In an earlier post, I previewed perhaps the scariest moments that I have experienced as an escort. I never talked about it, and even though it’s now quite a few years in the past, it’s still haunting me. As the new year starts, I feel that I just need to get it off my chest.

I had just enough experience working as an escort that my initial jitters were gone and I felt confident in my ability to control even more risky situations. In one of the updates to my escort page, I added ‘role play’ to the menu, thinking of the secretary or school girl variety.

Not long thereafter, I got a request from a new client who wanted to act out his own role play fantasy. It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but seemed to be close enough that I agreed to see him.

I’m writing this up from the perspective that I experienced. This not, I repeat, not a story about role play. This is about the dangers of letting situations get out of hand. This is about letting go of a traumatizing situation. It’s the first time I’m writing it down, or talking about it. My apologies in advance for the length.

It was also the last time that I agreed to go anywhere outside of big cities and up-scale, larger hotels. I’m still traumatized when I think back, but writing it up, going through what I was thinking, actually helps me.

I don’t do role play anymore, I had a major set-back when it comes to trusting people, and even though in the end I walked away basically unharmed, I still have nightmares. I realize, though, how lucky I was compared to the many who suffer from trauma, sexual and otherwise, earlier in their life.

Here we go – you’ve been warned. This post is not for everyone and I apologize in advance for the graphic nature.

Faces of Snuff
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There were not too many details. I was to be the sexy spy and he wanted to act out an interrogation scene. That sounded harmless enough. The picture I painted in my mind was along the lines of setting up an interrogation room, bright lights shining in my eyes, a commanding voice interrogating me. And then falling victim to my seductive sex appeal, probably ending in us having sex and living happily ever-after. Boy was I wrong.

I met him at a small rural Inn outside of Frankfurt. He had paid for a car to pick me up at the airport. I tracked our my location on my phone to make sure I didn’t end up in a different place — that’s a standard practice whenever I get driven to a location I’m not familiar with. Everything was fine and after about an hour drive, we arrived at the Inn.

The driver unpacked my suitcase, heavy as always with all my ‘sexy spy’ gear. I had pulled out all the stops, from a black latex pencil skirt, high heels, tight blouse, lingerie, and just in case a few items that he might need for the ‘interrogation’. Ropes, belts, nipple clamps, and other minor torture devices that I could easily handle.

The instructions were for me to ask at the front desk to see ‘General Scott’ once I had changed into my spy outfit. Of course, no spy would ever wear what I did — talk about standing out in a crowd! Unlike most overnight dates, I had my own room. It was small, but comfortable. Updated bath, although clearly retrofitted into an old farm house.

It was quiet. When I was done, I took some time to get into the right mind-set. I was a spy now. My cover? An escort who used her profession to extract secrets from politicians and other high-profile individuals to report back to my handler. Under no circumstances was I to reveal my secret if caught. Deny everything. That was my mantra. In fact, there was no secret to give away, it was all going to be role play after all.

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Going down to the front desk, my high heels echo through the reception area on the hard stone floor. “May I help you, Ms. Jones?” The receptionist can barely take his eyes off of me. He had already looked me over when I checked into my room, but now, with my somewhat scandalous spy outfit, he has a hard time keeping the excitement to himself.

“Yes, I need you to do me a favor, will you?” Not sure whether he is in on the role play or not, I figure a bit of sex appeal was not a bad idea. I lean over the counter, my breasts easily visible underneath the semi-transparent blouse. I whisper in his ear, “I know that General Scott is staying here, it is of vital importance that I see him this evening. I’m sure you can get that message to him; you look like a man who knows how to be discreet.”

I let the words linger before, my hand stroking over his cheek, before letting go.

“I’m sorry, Ms. ah, Jones. I don’t have a General Scott among our guests. The Inn is actually empty, except for you and one other guest, but his name is not Scott.” His head is bright red, maybe he is in on the role play, trying to keep my ‘interrogator’ a secret. But just in case, I made sure he would pass on the message to my client. “Well, when you see him, let him know that Ms. Jones has checked in.” I take a bright red lipstick out of my purse and use it to write MS. JONES in big letters on a piece of stationary; fold it, and seal it with a kiss.

