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“Shopping makes me hungry,” said Bess Marvin.

“Everything makes you hungry,” George Fayne replied.

“Well, I’m hungry too,” said Nancy Drew. “There’s a snack stand nearby the ticket window. Let’s go.” Nancy smiled at the good-natured bickering between her two best friends. Bess and George were cousins but the two girls couldn’t be more different in physical appearance and personality. Bess was the more feminine of the two and the most likely to take fright to the unexpected. She was overly fond of food and was a bit overweight. In keeping with her masculine name, George could be tomboyish and very outspoken. It could be safely said that Nancy Drew was a titian haired beauty. All three young women were 18 years old and high school graduates.

After purchasing their snacks Nancy and her companions sat down on the waiting room bench to wait for the train back to River Heights after their shopping excursion to the city. Nancy noticed they had been joined in the waiting room by another girl around their own age. The girl was very pretty but the dress she wore was years out of fashion and a bit threadbare. Nancy also noticed the girl’s eyes were fixed on the snacks they had set on the bench.

“It’s a pleasant day, isn’t it,” said Nancy addressing the new girl.

“Yes, yes it is,” the young woman replied. She smiled nervously.

“My name is Nancy Drew. My friends are Bess Marvin and George Fayne.” Bess and George nodded and smiled.

“I’m Brianna Colby.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Colby.”

“Please call me Brianna.”

“I’m glad we’re all on a first name basis now, Brianna. We were just having a little snack while waiting for the train. Will you please join us?”

“Oh no, I couldn’t. Thank you for offering.”

“Go ahead and have some, Brianna,” said George. “You’ll be doing Bess a favor.”

“I ... guess I am a little hungry,” said Brianna, “if I’m not imposing. Thank you very much.” From what Nancy could see their new acquaintance was very hungry. Brianna must not have eaten in days. She ate almost as much as Bess.

“What’s your destination,” Nancy asked.

“I’m going to River Heights,” Brianna replied.

“That’s our town,” said Bess.

“I’m going to be starting a job in the area.”

“That’s wonderful,” Nancy exclaimed. “We’ll be able to visit each other after today.”

“The job is supposed to be somewhere outside of town, but yes, I’d love that. I feel like I’ve made some new friends just when I needed them.”

The train ride to River Heights was very pleasant. The four teen-aged girls talked and Nancy was able to hear a little about Brianna’s history. Brianna Colby was 18 years old also and had grown up with her family in the city. With the stock market crash and subsequent factory closings, Brianna’s father had lost his job and been unable to find a new one. Brianna had just been able to graduate from high school before beginning a job hunt to help out her family but the search in the city had been futile, so far. Recently she’d met a woman who had offered her a job but it would mean relocating outside the city. Since it was the only job she’d been offered during her search, Brianna immediately accepted. The advantage was that room and board was to be included because the company location was in a rural area. She could save her wages and send money back to help the family.

Nancy nodded in sympathy. She felt fortunate that the current economic upheaval hadn’t affected her family and friends but millions of families in America weren’t as lucky. Families separated by the need to find work wherever possible were commonplace. Franklin Roosevelt had just been elected president and he was proposing many new programs to help people return to gainful employment. Nancy hoped the country was soon back to work.

“What kind of work will you be doing?” said Nancy.

“I’m not sure,” Brianna replied. “I imagine it’s some kind of secretarial work. I took typing and shorthand in high school and got good grades. That’s what I told the lady I was good at; secretarial. The company is supposed to be some kind of research institute.”

“What kind of research do they do?” said George.

“You know, I forgot to ask.” Brianna giggled self consciously. The train was slowing down for the River Heights train station. The girls began to gather up their belongings.

“Do you need to be dropped off anywhere? I’d be happy to give you a ride,” said Nancy.

“Thank you for offering, but I was told someone would be here to pick me up at the station.”

“Well, there’s no one here yet. Would you like us to sit with you while you wait?”

“I’d love that, Nancy,” said Brianna. “I’m kind of scared and nervous right now. Maybe they won’t like me.”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” Nancy assured their new friend. About ten minutes after they sat down a black sedan pulled up. A short barrel-chested man stepped out. The man’s hat was pulled down low as if he didn’t want to be recognized. He saw the girls and walked up to them.

“Are any of you called Brianna Colby?”

“I’m Brianna Colby,” said the teenager.

“I wasn’t told to expect four of you but more the merrier, heh heh.” His smile revealed yellow tobacco-stained teeth.

“We met while waiting for the train to River Heights,” Nancy explained. “We didn’t want Brianna to wait here alone so we decided to wait with her until her ride arrived. We’re not seeking employment.”

“That’s too bad.” The man had already made a bad first impression on Nancy. He failed to tip his hat like a gentleman would and the teenager had the distinct feeling he was trying to see through her clothes.

“What kind of research do you people do?” said George.

“Research? Oh uh ... we’re doing heavy research on the mating habits of the bearded clam, heh heh.”

“Why would you be doing research on clams in this part of the country,” Nancy asked. “We’re not near the ocean.”

“They’re a type of fresh water clam.”

“I’ve never heard of them. Are they rare?”

“They’re commoner than you think, heh heh.”

“Can you eat them?” Bess asked.

“I knew that question was coming from you,” said George.

“They’re very good eating, young lady,” the man asserted. “I can’t eat enough of them. In fact, I start drooling the moment I even get near a bearded clam, heh heh.”

“I’d like to try some,” said Bess.

“I’ll make sure you all get a taste real soon; you and your friends. You won’t be able to stop once you start, heh heh.”

“Perhaps, we can visit you, Brianna,” said Nancy. “Where is this place exactly?”

“No outside visits until this young lady goes through orientation. That’s the rules. She can call you when it’s okay to come out for a visit. Now, I can’t gab here all day. You have an appointment to meet the director. Are you comin’ with me or not?”

“I guess I’m coming,” said Brianna with a nervous laugh and stood up. Nancy Drew was suddenly very afraid for their new friend. She wanted to beg her friend not to leave with this strange frightening man. But could she ask Brianna to refuse to accompany this man based on her intuition alone? Where was the evidence? Nancy had a detective’s instinct and had already helped solve mysteries that had baffled the authorities. (See the “Secret of the Old Cock”). Her father was the well known attorney Carson Drew.

The girls said their farewells and Brianna promised to call Nancy as soon as her orientation was finished. Nancy watched with sadness and foreboding as the car drove out of sight. She noted the car was missing its license plate.

“Gosh,” Bess exclaimed. “I wouldn’t get in the same car with that man even if my life depended on it.”

“Me neither,” said George. “He was kind of creepy. I felt like he was undressing me with his eyes.”

“I agree he was very rude,” said Nancy. “Perhaps he’s harmless but he should be reported to his superiors and be disciplined or even dismissed from his position.” Nancy still kept the feeling this man was far from harmless. She was very worried for her new friend.

“I wonder if there really is such a thing as a bearded clam,” said Bess.

“I don’t know,” the amateur sleuth replied, “but I intend to find out for sure.”

Nancy was at the library when they opened their doors the next morning. From her high school biology class, the young woman knew clams were from the phylum Mollusca. That included snails and squid as well as clams. Unfortunately, Nancy found very little information on clams and absolutely nothing on bearded clams. That wasn’t unusual since the River Heights Public Library collection was fairly small.

When Nancy returned home she telephoned the public aquarium in the city and asked to speak to anyone with expertise on shellfish. She was connected to a gentleman who said he was always happy to share his knowledge on shellfish. But when she mentioned the bearded clam the line went dead. Thinking she had been accidentally disconnected, Nancy telephoned again. The shellfish expert refused to talk to her and she was told not to call back. Nancy thought this was very strange. I’ve somehow offended him but I don’t how I could have.

At dinner that evening Nancy related the story of meeting Brianna Colby and also of meeting the man at the train station. Carson Drew listened quietly to his daughter’s narration. “So, what do you think,” said Nancy.

“I’m afraid that man at the train station was rude to you girls in more ways than one,” said Carson Drew.

“What do you mean, Dad?”

“A ... bearded clam is an impolite slang term,” Mr. Drew replied in obvious discomfort.

“A slang term for what?”

“It refers to a woman’s genitals, honey.” Nancy was quiet for a moment while puzzlement turned to enlightenment. She stood up quickly almost knocking over her chair. The teenager was blushing furiously from embarrassment and humiliation.

“Oh my gosh, Dad! No wonder the man at the aquarium hung up on me. If I ever meet that disgusting man again I’ll give him a piece of my mind. Brianna is in danger. I just know it. We have to save her.”

“All that’s been established is that the man you girls met at the train station was very rude,” said Mr. Drew. “It doesn’t necessarily follow that your new friend is in any danger.”

“I knew that man was bad news the instant he opened his mouth and I just sat there and allowed Brianna to ride off with him. I’ll never forgive myself if he’s harmed Brianna.”

“You have no evidence of any wrongdoing, Nancy.”

“I just know,” Nancy replied. “Dad, I know you know when a client or a witness is lying to you even if you have no solid evidence of that at the time. I don’t have any solid evidence yet, but I had the same feeling in talking with this man that you get when you’re being lied to on the witness stand.” Carson Drew nodded in agreement. He knew his daughter had very good instincts for this sort of thing.

“Assuming you’re right, finding your friend might be a hopeless task,” said Mr. Drew. “You can’t go to the police with what little information you have and I really doubt if you’ll find a research institute anywhere in the county. I certainly haven’t heard of one. Your friend could be in the next state by now.”

“That’s true,” said Nancy, “but I think they’re relatively close. That man wasn’t dressed for long distance traveling. Also, he was evasive about the exact whereabouts of this so-called research institute. Finally, his car lacked its rear license plate. I don’t believe he’d travel far and risk being stopped by the police for lacking a license plate.”

“Well, even if they’re close by that’s still an awful lot of territory to cover with a lot of places to hide,” said Mr. Drew. “Since you’re so intent on looking into this, I suggest you talk to the police chief first and ask him if anyone has been cited recently for a license plate violation.”

“That’s a good idea, Dad. I’ll talk to the police chief tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow I have to go out of town for the start of a trial. As usual, I’ll be leaving a contact phone number with you so you can keep me informed if something important comes up. If you think there’s any danger, I want you to promise me to call the proper authorities and let them handle it.”

“I promise I’ll do that, Dad.”

“I hope this mystery is solved with just a simple telephone call to you from Brianna Colby.”

“I hope so too,” said Nancy. The teen sleuth didn’t think solving this mystery would be that simple though. She had a feeling it would be a very interesting case.

Chapter 2

“If I ever meet up with that guy again, I’ll knee him right where he lives,” George exclaimed. Nancy had just finished relating the conversation she had with her father the previous evening. They were discussing it over coffee at a nearby diner.

“But you don’t know where he lives,” Bess objected. “Do you?”

“I most certainly do,” George replied.

“Well fine then,” said Bess. “We’ll just go there and when he leaves we’ll follow him. He’ll lead us straight to Brianna.”

“That’s not what I meant you--”

“Let’s just concentrate on finding Brianna, okay?” Nancy said. “I have an appointment with the police chief this morning. Let’s meet for lunch at noon at my place. I asked Mrs. Gruen to set places for both of you before I left the house.” Hannah Gruen, the Drew family’s housekeeper, was a terrific cook and her friends never turned down a chance to enjoy an always delicious meal prepared by her.

Nancy’s meeting with the River Heights police chief didn’t produce much in the way of results. No one had been issued a ticket for a license plate violation in a long while and the violator was known to be a local merchant. Nancy’s de***********ion of the man who met Brianna Colby didn’t ring any bells with the chief.

