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 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 You haven't really come out in the open with what
happened." "What's to tell.  I got the job done didn't I 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" "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" 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"
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" The captain glowered down
at Alun, "Well, where's the rest then 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" 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" 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" "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 Sort of
reverse predictions." "Sounds a bit preposterous to me." He replied.  "What
did you have in mind" "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" "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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