Back in my room, I find a note slipped under the door. The game has begun. It’s addressed to Ms. Jones and reads “Dinner, for two, at 8:00 p.m. in the barn. Not a word to anyone. Come alone, don’t tell the Inn Keeper.” OK, I figure, I guess we won’t have a nice little chat before the role play begins. That is a bit unusual, but what the heck. I already feel like a little spy, having played the act with what I presumed was the Inn keeper.

Just before 8:00 p.m., showtime! I check my outfit one more time, I look amazing, sexy, bright red lipstick, almost like Jessica Rabbit. There is only one way to get to the barn, right through the lobby, out the front door, and through a narrow passage to the back of the building. It’s already dark, only a nightlight in the small lobby leads to the front door. It’s unlocked and I go outside.

For a simple role play date, this already seems to be pretty elaborate. I don’t like that nobody else is around and we’re not in a larger hotel. My inner voice is telling me that there is something wrong here. But then again, I know what I’m doing and so far, nothing has happened that goes against what we had agreed on. Except, I normally get my fee at the beginning, have a chance to check that it’s alright, and then the actual date starts.

There is a light on in the barn. The door is slightly ajar and I go inside. Just like I had expected, there is a bright light shining in my direction. just a few steps inside the barn is a desk and a chair. Workbench might be a better word to describe it. It looks like it had recently been used, but not for interrogations. There are some red drops on the edges; red, and still wet. Surely just some paint to make the role play seem more realistic.

I sit down on the chair. And wait.

“Ms. Jones, what a pleasure to finally meet you in person.” The voice comes from behind the light. I assume it’s my client, although I can’t see a thing. Normally, there should have been an envelope with the agreed payment somewhere. It’s beginning to look a bit awkward, but I don’t have a choice here.

“Yes, but before we get started, I’m sure you have not forgotten to bring an envelope for me. Just let me have a quick look and then we can get started.”

“Of course, Ms. Jones, you will get your payment as soon as I get the information I want.” Wait a second, this is not how it works. Either he is a real creep, or doesn’t think the rules are serious. If I don’t get payment up-front, this date is over and there isn’t going to be any role playing at all.

“And what information would that be? I believe my agency has been in touch with you about the fee for this evening.” I’m putting on my most sober, professional voice. This is no time for play, this is business.

“Ha, you think I’m a fool, I know what agency you’re working for and they don’t ask for money. Admit it, you’re a Russian spy working for the KGB!” His voice is louder and seems to be coming ever closer to me. I still can’t see anything beyond the bright light.

“OK, this date is over. Unless we settle the payment up-front, I’m walking out of here and will take a taxi back to the city.” I get up, step in front of the table and look straight toward the light without flinching.

“Too late.” I hear the barn door shut right behind me. Turning around, there is only the closed door. A steel chain and lock making it impossible to open it. This is not the time to panic. I’m staying cool, but the blood pressure is rising.

“There is only one way for you to leave this barn alive. Admit you are a KGB spy!” The voice is getting more violent; screaming, and coming even closer. Is this guy serious?

“Sit, or I will have to torture a confession out of you.”

This was getting ridiculous. The KGB has long ceased to exist, but this lunatic apparently thinks regular escort rules don’t apply to him. His voice has a somewhat fake American accent. He’s probably German. Maybe even the Inn keeper himself. Who else would do what he’s doing if there was any chance that we might be heard. Of course, that also meant screaming was not going to get me very far. This is quite a pickle I’m in.

“Listen, General, I’m sure we can work something out.” Rule number one, don’t escalate the situation. Get him to calm down, and run when I can. So for now, I’ll play along, but there is nothing sexy about it.

“Much better. Take off your blouse.” His voice is calmer. He thinks he’s getting what he wants and I’m playing along. He has no idea what’s coming. But first I need to get out of here. So I play along until I get find a way out.

