After the miraculous survival of the family, they find out the real purpose of the perfume. Lucy decides to take control of Richard's hidden stash of perfume and antidote.
Perfume Resurrection 1 - The family survives
After the miraculous survival of the family, they find out the real purpose of the perfume. Lucy decides to take control of Richard's hidden stash of perfume and antidote.
As if coming out of a deep sleep I opened my eyes and wondered where I was. I was in a bed, like a hospital bed. There were electronic devices near my head and everything looked white. Voices could be heard through the open door, from a hallway beyond. A woman in a white gown came in holding a tablet of some sort. She raised her head and looked at me, saw me looking back and immediately called out.
"Dr. Benson, come here quickly," she cried. "Lucy is awake."
An older gentleman came rushing into the room, obviously Dr. Benson, and started fussing over me, checking my eyes, my heart, my pulse.
"Lucy, do you know where you are?" he asked.
"Duh, a hospital?" I replied. "Why am I here..." I started to ask and then suddenly it all came rushing back, all the memories of who I was and what had happened to me over the last few months. What was most vivid was that day at the lab, the last memories I had. I had been tied up and raped repeatedly. I remember calling out to my brother for help but he didn't come. Then there was the glimpse of him in the same situation as me, unable to help. The fire, yes, there was the fire. I remember hearing an alarm and sirens. I must have passed out from the smoke. "...never mind," I said. "I remember. I remember it all."
My name is Lucy. I have had quite an adventure over the past six months, with my family and friends, and of course the perfume. The perfume took over our lives, made us do things with each other, sexual things, that we would never have done otherwise. Though most of it was wonderful, sometimes they were hurtful things. That's what got us into trouble at the lab. When I get home I am going to kick my brother's butt and then I'm going to take all his perfume (and antidote of course) and I'm going to...going to...heck I think I'll just take it. I'll use it any way I want but Richard is never going to see it again, unless I decide to use it on him. But he will never control it again. I'm going to be the one in control from now on.
"Doctor, her brother just woke up," came a voice. I didn't realize my brother was here in the hospital, let alone in the room with me.
"You rest a minute while I look in on your brother," the doctor told me as he stepped over to the other bed in the room. I turned and saw Richard with his eyes open. He turned and looked at me and smiled. My first thought was thank God he was alive. My second was that I was still going to kick his butt, and take over the perfume. I couldn't do much worse than what anyone else had done so far. I didn't plan on asking either. I would just take it, hide it, and use it as I saw fit, no longer at the mercy of anyone else.
"Dr. Benson," a nurse called out.
"Not now, I'm with a patient," he replied.
"His mother and sister just woke up," she told him anyway. Mom and Maryanne were here too? What happened to us all?
Over the course of the next week we all got progressively stronger until we were ready for discharge. I found myself with my Mom, Maryanne, and Richard, in a room with a psychologist and some government official.
The psychologist was an older woman, short gray hair and glasses. Sort of attractive actually. What I found most interesting was that I even noticed something like that. It was as if I could discern beauty better now than ever before. "You are here as part of an exit meeting to let you know that you will have free counseling services should you need them," the Dr. said.
"Why would we need counseling?" my mom asked.
The Dr. continued, "I have been authorized to provide you with information specific to your case. The drug found in your system, in all of you, was part of a government experiment. It was not intended for your consumption, or rather absorption as the case may be. You all had so much of it in your bodies that it somehow altered your respiratory system enough that you were able to survive the heavy smoke inhalation that killed the others in the lab fire."
"The others are dead? All of them?" My mom started to cry.
"Unfortunately yes," the Dr. continued, a dry tone to her voice. "You all have been in a coma for the past three months. Richard, who seems to have a bit more of the drug in his system, actually stayed awake for a short while before going into his coma. For the amount of smoke you should all have been dead twice over. But you survived. Because of the secrecy of the research the government decided to inform your husband that you all died and forced a closed casket funeral for you all."
"We're dead?" I asked. "I mean all our friends think we're dead? How cool is that? I wonder who came to my funeral?"
"What about my husband?" mom asked, ignoring me.
"He took it hard," the Dr. said. "Unfortunately he had a breakdown. He created in his mind an alternate world where this world was simply a story in his mind and his alternate world was his reality. It contained all of you, safe and sound. It was quite an elaborate fabrication, explaining all that had happened, even twists on all of your names. You Lucy, he called Lacy. I treated your father and was the one that finally had him committed when he became violent. So you won't find him home. He was admitted to Belleview State Mental Hospital six weeks ago and as it looks now he probably won't ever be released. So that brings us back to counseling should you need it. As to the lab, it has been closed. You will need to relax, recover, and obviously find new employment. The government has stepped in and wiped out all of your bills, your house is yours, your car is paid off, and you have $250,000 in the bank. All you need to do is sign this release form specifying that you will not discuss the lab or anything about the drug, ever, and you can leave."
