Archive of Our Own

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“Move along, human scum!”

Jenny cast a forlorn glance toward her husband, Michael, who was being force-marched alongside her. An iron choker was wrapped around both of their necks with a chain linking them together. Both of their respective wrists were also clapped in irons while another chain linked them to the rest of the column of human prisoners in the column.

Flanking the prisoner column on either side were a series of gruff, wrathful raiders. The same group of raiders that had captured Jenny and Michael. Every single one of them was sporting a dark, grim expression on their faces.

Their Simian faces.

Jenny and Michael were both old enough to remember the world before the bombs fell, leaving much of the earth scarred and irradiated from the nuclear fallout. After surviving that horror in a fallout shelter, they’d both had the next ten years to come to terms with the new state of the world. Still, whenever Jenny and Micheal into some shanty town to barter for goods with an ape merchant, she still got flashbacks to when her parents took her to the Denver Zoo as a child, and she would gawk at the primates in their enclosures.

If only she’d known then that one of the byproducts of an eventual nuclear war would be apes evolving, gaining untold sentience and intellect. And from the ashes of the many humans who’d died in nuclear fire, ape civilizations had arisen in their place. In a short amount of time, various factions of apes had built up their own strongholds in safe zones free from nuclear fallout. Some of these factions were more hostile to humans than others, engaging in forms of commerce with the factions of human survivors that had established themselves after the war. Whilst others would hunt, raid, enslave or kill any humans they came across.

Jenny and Michael feared that they’d been taken prisoner by a band belonging to the latter.

Michael gave her a sad smile. “Well…this is a bit of a pickle we’ve gotten ourselves into, babe,” he said with a nervous laugh. He was clearly trying to make light of the bleak situation to take some of the edge off. It was part of why she loved him so much.

Jenny struggled against her binding. “I would say so,” she replied. Trying to match his bravado by forcing a smile. It was clear enough to anyone watching that she was shaking like a leaf, however.

Her black-haired husband looked to his right, waiting for a scowling bonobo raider to pass by him before he continued talking again in low tones. “I can’t help but feel like I’m the one who got us into this mess, Jenny. I knew we shouldn’t have taken shelter in that abandoned mall. It seemed safe enough though.”

She sighed, nodding. “There’s no way we could’ve known,” she admitted. “Most of the big buildings outside the inhabited towns have been picked clean, but they can still make for good shelter. We couldn’t have known that a patrol would be passing through.”

He frowned. “Yeah. But hey, we’ve gotten out of worse situations than this. We’ll figure out this one too.”

Jenny wasn’t so sure. She’d heard stories of what some of the ape raider bands did to their captives - human and ape alike. She shuddered to think of what would be in store for the both of them. But Michael was right that they had managed to sneak away from other sticky situations similar to this. They wouldn’t have been able to survive this long if they were not a crafty pair.

“Where are they taking us?” Jenny asked, craning her slender neck as much as she could given the iron choker.

“The ruins of Aurora, from the looks of it,” Michael replied. Behind them, they heard another human man cry out in pain as one of the simian raiders cracked a whip at him. “Feels like ages since we’ve been back here,” he said, giving her a small smile.

Before the bombs fell, they’d gone on a couple dates to a bowling alley and a restaurant in Aurora. She’d grown up not far from here, after all. Back when the original human cities were still bustling and lively in all of their early twenty-first century splendor. And whilst most of Denver and its surrounding towns like Aurora were spared a direct nuclear attack during the war, they had nevertheless fallen into chaos and decay in the years after. Now it served as a central trading hub for the various ape factions in the region.

Unfortunately, their trip down memory lane was interrupted. A chimpanzee raider noticed Michael and Jenny exchanging words to each other and he grunted, loping up to them and delivering a strong gut punch to Michael. Her husband’s eyes went wide as he keeled over with a gasp of pain, nearly losing his footing and dragging her down with him by his chain.

“Wait! Please don’t hurt him!” Jenny pleaded.

The raider snarled at her. “Humans be quiet! Now!” He raised a balled furry first to punch Michael again but Jenny vigorously nodded.

“We will, we will!”

Thankfully the raider relented, snarling and moving on down the line. Michael recovered and continued marching on, Jenny continuing to look at him with concern as they were marched into the town.

