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Epilogue "When your husband cums, he's mine!"

i64ever

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I'd like to thank everyone who supported me during the writing of "When your husband cums, he's mine" At over 42,000 words, I'd like to think this story is similar in scope, if sadly not quality, to some of the classic tickle stories of old.

That being said, there is very little tickling in the epilogue. I wrote it to wrap up plot points, such as the final fates of Lori, Melissa, Neal and Donovanand the identity of the Mistress, as well as to explain the deus ex machina behind some of the more science fiction parts of the story. If that sounds interesting, read on. if not, thank you again, and I hope you give my next story a try

i64ever


Epilogue

“HE EHEHEH EHEHEH GAWWWDD NAWWOOOO HE EHEHE HE EHEH NAAWOOOO MORRRREE EH EHEHEHEHEH MAKKEEEE EHEH EHEHE EHEHEH MEEKKEE IT HE EHE EHEH EHEHEHEH STAAAWWWPPPP HE EHEHH EHE EHEH PLEEAAASSSEEEE EHEH EHE!!!”

Lori was writhing floor, screaming her head off. If not for her wild, out of control laughter, you would have thought she was having a seizure of some kind. No longer bound in any way, she was tossing her body back and forth on the floor, she looked like somebody doing a demonstration for “stop, drop and roll” during fire safety week.

“I just don’t see what’s tickling her,” Melissa said loud enough to be heard over Lori‘s cries. Had there been a feather gliding over Lori’s feet or wiggling fingers traveling from armpit to ribs, she definitely would have noticed. Lori was still completely nude, just as she had been when Melissa had dominated her a few hours earlier.

Melissa, however, was not. The Mistress had allowed her to eat, shower, dress and even take a short nap after her recent struggles. Somehow watching Lori still naked as a jaybird while wearing pants, bra and a frilly blouse made Melissa feel even more superior to her former friend. That didn’t mean she wasn’t enjoying watching Lori roll around on the floor bare-assed, of course.

“She’s being tickled my nanobots,” Monica Nelson, the Mistress’s assistant said simply, “Tiny robots smaller than a human cell. We injected her with them, and right now the nanobots are clinging to Lori’s nerve endings, generating a tickling sensation several times more powerful than can be achieved by using fingers on her skin.”

Melissa could only nod. She wasn’t sure she understood everything Monica had just said, but the Mistress’s Assistant had said it in such a matter-of-fact voice that Melissa would have felt foolish asking a question. Besides, did it matter? Whatever nanobots were, they were tickling her new slave mercilessly and letting Melissa watch! Who cared about the details.

“The nanobots are the key to stopping Lori from escaping or revealing the existence of the Mistress and her facility to anybody in the outside world,” Monica continued, “When you reach your new home, we will send you the control unit. It is as big as a gun safe, and weighs several hundred pounds. Immediately hire workmen to have it carried into your house and bolted to the walls and floor. Don‘t worry about them breaking it. The number of electronic parts in the unit are small and buried deep inside. We just keep the control unit heavy so…”

“So Lori can’t make off with it and escape,” Melissa said, unable to take her eyes off of Lori’s boobs, bouncing so freely as her body reacted to yet another round of invisible tickles.

“Precisely,” Monica said, a little surprised Monica had picked up on that detail, “Once you have the unit, you can set it to automatically activate the nanobots if she gets more then two or three miles away. That should give her a long enough leash to run errands for you but no further. We’re giving her a good dose of what the nanobots can do now so hopefully she won’t even try and get away. It’s the same principal they use with dogs and shock collars.”

Too soon, the demonstration was over, and the nanobots were turned off. Lori curled up in a ball, exhausted, out of breath, and terrified of where the next invisible attack would come from. She didn’t even resist when Deb and Dee came in to escort her to her cell.

“Remember,” Monica said as soon as Lori was out of ear shot, “The nanobots are only to be used to stop an escape attempt. You will have to use other methods to keep her subdued, obedient and submissive the rest of the time. Unnecessary use f the nanobots will be considered Slave Abuse.”

