Mistress Scarlett is reminiscent of a moody Carrie Fisher. Her voice is commanding, and it's hard to imagine anyone plying disobedience in her presence. Two unruly chicks pay a visit to her dungeon, which looks like a plywood extension to a suburban home. Our Mistress slaps them around and verbally degrades them as she binds their arms behind their back. Hoisted in the air with close pins circling their areolas and clit, Nya and Cherry are shamed, howling in pain.
The inappropriate piano ballads fail at irony. The performances are overzealous and cheesy, draining potential fear factors. A minor stab at B&D with the smorgasbord bonus footage help boost erotic values.