Immediately as they passed through the makeshift gates that were erected around the former human city, they were overwhelmed by the bustle of the ape trading post. Stands upon stands lined the once-derelict human streets where apes of all shapes and sizes were hocking their wares to each other. Some humans were allowed to freely sell their own wares as well, having ingratiated themselves with the local apes through god knows what unscrupulous means. Overhead, a couple orangutans used vines to swing over the bazaar - the preferred means that apes used to quickly traverse a bustling center like this.

Finally, they arrived in what used to be Aurora’s town square. In the center of the square, Jenny’s heart dropped into her stomach when she saw an erected wooden platform where captive humans were being displayed like livestock to an assembly of raucous apes.

A slave auction.

“Fuck,” Michael muttered under his breath, sharing a look with Jenny. Their biggest fear was being realized in real time. They had to somehow find a way out of this. And fast.

They were led to the back of the auction site, inside the rundown ruins of an old bus station. The raiders briefly unlinked the humans from their chokers while keeping their hands and ankles in shackles. Moments later, a golden snub-nose monkey loped toward them wearing a gold necklace and a tattered old leather jacket. He looked quite the ridiculous sight by Michael and Jenny’s standards, but they were in no position to laugh at their current situation. Especially given what they faced.

The golden monkey worked down the line, inspecting each human specimen by specimen while two gorilla bodyguards flanked him. He would briefly exchange a few words with the raiders in regards to each of the human captives before moving onto the next. Jenny stood frozen stiff in place when the simian slaver reached her. Though she was taller than this particular evolved ape, she knew that he held her life in his hands.

“Hmm…female. Yes, yes. Golden-haired female, mhm yes,” the slaver chittered away, reaching up and running a hand through her blonde hair, sniffing it.

Jenny stood still as he did his inspection, not daring to move a muscle, especially given the foreboding looks that the two gorilla bodyguards were giving her. When the slaver reached up to give her covered breasts an ample squeeze beneath her tank top, followed by her hips beneath her jeans, she could tell that it took all of Michael’s considerable willpower not to lash out, even chained as he was. She shot him a quick look and subtly shook her head, warning him not to do anything foolish and get them both into deeper trouble. Though he was seething at his wife being touched like a piece of meat, he stayed in place, gritting his teeth.

“Good health, good form, yes, yes. Can work as house-maid for female warlord perhaps? Will fetch a fine price. Fine price indeed!” The slaver exclaimed exuberantly in his high-pitched voice. Though Jenny and her husband had interacted with enough sentient apes in the past decade to get used to hearing them speak in the human tongue, it was rare that she heard one speak in such a high-pitched tenor like this.

Jenny said nothing as the slaver moved on down to Michael. The slaver grabbed her husband by the chin, tilting his head this way and that before poking at his chest. Michael winced where the raider had punched him earlier.

“Hmm…male. Strongly built, tall for human. Yes, yes…good for labor.” The slaver ape sniffed, wrinkling the slits of his flat nose. “What’s this? I smell her on you, and you on her,” he said, motioning back and forth between Jenny and Michael. “You two are…mated?”

Michael firmed up his posture. “She’s my wife,” he replied resolutely, looking at Jenny.

The slaver shook his head. “No, no. That won’t do. Won’t do at all. Mates mean human babies. Extra mouths to feed. Will have to sell you separately, or geld the male.”

Michael’s face paled and Jenny gaped like a fish. “You can’t!”

The slaver shot back over to her and squeezed her cheeks in his grip. The short slaver was deceptively strong, as with most of the apes. “Careful, careful with your defiance, human!” He replied with a patronizing ‘tsk tsk’ to complement his threat. “You may be a pretty one, and I wouldn’t want to damage my merchandise. But this one,” he said, nodding to her husband, “is expendable.”

Jenny clammed up, but the threat of either separating her from her husband or unmanning him filled her with dread. She looked back at him, her silent gaze questioning her husband what they should do. Michael was fidgeting with his manacles as much as he could get away with without being noticed, searching for something, anything that he could use to pick the lock.

An orangutan wearing a beaded vest suddenly loped up to the slaver, huffing and puffing. “Boss, he’s here.”

The slaver’s eyes widened. “Now?” The orangutan lackey grunted an affirmative. The slaver swore under his breath. “Drast! Very well, very well. Keep this batch all lined up!” He ordered his raiders. “Allow him to browse at his leisure, yes, yes. We will auction off the leftovers.” He then stepped back and pointed a finger at the assembled slaves. “And you, humans…will be on your best behavior! My most generous patron wants to take a look at you all first before we display you publicly!”