"And what do we tell our friends about our miraculous recovery?" my mom asked.
"You tell them that you were involved in a top secret government project of national security that required that you appear dead for awhile. You can tell them that you are no longer involved with that agency and never will be again. Tell them that you are sorry but there was no other choice and that you can't tell them anything else for national security reasons. That's it."
My mom didn't hesitate at all. She signed the form and we were ushered out. Our car was waiting for us out front and loading up we were heading home for the first time in three months.
"I'm sorry about your father," my mom cried, "sorry about everything."
I was too, some anyway. But I wasn't going to let it deter what I had decided to do with the perfume. I had to get a hold of it before Richard did something stupid like throw it away. I knew the several places that Richard had hidden it in the past and would look there first before tearing apart his room.
When we got home everyone headed for their own room. As they were getting settle back in, I headed to the garage. Sure enough, back in one of Richard's hiding places I found the box with the perfume and antidote. I was so glad my mom had brought home a large container of each that first time that Richard stole it. I had plenty here, now that I knew how little it takes. I could make it last a long time. I took the box to my room and hid it. When I had some time alone I would break it down into small containers and hide them in multiple locations in case a hiding place is found.
Now it was time to plan. Three months in a coma. I slept through my birthday. I'm 11 now, and I'm growing. I know it has been three months since I looked at myself but it sure looks more like a year. My breasts are noticeably larger. There is clearly a circle now on my breast surrounding a small nipple that looks like it could stick out if I got aroused, which I plan on doing. I'm just not sure with whom yet. I really don't want to use it on my family, not yet anyway.
I heard a door slam and looked out my window. Maryanne was getting into a car with one of her friends and driving off. Another door just shut in the hallway. I took a look and Richard wasn't in his room. Then I heard his voice, in mom's room. I listened at the door.
"...just left with one of her girlfriends. Lucy is in her room with the door closed. It's quiet so she is probably sleeping. Anyway I've locked your door here." That was my brother.
My mom said, "Oh Richard, I thank God you are safe." Then there was this noise. What? They're kissing. My mom and Richard are kissing. They don't even have the perfume. They are doing it on their own. Maybe with my dad out of the picture my mom feels more free. Of course it was Richard that went to her room, not the other way around.
"Oh Mom, I love you so much," Richard said.
"Get those clothes off," my mom said. "I want you, I need you now Richard."
They're going to have sex. My mother and brother are going to have sex, without the use of the perfume. I heard the bed creak.
"Oh yes, Richard, it's been so long," my mother said. "I've wanted you, needed you for so very long. Ugh, oh yes Richard, yes, oh you're so big. You fill me up so much, yes, hard, fuck me hard Richard, fuck me hard."
"Oh mom, you feel so good, I haven't cum in so long. I'm going to cum quick and I won't be able to hold it very long."
"Cum in me baby," my mom said. "Fill me up with all that cum you have been saving for me all this time. Oh Richard, I'm cumming too, I'm cumming for you baby. Oh God it's so good."
"Oh God Mom, yes, oh yes." Then there was only heavy breathing. I went back to my room. It looks like Richard is off the table for me. I really don't want to mess up anything he has going with Mom at this point. Dad of course is a total loss. I'll never be with him again. After listening to Mom and Richard I'm horny as hell, I mean heck. I should try to watch my language, at least some of the time. I just relaxed on my bed, thinking.
An hour later Richard knocked on my door, wanting to know if I wanted to go with him and Mom to the show. After thinking about it a minute I said no, for them to go ahead. I would be fine here alone. I was 11 now, like that meant I was old enough to take care of myself. But a plan had formed and I probably only had a couple of hours to pull it off before they would be returning. They left and I was now alone.
I wondered if the preacher ever found out my brother fucked his wife. I think I'll make a call.
"Hello, pastor Ryan?" I said as I heard his voice on the other end.
There was silence for a long moment and then the pastor said, "Lucy? Is that you?"
"Yes pastor Ryan, it's a long story and my Mom was hoping that you could come over so she could tell it."
"Of course, right away," he said.
"You better come alone though," I warned him. "Some of the information is very private. Don't tell anyone where you are going. Just come over to our house. You know where it's at."
"I'll be right there," he said and hung up.
I knew it would take him about 15 minutes to get here and I prepared by getting a bit of antidote and perfume ready for his arrival. When he knocked on the door I put on the antidote. Then I put a dot of perfume on my finger and answered the door.
Pastor Ryan walked in and hugged me. "Oh Lucy it is so good to see you. I thought you were dead. Are you all OK? Where's your mother?"
"She had an emergency and wanted me to apologize to you, that she will have to get with you soon, just not now. She said that I was to make you feel completely at home and answer any of your questions. So if you want to feel completely at home you can come be with me in my bedroom." I took his hand with the one I had the perfume on, making sure I smeared it in well, as I led him to my room.
