So is this it? Is this what he's been aiming for all this time? Has this been his plan? Well, it if is, it's worked spectacularly. And I've fallen for it. All this time, I thought I'd been fighting an even battle, thought I'd been holding my own. The increased indignities were compensated by the gradual elimination of suspects. I felt it was a genuine game, a battle of wills between us.

And I'm not going to be a hypocrite and say I haven't enjoyed it along the way. It's been exciting. It's been thrilling at times. I've discovered things about myself, in some ways I've come alive.

But for this?

For this?

It was a quiet day at work. str8guy made me do a quick flash at lunchtime, but nothing major. Funny the way I dismiss removing my knickers and sitting with my legs apart, showing my cunt over the internet to a man whose identity I don't know as "nothing major." Just goes to show, doesn't it? It's all relative, Albert.

Now str8guy being quiet isn't a good thing. It's a bad thing. A very bad thing. Quiet str8guy is plotting. And jesus, what a plot.

The doorbell rang at about seven-thirty. I was just about to cook a steak and some mushrooms and new potatoes. They're still in the fridge. I don't have an appetite any more.

There were three guys, all young. They wore nervous smiles. "Yes?"

"Hi. Molly?" I nodded. "We're friends of Trevor's."

My heart rose in my chest and I gagged in fear. "Oh yes?"

"Yes. He mentioned you might be up for a bit of fun."

"Did he?" I tried to stop myself from crying. Suddenly, I felt quite defeated. I had no answer to this man. Gripping the door, I swung it open. "You'd better come in then." They trooped through and I closed the door quietly, resting my cheek against the wood and counting to five to calm my nerves. I turned round and they were watching me curiously. I smiled, a grim smile devoid of emotion, and ushered them through.

"Names," I said.

"I'm Lionel, he's Henry, this is Francis."

"Posh names. At least you're not scruff."

Lionel laughed nervously. He was mid-twenties, already balding but quite handsome. Henry was a porker. He would have been the most handsome of the three if he could shed four stone. His face was blubbered and pasty, making his lips look effeminate, and his hair was too short, emphasising his lardiness. Francis was the eldest, probably in his thirties, and wiry, with a powerful physique and mischievous expression. Of the three, he would be the one I could have fancied, in normal circumstances.

"Okay, what has Trevor told you?"

"He ah, he said you'd been with a couple of his mates."

"Fucked them?"

"Yeah."

"And you want a shag, do you?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, let's get on with it. Get yourselves naked boys and make yourselves comfortable."

I was working on automatic. I had long since lost the faculty for reasoned thought. I could only think that str8guy had reduced me to this, and that I had no option but to accede. He had so much on me, he could destroy me and my career. He had pictures by the hundred, no doubt video captures as well by now, and the evidence of his friends. He had that card he'd made up and was threatening to distribute round town. And what could I do? Could I go to the police? And say what? I don't exactly look unwilling in any of the pictures, do I? If they rounded up the witnesses, what would they say? Simon? I told him everything was cool. Jonathan? I gave him a night to remember. Adam? Ditto. No evidence I was doing anything unwillingly. In fact, was it unwilling?

I tell you, I'm so confused I don't know what I think, any more. I've long since lost track of when pleasure stops and coercion begins, when participation becomes abuse. I just don't know anything any more.

The three of them stripped and went through to my bedroom. Fortunately, I'd already changed the sheets from last night's shenanigans. At this rate I was going to have to go out and buy more. I faced them, all three already half-erect, and began to strip. I wasn't wearing the most alluring of outfits - tee-shirt and joggers - but I tried to make it look good. I shook my hips as I stripped the joggers down, then bent over to give them a glimpse of cleavage - not that there's much of it - before I slipped the bra off. Turning round, I shook my arse at them and bent over again as I slid my panties over my hips and down to my knees, before letting them drop to the floor.

I turned round and was gratified to see that all three erections were complete. "Okay, how do we do this?"

They beckoned me to join them on the bed and I draped myself across it. Francis began to kiss me, his cock nestling against my hip, and I felt someone's hands - Henry's I think - on my tits, kneading them and twisting the nipples. Lionel was pawing at my thighs, scraping his hand up and down them. I'd never been in a situation like this before - not even a threesome - and I found it incredibly difficult to concentrate. At first my inclination was simply to lie back and let them work on me, but I guessed that wasn't part of the plan.

