Russ Meyer would be proud. This is a nasty fetish tale fueled by heavy-duty rock 'n' roll. Beer-guzzling biker chicks kidnap a former comrade who dared to leave the gang. Torture and humiliation follow.

The costumes are fantastic. Fishnets, vinyl, leather, kickass boots, fabulous hair and lots of dark lipstick - everything necessary to paint a picture of bad girls on the rampage. The music, courtesy of Kool Kat Production Library and the Swiv-o-Matics, is also ideal. With a vintage surf feel and some fine, catchy guitar riffs, it carries the action forward at a nice pace.

Of course, none of this would mean a thing, without the perfect victim. In comes Bunny Slain, one of the best in the business. She has a full, luscious figure and she knows how to squirm and beg. With electric tape across her mouth, she looks up with pleading eyes, her lovely tits hanging out of a torn top.

Ropes, a riding crop, and even a little water torture; this is a true classic.