Keep Your Eyes On The Prize!

He took a couple of steps away from his podium towards Melissa, the camera swivelling on its base to follow him.

"You seem to have lots of fans out there already, what do you think of that Melissa?" Kieren confidently rested his hand on her shoulder.

Despite feeling a little annoyed and confused from what had just happened, the attractive brunette's mind now started to race with excitement as she heard of the comments about her from the people watching the show being read out.

"Thanks everyone, I love your support and kindness so much!" Her natural Essex accent more noticeable than before, she again waved enthusiastically into the camera.

Kieren moved his hand down her back, "OK, keep those messages coming in."

As he spoke the final words, he walked back to behind his podium. "The next round is about the medieval England. The Kings, queens, knights, castles, of old. Deep in those castles there were dark dungeons."

Kieren moved his hands in a theatrical manner, "We bring a taste of that to the next part of the show, and I'm afraid a small forfeit for the loser of the last round Melissa, which I am sure her fans will enjoy."

The final few words from Kieren made her heart almost skip a beat at the idea of pleasing all these people right around the world.

Suddenly, Melissa's attention was taken by Alexi stepping up on the stage from the darkness. In his right hand he was carrying what looked like at first a thick wooden plank, about a metre long in length. As the light from the spot lights fell upon it, she could see it had three holes in it, two smaller ones at the ends, and a larger one in the centre.

As the muscular man drew closer, she could see the shaped wooden object was split along its length with a hinge on one end, and some sort of bracket or clip on the other end.

"Lady, put hands up." Melissa watched on as he opened up the device and moved in front her.

Holding the yoke, he moved part of it over her head, placing it behind Melissa's neck, before pressing it close to her skin. Alexi's strong, rough fingers first took one hand, and then the other, pushing her slim wrists into the semi-circular cut outs.

Stepping back, he swiftly rotating the front part of the wooden yoke to meet the rear, it clicking loudly as it locked shut.

Alexi turned and walked off the stage, leaving Melissa with her fore arms now trapped in a raised position parallel to her torso. The wooden yoke's weight pressed down on her neck and shoulders, it somewhat heavier than it's appearance when Alexi was carrying it.

"Wow, you look just the damsel in distress yes?" Kieren held his hands together, as the camera zoomed in on Melissa's face, now a picture of confusion and puzzlement.

"I'm sure Oskar will be your knight in shining armour as he works on your behalf and answers a question to release you."

Melissa looked over to Oskar, as he stared transfixed back at her, his eyes wide, and almost open mouthed at what he was witnessing.

Kieren picked up another card. "Let me ask the next question. Oskar, who was the magician on King Arthur's Round Table."

Melissa instantly knew the answer, and watched as Oskar's eyes looked up as he tried to think of a reply himself.

Mentally she willed Oskar to answer the question, as he put his index finger to his chin as he thought further.

"Merlin, it's Merlin." She whispered the words, but still at a volume where it was picked up by the microphone on her podium.

Kieren suddenly turned to face her, "Merlin you say Melissa? That is the right answer, but in this round Oskar was answering for you don't forget."

Melissa was flustered and tried to instinctively move her arms as she spoke, but was restrained by the yoke. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it out loud. It was a mistake!"

Kieren shook his head as he placed the question card on top of his rostrum. "I'm sorry, but that means you lose another five points Melissa, and Oskar gets five more."

Waving his hand towards himself, Kieren continued. "So, that's now minus ten for Melissa, and in the lead, Oskar with fifteen."

The German raised his right arm in celebration as Alexi stepped up onto the stage again, moving her blue podium away to the side and out of the spot lamp's glare.

"Alexi has another forfeit now for Melissa to match her first." Kieren watched on as his assistant came back and knelt down in front of her.

Melissa felt real concern as he appeared to be holding another stained wooden yoke, this time a shorter one, with only two medium sized holes in it spaced about five inches apart.

"What are you doing? Please no!" She protested as Alexi tightly grabbed at her left ankle, pulling her high-heeled foot closer to the other one.

Swiftly he moved the restraint around her lower legs, squeezing it shut with both his hands, it locking securely.

As Alexi got back to his feet, Melissa swayed unsteadily on her expensive shoes, unable to properly control her balance due to the shaped planks now preventing her arms and legs their natural movement.