Slave Abuse had already been explained to Melissa. She was expected to keep her slave well fed and watered, refrain from physically injuring her and provide adequate sanitation, all the same things legally required of the owner of a dog or cat. If the Mistress decided Melissa was guilty of Slave Abuse, not only would Lori be taken from her, but Melissa might have to switch places with her.

“The Mistress is always watching. Never think she doesn’t see everything,” Monica whispered that last sentence, a bit of fear in her eyes. It was the first emotion the blond had shown since Melissa had met her.

“The only part of this I don't like is having to move to Seattle,” Melissa said, “It rains way too much there. I wish I could stay in my hometown.”

“Unfortunately, slavery is illegal in the United States,” a bit of sarcasm was in Monica’s voice now, “And if Lori stays in her hometown and can talk to her family and friends, she’ll tell them about how you are torturing her and holding her prisoner, and they’ll believe her! You could go to jail! Plus, I think somebody might ask you what happened to Neal. No, this only works if both of you become different people.”

“And to do that, we have to move somewhere where nobody knows us,” Melissa said, reciting a sentence she‘d heard Monica say an hour ago, “Like that show about the Witness Relocation Program. I understand, I just don’t like it. Besides, Lori can still tell a complete stranger in Seattle, can’t she? What if they believe her? The police could still investigate.”

“That’s the best part. According to your file, Lori , or Janet Rice as she will now be know, is your mentally incompetent sister. She has been diagnosed with several psychosis, and has spent time in a mental hospital. The only reason she was allowed to be released was that you agreed to be her guardian. Legally, you have the same power over her as a parent has over their child.”

“Really!” Melissa had to admit, that was pretty cool.

“Yes,” Monica said, annoyed at being interrupted, “And one of the symptoms of Lori’s, or should I say Janet’s, new mental illness is that she is highly delusional. In fact, her file describes several times in the past where she made up stories for the social workers about all the horrible things you do to her. We even included one incident where a social worker believed her and started a full fledged investigation. After proving Lori’s story totally false, you not only had that social worker fired, but collected a nice monetary settlement from the agency she works for.”

“You really do think of everything, don’t you,” Melissa said, awed by the intricacy of the plan.

“The Mistress does,” Monica said simply, “Trust me, after what we put in Lori’s file, even if she does managed to tell her story to a law enforcement agency, they will return her to you with a bow on top, swearing up and down that they never listened to her for a second.”

I guess you have everything figured out. When do Lori and I go to Seattle and start settling down?”

“Within the hour. After the workout Lori just had, she’ll fall asleep very soon. Then we’ll give her a sedative to keep her asleep for the plane ride back. An airport is the last place we want to test your new identities for the first time, with all the extra security they have. So lets go make sure you have everything you need for the trip.”

Without speaking another word, Melissa, or from that point on Barbra Rice, followed Monica to her new life.

**************

Later that night, Monica entered the control room, a place only seen by those at the very top of th Mistress’s organization. It looked like a laboratory out of NASA, with large computers covering every wall, and video screens showing the every room and hallway in the complex. Monica ignored them all. Though they were high tech by today’s standards, she knew the real miracle worker was an ordinary looking gray laptop plugged into the main controls.

And near that laptop sat the Mistress herself. Surprisingly, she looked no older than Monica did, maybe her late twenties, with long, raven dark hair. Her name was Jenna, though nobody called her that anymore, not even Monica. It seemed improper, almost sacrilegious us use that name now.

“Have our two girls made it home?” the Mistress asked, using that same, sultry voice both Lori and Melissa heard many times over the speakers. She never turned her head, never took her eyes off the computer screen. Monica had no idea how she knew she was even in the room.

“Yes, Mistress,” She replied at once. “They touched down in Seattle two hours ago. By now they are in there new home. The control unit should arrive tomorrow. Once Melissa has that installed, she should be able to handle matters by herself.”

“I agree,” the Mistress answered, “She turned out to much more of a hellcat than I expected. I was sure that Lori would have ended up the dominant one.”

