Metallicum

She took a series of breaths to calm herself down before trying to press the suit closed. Damn her luck, it was just too small round the waist! Determined not to waste all the effort Emily leaned against the pillar and sucked her breath in and pushed with her hands, pushing the suit in place. She rested and repeated the process several times until she got it right. With a series of clicks, felt more than heard, the suit clamped tight from the top of her head to her crotch, with that weird extra spine forcing her body into a classical s-curve. Metal structures buried themselves around her clit and urethra isolating them both.

Oohhh my god!" she thought, "that feels so good!"

She realised she'd been holding her breath and shakingly released it trying to back down off the crest of the massive orgasm building inside her. It wouldn't do to pop too soon since she wanted to enjoy this. After a minute of calming herself she had managed to delay it. She was surprised at the intensity of her feelings since she normally required direct clitoral stimulation to get off, but whatever worked, and this was definitely working.

Emily wanted the full look, so she carefully started to fit the ballet shoes, and those actually made her feet stick out straight down at a 180-degree angle to her shin, exposing her toes just like the tomb girls. The breast cups were larger than her real tits and really hindered her view, so they came off before Emily finally towered like a silver and marble statue.

"I should have brought a camera," she thought, "I must look fantastic!"

She hesitated before lifting the dildo to her face, not really wanting it invading her mouth. "Let's do things right since I only get one shot at this." It was a very tight fit. The thought of being further modified simply to improve her use for others' sexual needs drove her own need another notch higher, and so she ended up catching the dildo in her mouth.

Fully fitted, Emily took short steps away from the pillar, trying to spread her toes spread to keep her balance. The chain rattled noisily behind her. She figured that it was long enough to reach the lake and about the way to the next occupied pillar, but it seemed that the direction she went impacted the size of the chain. For the slaves chained here, perhaps rubbing bottoms was the only human contact they got?