Wonder Woman in a fuck lab is pretty much the whole pitch here, and somehow it actually leans into that harder than you’d expect. You drop in and there’s Diana chained up like some twisted science project, naked, pissed, trying to keep that “noble Amazon warrior” attitude while an evil nerd with too much free time straps her to a rig full of toys. It feels less like a normal porn game and more like somebody’s deranged arcade cabinet idea that escaped from a convention basement. The entire thing is controlled with four joysticks, each one tied to a different torture toy on her: one for the machine pounding her pussy, one for the anal fucker, one for the oral setup that turns her mouth into a personal cocksleeve, and one for the milking gear that treats her tits like they’re on a dairy farm. And yes, you absolutely will slam all four to max on instinct, watch her body twitch like the Justice League just tasered her brain, then sheepishly start figuring out what actually feels good to abuse.

There’s something funny and kind of hot about seeing this big, proud superhero reduced to a test subject for dildos and fucking machines. She’s still Wonder Woman, still that recognizable DC brunette with the tiara and attitude, but the game really enjoys turning her into a humiliated lab rat. Her face sells it: she starts defiant, clenched jaw, glaring at the screen like she’s about to snap her chains, and then the more you play with speed and rhythm, the more that expression cracks. The best bit is when you sync the oral and the anal toys so she’s trying to hold her breath around the cock in her mouth while her ass gets drilled from behind. You can see her try to keep some dignity and then just choke on it, drool running, eyes watering, body clenching while the milker tugs on her tits like the doctor is measuring how much shame per liter he can squeeze out of an Amazon. It’s not subtle. Subtle got kidnapped and never rescued. But there’s a weird skill curve too: if you keep everything on full power all the time, she sort of overloads and the reactions start to blur together. When you play it like a fucked up rhythm game, nudging one joystick up, easing the others down, teasing her with slow oral while you spike the anal speed for a moment, her whole body language changes and you actually feel like you’re managing a torture session, not just spamming “max”.

The “laboratory experiment” vibe carries the whole thing. The room is cold, clinical, metal frames and cables, but all the machinery is basically built to humiliate her sexually. The doctor feels less like a villain and more like a pervy QA tester who got bored of normal equipment, and Wonder Woman is his crash test dummy with tits. She’s there purely to be dominated and broken in every hole, and the game does not pretend otherwise. There’s no fake romance, no story padding, just Amazon meat strapped to machines that slam into her until her superhero composure melts into desperate moaning. I like that it doesn’t let you play as her, by the way. You’re the bastard on the controls, and she’s the content. That fits. At one point I ended up just focusing only on the milking for way too long, watching her breasts jerk and her face twist each time the suction tightened, and I kind of forgot I had three other toys to mess with. Then when I finally cranked everything together, she went from “angry goddess” to “wrecked lab toy” in a few seconds, eyes rolled up, mouth stretched around the device, ass quivering around the machine. It’s cruel, dirty, and stupidly simple, but honestly that matches the fantasy: a captured superheroine, four joysticks, and no reason at all to be gentle.

James is the kind of guy you glance at in the hallway and forget a second later. Thin, quiet, eyes that look past people instead of at them. Everyone smells weakness on him. The jocks shove him into lockers, the pretty girls laugh while pretending they don’t see, the teachers do that fake “concerned” face and move on. Inside his head though, it’s just his father’s blood on the floor and his mother’s voice trying to stay calm. That never really stopped for him, it just changed background. Now he lands in this private high school owned by Ron, his dad’s old buddy, and it feels more like a stage than a campus. Polished floors, rich brats who grew up getting what they wanted, uniforms that hide nothing when they get wet, and a principal who smiles a little too wide when he talks about “opportunity”.