“She had much pent up desire, Mistress. She’s wanted Lori since they first met in college ,yet she had to pretend to love a man all this time while listening to the true love of her life describe her sex life over and over. It didn’t take much to make her…erupt.”

“No,” the Mistress said slowly, “And with the gravity cuffs, lotion and a few other toys we gave her, Melissa should be able to keep Lori under control for some time. Tell me, did she even question your explanation of the nanobots, or how we managed to create new identies for her and Lori so fast?”

“No Mistress, for some reason, they never do.”

“It’s for the same reason children don’t question the idea of Santa Clause, Monica. There’s no reason to be suspicious about a fat man riding on flying reindeer when he‘s bringing you the things you want most in the world. They want it to be true so they can keep getting the presents. Monica was getting one hell of a toy! Why should she question it?”

“Except, unlike Santa Clause, your magic is real Mistress,” Monica said, a note of awe in her voice.

The Mistress only nodded. Both women knew true source of her power, but it was never spoken about openly. The truth was that the Mistress came from the future.

Monica did not know the exact year, just that it was several centuries, time enough for scientific knowledge to double many times. Some of the tools that seemed nearly miraculous, like the golden gravity bracelets, the nanobots and the moving statues were no more out of place in the Mistress’s time then an MP3 player was in hers. But none of those trinkets could hold a candle to the simple laptop she had brought back.

It was ridiculously powerful compared to even the best computer 2010 had to offer. Even the strongest firewall designed by the CIA or the military was no more than a post-it with the words “please don’t hack me” compared to the force of that laptop. Generating new social security numbers and birth certificates was as easy as printing out a birthday card. Placing that information in every data base in the world was as simple as sending e-mail.

It was that laptop that enabled the Mistress to amass the fortune needed to build the tickling complex, an entire underground city really, that she used to torture so many. Money was easy to make when every secret in the entire world was yours for the taking. Countries and corporations had lined up at her feet for some of the information she had discovered in some of the most highly protected data bases in the world.

It also allowed her to blackmail the local Caribbean governments. Once she had proved to countries like Cuba, Haiti and the Dominican Republic that she could shut down their entire power grids in one second, and send all their top secret military records to the U.N. in the next, they had not only given her a small island, but they had donated most of the labor and resources needed to construct the underground facility they were currently sitting in.

“In three days, there will be a violent storm off the southern coast of the island,” the Mistress continued, using her laptops advance weather predicting program, “We can use that to fake the deaths of Melissa, Lori, Donovan and Neal. The old lost at sea excuse hasn’t failed us yet.”

“No bodies,” Monica said simply. It would be up to her to handle the details, to make sure their disappearance wasn’t reported to then, to generate a credit card statement showing them renting a small boat right before the storm hit, and to make sure their were plenty of eye witnesses to confirm the unfortunate loss. It was all part of her job.

“After everybody thinks their dead, what do we do with them?” Monica asked, “I mean the men of course, the girls being safe in Seattle.”

“Donovan lost our game,” the Mistress said simply, “He will be a tickle slave, available to be teased and tickled, even forced to cum again, by anybody who works at the complex, even the other tickle slaves. We don’t have that many male slaves yet, so I doubt he’ll have many peaceful minutes for the next few months. I may have a crack at him myself. Just give him enough breaks to keep him alive.”

“And Neal?” Donovan’s fate was much as Monica had anticipated, but Neal was a different story.

“He was part of the winning team, whether Melissa wanted him or not. He does not deserve to be punished, but we can‘t just let him go, even with a new identity. We could never trust him to keep our secrets,” the Mistress said, mulling it over. Say what you wanted to about her, the Mistress was always fair. Never merciful, but fair.

“He is not a slave, but neither is he free,” she said at last “Put him on the custodial staff and pay him a salary. He is only to be tickled if he breaks the rules.” It was surprising how many jobs needed to be done in the underground complex that had nothing to do with tickling or pleasuring people against their will.

