Aussie girl,

I went ahead and changed the tense throughout. You were right it definately reads better with the "Lisa" story in past tense. I also modified the ending a bit as you suggested.

The Test

“Here is the dossier for the last girl we are scheduled to collect this season.” Steve says and tosses the thick manila folder on the mahogany and leather conference table. Seated around the table are the three Masters that run the Company. “I’ve been watching her for the last 2 years and she seems to be ready. I propose that we put her to the final test.”

While the Masters pass the manila folder between each other and peruse the contents, Steve looks around the well appointed room. Kneeling besides each master’s chair is a beautiful, naked woman, each with their eyes appropriately down cast. Steve looks at the little redhead with pride. He personally trained her three years ago. She was his last trainee before he began his surveillance of the girl he hoped would be his next “student”. It took him only 8 months to train her well enough that one of the masters himself purchased her at the annual auctions.

The masters stood. The one in the middle pushed the manila folder to the center of the table. “We concur. Make the arrangements. Report back to us with the results.” The three men filed out, the women trailing at their heels, eyes downcast and their hands resting behind their backs in an “at ease” position.

“Little Red Corvette…..” She sang as her feet slapped the shoulder of the deserted back road. Lisa hadn't let the cold, dreary rain deter her from doing her daily 5 mile run in order to stay in shape for the Cross Country team. It had been a miserable week with midterms and cold wet weather getting in the way of her running schedule. Lisa was thrilled to have the tests behind her and looked forward to being Captain of the cross country team in this her senior year. She was not paying any attention as a van slowed down behind her. Suddenly she was yanked into a vehicle; a sack was pulled over her head and the van sped away.

“Let me go!” Lisa screamed through the sack. “What do you want with me?”

“Shut up.” a voice growled in her ear as her limbs were pinned to her sides. “Be quiet and we won’t have to hurt you.” The car stopped suddenly and the man with the gravelly voice put his forearm across her windpipe. “Be quiet and walk quietly with me and I won’t have to strangle you.”

Lisa ceased to struggle. Living is the better part of valor she decided. The man dragged her into a building. The sack was removed from her head. Lisa looked around her and saw four captors, all wearing ski masks. “You may scream all you want. There is no one for miles around to hear you.” said one of the masked men as he approaches her.

She tried to run but was caught by a different man. They played with her as a cat plays with a mouse; toying with her as she struggled and screamed until she collapsed with exhaustion.

“Now that you have that out of your system, you can listen to what you have to do to get out of here.".one of the gravelly voices uttered to her left.

Another voice picked up the narrative. “You will strip; one piece of clothing at a time. As you remove your clothing you will carefully fold and neatly stack each piece on the table over there.” He gestured to a dusty old bar table. “Then, you will get on your knees and suck each of us off.”

Lisa, realized that the only way she would get out of there was to cooperate, so slowly began to unzip her wind breaker. Neatly folding it as commanded, she got down to her bra and panties and began to hesitate.
“Those too.” One of the voices ground out. “You are to be completely naked.”

Slowly Lisa sank to her knees; tears of shame and humiliation slide down her face. She stifled sobs deep in her chest; her ample breasts heaved and bounced. She took each of them deep into her mouth, gagging as they each shot their wad down her throat.
“Now go stand on the bar, facing away from us. Bend over and insert your finger into your slit. Smile pretty for the camera.” A flash goes off.

The men with their tools hanging out all approached her. Suddenly arms imprisoned her again and the sack was replaced on her head. She felt the draft and the cold rain on her bare skin as she was dragged nude out of the building into the van. Sobbing quietly the entire ride she had no idea what was to happen to her now.

“You will tell no one what happened here today. If you do, those pictures of you will suddenly appear all over the place and you will be revealed for the little slut you are. Understand.” She nodded. “Good. We are going to let you out soon. Count to 300 before you begin to remove the sack.”

The van stopped moving. She was shoved out of the vehicle naked as the day she was born. Her neatly folded pile of clothing landed on top of her.

“One, two, three...” she counted sobbing in the bushes as the van raced away from her.

Steve, up in a tree stand watched to see how long it would take her to remove the sack. This was the final test to see if she had the potential to become an obedient slave.

Steve regretted that he could not have participated in the little scene they had stage. She looked quite delectable sitting concealed in the bushes with the rain shimmering on her very attractive body. As Lisa approached the number 300, Steve began to look forward to the day he could indulge in all of her charms as he trained her to be a perfect slave. If he did his job right perhaps he to could be found worthy by the company and be granted the status of Master.