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The first few days after Phoibe's arrival were a blur of her holes being fucked and the limited care she was granted while resting was permitted.
She had started a virgin and was now capable of wringing several cocks worth of cum out of men using her body and all of her holes.
She currently was resting in "her box" as Phoibos called it. She was allowed only to rest in a small, plush box crafted for her small frame. It was designed with straps to hold her in place, even if the box was upended and roughly handled. It was thick wood, lined and lacquered for maximum protection and to inhibit sound from going in or out of its confines.
Not even the sounds of screaming could be heard from without, nor could the sound of hoofbeats penetrate and give a clue to where they were heading.
The box was under the seat of a fancy carriage, with a full set of horses and tack jingling and carrying it full pace, Marinus guiding the horses at a quick pace. Phoibos was inside, feet resting on Eusebios while Thaleia serviced his cock.
Phoibos made arrangements for them to go visit the coast, appointing someone to be a placeholder for his decisions so the courts would be able to contact him through a steady channel of letters from birds and delivery traders. He had enough influence to sabbatical from afar.
A deep calling was inside the demon as Phoibos got older, it was trapped within it current bounds as a host, limiting the growth remaining that could be done. Like a hermit crab and its shell, it felt the need for something new and needed time to prepare.
Before it had needed a host that had the inclinations of deep desire or sin inside to make the jump, but it had new sights set on the young, pure body and soul of Phoibe. The trip was to begin the journey and transformation of her and to enable a reason for Phoibos finding a young girl and bringing her home. Using the coast as a transitional period to allow Phoibe to reasonably be met in social circles that it would then use to continue its growth of power and legacy in political circles was a bonus.
They arrived in a newly purchased manor, small but quaint upon a cliffside. Marinus and Eusebios unloaded the carriage while Phoibos fucked Thaleia's cunt. No matter how hard or who or what had fucked her, she'd remained childless these past few years. Phoibos had her pressed into the ground, her hips in the air with her knees nearly on either side of her head. Her face remained in bliss even as she was contorted and fucked harder into the cruel wood and metal, her body trained to respond only to the pleasure even while feeling intense pain. The demon couldn't feel much to feed on from her these days and even cumming inside her stretched holes brought little pleasure as he emptied out his balls in a final thrust.
Phoibos pulled its dick from her and adjusted its clothes. She stayed in place, holding her hips up and trying to get the cum deep in her womb like she had been trained to do. Any drop of cum spilled meant dire consequences if she didn't do her best to try and get with child. The years of failure were embedded deep into her and that's why it was going to be fun to build that into her new role as Phoibe's mother.
They settled in over the day and Phoibe was kept in her box. Water and food was fed to her sparingly through slots that could be opened from the outside of the box. She was kept in a fragile state during the trip and for the first couple days of arrival.
Then on the third day, hours before sunrise she was removed and cleaned. Her weak and limp body was carried and pampered as it was soaked and sponged. Gently scented waters and soaps permeated her hair and brought the paleness of her skin glowing, freckles speckled across her body in erratic patches, soft red hair gently accenting her form.
She hadn't been marked thoroughly yet, as she needed to stay presentable for court socializing and a future marriage, but now is when her real training was going to begin.
She'd been tied down to a plain bed in the middle of what was once a ballroom. It was going to be set up special for some future purposes, but for now it was where she was to be kept 24/7. Phoibe's legs were spread with several ropes keeping them in rigid place. Phoibos had a table brought in to be placed near the bed, several glinting metal objects lined up on silk laid neatly across.
After picking tools and a gold set of rings, Phoibos sat down to do the work himself. A thick cloth and leather gag was pressed into her mouth and all bindings re-secured as she began to stir. Phoibos made swift work as he lined up the tools to her clitoral hood. His fingers pried skin up, and he pressed cruelly and with force. Gurgling could be heard as she woke up completely and a ring was forced through her clitoral hood. He ignored her whimpers and screams and lined up fresh tools and rings to her nipples, making swift work there, too.
She was left, whimpering and gurgling for an hour as tools were removed and the sun began to slowly rise. Her eyes were sensitive but grateful to see the sun for the first time in days. She was learning to cope with the pain by focusing on the moments she could relax and forget what had been happening to her. Moments where she saw beautiful things and she could focus on their beauty while forgetting the ugly things happening.
Over the next few hours she rested while Marinus checked on her bindings and body. Exhaustion kept her pliant and measurements were made in a book that would keep track of her growth. The finest of clothes and other creations would adorn her after her training was complete.