The human slaves looked uncertainly amongst themselves, all of them wondering who this mysterious “he” was. And Jenny and Michael wondered what kind of potential cruelties this prospective master would have in store for one or both of them if they were purchased.

+++

King Gomorrah passed the gates into the slave market with his entourage of loyal Simians in tow. The gorilla warchief towered over all others in the square, including the apes and humans in his own entourage. He looked with keen dark brown eyes at the assembled human slaves, and the many apes and humans that gawked at them. He huffed, moving on. Upon seeing him, most orangutans, bonobos, chimpanzees and even fellow gorillas that saw him quite readily cleared off and bowed in deference in the wake of his approach, his reputation preceding him.

Slavery was an ugly business - an immoral relic of a bygone era of human history, and one that had returned to the forefront in this new world after the bombs fell. In this new world of the Wastes, the strong took, and the weak were subjugated. Or perished. In a way, King Gomorrah hated feeding into such a system - one that he himself had been a part of before his intelligence had evolved. But if he did not partake, then one of the more brutal warchiefs would partake instead. At least he’d be able to give some of these misbegots a better opportunity than they might elsewhere.

A familiar golden snub-nosed monkey loped up to him enthusiastically and King Gomorrah inwardly groaned. Rangu the Slaver was a depraved example of Simian-kind, but one that he was unfortunately forced to do business with every now and again. The gorilla never approved of the little wretch and his barbaric methods toward the slaves in his captivity, but he unfortunately had access to a multitude of different humans that King Gomorrah sometimes required in his service. Gomorrah ran a sprawling fortress with many needs, and human survivors sometimes offered the only specialized skills required to fulfill certain maintenance tasks that apes had not yet perfected themselves, even with their heightened intellect.

“Welcome, welcome, most magnificent and benevolent King Gomorrah!” Rangu the Slaver greeted, hopping on one foot to the other and giving a theatrical bow.

Gomorrah pushed aside his disdain for the smaller ape, simply grunting and nodding to him. His right-hand ape, Korm shook his head beside him with a grumble, his dislike of the sycophantic slaver ape was also plain enough to see. “Rangu. You know why I am here.”

Rangu nodded exuberantly. “Of course, King Gomorah! Straight to business I see…yes, yes! I will show you my latest stock. I believe you will most certainly be pleased with them!”

“We shall see,” Gomorrah retorted, causing the golden snub-nosed monkey to gulp.

Rangu escorted them to where he had the latest batch of his slaves lined up. After an indulgent nod from Rangu, Gomorrah walked down the line-up, perusing the human merchandise at his leisure, flanked by two of his hench-apes. Many of the humans lined up were shaking like leaves in his presence, refusing to even make eye contact with him as he loped down the line. Even walking on his knuckles, he still towered over them, and half the prisoners looked fearful that he would snap them like a twig at any given moment.

Gomorrah sighed as he looked at the state of these humans. Some of them had clearly been roughed up by Rangu’s goons, while others looked so underfed that they could barely stand up, and the rest looked defiant in the face of their simian captors.

The gorilla stopped as a particular human in the lineup caught his eye. A female human stood before him, quivering nervously as he loomed over her. Her hair was the color of sand and her eyes the color of the ocean. She had an enticing form, being neither underfed nor overfed and possessing curves in all the right places. And the size of her bosom left the gorilla practically salivating. It was a feature that most simian females just simply did not possess, even after their physical and mental enhancements. And while most ape males would find a female human’s larger breasts off-putting, Gomorrah had always had…exotic preferences.

This human woman was possibly the most attractive example of femininity that he’d ever seen. When he cast a sideways glance at his right-hand ape, Korm, the bonobo rolled his eyes. He was well aware of his superior’s proclivities, and no doubt knew that Gomorrah had already made up his mind on purchasing the human woman.

He turned back to her and she had the courage to look up into his face. If she was aware of his attraction to her, she did not seem to catch on. Then again, Gomorrah was good at putting on a stoic face and not making his intentions outwardly known. Though it took all of his considerable willpower to keep his cock from extending out of his sheath and making an obvious tent beneath his loincloth.

“What is your name, human?” Gomorrah’s deep tenor made the blonde-haired woman flinch, but to her credit she recovered quickly, putting on a brave face.

