Claire Pound, 18, who wants to improve her mental arithmetics skills.

Claire Pound is a young, meek, soft-spoken blonde woman who is applying for universities. She's had one boyfriend, but except for letting him touch her breasts, she's never really done any under-the-clothes stuff with a boy.

She turned 18 last week, making her the youngest of all the people that The Motivator offered to join this new pilot project.

Claire plans to study Maths, and is **** to get accepted into her first choice university - Imperial College London. Unfortunately they just this year introduced a new aptitude test that she is not at all prepared for. The test requires the prospective students to answer simple maths questions at very high speeds. In this way, they hope to select students with the strongest core maths skills, rather than those who have just had the advantage of a more expensive education.

Claire barely hesitates when the offer appears on her phone. She's been obsessing about the Arithmetic Aptitude Assessment (AAA) for weeks, but has been struggling to motivate herself to do boring, basic sums all day to prepare.

But she knows that with the right motivation, she can train more than the other students, and then come out on top.

And so she informs The Motivator that she wants to improve her speed and accuracy at performing basic arithmetic, in time to successfully get selected by ICL when she takes the AAA test.

She signs the digital contract, and her fate is sealed.

The AAA is 6 weeks away.

Almost immediately after signing the contract, Claire's anxiety begins to rise.

"What the fuck have I done?! I'm not sexually experienced at all!"

The thought that some near-all-powerful and completely merciless entity has just received the all clear to sexually torment her as it sees fit fills Claire with dread.

And of course, there is only one thing for it, now that the contract is in place - she needs to practice her arithmetic.

A week passes, with Claire spending at least 2 hours a day practicing quick sums. It's dreadfully boring, but the fear of what The Motivator might do to her is still very real, and very fresh.

And then, on the seventh day, when the rest of her family are out, there's a knock at the door, and when she answers two robots barge in and grab her by the arms.

"Oh fuck! What are you going to do to me?!" Claire squeals, as they carefully but forcefully carry her back into the depths of her house.

Her clothes are stripped, and a large metal contraption is brought up to her pussy.

"Please don't! I'm a virgin!"

Oh god, I'm about to be penetrated for the first time, by a soulless metal machine...

She closes her eyes, but the feeling of insertion never comes. Instead, the device is simply attached around her midriff, and sealed over her genitalia, without ever actually touching it.

"Huh?!" Claire opens one eye hesitantly, and then both, as she sees the robots scurrying away, apparently satisfied of a job well done.

Examining the device around her waist, and clamped down on her crotch, her panic rises once more as her brain identifies the cylindrical device in front of her connected with electric wires to a numerical display as looking somewhat like an explosive device.

What the hell!? Am I in mortal danger?! What is going on?! She thinks for a moment, before seeing the large piece of paper next to her with the title 'DIFFUSE THE CUM BOMB'.

The timer begins to count down from 2 minutes.

Oh my god.

'Oh my god' is right, Claire realises over the next few seconds, as she scans the instructions.

The cylindrical metal container connected to her vagina by a wide tube contains a full 2 litres of fresh and fertile human semen from various strangers around the country.

The Motivator has tracked her ovulation cycle and identified this as her dangerous day. If any semen gets into her cervix today, she has around a 40% chance of falling pregnant.

There are four wires connected to the release mechanism of the 'CUM BOMB' - one white, one blue, one yellow, and one red. If she cuts the correct one, the countdown will stop. If she cuts two incorrect ones, the countdown will become unstoppable.

If the sum of the single digit numbers below is an odd number, she must cut the red wire. If it's even, she must cut the blue wire. But if it's a multiple of 3, she must instead cut the yellow wire. If none of the other three wire's rules are correct, then she must cut the white wire instead.

There are a lot of single digit numbers to add together in... 1 minute and 47 seconds.

Her brain reaches maximum panic, and she frantically begins adding the first numbers together.

"5... 9... 15... 22... 29..." She counts out loud. At first progress is fast, but as the running total gets bigger, her progress quickly slows.

"143... 152... No, 151... Oh god... FUCK! WAIT!" Amy slaps her head in frustration. "The number will always be odd or even, so it's never going to be the white wire. If I cut the yellow one, and it's wrong, I still get another chance... and then all I have to do is count whether the total is odd or even! FUCK!"

Amy snips the white wire with the provided wire cutters, and predictably, the countdown does not stop.

But then, from here. The task is simple. For each number, just say 'odd' or 'even', either saying the same as before if it's a 2, 4, 6 or 8, and switching to the other word if it's a 1, 3, 5, 7 or 9.

If only she'd done this from the start! She now has less than a minute left.

"Odd... Odd... Odd... Even... Odd..." She counts rapidly.

But in her panic, she realises too late that she's made another mistake - she started from the beginning, when she should have started from 151!

"Okay, wait, so it's odd here... Odd again... Even... Even... No, fuck, there's nowhere near enough time left! FUCK!"

Claire realises she has to guess. Her hand shaking, she moves the cutters between the blue and red wires, feeling like she's certain to be unlucky whichever way she guesses.

With two seconds left, purely at random, she cuts the red wire.

The countdown doesn't stop.

PSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH

The floodgates open, and a veritable torrent of semen surges down the tube and into the metal frame sealed around her privates.

"Oh my god, nooooo!"

The pressure soon becomes too great, and Claire finds both her pussy and asshole invaded by the disgusting baby batter with significant ****.

"Gross! No! Nooooo!"

Claire can do absolutely nothing as her lower orifices are pumped full to the brim of the virile donations of a thousand men.

And since one of the Motivator AGI's first and most controversial changes when it took over the world was to outlaw the termination of pregnancies, for her failure to solve the arithmetic challenge within 2 minutes, one of them may soon be the father of her child.

"Please please please don't get pregnant..." Claire finds herself begging her womb. "Please... I promise... I'll work so hard on my mental arithmetic... Just don't get pregnant..."

The Motivator observes her lament, and her pledge, with cold, calculated satisfaction. Regardless of the outcome of this one, her next trial has already been scheduled for 2 weeks' time. And the difficulty, and stakes, will be even higher.