A thick leather collar and matching leather shackles adorned her limbs and neck. Then a decently sized set of marble plugs were carved. One a bulb, like a small eggplant with a thick curve into a smaller round end, and the other a decent sized plug with a sizeable difference between the width of the catch for her rim, and the plug that would rest in while the thick handle protruded out and laid flush against her flesh down to the edge of her cunt. It would not be easy to remove on her own; the thinness of the neck of the plug would keep her ring flexible and tight despite the heavy marble pushing and pulling against the muscle constantly. When both plugs pressed into her squirming holes, tears and whimpers falling on deaf ears, Marinus brought out the belt that was created to go with the plugs. It was leather and latched onto the plugs, helping keep them firmly in place, with leather belts and metal loops to attach around her body in a web around her waist and thighs. It locked at three different points with little locks, each key being added to a ring just for her.
The ropes tying her down were removed completely, then a matching leather a binding jacket was brought out, designed to encase Phoibe's torso while leaving her chest exposed as much as possible. It connected to her hip harness holding the plugs and created a tight cocoon of leather straps across her body. Her arms were forced to cross at her stomach and rest pulled towards her back, then were locked in place by another belt and lock.
It was full day by the time the preparation and her new outfit were situated in place. She couldn't stop making whimpers as her body struggled against the cruel, cold marble inside of her. It was rigid and immobile and her small holes were at the mercy of the unbending shapes pressing into tender places.
Marinus adjusted every strap on her body until everything was perfectly fit and in place, locked with several keys. The final addition was a head harness. Her ginger hair was pulled back into a braided plait, tied with a knot and a metal ring threaded through the end. Leather straps were fit across her face and aligned. Two rings were aligned between her ears and cheeks and two locks were aligned in places she couldn't see. Tiny clicks ringing loud in her ears as she lamented at how strictly she was locked up.
A gag was forced into her mouth, a firm leather ball pushing deep and spreading her teeth wide before sliding behind her teeth, her tongue unable to push it out as another set of locks clicked in place and cruelly kept it in. The keys for this were put on their own ring and set on the nightstand that rested near the bed on a decorative dish. A heavy, thick linked metal chain was pulled out from under the bed. The clanging of metal ringing echoing in the ballroom turned training chamber. The chain was pulled up and around, a thick, heavy padlock much larger than the rest of the locks that had been used was threaded into it. Marinus quickly reached around Phoibe and grabbed the ring that had been tied securely into her beautiful tresses. He slid the ring around the open prong of the large lock and quickly pressing the prong into the hole of the lock with a large clunking sound. The chain didn't allow her to reach the nightstand with the key dish on it, but it allowed her to move within a few feet of the bed and to a chair that had been brought out and secured into place. Her arms were uselessly kept to her sides while crossed, and she couldn't access or rub her holes, nor could she ignore the weight of the objects training her as a reminder of her purpose.
Marinus took a large skeleton key from the lock connecting the chain and her hair and put it on a leather throng, then he left Phoibe laying askew on the bed, harnessed, gagged, and secured.
Phoibe panted against her gag with tears in her eyes, listening to the echo of Marinus' footsteps leave. Then movement caught her eyes as she saw from a balcony ledge around the second tier of the ballroom. Phoibos had been sitting there the whole time, watching while drinking wine leisurely. Eusebios was his personal chair and Thaleia as his footrest. Marinus slowly appeared across from Phoibos and had to walk the perimeter to reach him. He kneeled presenting the key in his mouth to Phoibos with eagerness. He was hoping to have pleased his master with his thorough ministrations. Phoibos stood and pulled his cock out.
They key was removed from Marinus mouth and replaced with Phoibos' cock. The reward made Marinus moan and gargle eagerly. Phoibos slowly took the key and put it around his neck, knowing Phoibe was watching. He slid the key under his shirt, taking his free hand and holding Marinus' mouth against the base of his cock. He stayed still as his body fought with his training as oxygen deprivation became more severe. With seconds to spare Phoibos' cock emptied down Marinus' throat and he pulled out just before Marinus would have lost consciousness.
All three slaves kneeled and waited for the next command of Phoibos as the demon felt a tickle of satisfaction for the first time in many months. Phoibe was the key to the demon's next evolution; her training needed to be thorough as the exploration of new powers whispered into the demon's subconscious grew stronger, eager to come out and create more chaos and sin in the world.