in charge of a small frigate with a crew of ten and permission to take two passengers. He had his wife and her maidservant on board and was three days out of Kingstown when they rounded a small atoll and found themselves confronted by an ex-Spanish warship flying the pirate flag. I had been inducted into the persona of Lady Gwendolyn Keyes overnight and was still in the process of getting the feel of the character when the sounds of gunfire echoed down from the deck. I barely had time to don petticoats and a dress before two scruffy individuals burst into my cabin and dragged me up onto deck. It was early morning and most of our crew had been taken by surprise to be slaughtered in their bunks. The remainder, myself, Annie my girl, my husband Alun and one young seaman that I didn't know, were all that remained. The decks, still awash with blood from where our men had defended the vessel, were swarming with half dressed, filthy rapscallions who seemed intent on ignoring commands from their leader and making lewd advances to us females. The pirate captain took us to the foredeck and ordered his men to seek out the treasures he had been told we were carrying and bring it up on deck for inspection. I used this opportunity to check over the body I had taken over, and a sorry specimen it was. Scrawny and pale with a boyish figure and very little musculature. Possibly quite satisfactory to parade around sixteenth century drawing rooms but of no use to defend oneself in our current situation. The woman was almost traumatised by the violence of the attack and I was having difficulty keeping her from swooning as the attackers swarmed over the vessel. The two chests arrived from below decks, hauled up by four men each, as they were that heavy, and underwent close inspection from the renegade captain.
A second longboat rowed over from the pirate vessel with several negro slaves on board, and it was only then that I realised this ship was ostensibly a Blackbirder, supposedly shipping slaves from Africa to the Americas. One of the older men begged the captain to turn us over to them, but at this time we were thankfully spared by the Captains insistence that we would be ransomed. They decided to play with a young negro girl instead. They explained to her it was like "catch the greasy pig", only she was the pig, and after stripping her of her only garment, she was coated liberally with a lardy substance and then turned loose into a ring of pirates. I tried to turn away but the hoots and jeers of the mob and the cries and squeals from the hapless girl as she tried unsuccessfully to cover her private parts compelled me to watch.
She was pushed from one to another as each grabbed handfuls of her exposed flesh, concentrating on her breasts and buttocks where possible, until finally one stepped into the ring and grabbed her around the waist. On this signal four men grasped her wrists and ankles throwing her to the deck and spreading her limbs out wide to expose every curve and cranny of her lissome young coal black body. The leader of the mob stood astride her waist, unbuckled his pantaloons and displayed a thick hard prick. The terrified girl screamed out loud and writhed helplessly as he masturbated lasciviously in front of her before dropping to his knees between her wide spread thighs. He inspected her delicate pussy lips, lightly covered with soft downy hair before pressing his thumbs into her cunt and peeling it wide open to expose the pink inner portals of her sex.
"What do you know, she's a virgin cunt," he bellowed, "I haven't had one like this for years. You watch her yell when she feels a man sized cock up her twat." He spat once into her trembling girl flesh, lined up his rigid great prick then prodded at her vaginal opening. Taking a deep breath he tensed every muscle in his body and gave one almighty lunge, ramming the huge purple head of his member to its full depth into the poor girl's body. She gave an earsplitting shriek, thrashed her head from side to side twice, and passed out. Her rapist ignored the lack of response and continued to plow back and forth in deep fucking motions up her stretched and bleeding pussy until he exploded inside her filling her with his hot spunk. He then flopped down on top of her unresisting flesh and almost smothered her while he panted and recovered. 
