Abducted feels like someone grabbed a trashy torture porn comic, a cheap soap opera and a drunk BDSM club story from Reddit, then smashed them together and forgot to clean up the mess. You’re not “in” the story, you’re more like the asshole in the back row shouting what the girls should do, and the game actually listens. Six rich or important women wake up in this giant cage, collars, chains, confused faces, all that. No guys anywhere, which is kinda nice for once, just women doing fucked up shit to other women. The captives are panicking, half naked, trying to cover themselves, and the game suddenly throws you a choice like “How does she react? Fight back, cry, or pretend to be tough?” and you’re basically picking their personality on the fly while some dominatrix-looking psycho is already eyeing which one to string up first.

What sells it is how petty the captors are. They’re not calm masterminds, they’re bitchy, jealous, horny and a bit stupid, which makes the humiliation scenes feel more chaotic and dirty. One of them gets mad because a prisoner is “too pretty” and you can choose if she shaves her hair, whips her tits until they’re red, or forces her to lick the boots of the others while everyone laughs. Then in the next scene the same domme is masturbating in a corner because she’s turned on by her own cruelty and you’re like “ok you need therapy, girl” while still clicking the most fucked up option. You’ll have moments where two of the kidnapped girls are forced to make out, with the collar chain pulled tight, and you decide if it turns into sweet, hesitant kissing or if the captor pushes them all the way to rough pussy licking and ass play just to make them cry from shame. The switch from teasing to graphic violence is sometimes so fast it almost feels like a bug, but no, that’s just the tone.

There’s no protagonist “avatar” to hide behind, which is weirdly hot and also kind of uncomfortable, because every time you pick “yeah, let her get anal with that toy in front of the others, no lube” you know you did that, not some faceless hero. The game keeps jumping between the cage girls, the evil crew and the outside investigators, and sometimes the pacing is all over the place, like you’ll spend ages on one scene where a girl is forced to crawl naked over a floor wired to a teasing device that zaps her clit every few steps, with you deciding if she holds back her moans or just gives in and squirts while everybody mocks her, then suddenly cut to a brief interrogation where someone gets electro-tortured and it ends before it really escalates. There are routes where you can corrupt a shy captive into a broken little sub who begs for group sex from her tormentors, another where she stays proud and gets extra punishment, public oral, spit in her face, all that, and then there are endings where someone manages to twist the power dynamic and cheat her way into joining the abductors, trading her “friends” for a collar upgrade and a place in the gang. A lot of scenes are just still renders, so sometimes you stare at one girl in a gag for way too long and start noticing dumb details like one nipple ring clipping wrong, and it annoys you more than the actual torture does. But then the next choice pops up, asking if she chokes on pussy or ass first while the others watch, and you kind of forget you were mad.

This one feels like someone took a comfy slice‑of‑life drama, locked it in a room, fed it way too much dessert, tied it up with a bunch of horny ideas about control, and then just let it slowly swell until nobody fits their old clothes anymore. You’re not just clicking through porn scenes here, you’re basically sliding into people’s lives and messing with the one thing they’re trying to keep steady: food, routine, and how much space their bodies are taking up. Girls start out “normal” chubby, then your choices quietly push them toward soft bellies, thicker thighs, boobs pressing against uniforms that really need new sizes. It’s not a sudden cartoon inflation, more like, one more snack, one more late-night delivery, one more “you look fine, trust me”, and you blink and go, ok, she actually grew a lot. The game leans hard into that mix of comfort and shame: they talk about being tired, about stress, about wanting to feel wanted, and you’re there like the little devil on their shoulder, handing them another plate and acting like it’s totally no big deal.

What makes it hit different is how slow and personal it feels. Conversations drag you in, they’re not just “click to fuck”. You’re asking about their day, about work, about why they always order the same greasy thing from that food app even when they swear they’re going to “eat better”. Then, little by little, they start trusting you. Letting you decide what they eat, how much, when they skip the gym. Sometimes it’s honestly sweet: you comfort a stressed girl with a big meal and she melts a bit, leans on you, tummy peeking when she slumps on the couch. Other times it’s darker, like when you nudge someone past the point she’s comfortable with and she still says yes because you’re the one paying attention to her. The control side sneaks in there: you choosing her portions, you telling her she looks beautiful tied to a chair, arms behind her, cheeks full of cake, belly pushing out, and she’s half embarrassed, half turned on. There is a harem structure going on, but it never feels like some clean checklist. It’s messy, like juggling chats, trying not to mix up who likes being praised for getting thicker and who is still pretending this is “temporary stress weight” while you’re literally the one making sure it isn’t. At some point you realize you’re basically running a quiet little cult of comfort eating and pretty captives, and the wild part is how normal it all felt on the way there.