Power of Words - The Living Dead Ch. 02

Vanessa Wordsmith frequently thought about her recent mysterious sexual experiences. They were real and they weren't. She just couldn't be sure.

Six virile Roman studs had used her beyond all endurance as she lay open to them in an ancient orgy chamber, surrounded by people watching them. She gave these men every part of his lovely body for their unrestrained pleasure- and all at the same time too!

Vanessa ached from over-use all the following day, and she saw tiny bite marks on the underside of one breast. Her pubic hair had been reduced to a little fluff. Two orifices had been stretched to unusual size and were tender to the touch. There could be no doubt that she had been used long and hard that night.

But, how could this have happened? In fact, had it really happened at all? She had spent the whole evening by herself, drinking wine and reading an old book about Roman history. No-one else had visited the apartment and there were no signs of forced entry. But there definitely was cum. A lot of it.

Vanessa had no idea what had taken place, but all week long she felt an inner contentment. Real or imagined, her prolonged sex had been amazing and it more than made up for what she had gone without the past year. She sometimes smiled at the very thought of all those men, then remembered her strange dream.

"Know the Power of Words. Read the book! Do it again and again!" the shadowy figure had commanded.

Later that week, Vanessa decided that she must read the book some more. But not until the weekend in case she embarked on another wild adventure like before.

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Vanessa Wordsmith was an early-thirties divorcee, an attractive woman now living on her own. Until recently, her sex life was behind her. Her husband's infidelity had deadened her desire for some time while she dealt with the loss of her once-happy life. To compensate, she threw herself into her history lessons with renewed vigor, aiming to draw her senior students into a true understanding of the past.

She had found a lovely apartment in an older building along the river, a coveted location. Her unit was recently vacated by a mysterious old man, shipped off to a seniors' home. He had left behind a stack of dusty old history books in a closet. Vanessa's friend Marie found them while they cleaned the place and Vanessa saved them from the dumpster.

After cleaning and painting her new home, Vanessa had invited her hallway neighbours to an open house. She didn't relish living isolated from people so close by. Some older women and a range of different men turned up, making themselves quite comfortable.

Later, after her strange evening at a Roman orgy, the men on her floor seemed particularly friendly. They must have enjoyed meeting Vanessa at her open house. Or was there another reason?

The following week at school, Ms. Wordsmith's lessons about Roman history and society were a big hit with her students. They learned about the beginnings of Rome by two brothers, Romulus and Remus who had been raised by a she-wolf. They compared maps showing the extent of the expanding empire and saw the network of good roads used to control conquered lands. But Roman society seemed to interest the students most:

"Ms. Wordsmith, is it true that rich people had banquets where they ate too much, then made themselves vomit, just so they could start all over again?"

"Yes, the conquered empire sent money and goods of every kind to Rome in tribute. Merchants, generals, politicians, and the nobility lead lives of great excess."

"And is it true that at these banquets they had other kinds of excess too?" somebody asked.

The class laughed and stared at the teacher to hear how she would handle this obvious reference to sexual orgies. She hesitated a bit to gather her thoughts, being careful what she would say next.

"Yes, I've read history books which describe their elaborate parties in considerable detail. I know that excesses of every kind took place."

It seemed to Vanessa that she had enjoyed such 'excesses' herself the previous weekend. More students had questions, indicating that this topic had triggered a lot of interest. Quite understandable.

"OK, just one more question about this. Joanna."

"Miss, if we went back there in time, would we be shocked by what we might see at these parties? It sounds like they would be pretty wild, right?"

More laughter and renewed focus on the teacher to see what she would say. She surprised them with her frank answer.

"I don't know what your own parties are like, and I don't want you to tell me either." Vanessa paused while the class laughed at Joanna's expense, then continued.

"But I hope you would be shocked by what you might see at a Roman party. They would be wild, everything imaginable. Believe me. But that is all I'm going to say about it. For more information you'll have to go to the history books yourself."

