Nick Long, a jolly aging-biker type, and his younger protégé Steven Speck, tie up Kerri Downs and Julie Juggs in a dungeon and tickle them with fingers, whips, crops, paddles and large pink flamingo feathers. Everyone giggles throughout, most annoyingly the good-looking, humungous-titted Juggs, whose fake, over-the-top shrieks had me soon reaching for the Darvon (at least her boobs, a huge pair of good old-fashioned knee knockers, appeared to be real).

When Big Daddy Long splits and leaves Junior in charge of the prisoners, they overpower him and – you guessed it – give him a taste of his own tickling medicine before the thing fades to black. Tickle Thy Slaves is, predictably, a real laugher.