Claire can see a different monitor

Claire's upper half is inside a rather small and cramped space on the other side of that brick wall. Held strictly in place by that inflatable cushion, she has absolutely no way out of this situation until The Motivator releases her.

She reads the silent explanation of her predicament on the small screen that's embedded in the wall in front of her, inches from her face.

This really is her dangerous day.

Her previous experience with the Cum Bomb was just a practice for the real test today.

Every 10 minutes or so, a new man will enter into the room with her lower half in it, ordered to follow the instructions sent to the screen he'll be able to see next to her butt.

There is a vending machine full of condoms next to her butt.

If she doesn't press a button within the 5 second time limit, a button will be chosen at random and selected for her.

She will be released in six hours' time.

That's all the information she is given. Except for that, all that's in that little cramped cube with her is a set of five buttons, each labelled from 1 to 5, and a small air conditioning outlet to keep her at a comfortable temperature.

And then despite the perfect soundproofing of her situation preventing her from hearing anything, a gust of cooler air hits her naked and exposed bottom, informing her that someone has just opened the door to the outside and then entered and closed the door behind him.

A total stranger is now looking at her completely barenaked and defenceless vagina.

She can't help but start to panic, legs twitching and shaking.

This can't be happening!

And then, all of a sudden, the screen in front of her changes.

2 + 4 + 2 - 5 + 1 + 1 + 7 - 9: Leave me alone

All other numbers: Do what you like

Depite the blood rushing to Claire's head as she panics, she knows how important it is that she actually does the math and presses the correct button within the next 5 (probably now 3) seconds.

Fortunately, she has indeed been practicing, and performing 7 acts of straightforward mental arithmetic like this takes her only a couple of seconds.

She presses the button marked '3', and all the text except 'Leave me alone' disappears.

She breathes a sigh of relief, but it's still extremely tense - there's still literally nothing but air - and probably not much air - between this strange man's hands and penis... And her virgin pussy.

Especially because she can't hear anything, it feels like time is just standing still. But eventually, finally, she feels another blast of cold air on her butt as the man presumably takes his leave, following the request on the screen as instructed.

Now Claire can finally breathe an actual genuine sigh of relief, and spend the next 10 or so minutes calming herself down and preparing herself for the next quick math challenge.

The Motivator watches on, coldly satisfied as always.

If Claire thinks that things will remain this manageable, she is in for a rude shock.

This challenge has only just begun.