From her recent real-unreal experience, she could have said so much more in answer to the question. Six studs on one willing woman. Cocks in every orifice, sometimes all three at once. Voyeurs and exhibitionists all around the chamber. Multiple orgasms for the lucky woman at the centre of it all. Yes, Vanessa could have said so much more- but it would very likely have cost her a career. She would have to keep these thoughts to herself.

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The extreme friendliness of Vanessa's Wordsmiths' neighbours at the apartment continued unabated. Constant greetings and health enquires seemed to come her way every time she went out. Sometimes it was a bit too much, this lack of privacy. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to have hosted that informal open house a week before.

When she arrived home from school on Thursday, Vanessa found a white envelope on the floor just inside her apartment. It was an invitation to a little party next door. The two burly tattooed men, their names were Mick and Jerry, wanted her to meet some of their friends on Friday, 'anytime after supper.' Apparently, they were returning her invitation to them the prior week. Such friendly neighbours!

There wasn't much information other than that in the note, so Vanessa decided to go to the party casually dressed- jeans and a sweater would do. As she examined herself in the hall mirror before leaving, she was pleased with what she saw: a tall, long- haired brunette with a great figure. The jeans hugged her hourglass hips, and the tight, high-necked sweater caressed her ample breasts. She liked a little bling, so included a silver chain and pendant which nestled between those lovely mounds.

She brought beer, and chuckled to herself as she remembered the old joke:

"How should a woman dress for a man's party?"

"Just show up naked! And bring beer!"

Vanessa had no plans to get naked at a party right next door. But, maybe she would do that when she read from the old book later in the weekend?

She knocked and was met by a blast of music as the door swung open. Stepping inside, Vanessa saw everyone's eyes turned her way. Mick lowered the volume and introduced her as "that great new neighbour I've been telling you all about." Then it seemed that everybody wanted to talk to her at once.

Vanessa quickly noticed that there were only a couple of women there, as well as most of the guys from the hallway, and another group she'd never seen before.

For a while Vanessa was the centre of attention, until she managed to move to one corner to chat with hosts Mick and Jerry. They stood very close to her and Mick looped his arm around her waist as he leaned closer to talk over the music. It was fine. She knew these two.

"Who are all these people? I know a few from the building, but not the others," Vanessa asked.

"Mostly friends from the club, and a couple of their old ladies."

"What kind of club? Do you guys play football or something?" A good guess because they were big men. Both of them laughed.

"No, it's motorcycles. We all ride together," Jerry corrected her, draping an arm around her shoulder to talk into her ear.

Vanessa looked around the room and noticed a lot of tattooed arms, even the women. And some guys were wearing the colours, big club emblems emblazoning vests and shirts. There were plenty of beards and long hair around the room. This was definitely not a collection of bank executives! Vanessa remarked to herself that it looked more like a horde of barbarians from Roman times.

People were very nice. Oh, the language was pretty rough sometimes, but everybody seemed to want to say hello to Vanessa, and they all pulled her close as they spoke- even the women. Sure, a few of the men and one striking blonde woman got a hand very close to her breasts or down at the top of her arse, but it was probably just accidental, right?

Vanessa had never met this type of people before, not in the orderly suburban world she had left behind after her divorce. Mick and Jerry's friends seemed wild and free in their outlook. Some even suggested that she should ride with them next time they went out cruising. At the time the idea appealed to Vanessa because she had never been on a motorcycle.

Later, something happened which took Vanessa completely by surprise. She was chatting with the tall blonde woman, who suggested they go into the little kitchen area where it wasn't as noisy. She backed Vanessa up to the counter and came closer to talk. Very close- pelvis to pelvis, in fact. Vanessa noticed a very slutty look in her eyes.

"Mick and Jerry told me a lot about you. They talked on and on."

"Really. I just met them last week at an open-house I held to meet my neighbours."

"Oh, I heard about that too." Then she hesitated before continuing. "I've been noticing you tonight, you know. So friendly and sexy with all the guys. They like you, but I'm wondering about something else."

"What's that?"

"Do you go with girls too? Because we could go down the hall to the bedroom right now. I'd like to fuck with you. How about it?"

"No thanks. I've never done that and I don't want to star..." Vanessa replied with surprise before the woman cut her off.

