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 crucial 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 begin 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.”

“Not to worry. I have a great session room with a giant window opening to the street. And I just got a new sleep table I’ve been wanting to try out.”

#8 reached into a pocket and brought out a “walk-along”. This was an ass-hook and handle with a large knob at the end of the hook. Catherine had never been walked in this fashion, so she had no idea what was in store for her once she was hooked.

“Give me a hand here for a minute, will you Matt?”

“Glad to oblige,” Matt said. He bent over Catherine and grabbed both her ass cheeks. Giving her a good squeeze he spread them wide. #8 stuck both his middle fingers into Catherine’s butt-hole and – working it from the inside – stretched it into a nice round gape. He inserted the ball past her sphincter as she grunted repeatedly, unable to maintain the required silence. Next the hook was shoved all the way in. She felt the handle deep in her crotch and against the small of her back. That part was four inches wide with a handhold and a button pad. Her waist belt was unbuckled and threaded through a ring on the handle. Catherine was ready to be walked.

#8 bent over Catherine and released her restraints. He activated the ear plugs and spoke softly to the Girl.

“You gave it up to the tune of eight days of exclusive use. You will be totally subject to anything I want, or do, or say. I expect instant obedience at all times. You will remain silent unless given permission to speak. You will hear when I want you to hear, and you will see when I want you to see. You will withhold nothing. Nod your head if you understand.” He didn’t ask if she agreed, because – like any Community Girl – her comment meant nothing.

Catherine nodded her head and choked back a sob. How was she ever gonna endure? The first 18 years of her life had been a gloriously happy time. Her life had been turned inside out on her 18th birthday, when the hair between her legs had suddenly sprouted and she developed her perfect bosom almost overnight. But her first exclusive use assignment frightened her like nothing before.

“You may stand,” #8 commanded. Catherine rose gracefully as feasible considering what thrust up inside her. #8 gripped the handle and moved his hand around. He lifted her up onto the balls of her feat and then onto her toes. He released his grip on the walk-along. Once placed in a position, a Community Girl was not allowed to change it until instructed. Shaking, bucking and other involuntary movements were allowed, but that was it. #8 withdrew a conductor’s baton from a pocket. The tip was ground down into a fine point. He slashed the point of the baton across the bottom of Catherine’s feet. She reacted to the pain by sitting down abruptly on her butt and grabbing at the bottoms of her feet.

“That’s two more demerits,” announced #8. And he hadn’t even started walking her!

#8 reached down, grabbed the handle, and yanked Catherine abruptly to her feet. Pushing along by the walk-along, he slut-walked her down the path to his house. They crossed paths with a small group of Community Apprentices; young men between 18 and 21 who were training to be Owners.

“Greetings, gentlemen,” said #8. “How are we doing today?” He brought Catherine to a halt and lifted the handle, again putting her on the balls of her feet. The hook in her ass increased in discomfort if she brought her legs together, so she walked and stood with a wide gait.

“Our day just got a lot better,” answered one of the Apprentices. “We’ve all been certified in groping.”

“Why don’t you show me what you’ve learned,” said #8 as he made random motions with the walk-along. This made Catherine gyrate and twerk in front of the smiling young men.

“Turn her loose and I will.”

#8 released his grip as an Apprentice ran a finger gently up and down her slit. Then she felt herself palmed firmly between her legs with the tip of a finger working round and round and then into her pussy. He pushed the finger in to his knuckle and palmed her open pussy with his hand. The heel of his hand pressed against her clit. She felt the hand begin to squeeze and lift her by the crotch. Her clit took a pounding as he slammed his hand repeatedly against her pubic bone.

“That’s not too bad but let me show you a nice two handed grip,” said Owner #8. He took the walk-along out of Catherine’s ass and gave it to one of the Apprentices to hold. He ran the fingertips of his right hand up and down her spine and then into her cleft. He pressed deep against her and found his target with his middle finger. Catherine felt the length of it pass through her bud and down inside her. The dry canal made for rough passage. Not for the finger but for Catherine, who felt every tiny bit of progress as the finger raked her anus from the inside. She felt his left hand slide down her front from her navel until she was gripped by her pubic mound and two fingers inserted in her pussy.

“Come a little closer and watch carefully now,” invited #8. “See how I can pump both her holes in unison, or I can alternate with an in/out, in/out motion. Now I’m going to really poke her by bending and unbending my fingers inside of her.”

Catherine had been able to maintain her required silence while she was used as a demonstration model. Her pulse was racing and her breath was shallow and fast as #8 brought her closer and closer to her climax. She began to tighten as she gained momentum. She felt herself being worked front and back while completely exposed to young men she had never met. The wondered of it started pulsing and shaking deep inside as she knew another few seconds and she would explode. Just as it began it was halted, and the hands were removed. Frantically and fruitlessly she humped the empty air between her legs, gradually slowing down and finally ceasing any motion. She had been soooo close! She wasn’t sure what was worse; the frustration or the humiliation.

“It was nice to meet you men, but I’m going to take this nasty Girl home now and give her what she deserves.”

#8 reinserted the Walk-Along. This time he crossed her arms behind her back and belted them to an extension above the handle. Time to go home and have some serious fun.