Mom is the soft center of this whole mess. Lucy used to be fit, strong, someone who could hold a plank longer than your will to live. Now she’s exhausted and broke, and the debt collectors are breathing on her neck like horny ghosts. She’s trying to protect James, but every “choice” she gets offered feels like another kind of collar. Office “assistant” for some sleazy businessman who stares at her ass the moment she turns around. Personal trainer for dads who want more than squats. Late-night cleaning in places where the cameras are way more interested in skin than floors. The game just lets you push her one step at a time. First, it’s tighter outfits because “you look more professional like this”, then bending too low in front of her boss, then someone’s hand staying on her hip a little too long and she just swallows it because rent is due. There is this one scene in Ron’s office where she’s wearing a borrowed blouse that’s one size too small, and you can literally see the fabric giving up on those tits while he “explains” her contract. You barely click anything, but the tension is loud, like you can hear the buttons thinking about breaking.

From James’s side, it’s this slow, fucked up slide from victim to problem. The bullying doesn’t just stop. It mutates. Shoves turn into gropes, mockery into blackmail, “friends” into people who figure out that controlling him means maybe getting access to his mom. A twin pair in his class, all fake innocence and real hunger, work him from both sides. One whispers into his ear during class, her hand drifting under the desk, the other corners Lucy after school, talking about “helping James fit in”. At some point you realize the game is smiling at you while it offers you these scenes where James watches through a cracked door as his mother gets “convinced” to take a very special part-time job. Sometimes you’re in his eyes, sometimes in hers, sometimes just floating like a dirty little voyeur while hands, toys, and even entire groups start using her like she’s property. There is rough stuff, humiliation, that classic “I hate this, my body doesn’t” corruption arc, milk on skin, asses getting slapped red, tears that mix with spit, and those stupid ahegao faces that shouldn’t be hot but somehow, yeah, they work here. One route drags you into mind games where Lucy can’t even tell if her thoughts are her own anymore, another flirts with romance and then kicks you in the gut with betrayal, and somewhere in between you can push James into owning the whole sick thing or let him drown in it. It’s messy, sometimes cruel, sometimes weirdly tender in short flashes that vanish too fast, but that’s kind of the point. Nothing feels clean in this world. Everything is a trade, a favor, a debt paid with skin.

Game throws you right into Kate’s shitshow of a life without asking if you’re ready, and honestly that’s what made it hook me. She’s not some overconfident porn superhero, she’s a kinda normal girl in a school environment that starts slipping into absolute sexual chaos step by step. One day she’s just dealing with strict teachers and annoying classmates, next day she’s hiding under the bleachers with a guy’s cock in her mouth, checking if anyone is watching and secretly hoping someone is. That slow corruption vibe? It hits hard. You see her go from “this is so humiliating, I can’t believe I’m doing this” to “ok, I need more” in a way that feels dirty as fuck but also weirdly believable. There’s this scene where she gets cornered by a teacher who clearly knows she’s been up to stuff after class, and instead of a normal punishment he has her on her knees, gagging on him while he lectures her about discipline like it’s a normal thing. It’s messed up, it’s hot, and I hate that I reloaded the save just to see every dialogue option.

The whole thing lives from those moments where you feel like a creep watching her from the outside. She’s changing clothes, thinks she’s alone, plays with a toy a little too long, then hears footsteps and freezes. Camera just lingers on her, half naked, hand still between her legs. It feels like you shouldn’t be allowed to see this and that’s exactly why it works. When she ends up with another girl for the first time, it’s not some polished porn scene either. They’re teasing each other on a bed, giggling, touching, getting bolder, and suddenly Kate is grinding on the other girl’s thigh while they try to stay quiet because there are people in the next room. The game keeps doing this thing where it mixes shame, curiosity and arousal until you’re just like… ok, yeah, if she gets tied up and used now it actually makes sense for her character. Sometimes she’s the one pushed down, slapped, spit on, throat used and ass slapped red in front of more than one guy who absolutely do not care about her comfort. Another time she flips it, sits on some poor dude’s face, holds his hands down and makes him lick her ass and pussy until he can barely breathe. The power keeps shifting, and it’s confusing in a good way because you never feel fully sure if she’s victim, slut, queen or all of them.