"Well, let me be your first, baby. You won't regret it. We'd be so hot together that you wouldn't waste time with these men anymore. C'mon. Let's go fuck now."

"Absolutely not!" And she was firm about that.

Right after that, Vanessa said her goodbyes to the hosts and went home. Coming back into her own apartment, she quickly locked the door and inserted the deadbolt. That blonde bitch had ruined the party for her, and now she felt a bit uneasy. Maybe she'd take that old book out now and do some reading to calm herself? Yes, that seemed like a good way to lose the bad feeling.

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The Power of Words soon carried Vanessa Wordsmith away to another time. But, her reading would bring no peace because she found herself caught in the turmoil of barbarians invading her city.

.... "For four days Rome was surrendered to pillage; Christian churches were spared, but all surviving treasures of the temples were taken to the Vandal galleys; the gold tables, seven-branched candlesticks, and other sacred vessels. Thousands of captives were enslaved; husbands were separated from wives, parents from children. All in all, this sack of Rome was no indiscriminate vandalism, but quite in accord with the ancient laws of war...."

[Will Durant, The Story of Civilization, Volume 4, NY: Simon and Schuster, 1949, in 'The Triumph of the Barbarians', p. 41.]

The powerful words at the beginning of the passage spun through Vanessa's agitated thoughts as they settled into her brain.

"For four days Rome was surrendered to pillage....

For four days... Rome was surrendered... to....

For four days..... Rome was surrender......

For four days..... Rome........... "

The whirling words on the page steadily took control of her mind, setting her into a numbing trance. Far from putting her at peace, a chill went through Vanessa as she read about the invasion of Rome. She could feel the fear of Roman citizens as the barbarian hordes entered the city, searching for treasure of all kinds. As she continued to read the words, she began to hear the chaos in the streets mixed with the shouts of alarm among her servant girls. She could feel the presence of the hordes close by.

And then they were breaking down the gate and pouring into the garden between the outer wall and the villa itself. Peeking through the window opening, Vanessa could see about a half dozen intruders, fearsome-looking unshaven men with wild hair and beards. Their clothing was leather, studded with metal to protect them in battle. They carried long daggers in one hand, a small shield in the other.

Soon they could be heard smashing down the door and bursting into Vanessa's home. By now she had hidden with her servants in the deepest recesses of the cool cellar, behind foods being stored. The barbarians knew where to look for them, and all were dragged up into the banquet room. A much different scene began to unfold from the last time Vanessa was in a Roman banquet hall.

"What booty have you found? Show me! Strip them!" the leader commanded.

Vanessa was stunned to hear a woman's voice and saw long blonde hair streaming down over her leather tunic. The leader was a woman! At her command, all four of them were stripped bare and stood cowering in their nakedness.

"Stand straight! Arms by your side. Let's see what we have here," she barked, bringing Vanessa and her three servant girls to attention.

They sought a measure of protection by backing against each other, in a little circle. The barbarians moved around them, reaching out to squeeze a full breast or scoop fingers between pink flesh, as if they were choosing ripe fruit at the market. The four women were entirely vulnerable and feared what they expected next.

"Who will take one for his own, his property?" the blonde called out. "Let him choose. That one is for me," and she pointed to Vanessa.

The three servant girls were immediately selected, apparently by the higher-ranked invaders. They were bound by the wrists and tied to pillars in the room. They were now the property of the chooser and would not be available to the other men. That left Vanessa alone and naked, again surrounded by the horde. What would be her fate?

"I will use this one. Then the rest of you can fuck her as you like. Roman bitch!" the blonde woman spat on the floor in derision. "We shall see if you still think yourself better after we finish with you. Leave me with her. You, guard us. The rest, go take what is now yours."

While the guard pushed Vanessa to the cot and pillows, the barbarian leader tore off most of her own clothing, then jumped onto her prisoner. Pinning her naked body down, the blonde forced her tongue into Vanessa's mouth, and roughly grasped at her breasts with one hand while the other held the prisoner's hands above her head. There was no escaping her brute strength.

"Guard, help me. Hold her arms above her head so I can have all of her. Quick, man!" the leader commanded.