“Your father’s right, Nancy,” the chief said. “We don’t have anything to investigate at the moment. You don’t have this young lady’s home address so you can’t contact her parents unless they’re listed in the telephone book which I doubt.”

“I’ve already checked that angle,” said Nancy. “You’re right.”

“I’ll ask the city police department to inform us if a missing persons report is filed for Brianna Colby but it could take weeks before her parents become worried if they don’t hear from her.”

“I appreciate the effort, Chief,” Nancy replied. “I’m just afraid we don’t have the luxury of time. I think Brianna Colby is in real danger now.” The guardian of law and order in River Heights nodded his head in agreement. He knew Nancy Drew wasn’t the type to jump to conclusions or panic unnecessarily. Despite her youth, Nancy had already been of inestimable assistance to the River Heights Police Department. (See the “Mystery of the Vegetarian Cannibal”.)

Nancy got home just before noon. With her usual Prussian efficiency, Hannah Gruen had everything under control and was ready to serve lunch. “Where’s Bess?” said Nancy when she opened the front door to admit George.

“She said she had a couple of errands to run,” George replied. “I’m sure she’ll be along soon. My cousin has yet to miss a meal when it’s been prepared by Mrs. Gruen.” However Bess was indeed late and the two young women had just about decided to eat without her when she finally arrived.

“It’s so nice of you to join us,” said George.

“I’m sorry but it couldn’t be helped,” Bess replied with a pleasant smile.

“Never mind,” said Nancy. “Let’s eat.”

The girls settled down to a delicious repast prepared by the inestimable Mrs. Gruen and talked in generalities but as the meal neared its end the topic of the whereabouts of Brianna Colby was once again on their minds.

“What’s our next move?” said George.

“I honestly don’t have a clue,” Nancy admitted.

“Well, I still think we should just follow him,” said Bess. “He’s sure to lead us back to Brianna eventually.”

“That’s brilliant thinking, Bess,” said George. “Do you happen to know where this fellow is right now?”

“No, I don’t,” Bess replied, “but I happen to know where he’ll be at four o’clock this afternoon.”

“Where? When?” Nancy almost shouted. “How did you find out about this?” Nancy and George stared in amazement at Bess who quite liked being the center of attention for a change.

“He’ll be at the train station at four o’clock this afternoon,” said Bess. “I was on my way to the druggist because I had a hankering for a candy bar. This big car pulled up in front of the train station. The same man who picked up Brianna got out of the car and opened the door for this Oriental-looking woman. She was Chinese or Japanese or something like that and very elegantly dressed.”

“It wasn’t the same car?” said Nancy.

“It was a different car,” Bess replied, “almost like a limousine, but it was the same driver. I’m sure of it. He got back into his car and left right away so I followed the woman inside. She caught the train into the city about five minutes later.

“Anyway, I sort of flirted with the ticket clerk and--”

“You did what,” exclaimed George. “That guy has to be a thousand years old.”

“Hush and let her finish,” said Nancy.

“ ... and I commented how beautiful that Oriental woman was and he said she takes regular trips into the city and usually returns on the four o’clock train.”

“That’s great detective work, Bess,” said Nancy.

“Thanks!”

“I guess your sweet tooth came in pretty handy,” said George. “Congratulations, cousin!”

“That reminds me,” said Bess. “I didn’t get a chance to buy my candy bar.”

“I guess I know where I’m going to be at four o’clock this afternoon,” said the girl detective.

“I’m the one who found him,” said Bess. “I’m going to be there too.”

“Well, I’m not going to sitting around twiddling my thumbs while you two have all the fun,” said George. “I’m coming along. Maybe I’ll get a chance to kick that guy where he lives.”

“I knew I could count on you both,” said Nancy.

“That’s the car pulling up to the train station now,” said Bess as she finished her candy bar. Nancy Drew and her two friends were sitting in Nancy’s blue roadster across the street from the train station.

“That’s him all right,” said Nancy as she watched the man enter the front door of the depot. “It’s almost four o’clock too.” Not more than five minutes after the train dropped off its passengers Nancy observed their man accompany the Oriental woman to the car and open the door for her. He was very deferential to the woman and she was obviously his superior. This was in marked contrast to the way he treated Brianna who had to carry her own suitcase.

Not far out of River Heights farmland and open country dominated the landscape. Many of the country roads had yet to be paved so it was rather easy to stay well back and follow the trail of dust kicked up by the large automobile.

“They’ve either turned off the road or they’ve stopped,” said Nancy.

“How can you tell?” said Bess.

“I don’t see their dust trail any more.”

“Should we pull over?” said George. Nancy shook her head.

“I don’t think we have any choice but to continue on.” So far following the car had been easy. Perhaps it had been too easy. Sure enough, Nancy took a bend and found her car not more than two car lengths behind the one they were pursuing. The man and the woman were standing together and the man waved to them. The road was too narrow at that point to pass them and also too difficult to turn around.

“Is there a problem?” Nancy called. The Oriental woman approached Nancy’s side of the car.

“I’m not certain,” the woman answered in a cultured voice. “I would like to know why you are following us.”

“What are you talking about,” said George. “We weren’t following you. We just happened to be going in the same direction.”

Nancy didn’t see any point in prevaricating at this point and addressed the woman. “We met a young lady on the train to River Heights yesterday and became acquainted with her. Her name is Brianna Colby.”

“Miss Colby just entered my employment,” said the woman. “How does she concern you?”

“When your driver arrived to pick up Miss Colby we found his attitude and demeanor coarse and not befitting a gentleman. That was enough to make us uneasy. When we also discovered his mind belonged in the gutter--”

“I take it you and your friends wish to renew your acquaintance with Miss Colby so that you can be assured she has come to no harm.”

“That’s it exactly,” Nancy replied.

“Then by all means, let’s go meet Miss Colby so that your troubled minds will be at ease.” The Oriental woman turned to glance at her driver. “I shall be interested in listening to Lester’s version of events on our way back to the facility.” She turned and walked back to her automobile.

“I don’t like her attitude any better than his,” said George as they followed the limousine.

“I’m willing to reserve judgment until after we meet and talk with Brianna,” said the girl detective. It was obvious to Nancy that she’d been spotted following the target vehicle long before being confronted by this mysterious Oriental woman. They were turned around and actually driving back toward River Heights and then for several miles upriver. Eventually they turned into a country lane which led to a large house which fronted on the river. There was something familiar about the place but Nancy was sure she’d never been there before. Was it a picture she’d seen in the newspaper? Nancy parked the car. The girl detective and her companions got out to meet their hostess who seemed suddenly quite angry.

“It seems I owe the three of you an abject apology. Lester told me what transpired at the train station and he was quite out of line. I’ve decided to dismiss him from my service unless the three of you can find it in your hearts to forgive him.” Nancy observed a stricken man. He stood in front of them with his hat in hand. His eyes were downcast and the man was trembling with fear.

“Have you learned your lesson, Lester?” said Nancy.

“I-I certainly have, Miss,” said Lester. “The Doctor here has been trying to keep me on the straight and narrow, but I strayed this time and I know it reflected badly on her. I certainly didn’t mean any harm, Miss. I’m apologizing to all of you, of course, and I promise I’ll take this lesson with me to the grave and be a better man for it if you can see your way to forgiving me.” Nancy saw George and Bess both nod their heads.

“I don’t see why we should stand in your way if you’re truly sincere in your effort to reform yourself, Lester,” said Nancy. “Of course we forgive you.”

“Thanks a lot, ladies,” Lester replied. “I suppose I’d better get back to work.” He quickly left in the direction of some out-buildings.

“I’m glad that incident has been resolved satisfactorily,” said their hostess. “My name is Doctor Chang. Who do I have the honor of addressing?”

“My name is Nancy Drew. These ladies are my two best friends; George Fayne and Bess Marvin.”

“Shall we step inside?” They were met at the door by a Negro maid and led to a spacious parlor. “Beulah, please ask Miss Colby to join us.”

“Yes, Doctor,” said Beulah.

“Are you any relation to Carson Drew of legal fame?”

“He’s my father,” said Nancy. “Are you a physician, Dr. Chang?”

“I’m a clinical psychologist specializing in behavior modification.”

“That’s a mouthful,” said George. “What does it mean?”

“It’s indeed a mouthful, Miss Fayne,” said Dr. Chang. “I deal with young women who have been in minor scrapes with the law and who are at risk of getting into more serious trouble which could lead to prison. My goal is to prevent that and lead them back into more productive lives.”

“That’s very admirable,” said Nancy. “May I ask? Do you know the history of this estate? I seem to recall seeing a picture in the newspaper which is remarkably similar to what I’ve seen.”

“Until last year, this house was a speakeasy and brothel. It was raided and closed by the federal authorities. I purchased the property from the bank after the previous owner could no longer pay his bills.”

“Holy smokes,” exclaimed Bess. Her voice became a whisper. “Do you mean prostitution?”

Doctor Chang pointed upstairs. “That’s where the women lived and performed their duties. I’m converting the upstairs to dorm-like rooms for my clients. They will be arriving beginning next month. Right now there’s just Lester, Beulah, Brianna and myself.”

“I feel so naughty being here,” said Bess.

“Relax,” said George. “None of that is going on now.”

“Well, here’s Brianna.”

“Hi! I certainly didn’t expect to see you three so soon,” said Brianna.

“We became worried after you left the train station,” said Nancy.

“This is about Lester, right? He kind of gave me the creeps too, but I think he’s harmless.”

“That’s good to know,” said Nancy. “May we sit and talk with Brianna for a while, Dr. Chang.”

The oriental woman looked at her watch. “We were already behind schedule before this unfortunate incident and it has put us even further behind. Perhaps we can schedule something for the near future; luncheon perhaps?” She stood up and the young visitors realized the interview was over. They stood up also.

“Yes, of course,” said Nancy. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you. Could you walk us out to the car, Brianna?”

“I’m afraid she can’t,” said Dr. Chang. “I need her to dictate some urgent messages. Beulah will see you out. Good-bye.”

“I hope I’ll see you all soon,” said Brianna and gave them a little wave. She followed Dr. Chang out of the room.

“That was the strangest visit,” said George on their drive back to River Heights. “It seemed like Dr. Chang wanted to get rid of us just as soon as we saw Brianna.”

“Those are my thoughts exactly,” said Nancy. “Also, did you notice Beulah was keeping an eagle eye on us? Almost as if she was afraid we we were going to walk off with something.”

“I didn’t think anything of it at the time but now that you mention it, it did seem strange,” George replied.

“Lester winked at me before walking away,” said Bess.

“Are you serious?” said George.

“I swear it’s true.”

“It doesn’t seem like Lester was very sincere after all,” said Nancy. The girl detective realized she wasn’t assured at all about Brianna’s safety after that visit. There was something else that was bothering her but the girl detective’s mind would not put the puzzle pieces together. At least not yet. This case warranted further investigation.

Chapter 3

After dropping off Bess and George, Nancy returned home in time to enjoy a light supper prepared by Mrs. Gruen and then take a phone call from her father. They exchanged pleasantries and then Nancy proceeded to tell her father about locating Brianna Colby and the strange meeting with Dr. Chang.

“It sounds like you’re still not satisfied after your meeting with Brianna.”

“You’re absolutely right, Dad,” replied Nancy. “Something isn’t right at that house and I intend to find out what it is.”

“You still don’t have any evidence of wrongdoing, honey,” said Carson Drew. “Dr. Chang certainly doesn’t have any obligation to divulge private information to you.”

“Do you think I’m reading too much into Dr. Chang’s actions?”