When he finally rolled off, the second in the queue, an older Italian character, threw some water over to revive her, then shook his head. "She's no good now. I fancy a spot of ass. You two pull her knees up under her armpits and give me a chance will you." The men holding her ankles did just that, bending her feebly resisting body in half and raising her tight little buttocks over her head. The Italian stepped up to her and slapped each of the cheeks of her bum several times eliciting further yells from his victim, then bending closer he licked his long middle finger and slowly pushed it deep into the twitching rosette of her untouched anus. Again she begged for mercy, crying plaintively as he deliberately finger fucked her. "Now for the real thing." He proclaimed, and standing over her doubled body he proceeded to force his gnarled old penis into her rectum, little at a time to ensure that she felt every last wrinkle sliding into her. In what seemed no time at all his thrusting movements increased rapidly, he plunged even deeper, and finally buried his rampaging prick up to the balls and pumped his hapless victim's anus full of hot, creamy sperm.
The next Pirate moved over to take his turn and the leader of these ruffians, I think I heard them call him Bosun, that had led this attack, came up to our position and whispered to the captain, "The traitorous dog that told us about this treasure said there was five caskets, not a measly two. "Don'cha reckon we orta put this lot to the question and find out where the rest are&#61503;"
The captain glowered down at Alun, "Well, where's the rest then&#61503; You heard him."
"God's truth," Alun almost blubbered, "That's all there are, I swear on my mother's grave, we have just those two cases and some messages on this voyage."
"Don't seem worthwhile to me." He nodded to the Bosun, "Take him down there and ask him the hard way then."
Through Gwendolyn's tearstreaked eyes I watched her husband dragged down to the main deck, stripped naked, and securely tied down lengthways over a cannon. "We'll start with twenty kisses from the cat-o-ninetails I think, anytime you want us to stop just tell us were you put the rest." With that he stepped back and swung the fearsome weapon with all of his strength and lashed it across Alun's back. After two more stokes he switched his aim to the soft white swells of the prominent buttocks lifted up by the base of the cannon and laid stripe after stripe over the tender flesh. With yells ripping from his throat and blood swelling from his flogged ass, Alun had no defense to ease his anguish. 
While this was taking place I looked around, through Gwendolyn's eyes of course, and saw young Annie sidling up to the Captain and pressing her belly up against his thigh. I wondered what was going through her mind for a moment, then she made it all quite clear by taking his hand and rubbed it over her pert young breasts. She had obviously decided that with the protection of the authority figure she might escape the fate that seemed set for us. The brazen little bitch then lifted a dagger from her captor's belt and used it on her costume. She slit her skirt around well above the knee, cut her petticoats away completely, and ripped open her bodice to expose her cleavage to the waist.
The pirate Captain seemed almost hypnotised by this and as she slid her hand down inside his breeches and started rubbing his rising cock, he grasped her neck, tipped her head back, and started kissing her pouting rosebud mouth. I was fascinated by the brazen way she carried on like this in front of the entire crew, but she wasn't finished yet. Next she took his unused hand and pressed it up under her shortened skirt and tightly against her tender young pussy, maneuvering his thick middle digit deep inside her rapidly moistening cunt lips. Once she managed to get his now rampant prick out of the front of his clothing it took very little time to masturbate him up to the point were he was hovering on the edge of ejaculation. The sly witch then started panting and squealing in simulated orgasm herself as she pounded his member harder and harder until he could hold back no longer and spurted thick ropes of spunk down the front of her trembling thighs and over the deck. "I want you down in my cabin when we finish here, do ya hear. And none of this nonsense about being too young. I've got ideas for you, so jump to it and stay away from these scoundrels, right&#61503;"
 After Alun had taken his allotted twenty lashes, one of the other men came over and said to the Bosun, "That is one sexy little arse you are ruining there. Why don't you take a break and let me have him for ten minutes. I'll bet I can get him to talk. He'll be blabbing like a baby when I've finished rooting that tight little bumhole."
"O.K. he's all yours, I'm going to have a crack at that boney little wife of his. If he watches her getting a share of the lads I think he might be persuaded."