“How do you like me now? Hmm? Why don’t you come here and I’ll show you how sexy this little spy can really be?” I put on my seductive voice, un-botton the blouse, just wearing a black bra underneath, like he had requested when he contacted my agency. “If you come closer, I’ll show you how friendly I can really be.”

“So you admit to being a spy! You are not going to fool me. Behind that alluring facade is a cold blooded killer. Now tell me; why are you here? Who is your next target?” Shit, that didn’t work! Now he’s moved from spy to killer. That was never in the script I received. This guy is seriously deranged. Maybe if I play innocent, coy, he’ll realize that fucking me is a better way to spend his time.

“I don’t know what’ya talking about, Sir. I’d never harm a fly.” I stand up to show him my polished latex pencil skirt. Turn around, for him to admire my arse. Basically, I’m offering myself as his sex toy to get him off his role play trip.

“They warned me you would try this. It’s not going to work on me.” I hear some noises. He’s moving the light around, away from me toward the side of the barn. I still can’t make out even his shadows behind the light.

“You see ladder? Go over there, slowly, and climb up. When you get to the top, be careful. The wood is rotten and one false step could spell the end of your ‘career’.” Boy, he really has this thought through. Shit, this is harder than I thought. This is not the time to try and get away. I still haven’t been able to find a way out and the barn door is firmly locked.

I walk over to the ladder, hold on to the sides and place my stiletto heel on the first step. It’s an old wooden ladder, probably a good 15 feet long before it reaches the next level. The light is now pointing straight up. He is still hiding in the shadow, just watching my every move.

“Sir, I mean, General, may I open my skirt a bit? You see, it is too tight around my knees to be climbing this tall, strong, piece of wood.” God, was I really trying to make this sound sexy? I’m borderline scared and my voice is trembling. Without a response from him, I pull up the zipper in back of my skirt. Just high enough to give him a good showing of my arse and my cunt.

Cautiously, with a great deal of trepidation, I make it up, step by step. I’m counting each one in case the light goes off and I need to quickly get back down. Now there is really only one thing on my mind. Distracting him, and escaping, or at least hiding. But while I’m climbing, he is gradually adjusting the light to shine just ahead of me. I look around and see nothing but a bright light. Not even the floor is visible and I’m just 12 steps up.

“Good, Ms. Jones, just a few more steps and you’ll have reached the floor. When you get there, step away from the edge toward the beam by the wall. Then wait.” Good, I’m thinking. He probably has to come up the ladder as well. I’m normally not a violent person, but this has gone way too far. If I have the chance, I’ll smash his face in with my heel. That should teach him a lesson. That’s my chance to get back down and find a way out of here.

“I’m up, leaning against the beam, General.” I have a sense of optimism in my voice, more confident that I can get myself out of here. This is otherwise quickly turning into the barn from hell.

I scream from the top of my lungs when the light suddenly goes off. I don’t mean to, but without any light, my plan for an escape is gone. Shit, now I’m really scared.

The sound of boots climbing up the ladder is not at all comforting. Yes, I’d love to turn around and kick him, but I don’t even know what to aim for. There were 25 steps on the ladder, he may be half-way up, but there is no way to be sure. With each second, I can hear him coming closer.

I freeze in place. I have no idea what is to the right or left of me. Maybe he was just bluffing, but what if there are no solid boards? I really don’t want to end here. This is so fucked up. I’m both crying and hyper-vigilant at the same time. Ever sound goes through my brain to figure out where he is, what to do next. If he touches me, I’ll punch and kick like hell.

“Oh my, what a nice little piece of meat we’ve got ourselves here.” Now there was light again, this time from my left, blinding me again. How in the world did he get by me? I didn’t hear him come up the last steps and now his voice comes from behind the light again! Shit, maybe he isn’t even just by himself. Fuck!