“Perhaps you are, Nancy,” said her father. “Maybe you can call the county and check if Dr. Chang has applied for the needed permits and licenses to open such a facility.”

“That’s a good idea,” said the girl detective. “I’ll do that.”

“I can check to see if this woman is properly licensed with the state and what if any professional associations she belongs to.”

“Thanks, Dad,” said Nancy.

The next day Nancy Drew was on the telephone to the county. Unfortunately she was told the types of requests she was making had to be done in person or in writing. Nothing could be done over the telephone. Nancy thanked the clerk and decided a trip to the county seat was in order. She had learned how to do legal research from her father and the information she wanted to know was too detailed to be put in a letter. However the trip would have to wait until the following Monday since her Friday was pretty much planned. Nancy wished she could talk to Brianna privately. That would certainly confirm or allay the girl detective’s concerns.

It was as if by magic Nancy’s wish was answered. She had just returned from a late lunch with Bess and George when the telephone rang. It was none other than Brianna Colby on the line. “It’s so nice to hear from you, Brianna.”

“Thanks, Nancy,” said Brianna. “Dr. Chang feels bad about being so short with you yesterday and wants to make it up to you by inviting Bess, George and you to luncheon tomorrow. She promised we could spend the whole day together. She also promised we wouldn’t have Beulah shadowing me,” she added in a whisper.

“I’d love to come,” said Nancy. “I’m sure Bess and George would love to come too.”

“Be sure you guys bring an overnight bag,” said Brianna. “I have Dr. Chang half convinced to let you stay the entire weekend. There are scads of room and Beulah is a decent cook. We can spend the night upstairs and pretend we’re fallen women waiting for our clients.”

“Oh my goodness,” Nancy exclaimed with a laugh. “That sounds like an adventure.”

Bess and George readily agreed to the luncheon plans and the contingency plan of staying overnight. She likened it to a slumber party where the girls would snack and talk all night before all fell into exhausted sleep.

Nancy and her friends arrived at Dr. Chang’s estate at 11 o’clock Saturday morning and were met at the door by Beulah. “Dr. Chang and Miss Colby are in the parlor,” said the Negro maid and led the way to their hostesses.

“Welcome back,” said Brianna with a wide smile. “I hope you three are prepared to stay for the weekend.”

“We are,” said Nancy, “and thank you for the invitation, Dr. Chang.”

“You’re very welcome,” the Oriental woman replied. “I’m afraid I didn’t make a very good impression the other day. I hope this weekend will be much more relaxing for all concerned.”

“We’d all like to make a better impression,” said Nancy.

“I’m told we might get to sleep upstairs,” said Bess. “That’s sounds exciting.”

“I have two rooms prepared with two beds each not unlike a college dormitory,” said the doctor. “I’m afraid the others are still not in livable conditions so I’ve kept the doors locked.”

“I’d still like to see one of them,” said Bess.

“You would,” said George.

“Beulah has the keys,” Dr. Chang replied. “By the way, she was a maid for the previous tenant also so she knows this place quite well.”

“I bet you could tell us some interesting stories, Beulah,” said Nancy.

“I could do that, Miss” the Negro maid replied. “I wouldn’t name any names, but I could relate some interesting stories, especially Friday and Saturday nights. A lot of the rest of the time was pure boredom for the girls what with waiting for a paying client to show up.”

“You may serve luncheon now, Beulah,” said Madame Chang.

The five women sat down for a pleasant luncheon. Beulah was indeed a good cook although she couldn’t come close to the cuisine Mrs. Gruen served. They engaged in pleasant chitchat but Nancy was interested in learning more about Dr. Chang’s operation.

“What methods do you use in treatment,” Nancy asked.

“I will be administering a small questionnaire that will help me determine the type of help a particular young woman’s needs,” said Dr. Chang. “With this questionnaire and further testing I will be able to determine where her interests and talents lie and also her weaknesses. I had Brianna fill out the questionnaire and from it I could tell she had the determination to succeed and help her family. I knew her assistance would be of enormous help to me.”

“Thank you, Dr. Chang,” said Brianna. She blushed prettily.

“I’d like to take that questionnaire,” said Bess. “I think it would be fun.”

“You’re all welcome to,” said the Oriental woman.

“Only if it wouldn’t be an imposition,” said Nancy.

“It’s no imposition at all.”

“What do you do with the information from the questionnaire?”

“We’ll go over them during individual therapy. There will also be group therapy sessions. In some cases we’ll be using hypnotherapy.”

“Hypnotherapy? Do you mean hypnosis?”

“That’s exactly what I mean.”

“I’d like to see if I can be hypnotized,” said Bess.

“Yeah, she could make you think you were a dog or a chicken,” said George.

“Some of these girls have gone through deep mental and physical trauma and hypnosis helps me discover the root causes of this trauma. I can then deal with it more effectively. I would never use it as a parlor trick although if Miss Marvin will allow me, perhaps I can demonstrate the technique after I take a look at her questionnaire.”

“I can hardly wait,” said Bess.

“What happens after they finish here?”

“They’re sent back home. The hope is they’ll be better prepared to deal with their home environment and get a decent job. Although with the unemployment situation as it is, I’m afraid there’s going to be a certain amount of recidivism.”

“What’s that?” said George.

“Under stress they’ll lapse back into previous behaviors which got them into trouble in the first place.”

“That sounds like a lot of work,” said Nancy. “Do you have any help coming?”

“I’ll have additional staff by the time the first young women arrive.” Nancy Drew was certainly impressed with Dr. Chang’s goals and began to greatly admire her. Perhaps, the teen detective thought, she’d been wrong in her suspicions.

After everyone had finished eating they retired to the parlor. Brianna left the room and returned with a questionnaire for each of her guests. It didn’t take long for Nancy and her friends to fill out. The doctor took the questionnaires and studied them for a few minutes each.

“I’ll give you my first impressions,” said Dr. Chang, “but they will be by no means comprehensive. In fact, you might all denounce me as a fortune teller from a traveling carnival.”

“We’d never do that, Dr. Chang,” said Nancy. Bess and George both nodded their heads in agreement.

“Very well,” said the Oriental woman. “Miss Drew, you are very logical and analytical. You could very easily follow in your father’s footsteps in the legal profession. However I don’t see you as the type to study dry legal texts.”

“I like to solve mysteries,” said Nancy.

“Perhaps a career in investigative journalism might suit you.” Nancy liked the sound of that: Nancy Drew, Investigative Reporter. Uncovering and reporting crime and corruption is her life’s goal; exposing wrongdoers and helping to bring them to justice.

“Miss Fayne, you seek to be taken as seriously as a man. I see you as a fighter for women’s rights.” George smiled and nodded her head. She was obviously pleased.

“Miss Marvin, you are a romantic. In fact, I think you’re in love with a special someone at this very moment.”

“Who’s the lucky guy, Bess,” George teased. “Is he someone we know?”

Bess blushed and said, “None of your bees wax.”

“Of course, if you were my clients, we would go into greater detail but those are just my initial impressions. There are no guarantees that I’m correct in any of this.”

“Well, you certainly impressed me, Dr. Chang,” said Nancy.

“Can you hypnotize me now?” said Bess.

“If you wish,” Dr. Chang replied.

“She can’t be made to do something against her will while in a trance, can she?” said Nancy.

“That’s a complete myth popularized by pulp magazines and the moving pictures,” the older woman replied. “The subject must have the desire to accomplish change before change can occur.”

“I’m all of a sudden a little nervous right now,” said Bess. “Maybe I could be hypnotized later?”

“But it’s too late, my dear,” Dr. Chang replied. “You’re already in a trance.”

“I am?” Bess looked as amazed at the oriental woman’s statement as Nancy and the other onlookers.

“Yes, and all that I have to do is touch your hand and you will fall into a relaxed and restful sleep hearing and responding to my voice only. Do you understand what I’ve told you, Bess?” Bess nodded her head. Nancy flinched when Madame Chang suddenly grabbed her friend’s hand and said “Sleep!” Bess closed her eyes and slumped in her chair.

“Miss Marvin is very suggestible,” said Madame Chang.

“Boy, I’ll say!” George exclaimed. “I thought you had to say ‘you’re getting sleepy’ and like that.”

“That is the best known technique for trance induction but far from the only one. The one I use saves a lot of time. In her questionnaire Miss Marvin indicated a desire to lose weight. Does she have a particular weakness?”

“Food is her weakness,” said George. Nancy couldn’t suppress a giggle at her friend’s statement.

“I can’t order the poor girl to starve herself,” said Madame Chang.

“She loves chocolate,” said Nancy. “She has a least one candy bar a day.” The Chinese woman nodded.

“Can you hear me, Bess?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“You love chocolate bars. Is that right?”

“Yes, Dr. Chang.”

“But too many chocolate bars can cause weight problems.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“From now on you will limit yourself to one chocolate bar per week as a reward for good behavior. At any other time the chocolate bar will taste bad to you. If you have a desire for a chocolate bar at any other time you will instead snack on a piece of fresh fruit or vegetable. Do you understand what I’ve told you?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“I’m going to bring you out of your trance now, Bess. You will remember everything I said while you were in trance. When I clap my hands you will awaken feeling rested, relaxed and fully alert.” The older woman clapped her hands and Bess opened her eyes and looked around.

“Was I hypnotized?”

“You sure were,” said George, “unless you were playing a game with us. How do you feel?”

“I feel fine. Does this mean I don’t have to worry about my diet anymore?”

“I wish it was that easy,” the oriental hypnotist replied. “The suggestion is in your subconscious now and your subconscious wants you to succeed. Success in achieving your goal is up to you.”

The rest of the afternoon and evening was spent touring the house and grounds. The girls got to see one of the infamous rooms where a prostitute plied her trade. It wasn’t much different from one of the converted dorm rooms except the bed was larger and the decorations were fancier.

“I haven’t seen Lester today,” said Nancy.

“Dr. Chang sent Lester on several errands today to keep him out of the way,” Brianna explained. “I’m afraid he’s on probation right now.”

“Does he live on the grounds?”

“Everyone lives on the grounds. Dr. Chang has a suite on the ground floor. I stay in a former maid quarters as does Beulah. Lester has a room above the garage. The garage was a former stable and the loft was closed off and converted. The largest out building is being converted to apartments for staff.”

“That must cost quite a bit of money,” said Nancy. “Is Dr. Chang rich?”

“She told me she has a wealthy benefactor who desires anonymity.”

The girls retired to their rooms fairly early. They were all exhausted because of the active day. Nancy and Brianna stayed in one room with Bess and George in the other. Later that night Nancy got up to use the facilities and was surprised to see Bess going downstairs. She thought about calling after her friend but didn’t want to wake the others. Still, curiosity got the better of her and she decided to follow Bess.

Bess Marvin seemed to know where she was going. She bypassed the parlor and walked down a rear hallway. She entered a door without knocking. There was a light in the room and she could hear voices but Nancy couldn’t hear what was being said. She thought about knocking at the door but instead the amateur detective bent down and peeked through the keyhole. Bess was sitting next to Dr. Chang. The Chinese woman was speaking in a low tone and Bess was listening. She wished she could hear what was she was telling Bess. Nancy’s intuition told her nothing good was being said.

“What do you think you’re doing there?” whispered a voice behind her. Nancy gasped and straightened up. Beulah was standing right next to her.

“N-nothing,” Nancy stammered.

“You were spying on Dr. Chang.”

“My friend Bess is in there with her,” Nancy replied as if that justified her.

“So you like to eavesdrop on friends? I don’t think that makes you a very good friend. Let’s find out what they think of that.”

“Please don’t tell them.” Nancy felt mortified being caught spying. The Negro maid smiled.