“Jenny,” the woman responded, staring up at him resolutely.

“Hm,” Gomorrah replied. He cocked his head at her, his eyes tracing over her body. “And what do you do? Before the bombs fall.”

Jenny furrowed her brow. “I was a…teacher. I taught English.”

“And now?”

“Now we…do what we can to survive,” Jenny said sheepishly with a shrug. “Just like everyone.”

Gomorrah pondered this. Not much use for school teachers in this new world, though he was not exactly opposed to some of the ape youths in his colony getting some lessons on something other than how to build a shelter, hunt or use a gun. He suddenly perked up. “We?” He repeated. “Who is we?”

The dark-haired and pale skinned human male standing next to her cleared his throat. Gomorrah stepped past the female and appraised this man. Somehow he had not noticed it at first, but when he took a sniff he could smell the female human’s scent on him.

“This is your…mate?” Gomorrah asked, turning back to Jenny.

She nodded adamantly. “Yes, he is my husband. If you buy one of us, you buy us both.”

Rangu snarled, stepping up to strike the woman for her insolence, but Gomorrah caught the other ape’s wrist before he could hit her. “Rangu…” Gomorrah began darkly, his patience for the slaver wearing thin. “Try that again and you’ll have to make due with only one hand. Permanently.” Rangu bowed his head submissively and stepped back as he was put in his place.

The gorilla chief turned back to the human male. “And what is your name?”

The man cleared his throat. “Michael.”

Gomorrah nodded. “And what do you do?”

“I worked in construction,” Michael explained. “Do you, erm, know what that is?”

Gomorrah snorted. “Yes, I know what that is.” This man could prove very useful; his previous ape foreman in charge of upkeep at his fortress didn’t know a baboon’s bum about proper construction.

The gorilla thought long and hard about this. The fact that the beautiful female was already taken was a complication in his original plan. But already the cunning simian began to formulate a backup plan. Killing, gelding or leaving behind the husband was out of the question. Gomorrah was no monster. Or at least, far from the worst monster in the wastelands.

He stepped off from the slaves assembled and scratched his chin. His gaze was solely fixed on the blonde-haired human woman though, who was now leaning over to whisper something to her husband.

King Gomorrah turned to Korm. “I want the female. Jenny. Buy her.”

Korm grumbled affirmatively. Though his lieutenant huffed and puffed about his duties, he nevertheless did what he was told. For all his bitching, Korm had proven reliable.

As Korm procured the necessary coin, Gomorrah leaned over and nudged his lieutenant. “Korm…purchase the male as well,” he said, pointing to the tall dark-haired, pale-skinned human standing alongside the beautiful buxom blonde.

Korm snorted, the bonobo lieutenant looking skeptically at his superior. “What do you need him for, chieftain? Human males are weak. The female should be sufficient for your needs.”

Gomorrah’s dark brow furrowed, the gorilla looking disapprovingly at his simian lackey. “The male and the female human are mates. Bringing the male will keep the female compliant.”

Korm chuckled darkly. “Compliant, chieftain? Why do you need her compliant!? Human females are weak and easily overpowered.”

Gomorrah shook his head. Many of his cohorts did not understand his perspective when it came to many of the humans. Sure, out in the Badlands and the cities, there were apes that did business with humans. But for chieftains like him, it was rare for them to treat human slaves fairly. They couldn’t understand the concept of attracting more flies with honey than with vinegar, but he found that it was a perspective that had allowed his settlement to prosper.

“Just do as I say, Korm,” Gomorrah ordered, narrowing his eyes at the bonobo lest he get any ideas of challenging his patience further. Korm threw up his hands with a sigh, loping over to Rangu to make the transaction. Gomorrah watched Rangu greedily pocket the coin Korm gave him before he gave Jenny and Michael’s chain a yank, handing them off to Korm.

Michael and Jenny looked at each other uncertainly as they were given over to Gomorrah. The human couple flinched when he reached down and promptly unlocked the collars around their necks. Both humans blinked with surprise.

“As an act of good will, I am removing your chains. I trust you will not try to escape?”

Michael and Jenny looked back at the gorilla guardedly. The human husband furrowed his brow. “That depends on what you are planning to do with us.”

“I have need of your services.”

“What kind of services?” Jenny asked suspiciously.

The gorilla turned away. “I will explain when we return to my fortress. Rest assured, I have no intention of harming either of you.”

