Somnium Can Adveho Verus (Concept, Snuff References) by Repentant Lurker

This was a story idea that never made it past the introductory piece. I may return to it at some point but it still works as a stand alone piece.

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It felt like someone had taken to his skull with a sledge hammer. It did most mornings. He opened his eyes and saw last night’s fuck lying beside him still comatose. Allowing his eyes to wander a little further his senses were assaulted by a horrifically vibrant fractal on the chameleonic walls. He screwed his eyes shut blocking out the brutal intrusion. Must have been on the Lucies last night. Where was he? Which city? He tried to think. His head throbbed harder. He rubbed his right index finger. No ring. Why did he always have to take it off when he was tripping? He reached out blindly towards the bedside table, hoping. After fumbling round a bit he found it. Thank god for diligent servants. He slipped the remote onto his finger tapping it awake with his thumb and activating audio functions. After taking a few deep breaths he spoke.

“Room Control. Wallpaper” He groaned pausing for a moment to think of something fairly inoffensive settling on “Unbleached ivory, low lighting”. The room gave a quiet low pitched chime to indicate its compliance. He risked opening his eyes again. Thankfully the shade that met them was now just about bearable. He summoned all his resilience and sat up. Waves of dizziness overcame him but he valiantly managed not to pass out. Tapping his thumb against his ring remote again he brought up a tool bar on the wall opposite. Cycling though the comm. links he brought up the house butler. Within a few moments the face of a beautiful brunette appeared on the wall. “Good morning Sir.” She said with a perfectly spoken but unaffected English accent. “How may I be off assistance” There was a hint of a smile in the corner of her mouth and a trace of knowing cynicism it her tone. He smiled in return, recognising his favourite employee. “One of your magical remedies please Renee” “Certainly Sir” she replied “And your companion?” He looked over at the sleeping figure beside him and gave her a prod. She moaned slightly but didn’t stir. “I wouldn’t bother” He said and sat back waiting for his analgesia. His head felt better already. At least he knew from the toolbar on the wall he was in London and he hadn’t been forced to look out the window. Thank fuck for that!

A few minute later, following a polite tap on the door, Renee appeared with a healthy fruit juice cocktail laced with a few pharmaceutical additives. Renee had of course catalogued the pharmacopoeia he had ingested the night before and come up with a perfect antidote. He downed the contents of the glass and returned it to its maker gratefully. “Would you pass me my gown please? I think I’ll adjourn to the lounge.” Summoning his energies he gingerly got out of bed and slipped into the proffered robe, enjoying the way the silk clung to his well toned frame “Thanks Renee” he said leaving the room. At the door he turned “When it wakes up can you get rid of that for me?” he requested, pointing at the somnambulant girl on the bed. Receiving a knowing nod in reply he walked through the door saying “Cheers gorgeous. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He flopped into one of the armchairs in the lounge and brought up the i-screen on the wall. Apparently it was a Monday. He checked his accounts to see how his assets had done over the weekend. Not bad he thought. He’d made three billion.

Xavier Randall Westbridge was a playboy extraordinaire. His father had been one of the original venture capitalists in cold fusion technology and then the good sense to get in on the early stages of the quantum boom. Unfortunately he and his wife had been the targets of a rather brutal Texan oil militia. The mid-air explosion of their private (ironically petroleum fuelled) Leer Jet making their five year old only child the worlds richest orphan. The young Westbridge had been raised by a combination of England’s finest educational establishments and a carefully selected series of nannies and tutors chosen by the estate’s solicitors. Hanging onto an early school nickname he liked to be known simply as Rann. On leaving Oxford and getting full access to his trust fund, Rann had bought himself properties all over the world and staffed them with beautiful women. He then set about adopting as hedonistic lifestyle as he thought humanly possible. He crashed from one city to the next in a pharmaceutically enhanced haze. He lived on an almost constant diet of adrenaline (provided by extreme sports and cars) drugs and sex. His institutionalised upbringing left him virtually incapable of forming any form of basic let alone meaningful emotional attachment with anyone.

Except for Renee. He had employed her as his domestic assistant when he went to university and had kept her close by ever since. No matter how debauched his life became she never seemed to judge him and was always there to pick him up when his mind or body could no longer take the abuse. She entered the room with a tray of coffee. “Can you face any food yet?” She asked. He shook his head. She poured him out a cup and left the jug on the table. “Just give me a buzz if you need anything” she said, turning to leave. He reached out and took her hand, arresting her briefly, their eyes met. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze and smiled tenderly. He looked up at her stroking her palm absently before releasing her to take his drink. She stroked his head lovingly before leaving the room.