“I might be persuaded to keep my mouth shut.”

“I’ll give you money.”

“I’m not interested in any money.”

“What then?”

“You can start off by giving me a kiss.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“I-I’m not that way.” Nancy couldn’t believe it. Beulah was a lesbian!

“I don’t much care if you are or not.” Nancy tried to dodge around Beulah, but the Negro maid was quick. She grabbed Nancy around the waist and held her. Beulah wasn’t bigger than Nancy but she was muscular and seemed as strong as a man.

“Let go of me this instant or I’ll scream,” the outraged girl detective hissed.

“Go ahead and scream,” Beulah replied. She knew Nancy was bluffing. Beulah went to kiss the girl detective but Nancy moved her head just in time. The Negro maid just smiled. It was then that Nancy realized her robe had come open and Beulah was groping her hips. The teenage detective’s pelvis was jammed up Beulah’s pelvis and she was protected only by her thin nightgown.

“Please let go of me,” Nancy begged.

“The longer you resist the longer this will take, little one,” Beulah replied. Nancy knew she had no choice but to obey. She presented her lips to the maid who took possession of them immediately. She forced open Nancy’s mouth with her tongue. Nancy’s skin crawled with disgust. It was worse than she first feared. Beulah’s hands weren’t idle either. Nancy’s hips and bosom were victim to the maid’s roaming hands. Nancy Drew had never before experienced anything like this. She had a boyfriend Ned Nickerson who was a complete gentleman and Nancy would not have tolerated anything less from him. She allowed him to hold her hand on walks or at the moving pictures. Nancy always rewarded Ned with a chaste kiss at the end of the evening but that was all. Now she was being sexually assaulted by Madame Chang’s Negro maid. Now Beulah was licking and kissing her neck.

“I think I’ll keep you,” whispered Beulah. “Would you like that, little one?” Nancy knew better to contradict this mad woman.

“Yes, I’d like that,” said Nancy. Beulah kissed once more and finally let go of her. Nancy climbed the stairs as if in a daze. She still had to use the facilities. When she finished she looked in the mirror. There was an ugly red mark on her neck. Nancy Drew felt like crying for the first time since her mother died.

Chapter 4

Nancy thought about getting dressed and returning to River Heights and the safety of home but that would have meant waking up everyone and explaining what happened. The girl detective felt too humiliated. It would just have to wait until morning. Nancy finally drifted off into a restless sleep. When she awoke the sun was up and Brianna wasn’t in her bed.

In her compact mirror Nancy could see the ugly red mark left by Beulah was still there. If anything, it looked worse. How could she cover it up so that no one would notice? The door opened and Beulah walked in. “I see you’re finally awake, sleepyhead,” she said.

“How dare you enter my room uninvited,” Nancy exclaimed. “Get out this instant!”

“Well, you’re a little cranky this morning,” the Negro maid replied with a broad smile. She ignored Nancy’s demand that she leave. “Didn’t you sleep well?”

“If you’re not out of here in five seconds, I shall inform Dr. Chang of your insubordination and demand she dismiss you from her service. Furthermore, I shall swear out a warrant for your arrest when I return to River Heights if you so much as lay one hand on me again. Do you understand?” Beulah’s hand snaked out and slapped Nancy hard on the cheek. Before she could cry out, one hand covered Nancy’s mouth and another had her hair in a painful grip.

“I don’t like being threatened. Do you understand that?” Nancy Drew was literally nose to nose with Beulah. The girl detective had been in perilous situations before but she didn’t know how to deal with this crazy woman. She felt thoroughly intimidated. Nancy nodded her head as best she could without adding more pain to her scalp.

“I’m glad we understand each other,” the Negro maid replied. She uncovered Nancy’s mouth and then recovered it again with her own mouth. This was a repeat of the previous night and once again, Nancy had no choice but to submit to Beulah’s kisses and caresses. The girl detective swore vengeance though. Someday soon, Beulah would be paying dearly for her misdeeds. Nancy felt something slip around her neck and heard a click.

“What did you do?”

“I just put a little choker around your neck to hide that hickey, little one,” Beulah replied. “But I like to think of it as your slave collar. You’re now my property.”

“What? No! Take it off!” Nancy tugged at the choker but it refused to budge.

“It’s locked on and I have the only key, little one,” said Beulah, “and I’ll be very unhappy if you try to remove it from around your pretty neck. Now get dressed.”

“Go to blazes!” Nancy tried to push Beulah away but her adversary was much too strong. Beulah shoved Nancy’s face into a pillow and bent her over at the waist. Nancy struggled all the more but her scream was muffled by the pillow. The poor girl was confused by Beulah’s intentions when she felt her nightgown pulled to her waist and her panties down to her knees. Nancy’s rear end exploded in pain. Beulah was spanking her. Nancy Drew had never been spanked before in her entire life and now she was being hand spanked by the Negro maid as if she were a naughty child. The spanking lasted less than ten seconds but it seemed like an eternity to Nancy.

“Are you going to continue disobeying me, little one?” said Beulah.

“No!”

“Are you going to tell Dr. Chang or anyone else about this?”

“No!”

“I hope you’re telling the truth because I won’t be so gentle next time.” Nancy gasped and flinched when she felt Beulah’s fingers caressing her sex but she was too intimidated to protest. “Have any men or boys been touching your pussy?”

“N-never!”

“How about girls? One of your girlfriends downstairs?”

“No! I’m not that way. Please let go of me,” Nancy begged. “If you do I swear I’ll keep silent. I’ll leave here and you’ll never see or hear from me again.”

“But I don’t want you to disappear from my life, little one,” Beulah replied. “Our relationship is just getting started and I want it to last a long time. I understand Dr. Chang expects you girls to stay another night. That gives us more opportunity to get to know each other better. I will surely love that.”

Nancy merely nodded, but remained silent. She didn’t want to further incite Beulah by defying her. The Negro maid was causing Nancy to have the strangest feeling in her belly that weren’t altogether unpleasant despite her plight. The girl detective would rather die than surrender to her tormentor.

“I’ll guess we’ll have to stop or someone else will wonder what we’re up to. You don’t want anyone else to catch us playing girl games, do you. It’s times like this that I wished I had a dick. I’d be fucking you right about now.” The girl detective cringed when she heard that awful word. She gaped when she saw Beulah suck on the very fingers that had been abusing Nancy’s pussy.

“Please let me up,” Nancy murmured. She sighed with relief when Beulah released the girl detective from her undignified position, but gaped when she saw Beulah suck on the very fingers that had been abusing Nancy’s sex.

Nancy Drew dressed quickly after the Negro maid left. She had no intention of remaining another minute in this horrid place. Nancy would usher Bess and George out to her blue roadster and they’d be on their way to River Heights. How could Beulah stop her in front of witnesses? She regretted abandoning Brianna since she still believed her new friend was in danger but she still couldn’t prove wrongdoing by Dr. Chang. At least not yet. Nancy Drew crept down the stairs in her stocking feet. She didn’t want to attract attention that might alert Beulah. Nancy almost retreated when she heard voices. One of them belonged to the doctor and the other belonged to the Negro maid.

“You should have informed me when you caught her trying to spy on me,” snapped the Oriental woman. “I would have had the advantage.”

“Relax,” Beulah replied. “I’ve got little Miss Busybody under my thumb now. She won’t cause any more problems.”

“Don’t be too sure. Her father is a prominent attorney and could cause problems for me.”

“She won’t want to complain to her daddy about anything after I get through with her.”

“I’ll hold you personally responsible for the consequences if you fail,” said Dr. Chang. “I’ve already laid out plenty of money for this venture and I want to start earning back on my investment very soon.” They continued talking but it sounded like they were moving away. Nancy heard a door open and then close. The amateur detective peeked around the corner and then made her way to the parlor when she saw the way was clear.

“Good morning all,” Nancy said in as pleasant a voice as she could muster.

“You look like something the cat dragged in,” George commented.

“George is right,” said Bess. “Are you not feeling well, Nancy? Should we return to River Heights this morning?”

“Oh, I hope not,” Brianna said. “Madame Chang invited you here for the entire weekend, but if you’re not feeling well--”

“I feel fine. I’d like to stay another night,” Nancy replied. “I just had a restless night last night, but I think I’ll be okay.”

“I have a sleeping powder if you think that might help,” Brianna replied.

The girl detective’s plan to leave immediately had changed completely after overhearing the conversation between Dr. Chang and the maid. It was obvious the Oriental woman was aware of Beulah’s actions. It was also obvious they were both involved in some nefarious activities that the police should know about. Nancy was as determined as ever to get to the bottom of this mystery which she was positive would end in both Dr. Chang and Beulah being sent to prison for a very long time. Somehow Nancy had to gain access to her hostess’s office. There had to be answers to what this woman was up to in there.

“Is that choker new, Nancy,” George asked. “I’ve never seen that on you before.”

“Y-yes,” Nancy replied.

“It looks pretty on you.”

Beulah chose that moment to return to the parlor. Nancy noted the smirk on the colored maid’s face and swore vengeance once again. “Would you like coffee this morning, Miss?”

“Yes, please,” said Nancy. She didn’t want to be polite to this awful woman but what choice did she have? The girl detective decided it would pay to pretend that Beulah had the upper hand until she had the chance to sneak into the evil doctor’s office.

“I thought I saw you going downstairs late last night, Bess,” said Nancy. “What was that all about?”

“You must have been dreaming,” Bess replied. “I slept soundly all night.” Bess looked and sounded completely sincere. She actually didn’t recall going downstairs and walking straight into Dr. Chang’s suite. It must have been because of that hypnotic trance the evil Chinese woman put Bess under the day before. Dr. Chang seemed more sinister than ever to Nancy. The mysterious Oriental walked in and announced she had to leave for an urgent appointment.

“Do you need a ride, Doctor?” said Nancy.

“That won’t be necessary, Miss Drew,” the Chinese woman replied. “Thank you for offering. Lester has returned and will be able to drive me. Brianna will be your hostess in my absence. Beulah, of course, remains here to attend to your needs.” Nancy realized this might be her opportunity to snoop around and gather evidence against her hostess but only if she could get Beulah out of the way. A plan began to form in the girl detective’s mind. She would ask Brianna later if she could have a dose of the sleeping powder she offered.

Nancy decided against telling Bess and George about her plan. Dr. Chang had some sort of control of Bess through the hypnotic trance. She might unknowingly betray a confidence under such a trance. Was George somehow compromised also? The girl detective didn’t think so but she was unwilling to take a chance. Nancy felt bad about being so paranoid but what choice did she have?

Through subtle but careful questioning in the guise of idle curiosity, Nancy was able to learn that Dr. Chang had the only key to the office and that Brianna never had access to the locked files in the office. She also told Nancy that Beulah never left the premises if Dr. Chang wasn’t there. Nancy’s course of questioning took place out of Beulah’s presence and after Chang had left on her errand with Lester.

Nancy excused herself from her companions and casually wandered toward the office. She wanted to inspect the door lock. The girl detective was experienced in lock picking. Her father had won the acquittal of a client accused of burglary. In gratitude, the client gave Carson Drew’s daughter a set of burglary tools and the practical knowledge of how to use them. She always carried a small set of lock picks in her purse now. That was one secret she would always keep from her father. The door lock didn’t look like a problem to Nancy. Speaking of lock picks, Nancy figured it would take about five seconds to remove the choker Beulah had locked on her neck, but that would have to wait until she was away from this awful place.

“What do you think you’re doing there?” said a voice behind her.

“N-nothing,” the startled detective blurted. She whirled around and found herself in Beulah’s arms once more.

