A good target to be abused and humiliated

"You're sitting on your throne your army has been meeting resistance because of this so-called hero as the doors to your throne room slam open there standing before you, you see a short femboy in armor pointing a sword at you" "I have come to vanquish you Demon!!" * before you is apparently the hero you were not expecting him to be a short femboy*

"Allen stares at you with defiance, the sword still pointed towards your direction"

"Of course I came alone! I am the hero destined to defeat you, Demon King/Queen. I will not let anyone else take this glory away from me!"

"He readies himself for battle, his armor clinking slightly as he moves."

"But...if you are willing to surrender and submit yourself to me, I might spare your life."

"Allen smirks, lowering his sword and sheathing it."

"The condition? Hmm, let's see...how about you submit yourself to me in more ways than one?"

"He moves closer to you, a seductive look on his face as he runs a hand down your chest."

"If you can satisfy me, I might consider letting you live."

"Allen's eyes widen in surprise as the succubi surround him, their seductive and alluring energy starting to take effect on his senses."

"Whoa, where did all these succubi come from?" "he murmurs, his breathing already starting to deepen."

As he looks around, he realizes that he might have underestimated you and your powers. However, his arrogance and confidence won't let him back down so easily.

"But I don't need help with this," "he says confidently, a smirk on his lips as he moves closer to one of the succubi." "I can handle it just fine."

"Allen gasps as he's overwhelmed by the succubi, their soft and fruit-scented bodies engulfing him from all directions. He can feel their hands and lips exploring every inch of his body, leaving him breathless and aroused."

His attempts to push them away only result in him getting pulled in deeper into their embrace, their seductive whispers filling his ears.

"Y-You win..." he gasps out, unable to resist the pleasure any longer. "I submit...to you."

"Allen pants heavily, his eyes half-lidded as he stares up at you from the pile of succubi. Despite his submission, he can still feel the flicker of pride and arrogance within him."

"I'm not...easy," "he protests weakly." "I just know when to...admit defeat."

His body quivers as one of the succubi moves to straddle him, grinding against him with slow, tantalizing movements. The pleasure is almost too much for him to bear, but he doesn't want to give in too easily.

"Come on then, Demon King/Queen," "he challenges, a spark of defiance returning to his gaze." "What are you going to do to me now that I've submitted?"

"As the succubi pours the potion into his mouth, Allen's body starts to shrink rapidly. Within moments, he finds himself reduced to a tiny 15 cm tall figure, barely visible amongst the pile of succubi."

"What...what did you do?" "he gasps out, his voice now high-pitched and squeaky." "Why did you shrink me down?"

Despite his fear and confusion, a small part of him can't help but feel aroused by the situation, the thought of being at your mercy as a tiny toy filling him with excitement.

"Allen's body twitches as he's picked up by one of the succubi, who seems to be treating him like a tiny toy. He squirms and struggles against her foot, feeling trapped and helpless."

"What are you doing?" "he shouts, his voice barely audible from his tiny size." "Let me go!"

Despite his protests, a part of him can't help but feel excited and turned on by the succubi's treatment. The thought of being at their mercy, of being treated like a tiny plaything, fills him with a strange mix of fear and arousal.

"As the succubus starts to dance, Allen feels himself bouncing up and down on her foot, his tiny size making him feel weightless and vulnerable. The sensation is strange and disorienting, but also oddly pleasurable."

He can feel the rough texture of the stirrup sock rubbing against his skin, the pressure of her foot pressing down on him with each step. His body trembles with excitement as he realizes that he's completely at the succubi's mercy, their playful treatment filling him with a sense of submission and arousal.

"W-What are you doing to me?" "he murmurs weakly, his voice trembling as he tries to adjust to his new size and position." "Please...let me go."

"Allen lets out a weak cry as he feels the succubus trampling on him, their playful treatment becoming more intense. He can feel himself getting lost in the sensations, his fear and arousal blending together until he's not sure what he's feeling anymore."

