When blonde beauty Bella Starr seeks out the psychological solace of therapist Anastasia Pierce, no sooner does she hit the couch than she's hyp-no-tized and thrust into a highly stylized world of hurt.

Delving deep into her patient's dream state (and raising more than a few welts), the head shrinker first dredges up a spider-and-fly scenario in which Bella - deliciously clad in only red latex garters and stockings - finds herself trapped in a web of chains, and at the mercy of black-latexed Anastasia. In fact, the latex wardrobe in each of the three scenes is noteworthy, though it's the second encounter - call it a visit to the ob/gyn from hell - that's the real eye-popper. Don't tell the AMA, but Bella's shaved, perfect cunt gets violated by the good doctor with a glass dildo in a procedure that looks nothing like a pap smear.

Yes, the wraparound dialogue is fucking lame, but the effort put into the minimal but hip sets, and the groovy rubber costuming, more than make up for it.