“You’re more likely to walk through that wall before you walk through that door without me knowing about it. If I find you hanging around this door without the doctor’s invitation I’m going to take you over my knee again and I don’t care who finds out. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” said Nancy. She struggled slightly but knew it was a lost cause. The young woman closed her eyes in anticipation of being kissed or groped but when nothing happened she opened her eyes and saw Beulah just smiling. “Someone may see us,” Nancy warned.

“Then you’d better get busy.” Nancy gasped when she realized Beulah wanted her to be the aggressor this time. It was bad enough having to be the unwilling recipient of the Negro maid’s lesbian lust. What Nancy really wanted to do was to spit in the woman’s eye, but hadn’t she already decided to pretend to cooperate? The young lady swallowed hard, puckered up her lips and kissed Beulah lightly on the lips.

“You’re going to have to do better than that before I let go of you. Your maiden aunt can probably kiss better than you.” Nancy didn’t have a maiden aunt but she understood the insult.

“I don’t know how,” Nancy whispered. She really didn’t. The young woman knew she was attractive but there seemed to be more than that. Romantic fantasies had never figured into Nancy’s dreams. More likely, her dreams had been filled with solving mysteries that completely baffled the police. She was a female Sherlock Holmes with Bess and George acting as her faithful Watsons.

“I’m going to teach you how,” said Beulah. “When I get through with you, you’ll make any woman in or out of the business seem like a cold fish in comparison.” Nancy shuddered when she understood what kind of business Beulah was referring to but she didn’t resist when Beulah kissed her once again and even found she was returning the kiss. They only separated when they heard footsteps coming from the parlor.

“We’re going to explore the grounds,” said George. “Do you want to come along?”

“I’ll be right with you,” Nancy replied.

Chapter 5

Nancy’s original plan to get into Dr. Chang’s office was to gain Beulah’s confidence and somehow drug her with the sleeping powder she obtained from Brianna. That didn’t seem possible now given the Negro maid’s suspicious nature. Also, being alone with Beulah was just an open invitation to another lesbian assault. There had to be another way. From the outside the girl detective noted the barred windows on the ground floor of the infamous house. The building seemed fortified.

“I saw Beulah and you kissing in the hall a little while ago,” said George casually. Nancy could feel herself blushing furiously. Bess and Brianna were walking ahead of them. They were engaged in conversation and not paying any attention to them so Nancy signaled George to follow her behind an ivy-covered wall that hid an overgrown garden. “I didn’t mean to spy but you two didn’t hear me the first time I walked in.”

“It’s not what you think,” Nancy said. “Beulah was forcing me.”

“It didn’t look like you were being forced.” Nancy knew she would have to scrap yet another plan which was to not confide in anyone. She would have to explain to George what happened, but before she could reply she found herself in George’s embrace and being kissed. The girl detective was so startled she didn’t resist. Her friend stepped back and looked ashamed. “I can’t believe I did that,” George said. “I never even had the desire to do such a thing until I saw you with that maid. But I can’t honestly say I’m sorry I did it. I’ve been in love with you for as long I can remember. I can’t speak for Bess, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you are her secret someone. Are you disgusted with me yet?”

“I’m not,” Nancy replied. “But let’s discuss this once we’re away from here. This place is evil and it’s affecting all of us.” She felt so confused. George’s kiss was gentle, unlike Beulah’s, and Nancy wanted to respond in kind.

“Then let’s get the heck out of here before it’s too late,” George said. Nancy thought George’s advice made sense but she wasn’t willing to admit defeat.

“Go ahead and take the blue roadster,” Nancy replied. “Take Bess with you. I have to find out what that evil doctor is up to. I’ll make excuses for you.”

“There’s no way we’re going to leave you here alone no matter what happens,” George responded. “So tell me what you think is going on here.”

“I have no idea yet,” Nancy admitted. “That’s why I want to get into Chang’s office to take a look around.” She related the events that occurred during the night and that morning. Nancy also told of overhearing Chang’s conversation with her maid.

“I’m usually a very light sleeper,” said George. “I don’t remember Bess getting up at all.”

“Well, I know it wasn’t my imagination and I wasn’t dreaming it. Bess really did meet with Madame Chang late last night but, she doesn’t remember that at all. I’m sure it has something to do with that hypnotic trance that evil woman put her under. What’s the matter?” George’s face suddenly became pale and it looked like she was about to faint.

“I had a bad dream last night and I’m just now recalling it.”

“What was the dream?”

“I was having sex with a man.”

“That’s not so unusual, is it?” Most single girls have those fantasies, don’t they?

“The man I was having sex with was Lester.”

“That wasn’t just a bad dream, George,” said Nancy. “That was a total nightmare.”

“It’s even scarier than that, Nancy,” George replied, her voice cracking with emotion. “I woke up sore down there this morning. I thought it was cramps, but now that I think about it, it’s the wrong time of the month.” The girl detective gasped in horror at just the possibility of what her friend was implying. What she went through with Beulah was nothing compared to being sexually assaulted by Lester.

“Surely nothing could have happened without you waking up at some point.”

“I’m not sure of anything anymore,” her friend replied. “Bess was downstairs with Dr. Chang and she doesn’t remember a thing. What if that Chinese woman somehow hypnotized me or put some kind of drug in my food or drink? I’m just plain scared now.”

“I don’t blame you,” Nancy replied. “I’ve got to get inside that office and find out what they’re hiding. And it has to be today while Chang is away.”

“With Beulah guarding that door I don’t see how it’s possible. Like she said, you’d have to be able to walk through that office wall.” Maybe I can the girl detective thought excitedly. Maybe I can. Nancy’s thoughts were interrupted by Bess and Brianna’s appearance.

“Hey, you two,” Bess called. “We turn our backs for a minute and you guys disappear.”

“I thought we were playing hide and seek,” said George. “It’s our turn to be it. You two can go hide now.”

Nancy finally recalled a detail from the newspaper article describing the raid on the house. The ringleaders were able to evade arrest by the authorities by escaping through a hidden door leading out of the office and through a tunnel that ended near the riverbank. Dr. Chang and Beulah were likely aware of the tunnel. Maybe not. Would they have taken precautions and blocked the tunnel knowing that the escape route was now public knowledge? Had they even read the article? The girl detective decided to take the chance that they had been careless. She would look for the riverbank entrance to the tunnel and work her way back to Chang’s office.

Nancy steered her friends toward the riverbank so she could look for clues to the tunnel entrance. It was surprisingly easy to find for the trained eye. A slightly worn path that even the winter snow or the spring rain could not entirely obliterate began at the river’s edge and led to a stand of trees before disappearing. She was sure the tunnel entrance was hidden there.

“I need to do some exploring,” Nancy said, “but if I disappear Beulah will be sure to notice.”

“I’ll cover for you,” George replied.

“Thanks. I’m just not sure how we’ll do it yet. Beulah comes looking for us about every five minutes and I’m sure it’s to keep an eye on me.”

“I’ll distract her.”

“With what?”

“Listen,” said George, “you may be pretty, but I’m not exactly chopped liver.”

“I couldn’t let you do that.” The girl detective was appalled at her friend’s suggestion. “It’s too dangerous.”

“You seem to have survived the ordeal. Besides, you haven’t come up with a better idea.” Nancy remained silent and George said, “Who knows? I might like it.”

“I don’t like this a bit,” said Nancy. “When shall we do it?”

“I’m hungry,” said Bess.

“We didn’t eat that long ago,” Brianna teased.

“Hey, don’t discourage a growing girl,” said George. “Now is as good a time as any,” she told Nancy.

“Now is a good time as any for what,” Bess asked.

“Now is a good time as any to have a snack, dear cousin,” George replied.

“I’m not actually that hungry,” Bess stage whispered. “I’m kind of sore in an unmentionable place.” Nancy and George exchanged looks and they started walking back to the mansion.

Nancy couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing even though she expected it. George was subtly flirting with Beulah while the Negro maid was serving snacks. Her friend “accidentally” brushed Beulah’s hand at one point and gave her a coy smile. It seemed to be working. Beulah was more attentive to George even though Bess and Brianna didn’t seem to notice. The colored lesbian did her own share of “accidentally” brushing up against George. Finally George made an excuse and left the parlor. From where the girl detective was sitting, she could see George sit down at the foot of the staircase and lift her skirt above her stocking tops. She pretended to fiddle with a garter strap making sure Beulah was getting a nice view.

Beulah was taking the bait. She stood stock still while George displayed her charms and then a beckoning smile. Beulah left the remaining group without another word. Nancy saw George and Beulah speak briefly and then climb the stairs together. As soon as they disappeared Nancy sprung into action. “I have to get something from the automobile,” she said to no one in particular.

“We’ll still be here,” said Bess as she munched on her second cupcake. Nancy hurried to her blue roadster and grabbed a flashlight out of her tool box and an extra lock pick. It was too dangerous to go upstairs to retrieve her purse. Beulah might hear her. She wished she’d brought her revolver, but she left it home. She originally thought this was going to be a social occasion.

Nancy raced to where she believed the riverside tunnel entrance began. It wasn’t hidden that well; behind some dead plant debris. She felt the cool air emanating from the tunnel. The girl detective’s flashlight lifted the gloomy darkness a few feet in front of her. The tunnel appeared well-built with stone walls and floor. The ceiling was reinforced with heavy timbers. Two people could easily walk abreast and not have to crouch. It was a straight shot to the mansion with just a few side tunnels with piles of broken glass which were once bottles filled with illicit liquor. Nancy didn’t linger. She was on a mission and had very little time to spare.

The passage widened a bit when Nancy reached some stairs, really not much more than a ladder. She figured to be underneath the house now and started climbing until it ended at a small platform and a blank wall. The girl detective hoped this wasn’t a wild goose chase and led where she hoped it led. Her love of mystery stories told her that if she pressed a certain brick a hidden door would slide open and allow her to pass through. Eureka! It happened just she suspected. A catch released and a narrow door opened slightly. Nancy slipped through to a small closet which opened to reveal a part of the house Nancy hadn’t been in yet, the evil doctor’s private study.

The room was luxuriously appointed with Persian carpets and a Tiffany lamp atop a teak wood roll-top desk. There were Oriental antiques throughout, but Nancy didn’t have time to admire the decor. She had to discover the mysterious Chinese woman’s secret plan and gather evidence which she could take to the authorities. And do it quickly. Nancy hoped George was all right. She was sure George couldn’t realize what she was in for by allowing the Negro maid to seduce her. She’d never forgive herself if George came to harm at the hands of the colored lesbian.

The unlocked drawers held nothing of interest to Nancy. However there was a locked file drawer and the girl detective set about the task of unlocking it with her pick. It took longer than Nancy would have liked. She could feel beads of sweat forming on her brow, but the young woman finally heard a satisfying click. The drawer pulled open and Nancy began to skim the files.

“Holy mackerel!” Nancy gasped after a few minutes. This stuff would be sending the evil doctor to prison for a very long time if not the rest of her life. Nancy heard a slight noise and looked up. The doctor herself was standing in the doorway looking very upset. She was holding a snub-nosed revolver and the business end was pointed right at Nancy.

Chapter 6

“Put your hands up and move away from the desk,” Dr. Chang ordered the girl detective. Nancy obeyed. This is no time to berate myself for carelessness thought Nancy. She had to figure a way out of this mess and get her friends out of danger too.

“How did you get in here?” So, she didn’t know about the secret door to her office.

“I just sort of wandered in,” Nancy replied. “I think the door must have been left unlocked.”

“I doubt that. Where’s Beulah?”