Melissa looked down to the ground in front of her, a fearful expression on her face at the sight just visible below her breasts of the yoke now resting on the top of her ankles. "I don't think this is right? I feel like I am going to fall over."

Talking a couple of paces towards her, Kieren stood next to the visibly worried young woman. "Alexi will make sure you stay on your feet. Don't worry at all my dear. Shall we hear what the folks at home have messaged in?"

Going back to his podium, Kieren picked up the iPad, while Alexi stood next to the wobbling 22-year old.

"OK let's see. This English girl looks so sexy. That's from Demetri in Russia. Stuart from Cambridge, right here in England too. He says you must have lovely legs, and it's a shame that they are hidden under that boring dress. There are more messages, but maybe later?"

Kieren eyes Melissa up and down, before nodding at Alexi. "Let's see if Stuart from Cambridge is right?"

Melissa gasped loudly as Alexi leant down, his left hand grabbing tightly at the neoprene fabric of the costly Pinghe dress covering her upper right thigh.

Her eyes caught the light reflecting off the blade of a hunting knife that Alexi was holding in his right hand as he plunged it into the black material. Without hesitation, he pulled the knife roughly around her, the dress' fabric jaggedly separating as the serrated cutting edge of the knife tore through it.

"No! No! No!" Melissa screamed helplessly unable to resist in any other way. "My dress, you're ruining it!"

In just a few seconds Alexi had cut the garment completely around at the top of her thighs. Dropping the knife, the man gripped the now separated lower part of her dress and ripped it apart at its seams, before throwing the remains off to the side of the stage.

"You bastards! What have you done?" The camera focused on Melissa's long and shapely legs. Her stilettos and dark tights accentuated them, especially as her dress's roughly cut hemline now barely covered her buttocks.

Kieren laughed to himself. "I think Stuart was right. You do have a fine pair of legs there Melissa."

"You've destroyed my dress!" Melissa was shouting whilst still awkwardly trying to maintain her balance.

Her mind was filled with an equal mixture of anger and disbelief. "Get these things off me, I want to go!"

Melissa attempted to pull her arms down and out of the yoke, but this action merely caused her to yelp in pain and fall forward slightly. Alexi took hold of the wooden restraint around her neck and pulled her back upright into her heels.

"I'm sorry Melissa, the game is not over yet." Kieren picked up the tablet again.

"Let's read some of more of our viewer's messages?" He swiped and tapped again at the screen.

"More of your fans here Melissa. Jose from Mexico City says how stupid you are, and that you're only fit for sucking on old men's cocks. Ahmed from Egypt, he has messaged in to say that we should cut your tongue off and feed it to a dog, all to stop your horrible squeaky English voice."

Melissa's heart pounded rapidly, beads of sweat forming under her fringe and running onto her face as she heard what was being read out.

"They can't say things like that about me! It's wrong, so not right." Again she rocked around as she excitedly spoke.

Kieren's attention transferred to Oskar who had been watching Melissa's discomfort with glee. "Well, after that interruption, we are just a round away from the finale to the show."

"OK Oskar, with a now unbeatable lead of 25 points over Melissa, I need to ask you that big question. Have you kept your eyes on the prize tonight Oskar?" Kieren beamed as the German contestant stared intently at the immobile young female opposite him.

"Oh yes, I'm ready to go for the prize. 5000 Euro would be so amazing, I just hope the English girl cannot win it for herself now?" As Oskar spoke, Melissa's anxiousness increased to an even more desperate level.

"This is so not fair! What are you saying? What do I have to do to win this game?" The frustrated Melissa started to move rhythmically around in an impossible attempt to move herself away, but not tumble to the floor.

She continued shouting as the camera focused in on her rantings. "This show is fixed! Let me out of these things right... Nrrgh! Urrgh! Mrrugghh!"

Melissa's outburst was quickly reduced to just muffled and unintelligible nonsense, as Alexi had moved behind her and produced from his trouser pocket a bright red ball gag, his hands holding onto it's black leather straps.

Placing it over her head in a single move, he pulled it back by the straps causing the bright red rubber ball to fill Melissa's mouth and prevent her from speaking. Alexi then buckled the gag tightly, the leather straps pressing into her cheeks.

