Vanessa Wordsmith remembered how her recent dream had ended- a nightmare that seemed so very real. A horde of Vandal invaders had assaulted her, leaving plenty of physical evidence the next morning. Her mind kept returning to the incident.
....Now there was just one more barbarian to satisfy. Vanessa began to push her body firmly back against his strong thrusts to help move things along quicker. But he would take as much pleasure in this as he could. His movements were paced and persistent. His deep pushing was dragging his fat cock across her protruding clitoris with each stroke. Finally, he was there, pounding hard against her as he sent quick blasts of his seed deep into her unwilling body. He released his tight grip on her hips and pushed her forward, shouting:
"Take her, Sally. The Roman bitch is yours now!"....
The memory of fearsome forced sex during the fall of Rome stayed with Vanessa. She wouldn't read the old books for two weeks and made every effort to avoid contact with the men in her apartment building who featured so prominently in her sexual dream experiences.
After moving into her apartment, the attractive thirty-two year old divorcee had apparently done two things that put her at the crosshairs of her present dilemma. First, she decided to keep a box full of old history books her teacher friend Marie had discovered. Second, Vanessa invited her hallway neighbours to an open house to get acquainted. Now, the old books and the men living around her were converging in lurid sexual encounters.
The first time Vanessa read from the books, she was somehow transported back in time to a Roman banquet chamber. As a wealthy young woman there, she enjoyed incredible sex and multiple orgasms with six eager men. In her real life, Vanessa had done without sex during the year since she undertook divorce from her cheating husband.
The second time, Vanessa read about the fall of Rome, an invasion of barbarians who ran wild in the ancient city for four days. She saw her servant girls taken as property by the horde, and she was violated by four of the invaders. They were led by a big blonde female warrior who had her way with Vanessa too, before turning her over to her comrades for their sexual pleasure.
After each of these experiences, a mysterious hooded figure appeared in dreams commanding her to read more. The second time, Vanessa gathered her courage to ask why. The figure identified itself as the Spirit of Humanity and told her she must teach her students the reality of history to avoid the mistakes of the past.
However, the figure never did explain why the Power of Words was resulting in intense sexual dreams with her new neighbours and their friends. Dreams that were somehow real!
Vanessa was determined to track down Old Man Talmann, who had left the books behind. She needed to learn more about him and the mission he had set her on before she would risk any more sexual adventures stemming from stories in the books. And in the meantime, she would stay away from the men in her building.
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"He's probably up in the lounge area right now. James is supposed to sleep for the afternoon soon. So you better be quick if you want to visit. He's the one wearing black. Always does."
Vanessa arrived at the seniors' residence right after lunch on Saturday, hoping to talk with Talmann. She carried one of the books with her, marked at the passage which had put her into the fall of Rome, two weeks earlier. In her car were the rest of the books, ready to be given back to him. She had no intention of bearing any more forced violation from the men in her building.
She had tracked him down through the building superintendent. It had been a most unusual experience, because he too was extremely friendly and forward with her. Alone with him in his small apartment, she felt a bit threatened by the way he was deep into her personal space, grinning from ear-to-ear most of the time as he enquired about her health and satisfaction- with her apartment of course.
There was something about him that seemed very familiar, but what was it? Then Vanessa had remembered his face- the sixth man from her first dream experience three weeks earlier! He had patiently waited his turn before finishing off deep inside her over-used body, but had not been part of her violation in the second dream.
"Do you know where old Mr. Talmann moved after he left my apartment? I'd like to talk to him," Vanessa had stated, all business with the superintendent.
"Sure, I know. I arranged it for him. Why do you want to see him anyway?" the man queried.
"It's personal. I'd rather not say anything about it, if you don't mind," Vanessa replied politely, realizing that he had the information she wanted.
"It's personal for me too. James is my grandfather. I don't want him disturbed."
"Ohhh.... I have some things he left behind to return to him, that's all," she said evasively.
"It's the books, right? You don't want them anymore? Why not?" he fired in rapid succession.
"OK, yes, it's the books. I want to give them back. No, I don't want them."
"He won't take them back. Wants you to have them. He told me that, you know."
"I don't like what happens when I read them. So if he won't take them back, they're going into the dumpster."
"No! Don't do that. Talk to my grandfather first. He's at Pine Villa, across town. Try a Saturday, right after lunch. Don't toss out the books. They're important."
Vanessa was glad to be out of the superintendent's apartment, but was left wondering why he knew that his grandfather wanted her to read the books. That fact certainly matched her dream in which the dark figure explained her mission to teach the lessons of history to avoid the mistakes of the past.
Now she was walking into the lounge looking for an old man in black. He wasn't hard to spot, parked in a wheelchair apart from the few other people there. His shoulders were slumped forward, almost making his chest look like it had caved in.
There was a thick shock of white hair down over his collar and a pair of old grey work socks on his shoeless feet. His clothing was either black or dark grey, and very baggy, as if there wasn't much flesh inside. His face was wrinkled with age. The old man looked truly ancient.
His head tilted up as Vanessa approached him.