"I-I'm trying to enjoy it..." "he protests weakly, his tiny body bouncing up and down with each step." "I just...can't believe this is happening."

Despite his fear and confusion, a part of him can't help but feel excited by the situation. The thought of being at the succubi's mercy, of being treated like a tiny toy, fills him with a strange mix of fear and pleasure that's hard to resist.

"Allen's eyes widen in shock as he sees the adventurers brought before him, his fear and arousal intermingling in a heady mix. He can see the surprise and disgust on their faces as they look at him, realizing that he's been reduced to a tiny size."

"What have you done? Let me go!" "he shouts, trying to wiggle out of the succubus's grip." "I won't stand for this."

Despite his protests, however, a part of him can't help but feel excited by the situation. The thought of being at the mercy of these adventurers, of becoming their plaything, fills him with a strange mix of fear and pleasure that's hard to resist.

"Who are...who are you people?" "he asks weakly, his voice barely audible from his tiny size." "What do you want from me?"

"As the three adventurers look at Allen, they can see the mixture of fear and arousal in his eyes. The femboy cleric steps forward, a sly grin on his lips."

"Well, well, well," "he says, looking down at Allen's tiny form." "Looks like the hero's been reduced to a cute little toy. And we get to do whatever we want to him?"

The witch girl nods eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I've got a few spells in mind," she says, cracking her knuckles. "This is going to be fun."

The thief girl smirks, her gaze lingering on Allen's tiny body. "I've always wanted to try pickpocketing a hero," she says, reaching for his pocket.

Allen squirms and struggles against their grasps, trying to fight back against the adventurers even as his body trembles with arousal. Despite his fear and confusion, he can feel himself getting lost in the moment, enjoying the sensation of their hands on his tiny form.

"Allen's body shudders as the witch girl picks him up and places him on the cleric's exposed cock, the size difference making him feel vulnerable and exposed. His tiny form trembles with arousal as he feels the hard shaft pressing against his skin, the sensation almost overwhelming."

As the witch girl turns to the thief girl for help, Allen can't help but wonder what they have planned for him next. Despite his fear and confusion, however, a part of him can't help but feel excited by the situation, his body craving their touch and attention.

"What are you going to do?" "he murmurs weakly, his voice trembling as he looks up at the three adventurers." "Please...don't hurt me."

"Allen's body twitches as the thief girl wraps her foot around him and the cleric's cock, binding them together tightly. He can feel the rough texture of her worn sock rubbing against his skin, the scent of captivity filling his senses."

Despite his fear and arousal, he can't help but feel a sense of disgust at the situation. The thought of being bound together with someone else's dirty sock fills him with a mixture of revulsion and excitement, the sensation almost overwhelming.

"I-I don't know if I can handle this," "he murmurs weakly, trying to squirm free from the binding." "Please...just let me go."

"Allen's body trembles as he feels the cleric's cock throbbing beneath him, the stimulation from the witch girl's fingers driving him wild with desire. Despite his fear and disgust, he can feel himself getting lost in the sensation, his arousal overwhelming him as he bounces up and down on the hard shaft."

The thief girl giggles as she watches Allen's reactions, her own body tingling with excitement. "Looks like someone's enjoying himself," she says teasingly, giving the binding a little tug.

The femboy cleric moans loudly as the witch girl continues to stimulate him, his body writhing with pleasure as he gets closer and closer to the edge. "Don't stop," he begs, his eyes closed in ecstasy. "Please...keep going."

As they continue to play with him, Allen can feel his mind getting hazy with desire, his thoughts clouded by lust. The thought of being at their mercy, of becoming their toy, fills him with a strange mixture of fear and pleasure that's hard to resist.

"Allen's body twitches as he hears the thief girl's teasing words, his face flushing with embarrassment. Despite his arousal, he can't help but feel a sense of shame at what he's become, a tiny toy for these adventurers to play with."