“Neal was an executive in a Madison Avenue marketing firm in his past life,” Monica warned, “He probably will not be very satisfied pushing a broom around for the rest of his life.”

“Give him access to a tickle slave, one with nice feet. Caroline I think, she‘s quite ticklish there. Tell Neal he can play with them her when he is off duty. That should make his new life more bearable. In a week, he might not want to go back. Oh, and make sure he finds out about Donovan‘s fate. After seeing what his friend has to endure with, sweeping and mopping should seem a joy.”

“Very good, Mistress,” Monica Nelson turned and left the room to do her bidding.

Alone again, the Mistress turned back to her laptop. She had enjoyed watching Lori and Melissa’s struggles more than most of the men and women she had brought here. The ability to have arrange these games was about the only thing this backward century had in its favor. Her own time, despite all its technological marvels had evolved into a very repressed society. Nobody so much as talked about sex or even showed interest in it in public. Those few who did were branded deviants, people of base desires, obsessed with carnal activities. She had fled that world as quickly as she could.

And when one game ended, a new one started. Tomorrow, the five seniors on the Maine College woman’s golf team would be arriving. They thought they were playing in the last tournament of their college career, but they were in for so much more. The laptop, constantly searching through e-mails, text messages and phone calls, had found out that all five girls were very ticklish, and had been ambushing each other in the shower since they were freshman. Jenna wondered how long it would take to break their team spirit and start them attacking each other in a giant tickling battle royal. It would definitely be an enjoyable next few days.

And after that…Jenna could only smile. There were six billion people living in this backwater time. She’d make sure that the most ticklish ones stopped by to pay her a visit, one way or the other.
 
Excellent, evil and erotic series here. You've really outdone yourself with this work with some really sexy writing and scenarios. Great stuff and hope to see more of your work in the future with luck! :)
 
Wow that was phenomenal, i loved this story and tale for the depth of the story and controversy. I mean most read for the tickling but that'sa side bonus you have alot of talent and are considerably insperational your right there with Suikoden (cloak and Feather). Got to say the ending was very epic and you put much effort into the thought and the twist in the epiloge you left readers hanging at each heart beat. you almost feel sorry for Lori, almsot wishing her a rescue but sadly not alls tories are pure happy endings. But this definately helps the creative juices for my own Cloak and Feather story. I can only hope to be as well done as you and suikoden but I hope you continue to put in depth as you have here in your tales. Kev26
 
I have a feeling that the reason the Mistress's own time is so repressed, is because of all the havoc she played in our time.

Great story, and great ending. If you write a sequel, the women's golf team sounded like a really cool idea.
 
by far one of the top five series I have ever READ!!!! You simply outdone yourself. The only sadness is that now it is over. Please continue to write such amazing works as I will forever be an avid fan.
 
awesome ^-^ love this story very much. wish I could be abducted by her XD
 
I LOVED this story just sorry I had to do a scavenger hunt across two forums to find all the parts. I started at tickle theater but that site ended with part 5 I think. And not knowing how many parts to look for... Ah well. It was worth it. In the past I used to read these stories and not respond. Yours compelled me to post a response. Very well written lovely characters. Fine job, you could write for a living. Good Show. -Bob
 
Loved the story. Are we ever going to get that women's golf team sequel?
 
This is the best story I've ever read! So hot! Does anyone know of any other stories

I know this is old, but this is te BEST story I've ever read. So hot! Does anyone know of any other stories similar to this where the wife (or girlfriend or whatever) has to watch her man get tickled by someone else?? That idea is so so hot to me! Thanks in advance 😊
 
I know this is old, but this is te BEST story I've ever read. So hot! Does anyone know of any other stories similar to this where the wife (or girlfriend or whatever) has to watch her man get tickled by someone else?? That idea is so so hot to me! Thanks in advance &#55357;&#56842;

That is another fetish called "cuckold", which I think it might be simply a branch of swinging fetish. Of course, you are applying it now specifically to tickling, but why stop there?
 
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