Rann’s melancholy was due to deep rooted boredom. The endless round of high society parties, orgies and drug fuelled excesses had started to blend together into a constant predictable routine. He browsed the i-sceen languidly, looking for something to entertain him. He quickly lost interest in news and sport, channel flicked absently and then thought fuck it and logged into a snuff site. He perused the new pictures uploaded by his favourite artists lingering on those he found particularly arousing, saving them to his personal folder. A FocusAd appeared at the corner of the screen. He was about to close it, irritated it had got though his firewall when something about it grabbed him. It was unusually restrained, no mention of Snuff, XXX or BDSM. All it displayed was Morpheus Ltd. in a shimmering gold metallic effect script on a black background and below the company name a motto “Somnium Can Adveho Verus” Below that was a link simply saying “Call to arrange a consultation” Rann’s public school education kicked in and the translation piqued his interest. He pondered over a sip of coffee and then clicked on the call link.

A sensational looking red head appeared in front of him. “Welcome to Morpheus” she chimed “My name’s Debbie. How may I help you Mr Westbridge?” Slightly taken aback at being so quickly identified, Rann tried not to let it show. “Your advert interested me.” He stated “I’d like to know more.” “Of course” Debbie started “We are an exclusive organisation that provides a tailored service to certain elite clients. As our motto suggests we aim to make your dreams come true, to indulge your wildest fantasies.” “So you’re some sort of high class brothel?” “Not at all!” Debbie replied adamantly, briefly looking a trifle offended. “Our aims are life enhancement. We offer selected clientele the opportunity to invest in the company. As a dividend we provide unique experiences tailored to their needs.” She paused “If you‘d like to come for a full consultation we could give you a better understanding. Our services are so person centred that it’s difficult to provide a generic explanation of what we do.” Acting on impulse Rann thought what the hell “Go on then” he said “When can you fit me in?” “Are you free this afternoon? Say 2 o’clock? We have an office in Mayfair.” Close enough thought Rann and confirmed the appointment, the location of the office being instantly transmitted to his databank.

Rann stepped out of his sleek Aston and crossed the pavement. He regarded the frontage of the building. The street was one of enveloped residential housing. Three storey Georgian terraces, most split up into million pound apartments. Rann walked up the steps to the ubiquitous black front door. To the right or the door was a small onyx plaque inlaid with gold lettering, a duplicate of the FocusAd. Rann pressed the door bell next to it.

Within moments the door opened to reveal the Beautiful receptionist in all her Glory. Her auburn locks tumbled about her, framing her stunning features wondrously. Her skin was perfectly smooth and lightly tanned. Her eyes were deep brown pools. A generous smile played on her delightfully pouty lips. His eyes roved from her top to her toes. She was dressed in a chocolate brown sleeveless t-shirt that strained hard against her full high breasts. A generous band of flat tanned belly brought his eye down to her mid length tan suede skirt that clung to her shapely thighs. The skirt was matched by a pair of 4 inch heeled knee-length boots that hugged the curves of her calves. “Welcome to Morpheus Mr Westbridge. Please come in.” She said, extending a delicate hand. Rann took it saying “Thank you. Please call me Rann.” Debbie nodded and stood aside allowing him to enter. The entrance hall showed all the signs of deliberately restrained opulence. The floor and walls were clad in flawless white marble. Most of the floor was covered deep blue Axminster carpet inlaid at regular intervals with delicate golden rosettes. The carpet led through a double doorway framed by two life size art deco bronzes of playful nymphs. “Can I take your coat?” she asked, folding it neatly over the crook of her arm when he gave it to her. “Please follow me” Debbie requested and set off across the hallway towards the inner lobby. Rann’s eyes were drawn involuntarily to her curvaceous behind that rolled silkily as her hips swung with her walk.

Debbie turned to her right in the inner lobby and walked up to a black panel door. She rapped lightly and opened it “Rann Westbridge is here for his consultation” She said, emphasising the first name slightly. “Excellent!” the room’s occupant replied. “Please show him in.” Debbie stood aside and held the door open for Rann. He entered to be confronted by the sight a woman who was at least as sensational as Debbie if not more so. She was rising up from behind an antique mahogany desk. Her hair was dark brown with rich bronze highlights and fell to the middle of her back. She was wearing a tailored white silk blouse that clung to her sensuous curves; the open neck drew the eyes down into the deep mounds of her cleavage. It was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples teased through the silk. The blouse parted above her navel revealing a diamond piercing held in a delicate white gold clasp. Her dark grey woollen skirt was knee length but slashed up the thighs to reveal the top of her black hold-up stockings. A pair of impossibly unstable looking stilettos adorned her feet.

