Chapter X - A Brief History of Paranormal Cosmetology
The next morning I rose very early and shook the invalid odalisque awake before I'd even finished tying my turban...
Chapter IX - Alternative Medicine
Whether you're a pirate or a pasha, or just a humble slave trader and aspiring evil vizier, when you see a zombie odalisque clawing at your window, your first impulse is...
Chapter VIII - Odalisque Autopsy
The first thing we heard was a dying woman’s scream. To be greeted thus when approaching a medical practice is, in conventional circumstances, a very poor sign indeed.
Chapter VII - Slaver on Holiday
I woke to a fine, bright morning, and lingered in bed watching sunlight filter through my thin curtains, contemplating the beautiful rugs on my walls, and idly plotting to win the sultan's confidence, become his evil vizier, and gain de facto control of his almost endless empire.
Chapter VI - How to Recover an Escaped Sex Slave Whose Shopping Adventure Is Much Longer than Practically Necessary
I searched everywhere: behind the bags of couscous and neatly stacked implements of torture in my closet, under the elaborately decorated cushions of my sales reception room...
Chapter V - Anthropogenic Cranial Shrinkage and Other Underappreciated Threats to Civilization
Despite our circuitous route home, which took us under bridges and through dark alleys, with repeated crossings of the street to ensure the shadows of buildings, trees, and statues almost continuously protected us from photodamage
Chapter IV – Skin Care Secrets of Professional Slavers
The barren hill could only be interpreted as an utterly senseless location for any utility purporting to make liquid deep below the earth accessible to the public...
Chapter III – How to Harvest Buried Ginger
I slept fitfully that night, my thoughts returning over and over to the dead virgin sex slave.
Chapter II — The Reeducation of an Occidental Virgin
I was in good humor as I led the hooded sex slave up the road to the sultan's harem, enjoying the unseasonably comfortable weather and threatening her gently as we strolled beneath a row of palms.
Chapter I - The Joy of Slaving
Long ago, before I met the sultana or the sultan, I was a young and innocent slave trader...