"Thank you Alexi, that is better. It is a shame you decided to speak out Melissa, as I was going ask you some questions for you to gain your freedom, and maybe have a chance at the 5000 Euro too." Shaking his head again, Kieren turned his back to her.

"Urrrghh! Murrgh" Melissa frantically tried to speak, but her tongue was trapped behind the large round red gag. The camera stayed fixed on her pretty face, now contorted in fear and shock.

The girl's eyes were wide open in terror, her lipstick smearing against the similarly coloured ball gag as she hopelessly tried to talk. Starting to now dribble significantly, Melissa's saliva ran onto her chin, with a few drops falling down into onto the wooden yoke restraining her hands, and also onto the front of her dress.

"So Oskar, I know you're a fan of the show. So in this round are you ready to pick Melissa's next forfeit, as she sadly declined the opportunity to do so herself?" Despite the wriggling restrained woman standing next to him, the show's host chatted calmly as the camera turned in his direction.

Oskar Torsten had been a regular on-line viewer of 'Keep Your Eyes On The Prize!' for last few years and had often thought of deciding upon a young woman's fate so he could win the money available.

Hidden deep within the darkest corners of the internet, Oskar was always aroused and excited by the show's usual premise of seeing various attractive young women either humiliating themselves in a series of increasingly regrading tasks, or for the more intelligent girls, a slow reluctant slide into debauchery and hopelessness.

The show was usually staged in more rural parts of the United States, Eastern Europe, or in some Central American countries, but this was the first time it had been filmed in Western Europe and Oskar was so excited to be chosen to appear on the show himself.

Adjusting his glasses, he considered his response again as he looked at the choice of the three numbered cards that Kieren was now holding in his hands.

Oskar's gaze moved across to Melissa, her eyes now reddening and looking close to tears. "OK, I shall choose card number three."

Kieren stepped over and rested his hand on Oskar Torsten's shoulder as he spoke. "You chose card number three. So, that option means its time to see lots more of Melissa. I'm sure our viewers at home will take pleasure from this too!"

Kieren King turned and held his right arm out towards Melissa as the camera swivelled back in the girl's direction. "Alexi, please help our female contestant out of her remaining clothes."

Taking a step behind her, Melissa felt Alexi's fingers search for the zipper of her dress. Locating it, he pulled it down hard. The lukewarm air within the industrial unit touched the soft skin of her back as the dress separates.

Tucking his fingers under the folds of the dress' material at the base of the zip, he pulled his hands away from each other with great force causing the neoprene fabric to rip asunder and reveal Melissa's black and grey panties and the curves of her pert bottom beneath.

"Mrrgh! Urrghh!" Melissa's pulse raced at a tremendous rate as the horror unfolded further. Looking on, she watched helplessly as Alexi moved to her side and once again removed his hunting knife from its holder on his belt.

Sliding it under the right arm hole of her dress, it pulled it repeatedly outwards, the material cut and tearing until it met the neckline. As he did so, Melissa could feel the blade catch under her bra's shoulder strap, slicing through that too.

Alexi repeated this on her left side. As his knife reached her neck, the destroyed dress now split apart, simply fell to the floor. The camera paned out to take in the sight of Melissa stood in her underwear and tights, completely restrained by the yokes and gag.

His strong hands gripped tightly and tugged down her bra, it's shoulder straps already severed. Melissa's fair sized breasts bounced free of the supportive garment, as he pulled it to her mid-drift, twisting it around to release the clasp and then throwing it down onto the stage.

Melissa again tried to shriek her defiance, but was frustrated once again by the gag stretching her red lips apart. Nrrrgh! Mrrrgh!"

She felt the cool blade of his knife slide against her skin as it's cutting edge went under the waistbands of both her panties and tights. As Alexi pulled the knife down and outwards, her knickers cut clean through, and tights laddered and torn apart.

Roughly and repeatedly, Alexi's fingers tugged at Melissa's tights ripping them to pieces. He moved away, allowing the camera to see the terrified Melissa shaking and whimpering, her body totally naked except for the remains of the tights around her ankles, and the high-heeled Michael Kors shoes on her feet.

Melissa's mind could not take in what was happening. Less than an hour or so before she was driving to the studio, so full of excitement for an amazing future, and now she was naked and restrained, contemplating a fearful and unknown outcome.