Much to my horror, the Captain shoved me down the stairs, calling out, "Go on, give her one for me." I was caught at the bottom of the companionway, pulled out beneath a boom, had my hands tied together in front of me, and was hoisted off my feet before I had any chance to resist. I was immediately surrounded by a horde of rapacious hooligans whose obvious intentions were to do me as much harm as they could get away with. My meagre clothing was ripped from my resisting body and numerous grasping hands and fingers were squeezing and probing my defenseless flesh. I made the best attempt that I could manage to lash out with my foot at one of my attackers, but soon realised that I didn't have the skills or strength to do any damage. My only defense at this time was to withdraw my control from my host, let her suffer whatever was necessary, and try to plan a defense. As I expected, she went into shock immediately and just hung from her bonds making little groans and whimpers as she suffered the indignities heaped upon her body.
At this time I noticed that the Captain and the Bosun had ordered the two male negro slaves to help them load the trunks of bullion into the boat, and the four of them set out for the beach. My attention was repeatedly distracted by the disgusting attentions from the crewmen, but I did manage to see that they unloaded their cargo opposite a huge rock that was in a prominent position in the centre of the beach, and dragged it high above the water line. My host was by now suffering further attention so I pulled back allowing her to take control of her body while I watched developments. 
Her body was twisted around until she was facing the position where her husband was tied over the cannon, then her ankles were dragged wide apart and tied to parts of the deck fittings to make sure that he could see everything that was done to her. She of course was forced to watch his pain and degradation as the latest attacker came up behind him and started fingering his defenseless anal opening. First one, and then two fingers were pushed deep through the sphincter and then worked back and forwards to loosen him up, to be followed almost immediately by a very thick penis shoved unceremoniously up his ass. His groans were redoubled when he watched as his wife had a series of steel needles forced through her breasts and into the tips of her nipples. Her shrieks increased as they prised open the lips of her pussy and stuck smaller spikes through them too. These were removed immediately as they would have interfered with the activity that was about to follow, which was of course a prolonged and multiple rape by any of the attackers who wanted her. Some elected to approach her from behind, and despite the fact that there was no let up in the vicious plundering of her tender vulva, she also had to undergo the agonies of anal penetration and a violent sodomising simultaneously. Her agonies were so prolonged that the man who had been her faithful husband had no further takers for his plundered rectum and they had found a new disgrace for him. A rope around his forehead was tied to another one around his waist and pulled tight. This made him raise his head up until he was staring straight out at his wife. A large ring gag was then forced into his mouth and secured behind his head with a strap compelling him to accept anything into his gaping mouth that they cared to introduce.
 The obvious first choice was any of the men's cocks that could still raise an erection and there were several of them ready to go. The first wasn't particularly long but extremely fat and could only just force its way through the tube. Alun struggled every way he could to escape from this new assault but it was quite hopeless and he had to accept everything forced on him. The swollen cock head pushed over his tongue and lodged in the back of his throat causing him to cough and almost choke as it slid in and out. It very quickly throbbed to a massive ejaculation swabbing his mouth with spurt after spurt of sperm, which he had no choice but to swallow. Another took his place and this one was a much more difficult proposition. It was at least ten inches long and had a circumcised head as large as an egg. The owner slid it smoothly into Alun's mouth until it struck his tonsils then deliberately rammed the tip right down his victims gullet until the balls and the scrotal sac pressed tightly against the gag. With his airway closed off the tortured seaman could only gag and choke until the throbbing intruder was eased back for a brief respite, then a second plunge was held in his throat until he passed out. A few minutes later as Alun come round, he was just fully conscious in time to take another load of stinking spunk over his tongue. The next time it was the first pirate back again, but this time his prick was not fully rigid, it was being held like a hose just in front of the ring gag, and as Alun watched in horror, the tormentor chuckled out loud and crowed, "Start drinking this you useless English bastard, you miss any and I'll come back for another go." He then proceeded to urinate copiously through the gagged mouth and into Aluns stomach. Despite the threats he couldn't keep up and quite a lot of the noxious piss dribbled down his chin and splashed onto the deck.
