Step out of the light and watch the creatures of the night! It seems you've stepped into a dream. A girl suspended from a beam, A brace of rigid cocks are sucked, Her ass is flogged, Her face is fucked, The rubber nurses filthy pair, Use the examination chair, to fuck each other's cunts with glass and ram steel dildos up their ass, and then they fuck the big black cock, Twelve inches long and hard as a rock. The men demand their bollocks drained by strumpets from the ceiling chained. The sacrifice, her asshole greased, is buggered by the voodoo priest. And finally the dungeon scene. The slave sucks madam's poopshoot clean. If you think this film subverts, blame it on the night perverts.
What secret lay behind the dreaded Marsh Phantoms, the ghostly riders whose silent approach in the darkness of the bleak, unwelcoming Romney Marshes causes men to die of fright? Are they a genuine manifestation or a cover for illegal smuggling activities. Perhaps Dr Blyss, the benign vicar of the quiet village of Dymchurch, knows the truth about the ruthless pirate and smuggler who lies buried in the village graveyard and can unravel the phenomenon of the curse of Captain Clegg.