“You know what we do to KGB spies who don’t talk up here?” His voice sounds ominous. He doesn’t want me to talk about anything. He wants me to be scared shitless. And I am. “We first rape them and then hang their worthless bodies from the ceiling. Now take that noose and put it around your neck, you bitch!”

Fuck, this is sick! Hell freezes over before I do what he wants. A rope around my neck, whether this is part of his role play fantasy or not, is the last thing I will ever do. I’d rather take my chances and get into a fight with him right here.

“Time out, Scott. This is going too far. It’s OK if you don’t pay me, it’s OK, if you just needed to feel what it’s like to scare someone, but this has to end now.” I’m scared to death, but try and speak with a calm tone. “Listen, if you have a rape fantasy, we can do that, but there is no way I’m going to have a noose around my neck. If something goes wrong, trust me, you don’t want to be responsible for it.”

Silence. Maybe he’s thinking. “Scott, I know you don’t want to harm me. You’re a good person and just want to have some fun. We can still do that and forget about the other parts. You seem nice, I’ll forget about the money. alright?”

“Don’t chicken out now, Scott.” Fuck, who was that? The voice came from below and was definitely not the same as I had heard before. There is a second person in the barn!

“Shut the fuck up, Rick, I’m gonna do it.” I don’t know if this is good or bad. Now there are two people here and I’m beginning to understand what’s going on. That explains how the barn door could be locked behind me, how one person climbed up the ladder, without reaching the top, and then Scott talks to me from up here.

“Hey, guys, I really don’t know what’s going on here, but Scott doesn’t have to prove anything. You’ve made you’re point. I’m scared to death, you are in complete control of what’s going to happen, but I promise you, we can all still walk away from here with our heads held high.” Fuck, that probably wasn’t the smartest thing to say.

“Shut up you bitch. Nobody asked for your opinion. Scotty-baby here is into those fake snuff movies, all staged, and everyone is acting. I told him he’d never actually get his dick hard if the bitch that’s about to die doesn’t know it’s all fake. He could never do it for real. He’s just a sick baby jerking off to little cunts pretending to die horrible deaths.”

Boy, this is sick. I don’t care whether his fantasies are to prove a point, or for real, he is clearly not doing this to have an erotic experience. He’s just been bullied by this Rick dude and now needs to prove he could fuck me the way actors do it in his porn movies.

“Hey, Rick, I don’t give a fuck what you think, so shut the fuck up.” I yell back at him. “Now, Scott, you don’t have to prove anything to anyone. This has already been way too realistic and frightening for my taste, but if you want to go through with your fantasy, let’s do it in a safe way. ” There is no way I’m going to escape with the two of them being here, so the only way to get out unharmed is to give Scott a face-saving way out. I hope he takes the bait.

“No, you shit cunt, unless it’s my fantasy, and I have proof that I raped you, nobody will believe me and Rick is going to make fun of my snuff porn addiction for the rest of my life.” There is a sense of resignation in his voice. That can be good or bad. Maybe he will give up, or, he won’t care about the consequences and will go through proving that he can do it.

I hear someone walking toward me on the old wood floor. From behind the light, a kid, no more than early 20s with a bit of a baby-face, emerges. He doesn’t look intimidating at all. Small built, skinny, not very muscular, more cute than scary. “You’re Scott?”

“Yes, I am. I’m sorry I have to do this to you, but I won’t be able to live with myself if I don’t do this.” A knife flashes in his hand. He holds it a bit too casually, as if he feels more confident knowing that whatever happens, he has the upper hand.

“Scott, listen, I believe you, it’s OK to want to live out your fantasy. Do you have a phone with you?”

“Yes, why?”

“Rick is below us. He can’t see what’s going on. Take a picture of me as your sexy spy who is about to be raped and strangulated. And then put down the knife, come over here, and take me from behind. Fuck me, like you always wanted to. I’ll go along, I’ll play the part and Rick will never know.”

“You mean it’s OK to rape you and you pretend to be about to die?” Fuck, this guy goes through all this because he thinks rape fantasies can’t be acted out consensually? I’m getting slowly control of the situation. And I might just be able to get out of this unharmed.