What got me too is how the sex never stays “one on one vanilla” for long. A quick blowjob in a toilet stall can suddenly turn into someone else walking in, locking the door and pulling her skirt up from behind while she’s still sucking. She’s pinned between them, whining through a mouthful of cock while the second one rams into her pussy, then later there’s a third hand appearing from off screen, just groping, slapping, spreading her open wider like she’s public property. Sometimes the humiliation is small and nasty, like making her walk home with cum dripping down her thighs under a tiny skirt, knowing people are looking but can’t say anything. Other times it goes all out, like that scene in a classroom where she’s bent over a desk, wrists held, ass in the air, getting spanked until her skin glows and then fucked in both holes while a group watches and comments on her body like she’s a show pet. And yeah, I’m still annoyed the background sound in that scene has this one repeating click that my brain keeps noticing, but whatever. When she starts using toys on herself, shoving a vibrator in her ass while texting some guy who “owns” her now, you can feel how far she has gone from the girl at the start. She’s still shy sometimes, still blushes, still hesitates before opening her legs for a girl who wants to taste her, but the next second she’s spreading herself, asking for more fingers, more pain, more eyes on her. It’s fucked up, horny, messy and kind of addictive, like watching a porn series where you actually care what horrible sexy decision the main girl will make next.

Becca is that type of girl you see on Instagram posting soft couple pics and long captions about “my forever,” and then you find out she’s getting her whole worldview ripped apart by the guy in the next apartment with a dick that sounds like it has its own gravity field. The game leans into that fantasy where the “good girl” thinks she has everything sorted, tiny apartment, broke but in love, missionary sex that’s “pretty good” if you don’t ask too many questions. Then the walls start talking. Or more exactly, the girls on the other side of the wall start screaming like a porn site on full volume while you forgot to plug your headphones into your laptop. You sit with Becca on that shitty couch while she’s listening to Tyrone rail yet another girl, pretending it’s funny, pretending those moans are fake, and the game doesn’t even try to pretend this is subtle. It’s basically: listen long enough and you start wondering if you’re the one missing out, not them.

What really sticks is that humiliation here is not just “haha, you got caught.” It’s slow. It’s hearing some random girl get loud, sloppy, shameless, while your own pussy gets wet from the sound and your boyfriend is right there, oblivious, grabbing your ass like he’s doing you a favor. You watch Becca start touching herself when Danny is in the shower, or late at night when the moaning next door ramps up again, and her fingers never seem quite enough, but she keeps trying anyway. The animations sell that awkward hunger, the kind where she bites her lip and stares at the wall like it’s a portal. There’s this one moment where she’s lying on her back, headphones in, pretending to scroll TikTok, but the audio she’s actually listening to is Tyrone fucking some girl raw through the wall, and her thighs are slowly squeezing together like she wants the mattress to climb inside her. That scene shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but it really is. The game loves dragging you through her guilt too; one second she’s cuddling Danny, thinking how sweet he is, next second she’s remembering the size of Tyrone’s hand when they brushed in the hallway and you can almost hear her brain short-circuit. It’s not subtle, it’s not polite, it’s not fair, and it absolutely doesn’t care.

At some point the “neighbor” stops being just background noise and turns into this walking, talking mistake you already know she’s going to make. He’s rude, crude, everything her dad warned her about, and the story just keeps pushing her closer to him. You watch Becca go from laughing at those moans to wondering how it would feel to be the one pinned to that bed, legs pushed up, throat sore from screaming his name while Danny sits home playing on his Switch and thinking she’s at yoga. There’s this heavy race thing going on too, not just as decoration, but right in her head: all the shit she was taught, all the stereotypes, all the curiosity she’s never admitted out loud. The game doesn’t lecture, it just throws her into it and lets her drown in how wrong it feels and how good it looks anyway. The cheating here is not clean or neat; it’s messy, sticky, full of regret that hits her only after she’s already taken him raw and felt herself clench around him while she prays the thin wall and her thin morals will hold. They obviously don’t. And I kind of wish she had one boring, fully clothed scene where she just cooks dinner and nothing horny happens, but that’s never going to happen and you can feel the dev laughing at that idea from the first time the bed in the next apartment starts banging against the wall like a metronome set to “you’re fucked now.”

