So you've started a successful religious cult/industrial rock band, and suddenly your followers are developing voracious appetites for anal sex, sprouting glitter-gold stigmata and frothing at the mouth like Cujo, on an Alka-Seltzer binge.  Small wonder you're suicidal.

Director Charley Crow's signature caustic humor is very much in evidence here; unfortunately, so is a lack of variation in the tape's six scenes (all are one-on-one boy/girl anal couplings ending in facials, with the exception of cult leader Oliver Nitz's, who closes his own Armageddon cornholed by Jewel Valmont's dildo).  The big surprise is Krysti Myst, who has shed her naive "Buffy" persona for a more mature, self-assured sensuality and rubs her clit till she implodes while getting ass-fucked on a kitchen counter by Luciano; plenty of kissing adds to the appeal of this erotic, realistic-looking scene.  Other highlights include Luciano's invasion of Vivian Valentine; and Bobbi Bliss works up an inordinate amount of enthusiasm for Claudio.