“No, General, don’t let me die now? You’re scaring me. I don’t want this to be the end!” God, I hope he picks up on it. I scream loud enough for Rick to hear me. He doesn’t see what’s going on, but he can sure hear us from below.

“OK, I can to this.” He says quietly. Scott puts down the knife, takes a picture of me as his victim before the slaying, and pulls down his pants. He has a huge erection. I would never have guess this small kid is endowed with a porn star-sized cock. “You’re not going to get away, you fucking Soviet whore. I’m gonna string you up, and rape the shit out of you as you die a miserable death.” Wow, he really does not hold back.

I pretend to be pleading with him, while he steps behind me and tries to get his cock into my pussy. “No, no, don’t rape me, please, please, I’ll do anything.” I suck on my fingers, get some moisture on them, and smear some make-shift lube around my backdoor. His cock is hopelessly lost. I grab it. It’s throbbing, enormous, and despite my love for anal sex, I’m more than a bit shaky. This could still be the wrong move. His knife is just a few steps away on the floor, but I’m not out of the woods, yet.

“No, please, don’t rape me. Your hard cock is going to ruin my tight asshole, I’ve never had anyone enter me like that from behind.” I’m putting on the best show I can. “No, not the rope, please don’t strangle me!”

“Yeah you bitch, you had it coming. Take your last breath before I pull the rope tight and destroy you from behind. I bet your little fuck hole has never seen a cock like this.” Just don’t fuck it up now, don’t get carried away and think you can put a rope around my neck.

“No, not the noose! Agh..I can’t breath!” If I just pretend, he doesn’t actually have to do it. It seems to be working, and with my hand on his cock, I show him how to fuck me in my arse. He has obviously never done this and having his cock touched by my hand makes him even harder.

“You’re so big, NO, I don’t want to die like this!” Scott is now fully into me. He is holding on to my hips and thrusting his cock hard into my ass. That’s good. I’m totally dry, this is not erotic for me, but if it get him what he wants, or what it takes to get out of here, then it’s worth it.

He comes within a few second, pulls out, and smears the rest of his cum over my skirt. I let go of the beam, pretend to be gasping for air, and lay down on the ground.

“Oh Scott, that was amazing. You’re such a stud. I’ve never seen a cock so big and it felt amazing having you inside me.” I whisper only loud enough for him to feel a sense of satisfaction. “Now rip my bra off me, take my skirt with your cum on it, and just leave me here to ‘die’, while you show off to Rick what you’ve done to me. Go, go now. Killers don’t stick around.”

“Thank you. You were amazing. I never wanted to hurt you, but didn’t know how to tell you what my real fantasy was. I know it’s sick, but I’ve had it for years. I’ll go. Are you going to be OK, Alyssia?” All of a sudden, he is the sweet kid with the soft voice. I want to keep it that way.

“Yes, I’ll be fine. It’s dark outside and I’ll find my way back to my room. Just make sure that Rick is gone and buys the story. I have more clothes in my room and will leave as soon as I’ve recovered. And don’t you worry about anything. Your secret is safe with me.”

He gives me a sweet kiss, then throws the torn bra and the latex skirt down to Rick.

“The bitch had it coming, she’s dead. Let’s get out of here before the sun comes up. Nobody ever comes in here anymore. We can just leave her body up there to rot away. That’s what happens to KGB bitches that get caught.” Rick says a few words, but he’s too quiet. Maybe he thinks Scott didn’t just do a pretend rape and snuff scene, but actually killed me.

The barn door opens, the first daylight is already creeping over the horizon. Scott’s cum is dripping out of my ass, but I want to give it a few more minutes. Then I make it back down the ladder, back into the Inn, before anyone notices.

In my room, I’m shaking. This was a close call and I never want to go through it again. I pack quickly, put on some clothes, and call for a taxi. It’s here within minutes. There is still nobody at the front desk, but I just need to get away from this hell.