"Me?" she said.

Bzzt!

“For failing this, you will have to wear some special underwear.”

One of the stagehands produced a rectangular, black box that Laura then opened. Alice squinted to get a better look at what was inside. The crowd clapped before she was able to see what it was--a vibrant purple panty. Only, there was more to it than that.

“This is no ordinary underwear,” Laura continued, showing it to Alice and the crowd. “Inside of this, there are two small plugs. I’m sure you can figure out where those go!”

The crowd erupted in loud applause. She continued once the audience settled down enough to speak.

“Alice, you will put these on instead of your current underwear. If you need lube, ask one of the helpers.”

Heat erupted on her face once she held the infernal underwear in her hands. The ‘small’ plugs Laura had mentioned didn’t look so small up close. They were bright purple, just like the fabric that contained them. The central one was definitely larger than the second one that she assumed was for her ass.

Alice took a deep breath and exhaled. She’d do this quickly, she decided. She got the lube from the man who’d given Laura the box and spread a liberal amount over each of the protrusions. As quickly as she could, she dropped her underwear and slid both her legs through the new pair until the first plug--the large, vaginal one--was resting against her lips.

The thin tip slid in comfortably, but her hole was stretched slightly as it widened before tapering down again once fully inside her. It wasn’t unpleasant at all, but it was a somewhat unwelcome intrusion nonetheless. The anal plug was another matter entirely. Despite the excessive amount of lube she’d put on it, her asshole was tight. Alice did enjoy anal on occasion but it had been a long time since her last encounter and her nervousness didn’t help. Slowly she pushed against the plug and it slid upwards, opening her up more and more. She gasped when plug pulled itself the rest of the way in on its own, her ass clenching tightly at the base.

By the time she had finished, Laura was standing next to the wheel to decide the next round. She gave an embarrassed look around the audience before walking her half-naked, plugged self to her place next to the wheel.

“Alice,” Laura said, “how are you feeling?”

“Full,” she answered with a half-hearted smile. A few people in the crowd chuckled at her response.

“Alice,” Laura continued, “are you ready for round seven?”

“Yes!”

“Alright, give it a spin.”

She reached for the wheel and spun it. She could hear the buzz of the crowd and the clacking of the wheel as it slowed and came to a stop.

“For eighty-five thousand, you will have to hit the bullseye on a dartboard with a dart.”

Alice gulped. She knew this was a very difficult challenge. Still, she knew she’d have to give it her best shot. She walked over to the mark on the floor from where she would throw the darts. One of the stagehands handed her a dart.

“Alice,” Laura asked, “are you ready to begin?”

“I’ll give it my best,” she answered.

She took a deep breath and looked at the dartboard. It was round and set on a stand about five paces away from her. She tightened her thumb and forefingers around it and took aim at the center of the target. She drew her arm back and let the dart fly.