Franck Vicomte knows how to make ‘em. The opening scene, devoid of any setup or dialogue, will leave most viewers spent after a train is run on Samantha Jolie, leaving her in a heaping mess of prisoner spunk on the floor of a cell.

Anna Polina runs her orgasm-inducing prison like a professional, if professionals evoke pleasure from the pain of being locked up. Like any good foreign fuck flick, this is chock full of hot bodies and backdoor action. The ladies who run this lock-up are in total control of their own bodies, and those of their orange-clad subordinates. Think the plot of Hostel, but instead of wealthy folks wanting to torture and kill, these folks want to fulfill their deepest fantasies. Swapping blood for other bodily fluids, this is a little easier on the stomach and will make it a lot harder on the ... you get it.

Polina welcomes the latest batch of patrons with militant control. In order to be worthy of what lies behind the bars, they need to prove themselves. Polina herself shows the male recruits what they’re in for with some dominant b.j. and anal action. The guards are a part of the fantasy too—no one is left out.

Some stern action is bestowed on all those who embark upon the prison experience, and once they strip down, they’re immersed in a truly wild sexual world that anyone would break a law to get into.