PRENDERGAST SCHOOL 7

Story by misfit446

Sorry for the delay. Am trying to get things going again. Here is part 7. If you need to refresh your memories, check out the other parts. Thanks for reading.

PRENDERGAST SCHOOL FOR EXCEPTIONAL GIRLS 7

Dean Meeker sat and listened to Natalie explain about her idea on having the girls fucking while milking their cum out. When she was done she watched Dean Meeker swivel in her chair a bit, thinking it over.

“What about virgins?”

“Hmm, well, I would have thought most girls weren’t. But we’ll have to do a seminar on breaking the cherry then, I guess.”

“Put it in the budget and I’ll look at it. How’s Glory doing?”

“She’s been up and ate. We’ll do the pheromone test today. Then we’ll do the rest of the regimen.”

“Good.”

Natalie left.

Back at the steam plant, Natalie helped Glory enter a small room. It had many sensors and wires around the wall. A small examination table sat in the middle.

“Now Glory, we need to have you naked so disrobe and then lie down on the table.” As she said this, she rolled over a large steel tank with a small hose and face mask attached to it.

Glory pulled off her blouse and skirt, flipping off her shoes and skinning off her socks. She climbed up on the table with help from Natalie, who maneuvered the IV stand next to the table. She checked all the IV’s and tubing for kinks. Satisfied she caressed Glory’s hair. With practiced expertise, Natalie put the face mask over a nervous Glory’s face and ear phones in her ears.

“Now you must lay there and relax. See that camera in the corner?” Natalie asked, pointing to the camera mounted on the wall. Glory looked and nodded.

“There’s a microphone on it too. If you need anything, just call out loudly. I’m gonna bring in some water for you. Now relax.” Natalie left but came back soon enough with several water bottles. “Take quick sips under the mask.

Glory nodded.

“Okay, I have to close the door. Then I have to purge the air so that we can get an exact reading. I’ll talk with you while I do everything,” she said and walked out, clanging the large metal door closed, latching it tightly.

Sitting in front of a computer console, Natalie expertly worked sequences that made many things happen. “Okay, I’m going to purge the air now. You’ll feel some wind and hear some noise, but everything is okay.”

Glory laid there as the purging began. It didn’t last long, but the breeze gave her a chill, goose bumps springing up all over her nude body, her nipples hardening tightly.

“You’re doing great. We’re down to point two five atmospheres. Your ears my feel plugged a bit. Now I’m turning on the sensors and you just lay back. It’ll take about two hours or so. I’ll be here, I’m not going anywhere,” the young girl heard in her ears clearly.

“Okay,” Glory mumbled softly and closed her eyes.

The computer display began to register the sensors input. Natalie watched as the numbers began to climb slowly. She reached for a button and spoke into the microphone.

“I’m going to go to the first year’s homeroom for just a minute. You okay?”

“Yeah,” Glory murmured and nodded her head, as she rested on the table.

Natalie walked into the first years homeroom and saw that Darla had the entire equipment panel off and was working on the heavy motor.

“Hey, how’s it going?”

Darla withdrew her very large and very hard frame from the machinery and wiped her forehead with a greasy hand.

“Bushings are shot, the belts need to be replaced, and I haven’t even looked at the motor for burning. It’ll probably be cheaper in time and parts for a new one.”

“Shit. Okay. Check everything. Then make a list and give me a price. Dammit!” Natalie groaned and walked out.

Back at the P room, Natalie found Glory resting peacefully. She also noted that Glory’s huge softy was hanging off the examination table and touching the tiled floor.

‘That is some serious cock,’ thought Natalie, licking her lips. Then she turned her attention to the computer panel. She blinked and looked again, then plopped her hard ass down and peered closely at the results.

She turned, grabbed the phone and dialed a number.

“Hey. Listen, these numbers are really off the charts.”

“What do you mean?”

“An average human pheromone discharge is usually ten to twenty parts per million. And with weather and such, those parts don’t do much. The readings I’m getting right now show TEN THOUSAND parts per million.”

“My lord,” Marion said. There was a knock on the door. “Oh, hold on a moment Natalie. Yes?” Tina led in an attractive redheaded girl wearing a white blouse and jeans.

“Oh, my intern interviews. Listen Natalie, give me the results as soon as you can.”

“We’ve got another day or so to go.”

“Fine.” Marion hung up and stood.

“This is Erin O’Brien from Wilson High.”

“Hello Erin. Please, sit down,” offered Marion. “I a

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