"I'm going to take your coat off," I told him as I removed his coat. He already looked a little dazed. I knew the perfume was working. "Normally my mom would never leave me here alone with a man but she said that you were totally trustworthy and that I would be completely safe with you. She said that you would never hurt me. So sit here on my bed and ask me anything you want."
He sat down next to me and put his hand on my leg, squeezing it a little. "I just can't believe you are safe and alive. I officiated at your funeral." He hugged me, and kissed me on top of the head, not letting go of the hug. I looked up and he kissed me on the forehead. "I'm just so glad to see you." He kissed my nose. "I missed you so much." He gave me a quick peck on the lips. "I just..." He kissed me again on the lips, this time more firmly as he relaxed his hug on me.
I kissed him back, strong and firm, opening my mouth to him. We sucked each other's breath away when he pushed me back onto the bed and laid across me. We were now in a total make out session. His fingers found my small breasts and were massaging them.
I broke the kiss. "What are you doing?" I asked, trying to sound outraged.
"I...uh...I want you Lucy...take off your clothes, now," he ordered as he stood up and started removing his own.
"But Pastor Ryan, you shouldn't, please don't," I feigned resistance.
"You little tart. You want this and you know it," he said. A minute later he was nude and he ripped off my clothes. Throwing me lengthwise on my bed he spread my legs apart and knelt between them. His erection was probably around 6 to 7 inches in length and throbbing for attention.
"Pastor Ryan, stop," I pleaded. "No, don't do this. I will go to hell if you do this."
He didn't hesitate at all. He guided the head of his shaft into my pussy hole and thrust forward.
"Oh Pastor Ryan," I cried out. "I'm a virgin."
"Sorry Lucy, not any more."
I pretended to cry as he rammed his cock up my waiting cunt. It felt so good. It had been so long since someone fucked me. And to think my first fuck after getting home was the pastor of our church. What a nice welcome home, so thoughtful of Pastor Ryan.
"Oh Lucy, you are so tight, so wonderful," he said as he kept ramming me.
"Please Pastor Ryan, it's starting to feel...oh Pastor Ryan. I'm a sinner," I declared. "It's starting to feel good. Please forgive me."
"I knew you were a little cunt tease, Lucy," he said. "You've wanted this for a long time and now you're getting it you little fucking bitch."
"Pastor Ryan, I'm going to cum," I told him and I really was too. He was no slouch in the fucking business. "Is it a sin if I cum? Does it mean I enjoyed it? Does it mean I wanted it?"
"You wanted it as much as I did Lucy," he said as he thrust one last time and climaxed. The feeling of his cum shooting into me set off my orgasm. My body exploded as heat and electricity shot out my limbs and my body went rigid. Even in my climax I was in control. I reached down and got the dab of antidote onto my finger that I had planted on the bedpost. I wiped it onto Pastor Ryan even as he was finishing up giving me the last of his cum. He then collapsed on top of me, his dick still firm inside me but shrinking fast.
A minute later I heard his voice. "Oh God what have I done? Oh Lucy, I am so sorry." He pulled out of me and grabbed his clothes, putting them on while I just laid there on the bed. "Please forgive me."
I looked down and saw his cum dripping out of my pussy. "But Pastor Ryan, you made me cum," I told him. "That means it was OK, that I wanted it to happen, that I liked it. Pastor Ryan, didn't you like it?"
"Yes, no, no, I mean yes but I can't like it." He was fumbling all over the place. "I sinned before God, Lucy. I should never have done this. I don't know what came over me. Can you ever forgive me?"
"What I can't forgive is your rejection," I cried. "It was beautiful, wonderful. You were my first and will be my last. I love you Pastor Ryan. I want us to do this again."
"No, we can never do this again," he warned. "Never, ever. No one can ever know that we did this Lucy. Please promise me that you won't tell anyone, please." He was begging me. I could do anything with him now. He was mine.
"Pastor Ryan, I won't tell anyone but you need to promise me something too," I told him.
"Anything Lucy, anything."
"My mom is going to want some counseling for us all. She is going to want church counseling instead of from that, well from non-church sources. I want you to promise that you will tell her that I need extra special counseling on my own with you. I want you to promise that you will see me alone for one hour every week until I tell you I am cured. I have lots of issues and we need to deal with them. I need you to help me deal with them."
"Agreed," he said, wanting to get out of here.
"Then I promise to not tell anyone about this, not even your wife," I said, watching him gasp as I said the last part.
He was soon out of there and I got cleaned up. Well it looks like I have myself a good start, I thought to myself. I have been home, not even a day and I have already fucked our local pastor. What's more, I have a standing weekly session with him, a weekly fucking session though he doesn't know it yet. I'll let him deal with his own demons while I plan my next conquest.
Yes! Look out world. The perfume is back and so am I.