His poor wife during this time had been sexually assaulted so severely that she had lost consciousness some time ago and was hanging from her bound wrists quite helpless. This situation puzzled me since I was theoretically in control of this body, I was fully aware of what was going on despite my host being quite incapacitated. The pain and terror that my host body was undergoing was transferred to me but in what seemed to be a diluted form and not severe enough to cause me any major problem. I was trying to come up with a way out of this troublesome situation, looking for some advantage that I could utilize, and the only things I thought of was surprise. Also if I could get to the water, the ability to swim like a modern athlete and hyperventilate for extended dives, would be something I assumed might by unknown to them.
There was a brief pause then as the Captain and Bosun had returned without the two negros who had left with them, but I assumed that that they had been dropped off onto the pirates' own vessel. I was to find out later that this was not the case, but it had no effect on what was happening on board our ship.
With us two out of action, since Alun had also become unconscious, attention had been deflected to the little negro girl who had now been introduced to the remaining member of our crew. This young lad had been induced to co-operate after witnessing the atrocities committed on the rest of us, and now was standing in front of the kneeling black wench and having his cock sucked. It seemed that the pirates were not game to have her give them head until they were sure that she had been tamed down and would not be likely to bite the ends off their pricks. When they saw that she was applying herself to the task with enthusiasm, probably just to get the chore over, they all queued up for a turn. The poor boy was so embarrassed at being the centre of attention that he had great difficulty maintaining his erection, and the girl had to resort to grasping his semi-flaccid member between her fingers and giving him a rapid wank to assist her oral action. While she was striving to complete her blow job one of the most vile minded of the pirates had another act he wanted to try out, so he reached down behind her and forced her thighs wide apart exposing her genital area. Selecting a long leather bullwhip from the collection of torment tools on the deck, he stepped back several paces and lashed out, sending the vicious tip of the lash up between the helpless girl's legs and slashing over her pussy lips. As the explosion of pain enveloped her body, she heaved upwards and jerked back her head, but not fast enough to avoid snapping her sharp teeth down onto the tip of the young seaman's cock. Their combined yells attracted everybody's attention and caused much cheering and course comment.
 The older Italian rogue came over to me (Gwendolyn) and muttered into my ear, "I fancy getting my willy into a woman's mouth like that. Would you give me your word to do it properly if I cut you down now&#61503;"
I didn't trust myself to speak, but I nodded my head and licked my lips suggestively and he proceeded to cut my legs free first, then lowered me to the deck and freed my wrists. He stood in front of me, and despite the foulness of the deed and the horror of my situation, I proceeded to give him the best blowjob I could manage.
While I was distracted by this action the Bosun rounded up three of the Pirate crew and had them cut Alun loose. He was helpless and collapsed to the deck as they approached him with three huge iron rings that had been taken from the cannon mounts. Two were threaded onto his arms before his wrists were tied behind his back and the last one was attached to short length of light cord which had a slip knot on the other end. This noose was slid over his scrotum and ripped up tight trapping his balls. He slipped into unconsciousness as he was lifted to his feet, rushed across the deck with this third ring swinging between his legs, and with one man supporting each of his arms, he was hurled headlong over the side of the ship.
The almighty splash as he hit the water and sank straight to the bottom caused most of the crew to rush to the side to watch his struggles, and it suddenly occurred to me that I might have a chance to escape. 
I abandoned my tormentor, leapt to my feet, and raced across the deck with every ounce of energy I could muster. The Captain heard me coming and turned to face me just as I reached the crowd on the rail, so I jumped forward and launched myself at his chest. I hit him squarely in the diaphragm with both feet and we both rolled over the side and plunged into the sea. I hurriedly swam under the keel of this ship and rose to the surface on the landward side where I gasped for air and collected my bearings. I heard the shouts as the crew tried to rescue the Captain, but they seemed too preoccupied to search for me so I struck out for the sandy beach just two hundred yards away. 