Now the woman lowered her head to Vanessa's tits and vigorously worked at her nipples with her mouth. One hand grasped her breasts while the other came between her captive's legs, searching between the pink flesh. First one, then two fingers were roughly shoved deep into her vagina, then fucked her like a man's cock.

Vanessa cried out for rescue, but she knew none would come. The men had rushed out to stop the horde and never returned. They were probably dead.

Then the blonde lowered herself again, this time with her mouth joining her fingers at Vanessa's bare pussy. One strong arm across the stomach pushed her down while the guard held her wrists. The finger-fucking was joined by intense sucking at the most sensitive spot, and despite her fear and hatred for her assailant, Vanessa could feel a heat arising from within. She stopped struggling, resigned to her fate.

From across the room Vanessa could hear the cries of her servant girls as these brutes roughly claimed them with their cocks. They knew that they'd be carried off, never to return to Rome, if they survived their grim fate. Like them, Vanessa held on to the will to live- nothing else was more important right now.

The blonde continued to use Vanessa's body for sport, working it over with her hands and mouth. All the while, she called her captive degrading names, like 'slut', and 'bitch', and 'whore'. Then, apparently tired of her plaything for the time being, she called out orders to her men.

"The rest of you. Do with her as you wish. But no harm. Then bring her to the ship for my pleasure later. She is ready for your cocks now."

The invaders rushed toward Vanessa and roughly pulled her to her feet, dragging her to a pillar close to her crying servant girls, themselves already violated by their new owners. They were claimed property now, and Vanessa belonged to the blonde leader. They bound her hands together tightly with a leather strip and looped it loosely around the pillar. Then they pushed her down to the floor to use her body for their own satisfaction.

****

The following morning Vanessa Wordsmith lay in bed wondering what had happened to her the night before. Her body ached everywhere, and her wrists were red and raw. She was naked and her body reeked of sex as creamy fluids seeped from her orifices. There was a wretched stale taste in her mouth. This had all happened again after reading from the old book.

Vanessa couldn't understand what was going on the past two weekends. Both mornings showed the same indications of intense sexual activity, yet she had been locked securely in her apartment with no visitors of whom she was aware. Everything was closed up, yet someone, probably multiple people, had used every part of her. It was so strange.

She had been to a party next door the previous evening. Had something happened there that might account for her present condition? She was introduced to several of Mick and Jerry's motorcycle club friends and although some had been a bit 'touchy' with her, nothing had happened. Then she remembered how the blonde biker bitch had come on to her. But she knew she had quickly left the party after that.

At home, Vanessa had prepared for bed, then settled in to read from an old book left behind by old Mr. Talmann. She recalled feeling the fear that the passages she was reading instilled in her. Then it suddenly seemed to be real, as if she was there in the midst of barbarians invading her undefended Roman villa.

But how could this possibly be real? There was no denying that she had been roughly used for sex sometime during the night. There was plenty of physical evidence for that. But how and by whom? Vanessa recalled that the barbarian leader who assaulted her was a tall blonde, like the biker who had propositioned her at the party. Was that woman somehow connected to her condition this morning?

Vanessa took a long, hot shower to wash away the evidence of night before. She couldn't help but notice how much she had been stretched and filled with fluids. There were small bruises on her hips, probably left by fingers gripping hard from behind during rough sex. Her nipples felt very tender too. The hot water slowly began to ease the little aches and pains.

Her mind wandered back to the night before. In her apparent dream, the barbarians had tied her hands and secured her to a pillar naked before they had their way with her. One burly, tattooed man rudely pushed his big cock into her mouth and ordered her to suck, while the other pushed her legs apart to take her by force.

When she resisted, the big man swore and slapped her thigh so hard that the skin stung. It was still red in the morning. Soon, he was penetrating her, while the others urged him on.

Vanessa could see there was no point in resistance. These barbarous men and their blonde leader had no respect for Roman women, especially not one like her, a lady of wealth and taste. They meant only to degrade her, to make her less than them. Tied and at their mercy, her best defense seemed to be co-operation to avoid harm.