I reached out for a cock - any cock - and my hand fell on Henry's. I gripped my hand around it and began to squeeze, my other hand stroking up and down Francis's leg and stomach. Raising my knees and parting my legs, I laid myself open for Lionel and felt him launch himself onto my pussy. Francis was still kissing me and my hand found his cock, too. I settled my fingers around it, and now I had one in each hand. Ma, just look at me now... It was quite difficult to coordinate, I have to say: Francis's dick was much smaller than Henry's, but fatter, which made it difficult to wank them in unison. I did my best.

Francis pulled away and knelt on the bed beside me, his cock waving in front of my tits. He leaned over me, guiding it towards my face, and I braced myself to meet it. It slid into my mouth and I wrapped my lips around it, immediately smelling a slight staleness from his pubic hair. I raised my hand and gripped it to stop him pushing too far into me, but I was too late because, with a thrust of his hips, he forced himself deep down my throat, making me gag. I spluttered and he pulled back, but then he started to fuck my face, hard and fast.

I still had my hand around Henry, and Lionel had assumed the position beside me vacated by Francis. He still busied himself at my pussy, but he took my hand and gripped it round his cock. Now I was wanking one of them with my mouth and the other two with my hands. Multi-tasking, eh?

After a few minutes they all moved round, and I found Henry's long cock - he was a good seven inches, I guess - slipping into my mouth. Francis settled his face on my pussy and Lionel fell upon my tits, still insisting my hand rested round his cock. To be honest, it was all quite bewildering. There was so much happening, so fast, that I couldn't keep up with it. There wasn't really any question of enjoying it either, but I can't in all honesty say it was deeply unpleasant. Francis started to fuck me first, carefully guiding himself inside me and thrusting short and fast. It was Lionel's turn in my mouth and my hand resumed its attention on Henry. Before long, Lionel was grunting and moaning, and his cock was sliding deeper into my mouth. I knew he was coming and sucked as hard as I could to help him. Finally, he pulled out and brought himself off, his come splattering all over my neck and chin. I didn't have any time to react, because Francis was still fucking me and Henry had taken Lionel's place in my mouth once more. Lionel lay beside me and I gripped my hand round his sticky cock, slowly stroking it back to life.

Francis's rhythm was speeding up as he approached his climax, and he slipped out and crawled up the bed towards me. Henry vacated my mouth to allow me to bring Francis off, and immediately replaced him in my cunt. I fixed my mouth around Francis, tasting my own juices from him, and started to suck hard. Meanwhile, Henry was fucking me like he was knocking in a fence post. It was all I could do not to bite Francis, and I had to grip my hand around his shaft to stay in control. This extra friction was enough and he started to erupt, half his come flying into my mouth, and the other half joining Lionel's on my neck.

Francis and Lionel sat beside me, my hands gripping their cocks, as Henry continued his assault on my innards. I raised my legs in the air and he pounded deeper and deeper into me. I hadn't felt especially stimulated through the session, but as he fucked me I felt the first twinges of excitement flutter in my stomach and womb. I bucked my hips and rode into him, feeling his length shorten and speed increase. At the point of ejaculation he, too, pulled out and sprayed himself all over my belly. Messy, these boys... Been watching too many porn movies, I think.

I cleaned myself up and we lay and chatted for a while, as I stroked them back to attention. I gave them another session, although my forearms were aching, especially the left, which isn't used to such activity. All three of them came inside me, one after the other, and they seemed to take great delight in sitting at the bottom of the bed, watching their combined juices ooze out of me. Just like a porn star.

Once more I cleaned myself up, and when I returned they were all dressed. We made small talk for a few minutes, but it was obvious they wanted to leave as much as I wanted rid of them. As we headed back to the lounge, Henry handed me a package.

"What's this?"

"Hundred and fifty. Trevor said that would be right. Is it okay?"

My mind went blank. I couldn't think what he was talking about. I think I was in denial. I nodded and took the package, and led them to the front door.

"Thanks," Henry said. "Do it again some time."

"Yeah."

I closed the door and looked at the package. £150 for my evening's work. I'd become a whore. Numb, I threw the package onto the settee and switched on the television. Anything to stop me thinking.