The girl smiled warmly as she crossed the room to meet him. “I’m Melissa” She introduced herself. “I’ll be giving you your initial consultation. Please…” she said motioning toward a leather sofa at the side of the room “take a seat.” Rann lowered himself into the comfortable seat. Melissa slid in beside him. “Care for something to drink?” She asked “If I must” ran replied jokingly. Melissa motioned at Debbie who left the room. Melissa turned towards Rann drawing her legs up onto the couch slightly, her posture making it clear the consultation was quite informal. “The purpose of this session” She explained “Is for us to identify your requirements and arrange a complimentary introductory experience from you. From there you can decide whether or not you want to invest it the company.” She paused smiling mischievously “Of course everyone we’ve ever approached has gone ahead.”

The door opened and Debbie returned with an ice bucket containing a bottle of Compte Lanford Sancerre 2031. She poured two glasses, placed the remainder of the bottle back in the bucket and took her leave. Melissa passed Rann one of the glasses. Picking up the other she savoured the rich fruity aroma before taking a sip. Settling her eyes on Rann she purposefully moved the liquid round her mouth with her tongue and swallowed delicately. She swivelled to face him better leaning up against the back of the sofa. “So…” she smiled wickedly running her fingers round the edge of her glass “Tell me your fantasies, what are your innermost desires?” Slightly disarmed Rann was unsure of himself. “It’s hard to say really, I mean I’ve achieved most of them. I’ve slept with girls from every part of the world. I’ve bedded loads of girls at once, shagged on planes and trains, been to all the best S&M clubs…” Melissa put a finger to his lips. “I wasn’t asking for a list of your exploits” She clarified “I want you to look into yourself. There must be things you’d like to experience you never felt able.” Her hand had moved down from his mouth and was tracing up his thigh gently. Rann’s cock was hardening rapidly. He was also feeling unusually nervous as if he was being lured in to a trap. “Well…” Melissa’s hand crept further up his thigh. “I suppose if I was looking for something that really turns me on I’d have to go down the S&M route. I’m not so into the bondage but I love it when a girl likes it really rough.”

“Let’s cut the crap shall we.” Melissa said suddenly. She placed her glass on the table taking Rann’s and putting that down too. She flipped her right leg round so she was kneeling on the Sofa straddling him. She ran a hand through his hair. “We both know what you were looking at when our Ad was sent to you.” She said firm but reassuring “Why don’t we talk about that.” She pushed herself forward, taking his hands and placing them below her hips, letting his fingers curl round onto her firm behind. “A man with your assets can obviously get any girl you want.” she said “You can probably get them to do some fairly deviant things. Doubtless you have.” She leaned forward so her lips were millimetres away from his and stared right into his eyes. “Just imagine you could do Anything and I mean Anything to me.” She whispered, cradling his brow. “What would you do?”

Rann felt her hot breath on his face. Her eyes were wide, inviting. He raised his hands up her sides, up to her bosom, cupping her luscious breasts. He allowed his mind to slip away from reality, imagined he was role playing on the net. “I’d want you to strip for me” He said his breathing shallow. “Then I’d push you down onto my crotch. Make you suck me.” He closed his eyes. His hands exploring her sensational curves “Then I’d raise your head up, bring it up to mine pulling you onto my lap so I can slip my cock inside you. Meanwhile” He slid his hands down to her arse. “I’d pick up a knife, a 3 inch switchblade. I’d get you to lick the blade while you fuck me slowly.” Rann’s breathing was becoming erratic. Melissa was cupping his head with one hand, her thumb stroking his cheek, her other hand exploring his chest. “Then I’d sink the knife into your tit, slowly, twist it, enjoy your pain. I’d stab you again and again as we fucked. In your tits, in your belly in your thighs.” Rann was picking up steam now. “I’d pull you off my cock and stab at your pussy, fuck you with the knife slice it up ragged then enter you again and keep on stabbing you and fucking you till you’re bleeding out all over, on your way out. I’d finally let myself cum when your pussy starts goes into spasm as you die…” At this point Melissa kissed him hard on the lips. With both her hands she raised his head up to look at her. She looked at him her face serious. “How would you like to do it for real?” She asked. “To me, or to another girl of your choice. That’s what we can do for you. We can truly make your darkest fantasies come true!”

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Rann drove back to his apartment, deftly flicking his DB17 in and out of the traffic as he sped up Knightsbridge, heedless of the congestion. He felt a strange sensation running through him, something he hadn’t felt for quite some time. Excitement!