When you have a star like Asa Akira commanding center stage of a movie’s every scene, you’re pretty much guaranteed fireworks from beginning to end. Of course, having Axel Braun behind the camera doesn’t hurt matters.

In this, her third showcase as a Wicked Girl, Akira goes on a nearly dialogue-free odyssey through a seeming purgatory of increasingly demanding sexual trials. Whether it all transpires in her head or in the actual realm of the damned is up to the viewer to decide, but there is the suggestion from the outset that this is a glimpse into Akira’s masturbatory imagination.

In fact, things literally kick off with a masturbation sequence, albeit a highly surreal one—wandering perplexedly down a dark alley completely naked (save for a pair of black high-heels), Akira spies a couple making out by a dumpster and can’t help but lean against the wall and slide her hand between her legs. Soon she removes one of her shoes and fucks herself a bit with the spike heel. Crawling over to the oblivious couple, she licks the back of the girl’s leg and lifts up her dress while continuing to paw at herself. Finally getting herself off, she stands up and slinks away into the darkness.

And then she comes upon a green door, behind which await Axel Braun Productions contract girl Aiden Ashley in a colorful, furry cat-like getup, and a masked man in a large white throne, who has Ashley on a leash. Akira and Ashley promptly launch into a rabid lesbian love show in front of and largely right on top of the masked man, during which Akira at one point stuffs Ashley’s removed turquoise bottom piece into the pale waif’s pussy while continuing to slurp on her clit. After some climactic scissoring, it’s on to an orange door.

Behind this one, there are three men encased head to toe in black leather bodysuits with only their engorged cocks exposed. Needless to say, a voracious blowbang ensues. Behind the next door, this one red, a sinister looking Eric John stands in a black trench coat, his arms folded and his cock protruding as if demanding to be worshipped. Naturally, Akira obeys … and employs all three of her pleasure holes in doing so.

Finally, behind a blue door, she seems to walk into her own wedding celebration, greeted by groom Moe Johnson and his presumed best man Rob Piper. With a toss of confetti by Johnson, Akira suddenly finds herself dressed for the first time in a white wedding gown, which the two men gradually work her out of as they ravish her every which way from both directions. Things get fairly messy when Johnson decides to grab a couple handfuls of wedding cake and slather them all over Akira’s mouth, neck and torso.

Asa Akira has done far crazier deeds than anything found in Asa Goes to Hell, but at the same time, it’s a little something different, something darker, for the adult megastar, while still broad enough in its appeal to please fans of any stripe.