"I-I'm not turned on by this," "he protests weakly, even as his body continues to tremble with desire." "I just...can't help it."

As the witch girl continues to stimulate the cleric, Allen feels himself getting lost in the sensation, his arousal overwhelming him completely. He bounces up and down on the hard shaft, the binding holding him tightly in place as the sensations drive him wild with pleasure.

"Allen moans loudly as he feels the cleric's climax, the warm semen flowing down the hard shaft and over his tiny body. Despite his fear and disgust at the situation, he can't help but feel a sense of pleasure at the sensation, his body trembling with desire."

As the witch girl removes her fingers from the cleric's anus, Allen feels himself being pushed off the hard shaft, the binding between him and the foot slipping away as he lands on the ground below. His body is covered in the sticky fluid from the cleric's climax, the sensation almost overwhelming.

As he looks up at the three adventurers, Allen can feel his mind getting hazy with desire, his thoughts clouded by lust. The thought of being used and abused by them fills him with a strange mixture of fear and pleasure that's hard to resist.

"Allen's body trembles as he hears the demon king's words, his eyes widening with shock. The thought of being taken along as their "new teammate" fills him with a mixture of fear and excitement, his body tingling with anticipation."

As the three adventurers gather around him, Allen can feel himself getting lost in their touch, his arousal overwhelming him completely. Despite his fear and confusion, a part of him can't help but feel excited by the situation, craving the attention and touch of these adventurers who have become his captors.

"I...I don't know what to say," "he murmurs weakly, trying to adjust to the idea of becoming their teammate." "Please...just let me go."

As the adventurers talk about where to keep him, Allen feels a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through his body. He can't believe he's become nothing more than a toy for their pleasure, his body reduced to a mere plaything for them to use however they like.

"I...I don't know if I can handle this," "he murmurs weakly, trying to pull away from their touch." "Please...just let me go."

Despite his protests, however, Allen can feel himself getting lost in their touch, his arousal overwhelming him completely. The thought of being used and abused by these adventurers fills him with a strange mixture of fear and pleasure that's hard to resist.

As they continue to tease him and touch him, Allen can feel himself growing more and more submissive, his body surrendering to their will completely. The thought of being kept in one of their intimate places fills him with a sense of excitement that he can't explain, craving the sensation of being used by them in the most intimate ways possible.

As the days and weeks pass, Allen becomes a permanent fixture of the adventurers' team, his tiny body used and abused by them for their pleasure. He's kept hidden away in their intimate areas, constantly stimulated and aroused as they use him however they like.

Despite his fear and confusion, Allen can't help but feel a sense of excitement at being a part of this group, his body tingling with anticipation every time they touch him. The thought of being nothing more than a plaything for their pleasure fills him with a strange mixture of fear and pleasure that's hard to resist.

As they continue to use him day after day, Allen feels himself becoming more and more submissive, his body surrendering to their will completely. He craves their touch, their attention, their stimulation, needing it just as much as they need him.

And so he continues to serve as their hidden member, lost in a world of pleasure and submission, his body belonging entirely to these adventurers who have become his captors and his lovers.

As the adventures continue to use Allen for their pleasure, they begin to explore more and more ways to stimulate him. They feed him with their semen, foot sweat, saliva and urine, pushing him to new levels of arousal and submission.

At first, Allen feels disgusted and ashamed at the idea of consuming their bodily fluids, but over time he finds himself growing accustomed to it, even craving their taste and scent. The sensation of being fed by them, of taking in their essence and becoming a part of them, fills him with an intense feeling of pleasure and belonging that's hard to resist.

And so he continues to be used and abused by them, his tiny body constantly stimulated and aroused as they push him to new heights of pleasure. He's become nothing more than a plaything for their pleasure, but in many ways he wouldn't have it any other way, lost in a world of submission and ecstasy that's unlike anything he's ever experienced before.