Catherine Willougby standing nude was a sight to behold. On the rare occasions when she was allowed to simply stand, arms hanging at her side. Shiny black hair hung straight to the small of her back. Which was beautifully muscled by the intense exercise routine she endured daily. Community Girls were required to keep their bodies incredibly fit and their aerobic capacity expanded to the max. So the Get Fit While Getting Hit program had been designed and implemented. It's amazing how hard a Girl will push her workout when she is feeling the cane on her ass cheeks and the flogger across her back. Any slacking off was met with a weighted single tail right between the pussy lips. This usually brought forth a renewed effort. Catherine's tits fit her tight chest perfectly. Perfectly round, perfectly perky, perfectly upthrust. Her waist was a tiny 22 inches, which made her 34Bs seem larger than they actually were. Her stomach was taut and flat, leading down to a prominent pubic mound and a pussy slit completely devoid of hair. Her lips were firm and tight. The keyhole above her clit beckoned for a finger invitingly.
Catherine's ass could have been carved from marble. Round and muscled, it was firm to the touch and responsive to the swat. Her cleft was deep, which made the sharp anal whip even more effective. If asked - and if allowed to answer - she would have said it was the worst of all the implements. Not counting the electric tools of course. Squats and calf raises had toned Catherine's legs and enabled her to stand on the balls of her feet or tiptoe for long periods of time. Which was important when she was suffering the needle pads that were sometimes placed under her feet.
Like all the Girls, Catherine was the beneficiary of several generations of selective breeding. The Girls were bred for puberty onset at 18, and available to Owners until one day short of their 50th birthday. Breeding had also produced a species of Girl that simply could not get pregnant until she was "adjusted" on her 50th birthday. A simple drug cocktail added to her hydration was all it took to start her cycle. Usually she was pregnant within two weeks and delivering healthy babies nine months later like clockwork.
For the moment Catherine knelt, exhausted from the ministrations she had received during tanning time, and from the intense workout she had just completed. Catherine was waiting to be collected by the Owner who had just won eight days of exclusive use. Her arms were extended in front of her. Her head was lowered to the ground so her mouth could wrap itself around the dildo mounted just in front of her. It extended just far enough to tickle the entrance to her throat. Fortunately the gag reflex had also been bred out of The Communities females. A U-bar around her neck held her head motionless. Her breasts pressed against the spike mat her trainer had placed for her to rest on. Her knees were pulled up directly under her ass which waved invitingly high in the air.
A thin white sheet had been thrown over Catherine to protect her from the midday sun. That would have been great were it not for the regular blasts of ice water cooling her down. The spray was well focused into a single, powerful jet, so she felt its force each time it hit her. Which was, invariably, first right on her anus, and then up and down her deep cleft before raking back and forth until the sheet was soaked to transparency. It was almost as bad as being sliced by the weighted single tail. Although she could not really move, she bucked and thrashed in the most delightful way. The wet sheet did nothing to hide the view.
Catherine's 8 day Owner approached from behind. He wore a jumpsuit with multiple large pockets that held instruments of stimulation and pain. Like everything that Owners wore, the front flap could drop down to provide a Girl with direct access to his cock and balls.
"Hello #8," said Matt. "Are you ready to take her away?"
The two men stood directly behind Catherine and gazed down at her upthrust butt. She could not hear them talking, because she had her ears plugged while she waited.
"I believe so," #8 replied. "So I should have her back to you a week from tomorrow at 2 PM?"
"That's correct," affirmed Matt. "Please make sure she is well used and looked after."