At home I would swim ten times this distance twice a week for exercise, but long before I reached safety my legs seemed to give up and I felt myself slipping beneath the waves. It was a combination of the atrocities that had been committed on my body plus the poor condition that my host had allowed herself to become accustomed to that did it. Just as I felt it was hopeless, my feet touched the sandy bottom and I managed one more kick to the surface. Here I found that with two more strokes I was just into the breakers, so I caught the next wave and managed to surf the last thirty yards to the beach.
Once on dry land I staggered up to the bushes lining the shore and hid deep in the greenery as the pirates scanned the beach line, luckily missing my footprints. Now being out of sight from the sea I took a rest until I felt capable of going on, then turning West I made my way across to that huge rock formation that I had been using for a location point. I then staggered up the hill until I came across a clearing where the Captain had brought the two chests, and was greeted by the sight of two dead negros and a pile of freshly turned earth. I thought for a moment that they had buried another of their crew, but soon realised that they had hidden the treasure here and slaughtered the slaves to keep it secure. I wormed my way deeper into the bushes and collapsed with exhaustion.
My awakening back in the laboratory was now quite familiar; so I struggled to a sitting position, reached for the ever present cup of coffee, and prepared myself for the usual de-briefing. Exactly on cue Prof came out with, "How was it then. Not too boring I trust."
"No...oo, not exactly. Your Commodore Keyes is in the clear for sure but the only way we can prove it is to head on out to the Caribbean. Do you think the funds will run to it&#61503;"
"I'm sure we can swing it. We'll leave tomorrow if you're up to it. William can come too, I'm sure he could use a couple of days off."
Hence, inside forty-eight hours the three of us, plus Bensie of course, had flown out to Jamaica, hired a large motor cruiser, and were searching the islands for my elusive beach. He really was a delightful young lad for a Lord, although he didn't believe a word of my story, even the censored version. It only took two false starts before I spotted that huge rock that had been burned indelibly into my brain and that was where the problems started. The entire island from end to end and beach to cliff top was smothered in houses, condos, apartments and restaurants. I stood bemused for several minutes as my attention was drawn repeatedly to the spot where I remembered the caskets had been buried. The hot sun burned down out of a clear blue sky and the gentle slapping of the waves had me daydreaming for a moment, then I had my brain wave of the day.
"Prof," I asked, "What's your theory on today influencing history&#61503; Sort of reverse predictions."
"Sounds a bit preposterous to me." He replied. "What did you have in mind&#61503;"
"Bring the digging tools and I'll show you." I said, and we took the dinghy ashore before I lead the group across the paved promenade behind the beach and up the gentle steps beside my rock. Pausing beside the huge white painted bungalow I pointed to the swimming pool behind it and said, "That's where the original hole was dug. If nothing had interfered the treasure would have been found when the pool was excavated and we would have heard about it, but it wasn't. Now, firstly one question; can I take another temporal exploration when we get back&#61503;"
"I'm sure we can arrange that, assuming you haven't gone ga-ga by then." I was assured.
"O.K. pick a spot where you'd like to find the chests. Not too far away cos they're bloody heavy." I told them.
"Oh come on." William came back, "You've got to tell us where to look."
"No, it doesn't matter. Anywhere you pick will be right. How about here in front of this little cluster of rocks off to the right. This looks as if it hasn't been disturbed for a good few years." Reluctantly they set to work and of course unearthed the two trunks three feet down.
"I'm beginning to see what you were talking about," said Prof, "You set the location first, then you plan to travel back and use this spot to conceal the artifacts, very clever, although I shouldn't have thought that it would have worked. Anyway it did. You still haven't explained why one trunk has been opened and about half the contents removed."
"I don't know yet, I'll tell you when it's all over. I think it might be that I needed some help with the removals though. Next, if you look straight out to sea, about fifty yards beyond where our launch is moored, I think your scuba guys will find some iron rings buried under the sand with their metal detectors. They will be in the vicinity of a skeleton that I believe will give a DNA match to Bensie's ancestor. I think the only comment now required is QED."
I do love it when I get the chance to put one over the best brains in the best University.

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