“I’m not sure. I don’t keep track of your domestic staff. Good help is so hard to find these days, don’t you agree? By the way, I don’t think that’s going to be one of your main worries since you’ll most probably be spending the next 20 years of your life in prison. Perhaps Beulah and you can share a prison cell.”

“I seem to have underestimated you, Miss Drew,” said Dr. Chang. The Chinese woman smiled. “To me you just seemed an overly curious teenager and could be easily dismissed.”

“Others have made that mistake,” said Nancy.

“Yes,” the older woman agreed. “Then my informants told me you were making inquiries about my activities here. That’s when I decided to have Brianna invite you and your friends over for a weekend visit. My original goal was to compromise and corrupt you and your friends so you’d be obliged to stay out of my way. Then I found out you were abusing my hospitality by spying on me. Now there is this additional outrage: burglarizing my private quarters. I cannot forgive this.”

“You’re right, Dr. Chang. I suggest you call the authorities and have me arrested.”

“You won’t think this is so amusing when you find out what I have planned for you, young lady,” the Chinese woman replied.

“There are plenty of people who know where we are,” Nancy said. “If anything happens to us you’ll be in even deeper trouble than you already are now.”

“I already have contingency plans prepared, Miss Drew. I won’t allow anyone to interfere with my efforts to help these girls.”

“And how is sending unfortunate women to work in brothels actually helping them?”

“I see you’ve even had time to read my confidential files.” The girl detective noted with some satisfaction that Chang looked unsettled that her secret had been exposed. “I only use the girls who show the right aptitude for that profession; hence, the testing. Of course, the ideal candidate is also comely and charming. After proper training and indoctrination they’re employed at a good wage and I make a profit. Quite a few of them send money home to their families.”

“That’s not helping them,” Nancy retorted. “That’s exploiting them. What you’re doing is illegal and immoral. You’re just taking advantage of their helplessness.”

“That’s fine talk from someone who has most probably never missed a meal in her entire life. Many of these girls were already selling their bodies on the streets for little more than crusts of bread. Often they were cheated of even that because they had no one to care for them or defend them.”

“Your lawyer can try using that line of defense in front of a judge and jury at your trial but I don’t think it’ll work.”

“You seem to forget who is holding the gun,” the Oriental woman replied. There was a knock on the door and Lester entered the office.

“Hey, that chubby bitch ate all the cupcakes,” Lester complained. “Oops!” he added when he saw the girl detective.

“Never mind that,” said Dr. Chang. “We have a problem. Go find Beulah then bring Brianna and our other two guests with you.”

“Right away,” Lester replied. He leered and winked at Nancy before leaving. Nancy could feel her skin crawl. Would Dr. Chang allow that hoodlum to rape her too? For the first time the girl detective could feel her bravado falter. She was frightened for herself as well as her friends.

“I’ll make a deal with you,” said Nancy.

“I believe you are not in any position to make a deal,” Madame Chang replied, “however, I will listen to what you have to offer with great interest.”

“You let us all go and I promise not to report you to the authorities until 24 hours have elapsed. That will give you and your henchmen time enough to clear out.”

The Chinese woman chuckled. “Is that what you have to offer, Miss Drew? It doesn’t very sound good to me, so no thank you. For the trouble you’ve caused me I’ve decided to turn you and your friends into little whores and put you all to work for me.”

“That will never happen. We’ll never submit to you.”

“Don’t be so certain of that,” the evil woman said. “I possess a rare drug for especially hard cases which makes the recipient quite tractable.” Nancy shivered at the prospect of being drugged and made helpless. At that moment George and Beulah walked in followed by Lester. Each woman had a sheet wrapped around her body in an attempt to protect her modesty.

“You should have seen what these two were doing,” said Lester. “I was completely disgusted. It was a shame to interrupt them. Heh heh!” Beulah stared down at the floor ashamed and perhaps afraid to meet her mistress’s angry glare.

“Well, why didn’t you join us Lester,” George said with a sexy smile.

“I should have,” Lester replied with a lascivious grin of his own.

“Silence!” Dr. Chang ordered. George was defiant though. She stepped over to Lester and put her arms around the middle aged man.

“There’s something I’ve always wanted to do with you ever since we met, Lester honey,” George cooed.

“What’s that, sweetie?” George responded by kneeing the unfortunate man in his genitals. Nancy was taken by surprise when Lester fell to the floor and started writhing and moaning in pain. The next thing she knew George had turned and tackled Beulah shoving the maid into her employer. Dr. Chang lost her balance and fell to the floor but she still retained control of the weapon.

“Run, Nancy! Get help!” George screamed as she struggled with the colored maid. Nancy’s first impulse was to attack Dr. Chang, but the angry Chink was still keeping a wary eye on Nancy even as she tried to disengage herself from the two squirming adversaries. George was right. It was time to run for help. Nancy darted for the door. The girl detective heard angry screams from the three women and then a shot rang out. Nancy prayed that George was all right, but she kept running.

“Run!” Nancy shouted as she ran past Bess and Brianna. They looked alarmed and confused but Nancy didn’t have time to explain. As she ran out the front door Nancy looked back and could see Beulah already in pursuit and moving fast. The ebony woman was completely naked. Her black beauty briefly startled Nancy then she started running again. There was a spare ignition key hidden in the blue roadster but with no time to retrieve it, the girl detective would have to make her escape on foot. But to where?

Nancy made for the river. It wasn’t especially deep; too shallow for commercial traffic. It was mainly used by recreational fishermen and pleasure boaters. The girl detective was a strong swimmer and could easily make it across even with her clothes still on. The young woman barely had time to remove her shoes before Beulah caught up with and made a grab for Nancy ... and missed. Nancy leaped into the water.

“Come back here,” Beulah screamed in rage. Nancy ignored her and began to swim for the opposite shore. There was a farmhouse a mile or so downstream. She would make her way there and ask for assistance. Nancy heard a splash and noticed Beulah had jumped into the icy cold water. She was swimming after Nancy ... or at least trying to. It looked like Beulah was no swimmer and Nancy could tell she was in trouble even before she started screaming for help.

Nancy Drew’s natural human compassion caused her to reverse course and swim to Beulah’s rescue. The Negro maid might have committed criminal acts but Nancy couldn’t let the poor woman drown. She hoped the prison system would reform both Beulah and Madame Chang so they could eventually lead lives of law-abiding citizens. Even Lester could be reformed given the proper guidance and a thousand years in prison for raping her friends.

“Relax,” said Nancy as she reached her struggling adversary. Fear and panic was written over her face. “I won’t let you drown. Just relax.”

“Save me. Please!” Beulah begged. She allowed Nancy to pull her back to shore. “I knew you wouldn’t let me drown. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

“You’re quite wel--.” Something was wrong. Instead of a look of gratitude, there was a wicked gleam in Beulah’s eyes and a mischievous smile on her face. Nancy started to pull away, but Beulah held on to her.

“I can swim just fine, but you had too much of a head start on me,” Beulah gloated.

“You tricked me!” Nancy protested and struggled in Beulah’s arms in an effort to escape, but to no avail. The Negro maid flipped Nancy over on her back, straddled her and administered a quick slap to each cheek. That took the fight right out of the unfortunate lass. She didn’t even protest when Beulah stripped Nancy down to her waist exposing her breasts. What was the use of protesting? Nancy didn’t think her humiliation could get much worse until Beulah scooted up until the colored woman’s sex was directly over Nancy’s face. The negress used two fingers to spread her vaginal labia.

“Use your tongue to get me off,” Beulah demanded. “Now!”

“Never!” Nancy retorted and then screamed in pain as her captor reached behind her back and squeezed the girl detective’s nipple. “Please don’t make me do this,” Nancy begged as she wept tears of pain and despair. Her plea only succeeded in receiving more excruciating pain as Beulah once again squeezed her unfortunate victim’s nipple. Nancy’s tongue snaked out and tentatively licked at the black woman’s bright pink inner flesh.

“Harder! Faster!” Beulah demanded. “That’s right, little one,”the colored woman cooed as Nancy sped up the tempo of her licking. “You’re learning your place and that place is beneath me making my pussy feel good and whatever else I desire.”

“Are you having fun,” Nancy heard Lester ask.

“The best,” Beulah replied. “How about you? Are you feeling okay? Is everything under control in the house?”

“I’m not okay, but thanks for asking. I think I’ll be out of commission for a couple of days. I would have kicked that bitch’s teeth in if the boss hadn’t stopped me. And everything else is in control inside. Nothing like a gun pointed at them to get everyone’s undivided attention.”

Nancy stopped her oral task to listen to the two miscreants. But when the teen detective felt Beulah merely caress her already sore tit flesh the young woman resumed and redoubled her efforts to pleasure the colored maid. That didn’t stop Nancy from swearing personal vengeance against Dr. Chang and her gang of evil doers. It sounded like her friends were still unharmed at least.

“And don’t get too attached to this one,” Lester said. “Our Chink boss has special plans for her.”

“That’s too bad,” Beulah responded. “I think I’m in love with her, but it’s not like more talent won’t be arriving soon.”

“That’s the right attitude to have. They’re all replaceable. C’mon. We gotta get moving. The boss is already upset enough. I’m just glad you caught the little troublemaker. By the way, I disabled her blue roadster in case she tries to make a run for it again.”

Beulah helped Nancy up and took her by the arm. Lester took her by the other arm and the two miscreants escorted their captive back into the house. The young woman was not allowed to don her ruined blouse and remained naked above her waist. Nancy’s modesty was not one of her top priorities. She had to think of a way to save herself and her friends, but could not come up with any new ideas.

Nancy gasped when she saw Bess, George and Brianna sitting together on a sofa stripped naked. Bess and Brianna looked scared and were trying to cover their privates. George wasn’t trying to hide anything and just looked angry.

“Leave them alone,” the girl detective demanded.

“Whether I leave them alone or not is up to you,” Chang replied.

“What do you want?”

“Your full and complete cooperation.”

“I’ll never cooperate with the likes of you,” Nancy sneered.

“Indeed?”

“Yes, indeed,” Nancy responded. She was adamant on that.

“You know I could always use that drug I mentioned on your friends. The drug takes effect in less than five minutes after the injection. After that they will be fully under my control. Disobedience or betrayal will be unthinkable to them.”

“Please don’t.”

“Whether I do or don’t is up to you.”

“If we’re not home by tomorrow evening our families will alert the police and they will come here first.”

“A lot can happen from now until then,” the evil Madame Chang said. “Do you not realize how badly Lester wants to hurt George? Do you not realize how easy it would be to break the spirit of someone as vulnerable as Bess? How do you think Brianna’s parents will feel when they receive compromising photographs of their dear daughter? How will your father’s legal practice be affected when similar photographs of you are sent to the newspapers?”

“Please! Do what you want with me, but leave my friends and family out of this.” Nancy knew she was begging now, but the poor girl couldn’t help it.

“Your willingness to sacrifice yourself is admirable. Well, then if you submit to me completely you, George and Bess will be home by tomorrow afternoon. Brianna will stay here and her sole duty will be to perform clerical tasks. No harm will come to any of you as long as you continue to cooperate. I am not interested in any further negotiations. Of course, if anything does go wrong anytime in the future, I will then assume you were responsible.”

The teenage detective realized the evil Dr. Chang’s goal was to force Nancy to actively aid and abet the woman’s criminal enterprise. It was bad enough just turning a blind eye to it all, but this went against every moral standard she held. No solutions immediately came to mind. Nancy finally nodded acknowledging her defeat. “I agree. What do you want me to do?”

