Doris Wishman – Love Toy (1971)
He knew all the games… she was the plaything
DORIS WISHMAN, the First Lady of Exploitation, makes the ultimate Deviate’s dream come true with this extraordinarily demented piece of celluloid sickness.
A degenerate gambler, unable to come up with the cash necessary for a high stakes poker game, bets his nubile daughter. And loses. His daughter immediately becomes the delectable property of a hot-to-trot sex fiend and the film promptly becomes a catalogue of perversion, wallowing in domination, humiliation, fetishism, voyeurism, masturbation, lesbianism, spanking, bondage, blowjobs, incest, and more. You’ll be showering for days after this one!
Alex, the card shark sex pervert, was deprived of toys as a little boy. But he’s got a Love Toy now, in the person of Chris, the gambler’s daughter: a blonde brown-eyed piece of ass with a pouty face and perky breasts. Alex has her role-playing right out of the gate, starting with the naked little “kitten” lapping up milk from a bowl. (“She was His Pussy,” the trailer boldly proclaims!)
After that, she plays his mama, his wife, his child, and his mistress in one kinky sexcapade after another. He spanks her firm white fanny, rides her horsey-back around the room, then sticks his flaccid dick in her sullen (and soon-to-be soiled) mouth. Once the deck of cards is set aside, the action is virtually non-stop…
Chris at first resists, making all kinds of disgusted faces as she reluctantly plays the roles forced on her, but she soon gets into it as Alex gets into her. Indeed, once her little dewpot gets lapped, she throws herself into the sexplay with fresh abandon. Even Alex’s wife, Mary, “a woman without a soul,” joins in the fun with her own brand of pathological sex, such as jamming a perfume atomizer up her snatch and lezzing it up with Chris.
If you can believe it, things get even sicker as daughter comes on to daddy, which forces daddy to kill daughter. But wait! Chris suddenly wakes up. It was all a dream! Whew! That certainly helps take the sting off things… But then her daddy goes off to play cards and Alex enters her room and it starts all over again…
Hard to believe this came from the same woman that gave us the wholesomely silly Nude on the Moon. Wishman’s first bona fide softcore sizzler is a nasty Smut Classick that’s about as twisted and disturbing as it gets. Which, of course, is another way of saying that, yes, you’ll love it.
From the 35mm Feminism?–What’s-feminism? negative.
— Don the Deviate, America Moralia