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Satan’s School for Lust

Satan's School for LustSeduction siren Misty Mundae stars as a Bible-clutching coed shuttled off to a satanic boarding school where she becomes the prized pet of headmistress Barbara Joyce for whom "discipline" is a recreational sport. Once on campus, Misty’s nights are marred by an overly handsy roomie and a reaccuring dream where ever-devilish Darian Caine deflowers Ms. Mundae by cramming a crucifix into her holiest of holies. But Babs and her riding crop are the flick’s real stars. Such as when she spanks the nekkid hindquarters of an unrepentant Ruby LaRocca over a desk. Dave Friedman would be proud! Or when she gets particularly NASTY and smacks Kelli Summers‘ noggin, straps her to a bed and forces deeply carnal attentions upon her. In fact, with half director Terry West‘s running time given over to such kinkified canoodling, there’s scant moments for honest-to-goodness plot, but a virgin sacrifice certainly seems in order. Unfortunately, it’s never as tasty as the original cover art. 12 breasts. Two corpses. Gratuitous shower scene. Horsewhipping. Nipple fiddling. Heterosexual digital manipulation closeup. Gratuitous interpretative dance sequence. Advanced lesbian tongue rasslin. As Phoenix, Ms. LaRocca delivers one of her most memorable roles, "I like being watched. Stalked. Violated. It turns me on!" And, finally, remember the Diablo School for Girls motto, "A shut mouth is an open mind."