Review

A New York voodoo sex cult is the subject of this deliciously perverse offering from sicko Joe Davian. Produced by the notorious Avon studios of the 70’s and 80’s, this little piece of filth keeps it hot for the full hour it runs.

Start off with some hot and realistic sex between Annie Sprinkle and a heavy news editor by a roaring fire. He gets a call from his photographer Sandy (C.J. Laing in basically a cameo performance) about the cult. She’s trying to take pictures of a ritual being performed beneath a popular bar.

A virgin is offered up prone on the altar of initiation as Red Baron reads off incantations. Disrobed, the virgin is whipped and hit with sticks. Flipped onto her stomach, the whipping continues across her sweet, pentagram-branded buttocks before a big greasy dildo is shoved into her cunt. These preparations precede the first scorching orgy scene. Cocks, cunts and lapping tongues pump and writhe to the great satisfaction of this reviewer. The inductee gets her sweet meats pounding, sending her chunky cheeks into boner-inducing quivers.

The editor decides he’ll have to investigate this situation personally. Sprinkle gets seriously turned on by the description of the ritual, but Mr. Editor wants to take his wife so he can beat her. Vanessa Del Rio is a waitress at the bar who gives him the where and what time for the ritual. Red Baron has her under his control, of course, and serves up some mental voodoo ecstasy. Vanessa imagines being sodomized by the Baron. His thick cock stuck between those thick ass cheeks is enough to make anyone sweat!

The piece de resistance is another grand orgy. Editor gets to slap and whip his wife with some friends as she shrieks with pleasure. Red Baron takes on the middle-aged singer from the bar, treating her aging sweetness to his magic black voodoo staff. Their routine includes some succulent 69 action. Davian slices the action thick and piles it on. This climactic ritual of sex magic works wonders on any who witness it.

The crucifying finale is icing on this sick dessert from the mystical decade of pornographic brilliance, the 1970’s. Check out the original trailer for this flick. Annie Sprinkle hosts and narrates as she fondles with herself. You get more of the luscious voluptuary here than in the movie, so it definitely warrants your attention.

 -- Wet Cravin