In this third installment of the "Olga" series, our heroine adds jewel smuggling to her repertoire of dope pushing and white slavery. As the vicious Olga (Audrey Campbell) expands her criminal empire, she also encounters more resistance as a string of once-trusted partners turn traitor in an effort to steal the successful racket out from under her. The result is exactly what fans of the series expect, a barrage of torture scenes featuring soldering irons, floggings, spankings, and even an electric chair. As with its predecessors, Olga's House of Shame is a silent black and white film with narration to explain the action, but even with direct commentary it's difficult to keep track of the characters and Campbell (who is occasionally caught laughing out loud at the absurdity of it all) has all the menace of a kindergarten teacher, even when wielding a machete.

An examination of the "go-go" scene, including topless dancers and strippers, in Washington, DC, and Baltimore, Maryland.

The beautiful, brutal Olga procures prostitutes and pushes heroin for the syndicate, confining and torturing her pretty victims in a private dungeon located in New York City's sinister Chinatown.

Ruthless narcotics dealer and white slavery ring leader Olga keeps her harem of girls in line by hooking them on addictive drugs. Olga suspects an informant in their midst and uses various brutal methods of torture to weed out the squealer. Meanwhile, several of Olga's girls plot their revenge against Olga for her continual sadistic treatment of them.

This exploitation classic purports to expose the secrets of the 1960s lesbian underworld.

An American karate student in Japan searches for the sister of his friend and mentor.

Four girls in search of thrills find more than they bargained for when they get caught in a vice trap with no escape.

A television producer helps a woman assaulted on the waterfront and takes her to his apartment to recover, where she recounts her recent adventures in New York and he discusses Nudism.

Cut-n-paste job masquerading as a "documentary" on toplessness, feauring a strip routine by Tempest Storm that was filmed nearly two decades before.

Faux-mondo movie featuring sex, drugs, violence and the familiar dulcet tones of Joel Holt.