Ortus

Emily tried on one of the shoes but it was too big. She visited a number of other pillars until she found one that looked smaller. For a moment, revulsion of having to empty out a dead girl's bones quenched her need, but the thought of being so utterly helpless that you depended on your captor to even live, soon overcame the hesitation. The pillar had been cleaned and polished. Emily felt a tingle run through her body as she stood in front of it. It would be easy to just lean forward and let herself fall into its orgasmic embrace, but she knew that she couldn't do that yet. She needed more than this first step before she could fully surrender.

"How easy would it be to control and train someone wearing the suit back then!" She thought. "I wonder how many slaves were made by their masters because they couldn't get them out of these."

Her hand reached down to touch the skull of the deceased girl. The jaw was had already calcified while open and also her ankles with her feet stretched downwards.. Had the person been bound until ****? Emily gasped and backed away. This place was weird....

Using some of the machine oil she had brought with her, she lubricated the joints on the ballet heels, she worked it open, then sat and slipped her foot into it and latched it closed. Emily wasn't accustomed to heels, but it wasn't too uncomfortable at first so she fitted the second one. Standing up proved to be tricky, but she used the pillar and chain to get herself upright, and then took a few practice steps, adjusting the boots to fit. She felt confident that she could walk as long as she was careful. The strangest part of the shoe is that it didn't protect the front part of her feet, leaving her toes in painful contact with the ground. Good thing that Emily had ballet experience.

"Wow that felt different!" The top cuff of the shoe was well over her ankle so there was plenty of support, but walking on her toes all the time was weird. Taking small mincing steps she moved back to the cleared suit. They became rather uncomfortable during the short walk so she sat and removed them. She'd have to work up to them if she was going to keep them. Keep them? Where did that come from? Well, it is not like she could walk off with the suit since it was chained to a bolt in the pillar.

Emily took some time cleaning the inside of the suit. She blushed deep red on finding the spiked dildo standing proud on the inside of the crotch shield. "I should have expected that!" she said out loud, "but I certainly won't be needing to lubricate it!" Her arousal cranked up a further notch. She worked oil into the stiff latch towards the top of the spine as well as anything that looked like a joint or a sliding surface. When she pulled the latch, the left side of the suit spit open.

Stripping off her clothes, Emily stuffed them into her bag. She put some rocks in her bag and threw them into the hole with water nearby, on her head, if she wanted them back she would have to dive in and use her wet clothes to get out of the cave. Standing naked before the small but deep-water hole contemplating what she was about to do sent electric thrills through her sex. It had been weeks since she had last played with her holes, since she now shared a room with Anna.

"I can't believe I'm about to do this!" Thought the young woman as she looked around nervously at her dark surroundings

Shivering in anticipation she squeezed her right leg through the side and out through the leg opening and thigh band. She then slipped her left leg through the other thigh band and pulled the suit up her legs. She almost came when the dildo brushed her pussy lips, and had to think of the dead women's bones lying around the room to cool herself off as the fat dildo pushed itself into her. It'd be so easy to blow it and come early!

Emily put her right arm through the suit and out of the arm hole. Working her bum through the narrow opening was uncomfortable, but nothing like as uncomfortable as squeezing her breasts through! After a few tries, she removed the cups, squirted some oil on herself and used her hand to help pull her nipples into position.

It was all feeling very real all of a sudden. Emily almost balked when faced with the mask. Scolding herself for coming this far only to chicken out at the last minute, she steeled herself and checked the eyes were open. Scooping up her long hair, she placed the resulting pony tail into the split cone at the mask's crown, opened her mouth and pushed her face forward. She felt the bars catch her teeth locking her jaw open and was glad that she'd left the dildo/penis gag out.