The Euro-slut invasion kicks into high gear with this blistering all-entrance extravaganza. The packaging, videography and techno music make for a slick, stroke-worthy affair. The devil-may-care attitude of these sexually liberated vixens and their mutation into submissive sperm receptacles makes for an all-around joyful occasion.

Key moments are constant during the launching of the cock arsenals, inevitably bombarding each bitch with baby batter by scene's end. There's a noteworthy regard for the woman's enjoyment at times, particularly during the Liliane Tiger tussle. But it's Melissa Lauren's self-dehumanization that always sticks to the ribs. The inimitable Miss Lauren's depravity is practically an art.

Pre-nom Lauren for Female Performer of the Year.