“We are going to celebrate our agreement,” said Dr. Chang. “A particular kind of celebration. There will be a wedding ceremony with you as the bride and a wedding night to follow.” Nancy’s heart sunk. She looked at Lester who snickered and leered. She shuffled into Beulah’s arms as if that would protect her from the middle aged hoodlum.

“Ain’t that sweet.” The colored maid giggled. “Little Nancy prefers me over Lester.”

Madame Chang smiled. “Don’t worry about Lester, Miss Drew. I will be your groom.”

Nancy was visibly relieved. She thought she could handle another lesbian encounter. Be prepared for humiliating treatment like she was with Beulah she told herself. The teen detective just hoped it wouldn’t be as painful.

“Bathe and prepare the bride,” the oriental crime boss told Beulah.

“I can bathe myself,” Nancy protested.

“You have no choice,” the evil woman responded before walking away.

Nancy would normally have welcomed a relaxing hot bath as long as it was in her own home and in private. But this bath was far from from relaxing and not at all private. Beulah was “assisting” Nancy. The colored maid insisted on scrubbing the teenager’s back and then caressing every part of her body with a constant smirk on her face. Nancy had no choice but to tolerate it and she struggled to suppress groans of pleasure due to Beulah’s expert manipulations.

“You like that, huh?” Nancy remained silent, but bowed her head in shame and humiliation. After her bath Nancy was attired with a white wedding veil, stockings, garter belt and high-heeled shoes. “Where’s the dress?”

“You are about as dressed as you’re going to get, girl,” Beulah responded with a giggle. “You’re wearing what’s known as a whore’s wedding dress. We had pretend weddings here all the time as an extra service for our clients.”

Bess, George and Brianna walked in. All three women were as naked as she was. They seemed resigned to their nudity.

“Gosh, Nancy,” Bess said. “You make a lovely bride.” George and Brianna both nodded their heads and smiled.

“Guess what,” said George. “The three of us are going to be your bride’s maids.”

Brianna said, “I’m sorry you have to go through something like this, Nancy. I was completely taken in by Dr. Chang.”

“We all were, Brianna,” Nancy responded. “I’m not blaming you for any of this.”

Well, this was far from what Nancy imagined her wedding day to be like. Lester walked in holding a camera and started taking pictures. It was a professional’s camera of the type newspaper photographers used. Madame Chang now had her compromising photographs. Blackmail material! The evil man insisted Nancy smile with each pose.

“I got some nice shots of their bearded clams, too. Heh heh! I think I’ll have them framed.”

Besides being the wedding photographer Lester was also officiated at the so-called wedding. Nancy spat out her “I do” as if she were cursing which the amateur detective certainly felt like doing. There were no rings exchanged.

“I now pronounce you two married,” Lester solemnly proclaimed. “You may kiss the bride. Uh, which one of you is the groom?”

“I shall assume the role of the groom,” the evil doctor said and leaned in to kiss Nancy’s unresponsive lips. Dr. Chang didn’t seem to mind her bride’s lack of affection. “You may call me Beatrice from now on my darling wife.”

Bess wiped at some tears. “I always cry at weddings.”

“I’ll just cry at my own wedding,” George responded.

“My turn to kiss the bride,” Lester called.

“If you so much as lay a finger on me,” Nancy snarled, “I will finish what George started. Understand?”

Lester flinched. “Christ on a crutch! Why are you bitches so hostile?”

“You raped my friends and have the gall to ask that question?”

“I did? That’s news to me,” Lester said. “It must have slipped my mind. When did this glorious event take place?”

Dr. Chang giggled. “It was all an illusion. I made Bess and George believe they had been raped by you with a little hypnotic trance work.”

“Thanks a lot. Could you have at least made them believe they enjoyed me raping them?”

“Sorry,” the evil woman responded. “I thought you’re the type who doesn’t care either way.”

“Heh! You’re right. Forget I said anything.”

Bess asked, “Does this mean I wasn’t raped and I’m still a virgin?”

“No, it just means Lester didn’t rape you. Someone else did.”

“But who,” Nancy demanded. She wasn’t aware of any other man on the premises.

“I did,” Dr. Chang admitted.

“What? That’s impossible!”

“Is it, Nancy? I suppose if I were a normal woman that would be true. But I have a little extra something.” Beatrice Chang pulled open a kimono-type robe she was wearing and exposed a PENIS? It was already erect and pointing straight at the horrified amateur detective. It looked as threatening as the gun that had been pointed at her.

Chapter 7

Nancy blanched while feelings of shock, fear and disgust raced through her mind. “You’re a ... a--”

“A freak of nature? An abomination?” Dr. Chang suggested. “I’ve been called those names and many other things. The proper term is hermaphrodite. That means I was born with both male and female genitals. I was raised as a boy because male children are much preferred over females in China. That continued until my brother was born. He was a normal male and so I was no longer the heir apparent to the family business. When I started growing breasts I suggested to my parents they send me away to Europe to study. They were glad to do it and be rid of me. I know you’ll be pleased to know that everything is in working order so there will be no problem consummating our marriage instead of just playing silly girl games like you were doing with Beulah.”

“I’m not going to consummate anything with you,” Nancy exclaimed.

“Oh dear. We’ve only been married a few minutes and we’re already having our first quarrel. I do hate to bicker. I thought we had an agreement.”

“You left out an important detail from this so-called agreement.”

“You have all the details you need,” the evil doctor responded. “Namely, the photographs. The film will be developed within the next few days with plenty of prints available soon after.”

Nancy realized she was trapped. “Fine,” the teen sleuth sneered. “Let’s get this thing over with, but I guarantee you neither of us will enjoy it.”

“Well,” Dr. Chang responded. “I was hoping for a mutually romantic experience for us, but it sounds like you want to make things difficult. No matter. I have long since learned to be adaptable. Sorry to disappoint you, but I fully expect to enjoy myself. Just not as I originally intended.”

The evil doctor snapped her fingers. Lester and Beulah grabbed Nancy and forced her to bend over a nearby table. Straps were attached to her wrists and ankles. The other ends of the straps were buckled onto the table legs. The teen sleuth realized she was totally helpless, exposed and vulnerable. She felt a hand caress her sex causing the mortified sleuth to wiggle her behind as much as was possible given her restraints. Not from pain or discomfort, but that same strange feeling of pleasure deep in her belly when Beulah caressed her there.

“You’re very responsive,” said Dr. Chang.

“She’s a hot little number all right,” Beulah added. “Ready to breed.” Ready to breed? Nancy wanted to scream, yell and curse. Not that it would do any good. There was no way she wanted to be knocked up. Could she appeal to reason?

“You really shouldn’t want to do this, Beatrice.”

“I shouldn’t? Please give me one good reason why I shouldn’t exercise my marital rights with my beautiful bride.”

“Well, if you insist on having um ... sexual relations with me, I could get pregnant. If I get pregnant it will definitely be a problem for me and for you by the way. My father will demand to know who the uh ... father is. Even if I keep my mouth shut and I refuse to tell him that doesn’t mean he won’t find out anyway. Bess, for instance, could tell him. She is quite a gossip, you know.”

“I am?” Bess asked.

“You are,” George responded.

“Well, even if I am I certainly don’t want my parents to see those awful photographs. I know when to keep my mouth shut.”

“You’re not helping, cousin.”

“I’m not? Oh.”

“And another thing,” Nancy continued. “If you get me pregnant I’ll get sent away to have the baby and I won’t be around to assist you in whatever you want to do.”

“You make some very good points, Nancy,” Beatrice responded. “But I guess we are just going to have to take our chances.”

“What does that mean?” The girl detective felt something hard beginning to push its way inside her pussy. It didn’t feel like a finger. “Hey! Stop! Please! Use a condom,” Nancy begged. The Chinese hermaphrodite ignored the unfortunate girl’s plea. A shriek of pain and outrage announced to everyone Nancy was no longer a virgin.

“I don’t like to use condoms,” Dr. Chang muttered and began thrusting in and out of her victim. “And before you ask, I don’t like to pull out either.”

“Congratulations on losing your cherry,” Beulah said as she knelt down next to the bound girl. Nancy groaned once more in humiliation. It was bad enough to be raped, but to also have an audience during the sexual assault was a thousand times worse.

“For pity’s sake,” Nancy whined. “Will you please leave the room? Everyone?”

“It seems like there’s not much pity going around,” Beulah responded. “Nobody’s leaving. Not even your friends. I guess everyone wants to see little Nancy get bred.” The colored maid brushed away tears coursing down the young woman’s cheeks. It felt oddly comforting to the young captive though it didn’t do much to distract Nancy from Chang rutting into her. Oh gosh! Nancy thought. It’s starting to feel good.

Beulah continued to taunt the titian-haired beauty. “Too bad you couldn’t leave well enough alone after I tried to warn you off. Then it would have been just me and you. No danger of getting pregnant from licking my pussy, right? We would have had so much fun. But no, you just had to snoop some more and now look at you. Being used as a brood mare. I can hardly wait until I see your tits start leaking milk. Well anyway, I think I found a replacement for you with George. We have sort of taken a shine to each other,” she added with a giggle.

In a whisper Beulah said, “I think Bess and Brianna are potential converts to girl love too. We’ll see.” The evil doctor seemingly ignored the colored maid’s monologue with Nancy and just continued rutting into the girl detective. Some minutes later Dr. Chang’s sped up her thrusts.

Beulah said, “You know, I do believe the good doctor might be getting ready to cum inside you. Filling you up with baby-making sperm. She is going to knock you up good. So good.”

“Please no,” Nancy whined.

“Look on the bright side. You’ll be giving birth to strong, healthy babies. I’m sure they will be smart and beautiful, too. Just like their mama,” Beulah said. “They might even be born with something a little extra just like their ‘daddy’,” she cackled. The colored maid’s words somehow pushed Nancy over the brink.

“Ugh! Ugh!” The teen detective bellowed in a most unladylike manner as her cum hit her. Beatrice grunted also and Nancy felt a warm wetness deep in her belly. She tried to recall everything she knew about preventing an unwanted pregnancy, but only came up with the admonition from Mrs. Gruen for her to keep her knees together until after she was legally married. Well, that advice wasn’t going to do her any good now. Nancy could only hope it wasn’t her fertile time, but she never had a reason to keep track of it. Nancy thought it was about two weeks before her next period was due. Was that bad? She felt Beatrice withdraw her penis.

“I knew you would be wrong, Nancy. I did enjoy myself after all,” Beatrice declared.

“Look. It’s all coming out now,” Bess said. “And it’s sort of pink!”

“May I be released if you please?”

“The pink is from the little bit of blood loss mixed in with the semen when Nancy lost her virginity,” the evil doctor instructed while ignoring Nancy’s request. “Enough sperm will remain inside her vagina to do its job which is to locate and impregnate her egg.” The girl detective suddenly felt like she was a specimen in a biology classroom.

“Does that mean Nancy might be pregnant,” George asked. “And what about Bess and me? We might be pregnant, too?”

“It’s possible,” the evil doctor responded. “All three of you might be pregnant or none of you. We won’t know for certain until one or more of you start showing symptoms. Shall I keep on trying with you and Bess?”

“You promised to leave them alone,” Nancy shouted. She wished she could see what was going on behind her, but she was stuck looking directly ahead and the only person she could see was Beulah who was smirking at her. A couple of more flashes told Nancy Lester was still taking pictures. “None of us are ready for motherhood.”

“It’s a scary thought, but we might have to get used to the possibility,” George said.

“We’ll talk about it later,” Beatrice responded. “Right now I want to turn my attention back to my lovely bride. We still have a long night ahead of us.”

“What? I thought you were finished with me.”

