During the reign of Harum-al-Rahid, Nagdad was a thriving commercial town and all its trading routes were among the safest in the world. From Samarcanda to Alexandria, from Tripoli to Oman, from all corners of the known world, caravans arrived laden with luxury goods. They also brought beautiful female prisoners for the Emir’s harem.
These unfortunate women suffered a variety of different fates. Some were cruelly killed by jealous concubines. Others were repudiated and tortured to death for refusing to serve their Master. Still others were handed over to the executioner for allegedly being unfaithful, or for trying to escape or simply because their Lord and Master had decided to do so…
Few slaves escaped the dreadful dungeons hewn into the living rock beneath the Palace. For some it was their last journey. All the inmates suffered terrible humiliations and sexual torture.

Massif and Karim, two dissolute brothers, are visiting the dungeon. Massif stands in amazement as the jailer shows him around. The brothers have decided to spend what is left of their father’s inheritance and set up their own slave caravan, intending to sell the girls later in Torekestan and pay off their debts. The dungeon is an ideal place to find the human flesh they are looking for. All the women there are beautiful. The Emir rarely enquires about them.