Kim Pope is ideally cast as an attractive but mousy housewife living somewhere in NY State (film’s setting is not given, but it could be Westchester, for example). Her loving husband Levi Richards is quite protective, and opening reel depicts a kind of blissful Eisenhower-era suburbia, except this is the ’70s so we begin with XXX-footage of them making love on the kitchen floor.
But as soon as hubby leaves, a creep posing as an insurance salesman gets his foot in the proverbial door. Instead of haranguing Kim with annuity proposals, he knocks her for a loop and the rest of the hour-long feature is torture-porn designed to arouse the male viewer. Only variation is that kindly neighbor Lynn Bishop shows up midway on schedule and is forced to partake in being raped alongside Kim.
