More options, more problems.

Ten minutes later, the screen suddenly bursts to life once again. At the same time, Claire feels the draft of air from behind her.

The five second countdown has already begun, Claire knows, even as she quickly reads the options.

1 + 5 + 7 - 9 - 2 + 3: Fuck my pussy with a condom, make me wear it afterwards
8 + 9 + 1 + 2 - 7 - 4 + 5 - 1 - 4 - 4 - 3: Leave me alone
All other numbers: Do what you like

Two sums?! She can't do two sums in five seconds! What's that about wearing a condom?! Who knows! What's important is that she works out how to escape... Oh of course, she only needs to actually solve the 'leave me alone' one! 8... 18... 20... 13... Fuck fuck fuck there's no time!

The screen suddenly chances and shows a single number which is rapidly randomly changing between 1 and 5. Eventually it settles on 1: Do what you like.

No!

Claire knows that this means that the person behind her, whoever he is, has, from his perspective, just been told by her that he can do whatever he likes. She starts frantically kicking her legs, to try and communicate that this isn't truly what she wanted to communicate, but even as she does this, she knows it's futile.

And then...

WHACK.

A really hard smack on one of her buttcheeks. OW! That just makes her kick even harder!

WHACK.

Another smack, just as hard, on the other buttcheek. OWWWW! She understands what the man wants, and stops kicking.

She feels two hands on her thighs, guiding her to spread her legs. She allows them to be spread, but then snaps her legs back together as soon as the hands go away.

WHACK WHACK WHACK.

"OOOOOOW! OKAY" Claire screams out loud in her tiny soundproofed prison.

This time, when the man pulls her legs apart, she allows them to remain there.

Still, she struggles to keep them there when she feels a finger stroking her nether-regions.

"Oh god... No no no no no! I'm a virgin! This can't be the way I lose my virginity!"

But nobody can hear her speak. And moments later, Claire feels the tip of what can only be a penis rubbing against her labia, and the entrance to her most sacred of holes.

Instinctively, she snaps her legs shut again.

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK.

The spanks start coming, just as strong, and even more painful, and they don't stop until she's once again got her feet wide apart.

"Please, somebody out there, save me!" Claire calls out in one last **** attempt to prevent this from happening...

And then the man pushes his penis inside her vagina.

Shock and despair consume her as this stranger's tool slides further and further into her virgin honeypot. How dare he! How dare he defile her like this! He must know she didn't want this, right?! Or does he just think she's been playing hard to get?

The man starts doing gentle little thrusts back and forth. With each thrust, a little bit more of his unwelcome shaft manages to fit inside her. With each thrust, the sensation of being violated becomes stronger.

And then... To her surprise and shame, she feels something else as well. A spark of pleasure.

Oh no.

Oh yes. There's a reason that humans have survived this long as a species, and that's because sex feels pretty fucking great. And for the first time in her life, Claire is finding out exactly what that feels like, and why so many people seem so obsessed with it.

No no no. I don't want to feel good!

But she has ****. Despite the sadness, despite the violation. It's still sex. And it's still making her feel good.

"Fuck you! No! Don't make me feel like this!" Claire wails out loud into the void.

Nobody answers.

The sex lasts... Probably like three minutes? Not long. But still, by the time he bottoms out inside her, she's a hot, red-faced mess. And speaking of mess, the unmistakable feeling of warm, slimy semen being shot deep inside of her makes her shiver. Both because it's a weird, gross feeling... But also, because it's her dangerous day.

"You're going to get me pregnant! You bastard! You'd better take responsibility!" She shouts to the unhearing man.

And then, he pulls out, and is gone. Claire's bottom half is once again alone, but this time with a whole lot of spunk stuffed up inside her, with wriggling sperm desperately swimming around, trying to find her cervix.

And some of it will.

And while some swimmers make their way for her Fallopian tubes, a lot of the gross, thick, unwelcome baby batter heads back south with gravity, oozing out of her hole and down her thigh.

GROSS!!! Claire thinks.

But without the use of her hands, there's nothing she can do to wipe it away.