This is the third chapter of the story where another vigilante is assigned to the night-cities. This is the way it plays out in these stories. While she's been through overcoming her previous experiences that brought her to this dangerous and risky path, she is set to change. Tonight, she will discover the culprit. The coevred-in, masked queen of the streets of nigth will be able to exact her revenge. Find out more details here. Check out our animations for more information. Do not forget to bookmark the previous chapters available on our website.

Who is the most attractive of brunette witches who hit some butts even while her own butt is beautiful? If you don't have a Nintendo Switch console the answer will likely be Bayonetta! Of course, her attractive looks and her sexually sexy personality have been the source of numerous hentai-themed parodies in the past, yet they have put her in situations of submission all frequently... and this is precisely the situation Bayonetta will endure in the new episode of the "Porn Bastards" series! Are she up for it? There's only one method to find out - participate in the game! In addition to the hardcore sex scenes of Bayonetta, you will also find diolgs and humor, and customizing options that will expand as you progress throughout the game.

Fucking hell, the data streams are all pointing to this weird little pocket of the hentai market. Parody titles, especially the ones that don't give a shit about polish, are seeing a huge spike in user retention. It's a counter-trend to the hyper-detailed, 60 dollar visual novels. People want a hit, a quick scene, something that feels almost disposable. And that's exactly what you get with this Neru thing. The whole production has this raw, unrendered feel, like you're looking at someone's first sketchbook if that sketchbook was 90% cum and humiliation scenarios. The line art is shaky in places, the colors sometimes bleed outside the lines, and honestly, that's the entire charm. It's a deliberate anti-aesthetic that makes it feel more transgressive, like a doujin you'd find buried on a hard drive from 2004.

The animation loops are janky as shit. There's this one moment where her expression is supposed to shift from defiance to that classic ahegao blankness, but the in-between frame just looks like she's smelled something bad. I couldn't stop watching it. The domination text is laid out in this clunky font, no voice acting, just the sound of a wet slapping loop that doesn't quite sync with the four frames of animation they had budget for. It's all about Neru getting absolutely railed and degraded, and the game doesn't pretend to be anything else. You click, she gets used, the screen shakes. There's a toggle for the dialogue box that I accidentally turned off and couldn't figure out how to get back for a solid minute. The UI is a disaster, tiny buttons that blend into the background.

You know, I spent twenty minutes trying to see if the cum effects had any physics or if they were just a static overlay. They're a static overlay. But the way they're drawn, it's so over the top, it loops back around to being hot. The whole experience is like a corrupted file that somehow still runs, and that's a compliment. The pacing is off, the humiliation dialogue is repetitive, and the climax is just a loop that goes on until you close the tab. Reminds me of trying to scrub through a bad rip on Spankbang where the audio desyncs. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

That first monster, the one with the weirdly detailed veins on his cock, he just stands there. Waiting. The game doesn't explain why he's in what looks like a medieval dungeon but wearing what I can only describe as a leather harness from a very specific Berlin club. You just click. And she starts. The blonde, I mean. Her name is something generic, I already forgot it, but her expression when she kneels down is this perfect mix of disgust and determination that I've honestly never seen in a browser game before. It's all in the eyes. The rest of the art is... look, it's deliberately rough. Like someone drew it on a napkin but then spent three hours getting the drool strand just right.

The whole premise is this cycle of humiliation to gain power. You blow the monster, you get some kind of sexual energy, you unlock a bigger monster. The first time the "big cock" tag actually comes into play, it's with a tentacle thing that has no business being that shade of purple. There's a moment where the game glitched for me, or maybe it's a feature, where the animation looped on a particularly rough throat-grab for a solid ten seconds. I couldn't tell if it was broken or if the game was just making a point. Probably broken. The sound design is just wet noises. Very, very wet noises. Like someone stirring mac and cheese.

I keep thinking about the revenge plot. It's mentioned in the description but in the actual game it's just... not there yet? She collects these powers and you see a little bar fill up, but the only skill she seems to learn is how to look more pissed off while doing it. The humiliation tag is doing all the heavy lifting here. It's not a complex game. It's a series of blowjob scenes with escalating monster dick sizes. That's it. That's the tweet. But that one looped animation, man. It's going to stick with me. The way her mascara didn't run, but should have. A real missed opportunity there.

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