by her cellmate's stirring which quickly turns into masturbation.  Jasmine Lynn opens her

orange jumpsuit and bares her chest as she rubs herself down, staring at Maggie, who

is suitably indifferent.  Finished off, she introduces herself, blending the repartee

into mealtime.  It's in the cafeteria that Maggie meets Ashley Moore's gangland

stances - a big boss in a little pool.  She attacks Maggie for an off-cuff remark,

prompting the guards to tear them apart, with Ashley off to see the warden and

Maggie off to "the hole".

what looks to be a table leg, but is in fact a makeshift dildo, polished strong.  The guard

orders her to strip, wherein Ashley is quick to offer up a blow job in exchange for his silence.  He holds down her head as she orally fixates through his pants, lifting her to the table for a missionary push.  Spooning her around, the guard inserts one of the wooden tools into Ashley's rear, making way for his own rod soon enough.  Reverse cowgirl anal gives Ashley the chance to keep her clit at bay, returning to her knees for more throating action in the interim.  The wood comes back again, thrust into her pussy while the guard pumps into her ass, finally letting a glut of whitewash cover the rim of her mouth, spilling down to the floor.

By way of luck, Egypt lets her guard down while showing herself off for Maggie's possible indulgence, allowing Maggie to severely beat her punisher with the full force laid down upon her earlier.  Before she makes way for the exit, Jasmine is freed, and soon enough the pair are on their way, hitching a ride into the sunset.

Unfortunately, Ashley's post-escape recollection to her bound and slightly gagged lawyer isn't over.  It turns out that Maggie found her way back into the system from being on the lam, blowing guards two at a time and surviving their eye-stinging shots of jism as she became further degraded at the hands of her captors, "for five years, as a pincushion."  After her death, it seems, Ashley took it upon herself to seek revenge for the injustice against her friend and sometime lover, all of which comes busting out from underneath her skirt in the form of a strap-on dildo.  "This is for Maggie," she motions, pulling out the lawyer's gagged and rope-wrapped son from the beginning of the picture, thrusting into his ass as his father looks on and cries, terrified.

Two scenes (approximately twenty minutes each) are included, one with Ashley Blue and Ashley Moore (from Babysitters 14), and another (from Naughty Little Nymphos 14) starring Jaslynn.  In the former, Ashley Blue wields a gun and force fucks the father to Moore's babysitter, all while his wife watches.  Either girl dusts off a good amount of smeary positioning, good enough for the dude to throw down cash in a not-so-subtle fashion by the scene's end.  In the latter, Jasmine Lynn does a three-way with two of her male classmates, culminating in a double penetration (one per hole, slow down!), for a pigtail-bopping good time.  A Blooper reel (4min) and a Behind the Scenes (21min) section each run into one another, though the BTS migrates from darkened peeing footage (Ashley Blue, again), and into longer takes involving Egypt and Maggie and Ashley Blue.  Two Trailers (Escape From Women's Prison & L'il Runaway 2) are also included, along with a Killroy live performance (7min) featuring no sex whatsoever.  Damn!

Richness, it seems, peaks from the first scene:  Ashley's capture is draped with a cool grain of color and steady tones, which unfortunately delves into hack studio lighting for the prison sequences, aka the bulk of the material, a la the commonalities of any adult studio picture dated around the millennial turn (you can practically see the stains).  Somewhat ironically, the worst looking of the lot is the second Ashley Blue scene set in a wood shop, where the fluorescent bulbs blow out and turn the color scope a dingy green soak.  On the audio tip, inexplicable noises and sound effects drift in and out of the scenes (loud crickets appear and disappear during Ashley's indoor dalliance, for example), muddying what focus could be left after trying to watch any given bit of sex on the disc.  As a consolation, the source sound is standard enough, though the echo does fall in from time to time.

If you can somehow stand to suffer what exactly Escape From Women's Prison has to offer,

perhaps you have enough will in your system to look in the mirror once in a while, or maybe just too much, now that I think about it.  I don't dig alienation, and I don't dig harm or pre-supposed terror or the ineffectual habits that a nasty attitude has to offer the world; it's just not my bag.  I do, however, find much to love in the exceedingly wonderful Ashley Blue, who can whittle the sexual fineness out of just about anything she gets her paws into, be it a slightly classier affair than this one, or even a blank slate on the wall.  Somehow, some way, this girl will always get you off.  But really, if I had the option of turning off the set and walking away forever, I probably would have missed out on her efforts here, which is enough to suggest that only Ashley fanatics seek out a rental.  For everyone else, possibly everybody else - Skip It.