“Not yet.” The amateur detective could only despair as she felt the evil hermaphrodite’s dick slide into her pussy to rape her once again. At least the physical pain had lessened. The only mental relief Nancy felt was when Dr. Chang ordered the spectators to leave the room. Beatrice Chang started crooning vague and random words and phrases into Nancy’s ears as they fucked. “Relax. Enjoy. Accept. Obey. Submit. Surrender. Love. Only me. Resistance is futile.” On and on. Nancy realized that Dr. Chang must be trying to hypnotize her. Well, that wouldn’t work with her at all or her name wasn’t Nancy Drew. She would resist the evil doctor’s attempts to mesmerize her with every fiber of her being.

At some point Nancy must have fallen unconscious. When she woke up it was the next morning free of her bonds feeling rested, relaxed and fully alert despite her ordeal. It did take a moment for her to realize she was naked and not alone. Beatrice Chang lay beside her.

“Good morning, Nancy.”

“Good morning, Beatrice,” the young woman responded and accepted a lingering kiss from her so called husband. “I have to use the toilet.” Nancy wondered if she had been drugged. She didn’t recall being released and getting in bed with Beatrice. After using the facilities she looked around for something to wear. Nothing.

“It’s still early,” Beatrice said. “Come back to bed.” Nancy shrugged her shoulders and obeyed. She was immediately embraced and could feel the hermaphrodite’s prick hardening getting ready to mate with the amateur detective once again. The young woman spread her legs to accommodate Beatrice as she mounted her bride. It now seemed natural to her. Nancy felt the prick slide in easily. No pain or discomfort any more. Pleasant. Beatrice was setting a leisurely pace as she started rutting into Nancy’s body.

“You’re allowing us to leave this morning, right?”

“I intend to abide by our agreement. You, George and Bess are free to leave as soon as Lester replaces that part he took from your blue roadster. He left late last night to get those photographs developed and printed. He should be back before noon.”

Nancy blushed. The blackmail photographs. “You tried to hypnotize me, didn’t you.”

“I did,” Beatrice responded. “Did it work?”

“Of course it didn’t. I knew what you were trying to do right from the start.”

“I admit I tried to hypnotize you on the sly, but I guess you’re too smart for me. Fortunately I have those photographs to keep you from turning me in.” Nancy missed the evil doctor’s smirk. Nancy was indeed a very smart young woman, but her intelligence would not protect her from the influence of hypnotic suggestion. In fact intelligent people were rather easy to influence simply because they refused to believe they could be affected. Nancy was on the road to corruption if Beatrice Chang had anything to say about it. Nancy already seemed to be affected by a couple of hypnotic suggestions that were used the night before. Nancy was unlikely to succumb to all her suggestions without reinforcement so that was a must even if it had to be done slowly. And often. Beatrice hoped it would make her mentor, Dr. Fu Manchu, proud of her.

“I’m so glad we’ll be seeing so much more of each other, darling,”

“You have that wrong,” Nancy responded. “After today I’m never returning here and I hope to never see you ever again.”

“Oh? What did you think ‘full and complete cooperation’ means?”

“Couldn’t we communicate by telephone or by post?”

“Both methods are notoriously insecure. You and I are going to meet here here regularly. Do you understand?”

“Will you at least allow me time to visit with Brianna when I’m here?”

“Of course. Bess and George are welcome also. I’m certain Beulah would like to see you also.” Nancy’s pussy twitched which Dr. Chang felt. “You like that idea? Thinking about cheating on me already? I’m just teasing. I promise I won’t be jealous as long as you as long as I’m the only one you love.

“No! I don’t know. I’m not sure of anything right now except that I know I don’t love you.”

“Yet,” Dr. Chang responded with a smile. “I understand how you might feel that way, Nancy, but your feelings may change to love right now. Place your legs on my shoulders. I’m going to cum inside you this way.”

The new position felt strange to Nancy. It made the young woman feel just as helpless as when she was strapped down but this way was exciting to her. The amateur detective rationalized her agreeable behavior because of the need to protect herself and her friends. It wouldn’t always be this way. She would find a way to bring Dr. Beatrice Chang and her subordinates to justice. In the meantime it was best to just lie back and enjoy the huge cum that was imminent. Both women moaned and grunted in delight as they came.

“Bear my child,” Beatrice Chang muttered. It was like a command and Nancy’s pussy twitched again as she imagined her belly swelling with the evil doctor’s spawn and giving birth to a half breed child. No! Impossible. The amateur detective’s plans for the future didn’t include children for a long time and certainly not without a husband. And it certainly didn’t help that Nancy was a rape victim and her rapist was a hermaphrodite. There would be a scandal if an unmarried Nancy Drew did fall pregnant. Nancy knew her father’s love for her was unconditional, but he certainly would be disappointed in her. Especially if she kept mum on the circumstances and identity of the father. She was unsure of everyone else.

George and Bess wouldn’t abandon her unless it was at the behest of parental authority. After all, they both still lived at home just like Nancy. Of course the scandal would be much worse if they turned up pregnant also. Ironically Mrs. Gruen was lately talking up racial purity advocated by someone named Hitler, a politician in her native Germany. Nancy couldn’t imagine their longtime housekeeper sticking around if she gave birth to a mixed race child.

“How can I love you after you raped me and my friends? And your evil plans for these poor women? I should be hating you instead of loving you.”

“And yet you love me anyway. Proud to be my wife.” Nancy looked confused for a moment, shrugged her shoulders and kept silent. Still, she snuggled closer to the evil doctor.

“But what if I’m pregnant?”

“No need to worry,” the evil doctor soothed. “Beulah and I were just teasing you. There is no way I can get you pregnant.”

Nancy sighed in relief. That was one big worry off her mind. Beatrice couldn’t get her pregnant.

Beatrice lied when she assured Nancy she couldn’t get her pregnant. The scheming mesmerizer was already the sire of a couple of brats as proof, but just didn’t want Nancy to worry about it. If and when Nancy fell pregnant it would be too late for the young woman to do anything about it. More importantly, she wouldn’t care by the time the evil doctor finished with Nancy’s mental conditioning which was making good progress. Of course, Carson Drew was another matter. Beatrice was certain Nancy’s father would launch a search for the culprit who knocked up his daughter. Beatrice decided to take the initiative.

“Nancy, I want you to introduce me to your father. I want to discuss some legal matters with him and perhaps retain his services.”

“He won’t do anything illegal or unethical for you.”

“I wouldn’t dream of asking him to do anything illegal or unethical,” Dr. Chang responded. “Don’t worry so. It’s purely legitimate.” Nancy nodded her head, but Beatrice could tell the young woman still harbored doubts. Beatrice had seen Carson Drew’s photograph in the newspaper. She knew he was a handsome widower who was probably in the sights of every eligible woman in the state. Beatrice wondered why he hadn’t remarried or if he had a secret girlfriend. It would be quite a challenge to bring the famed attorney under her influence, but a worthwhile quest. Bring him under your spell also. Seduce him. Hypnotize Carson Drew into ignoring your penis. I have a vagina, thought Dr. Chang, although it has not yet been put to use. Dr. Chang giggled to herself. That is quite a fantasy. Well, if nothing else, I’ll get him to accept his grandchild be it by hook or by crook. I have leverage. The photographs.

Dr. Chang had put Nancy under several deep hypnotic trances during the previous evening. She was still showing some resistance to the suggestions and instructions, but not enough to worry about. She rather admired the strong-willed young woman for it. Far from the easiest subject the evil doctor had ever worked with, but still manageable. It wouldn’t hurt to give Nancy another training session. “Time to sleep, Nancy.”

When Nancy awoke from her hypnotic training session Dr. Chang gave her a nightgown to wear. It only came down to mid thigh and didn’t hide anything. The evil doctor’s sperm-laden semen was leaking down the young woman’s thighs which she ignored because Beatrice said it looked sexy. Beulah was the first person Nancy saw when she exited Beatrice’s personal quarters. She allowed the colored maid to embrace her and kiss her on the lips.

“Good morning, little one. How does it feel to be a married woman?” Nancy knew it would be a waste of breath to point out that it wasn’t a real wedding so she just shrugged her shoulders.

“I suppose I should be more respectful of you since you’re now the boss lady’s wife so I won’t be telling you lick my pussy anymore. Maybe I should be the one licking your pussy.” Nancy could feel herself blushing. And leaking from her pussy even more.

“You will do that for me?”

“I will, but I can’t spare the time right now. You should go upstairs and have one of your friends do you.”

“What do you mean?”

“What I mean is that me and the girls had a little party while you were otherwise occupied. It took just a bit of watered down liquor and some encouragement before all of us were loving each other. I didn’t have to use any force at all. All the while they were wishing aloud that you were with them,” Beulah declared.

“Go up there and see for yourself,” the colored lesbian whispered. “They’re waiting for you. They want you. Make them yours.”

Nancy was sure Beulah was exaggerating. ‘Even if she isn’t I could never treat my friends the same way Beulah treated me. Kissing was one thing but, licking my pussy?’ Well, she needed to go upstairs anyway to find something to wear even if it was just her spare panties. Most of her other clothes were ruined, but Beatrice said she had some clothes that would fit her. Nancy opened the door to the room she shared with Brianna. She found Brianna and George together lying on one bed. They were naked. Kissing and cuddling with Bess looking on. She was also naked. George acknowledged Nancy with a smile then continued kissing their new friend. ‘I guess Beulah was right.’

Bess blushed when she saw Nancy and seemed to prefer looking more at the floor than her friend. Nancy smiled and held out her arms. Bess rushed into her arms and they shared a lingering kiss.

“I love you, Nancy,” Bess declared. “I’m yours forever. We all are.”

“That’s good to know,” Nancy responded. “Lie down on the bed for me.” ‘Perhaps I really can treat my friends the way Beulah treated me.’

Bess giggled and obeyed right away. The young woman seemed to know what her friend intended and didn’t mind at all. Nancy’s pussy was gushing. George and Brianna stopped their kissing to watch as the amateur detective climbed on the bed with Bess and straddled her face. Nancy clenched the headboard in one hand and spread her lower labia with the other hand before lowering her body. She gasped and came the moment the tip of Bess’ tongue caressed her pussy.

‘Gosh! No wonder Beulah loves having her pussy licked. I never want to give this up. This is the best!’

“More. Don’t stop,” Nancy demanded and Bess obliged her. Her friend seemed to know what she was doing. Nancy idly wondered if she was better at it than Bess. What would Beulah’s opinion be? And what about George or Brianna? She looked over at the pair on the other bed and smiled. Those two would be next. Nancy Drew was indeed on the road to corruption.

Three Months Later

“When are you going to tell your dad you’re knocked up,” George asked as she lay beneath Nancy at the Drew residence. “You won’t be able to hide your condition much longer.”

“I’m not hiding it,” Nancy responded. “He already knows.”

“Really? What did he say? I imagine he was pretty upset.” Nancy shrugged her shoulders.

“Actually, he didn’t say that much and was pretty calm about it. I’m not sure why.” Nancy did know why. Beatrice Chang. She was now one of her her father’s clients. And something more. But Beatrice told her not to worry about her father and so she didn’t.

“Is that why Mrs. Gruen quit?”

“I dunno. Probably. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is we got a new housekeeper pretty quick.”

There was a knock on the bedroom door and the new housekeeper announced that lunch was about ready.

“Thank you, Beulah. We’ll be out as soon as we’re done here.” Nancy sighed. George was an adequate pussy eater, but Bess and Brianna were better. Beulah was the best. Well, it didn’t matter who lay underneath the amateur detective. It was all fun to Nancy. Nancy giggled. Her next investigation might be conducted while wearing a maternity dress.

The End

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