Her imagination flashed with thoughts of the potential countless eyes staring at her nude body through their computer screens around the world. The idea that these people could take such pleasure from her desperate state made her even more frantic.

Tears started to form in the corners of her eyes again, as Melissa unsteadily lifted one foot, and then the other, in an ill-fated attempted to move away.

Her beating heart skipped as Melissa felt a hand touch the small of her back, it moving down to cover one of the cheeks of her behind, gently squeezing at it.

"Well don't go anywhere young Melissa. I want you right here!" Kieren King was now standing close to her side, his other hand starting to caress her flat toned stomach.

As he spoke, Kieren's hand went upwards, lightly cupping her left breast, his thumb and forefinger playing around and over her nipple and areola.

"Such a pretty and obliging young woman you are Melissa. As everyone at home knows, we will have a winner either way tonight. If Oskar gets the next big question wrong, he will leave with nothing, but the star prize Melissa will make all your dreams of fame come true in your new career as an adult film star."

She groaned loudly as the TV presenter's hand moved down from her breast and slid between her slightly parted legs, lightly brushing over the neatly trimmed dark public hair surrounding her vagina.

The American continued on, "That's right. With the legally binding contract you agreed and signed earlier today Melissa, we are ready to transport you all the way to Poland, where you are set to star in a pair of forthcoming hard-core feature films 'Bound Sluts IV' and 'Handcuffed Cuties VII'. Wow! What a great prize on offer for either of our contestants tonight!"

Whimpering loudly at the disturbing content of the Kieren's conversation, Melissa thoughts were suddenly filled that of her parents, friends, and the fun life that she had enjoyed before this terrible moment. Everything she had known in her life was now at risk, her emotions overflowed as she thought of the disappointment and anger her mother and father would feel in her if they found out that their only daughter had somehow agreed to become a porn star.

Kieren left the panic stricken girl as he took his hands away from her and returned back to the central podium.

"So Oskar, I need to ask that question for you to win the 5000 Euro prize." Kieren paused for dramatic effect, staring straight into the camera lens.

"One lady that came to a sticky end in England's history was indeed Anne Boleyn." Kieren continued with a sense of increased drama in his voice.

"Who ordered the beheading of Anne Boleyn?"

"Nrrrggh! Murggh!" the silenced Melissa could only make more unintelligible noises in a desperate effort to give the answer to her opponent.

Oskar looked confidently across at her and seemed ready to speak.

"It's Henry VIII, I know it is!"

Again Kieren paused excessively before responding to Oskar's words. In the silence the microphone picked up Melissa's continued muffled cries.

Kieren held Oskar's stare for a moment more, as a large smile formed on his face. "Yes, that is the right answer. You win our star prize tonight Oskar!"

A sense of relief swept through the English brunette's mind that her future had been saved, but this was almost instantaneously replaced by the realisation that something was badly wrong as Kieren continued to speak.

"Of course, we never like to see a loser on the show. So I'm very sure that all her fans at home will be excited too at Melissa's special prize."

She stared wide-eyed in disbelief at him, "You're still coming with us to the beautiful Polish countryside to become an actress in a multiple movie deal! Melissa Webb, your wish to be seen by almost every man in the world has come true as we promote your dirty BDSM films across the globe!"

Kieren continued to speak enthusiastically, "Come, let's take a closer look at our latest adult film star!"

The two men approached her, with Kieren raising his right arm. He placed it on her naked skin of her shoulder under the wooden yoke. Her head down, Melissa tried to speak again, but this only resulted in her making further incomprehensible noises, and dribbling even more pathetically then before.

The cheerful music that had started the show, now played again, this time at a lower volume.

"Wow! What a show?" Kieren spoke on, as Oskar joined the pair, his hand immediately started to grope at Melissa's derrière, causing the young woman to whimper further through the gag as she was unable to defend herself from his advances in any way.

"Our German fan of the show Oskar Torsten gets his dream realised of appearing here tonight and taking away our star prize, a whole 5000 Euro!"

Kieren grabbed a fistful of her black locks, and pushed upwards to show her now increasing reddened face to the camera. "Thanks for coming on the show Melissa, and good luck in your exciting movie career!""