Without another word, King Gomorrah loped to the front of his ape entourage, marching them onward with their new “guests” in tow. With an uncertain look at each other, the human couple reluctantly followed along, flanked on either side out of the ruined city by the gorilla king’s ape footsoldiers.

As they followed the column of apes, Michael leaned over to Jenny. “How fast do you think we could make a break for it?” he whispered.

Jenny gulped, looking at the surrounding apes. They were mostly ignoring them, but she noted that they seemed to constantly keep them in sight. The chimpanzee guard nearest to her wrinkled his nose as he looked at them. “They’d catch us for sure, babe.”

Michael sighed. “You’re probably right. But…we have to do something. I don’t know what this…King Gomorrah’s game is. Buys us off a slaver only to take off our shackles? What’s that about?”

Jenny rubbed her arm, looking hesitantly around the outskirts of the ruined city. “I don’t know. Maybe he’s not so bad,” she said, sounding hopeful.

Michael snorted. “Babe, he’s an ape warlord. They’re all bad.”

She said nothing in response to that. She prayed that her husband was wrong, but thus far this new world had not been kind to most of the human survivors. There was a high likelihood that they had gotten out of the frying pan and into the fire.

+++

After about a ten mile march, Gomorrah, his apes and his new human “guests” passed through the entrance of Gomorrah’s fortress. Both Jenny and Michael recognized it as an abandoned casino. Back before the bombs fell, they had even gone there on a date once. It felt like a lifetime ago.

It looked very different now that the ape warband had moved in. Jenny and Michael looked up at the vast makeshift fortifications that had been constructed near the entrance to the old casino - a vast wooden palisade wall had been constructed around the perimeter of the main casino structure and the outer buildings, along with a vast gatehouse and guard towers that they passed through.

Once they entered the fortress itself, they found themselves in the middle of a beehive of activity. In the main hall of the former casino, there was a bazaar not dissimilar from the one they’d been in the ruins of Aurora, albeit smaller. Apes and humans from across the Wastes had come to sell and exchange their wares in King Gomorrah’s colony. There were raucous hoots from apes across the colony. Michael and Jenny looked up as a small group of them used ropes to swing across the atrium overhead.

As they were led up to a grand spiral staircase, an orangutan with flecks of grey in his orange beard came loping up to King Gomorrah. “Hail King Gomorrah!” the orangutan greeted, giving a deferential bow.

King Gomorrah touched his knuckles to his subordinate. “Speak, Howard. How did the fortress fare while I was away?”

Michael and Jenny both had to bite back a smirk at the mention of the orantuatan’s name. Howard scratched at his flanges awkwardly. “We are having some…problems with the new tower. I think the foundation was not set right.”

Gomorrah sighed, the massive gorilla grumbling under his breath. He glanced back in Michael’s direction briefly before turning back to Howard, clapping the orange orangutan on his burly back. “I may have a solution to that. Go see what you can do. I will have words with you later, old friend.”

Howard bowed, wrinkling his nose as he snuck a glance at Michael and Jenny before loping off. Gomorrah turned to the rest of the Simian soldiers that had marched with him to Aurora, grunting and dismissing them. They gave a salute to him, slapping their chests, and marching off in different directions save for a couple of them closest to Michael and Jenny.

The gorilla looked back at the humans, towering over them. They were frozen in place, wondering why he’d called off most of his guard detail. He nodded his head in the direction of the stairwell. “Come.”

Reluctantly the human couple followed Gomorrah and his two guards up the spiral stairwell that led into the upper levels of the former casino. Here they were led past rows of rooms that had been converted into thatch-covered dwellings for the apes, with some of the original rotting walls having crumbled down and the rooms having been converted into makeshift huts. Jenny and Michael realized that there were formerly hotel rooms for the casino; many of the former beds and mattresses were still in use within many of them along with some of the cabinetry, but the rest of the huts had been furnished to the liking of many of the apes that now occupied them.

Gomorrah led them up to one of these huts. He opened the simple covering that served as a door for them before the towering gorilla turned toward them. Without a word, he nodded for them to enter. After a hesitant look at each other, Michael and Jenny entered the dwelling, finding that it was surprisingly clean and well-prepared, with a bed large enough and comfortable-looking, with a barrel of water and a small basket of fruit. There also seemed to be some simple stitched clothing laid out on the bed that they could change into.

They looked back at their new master with newfound appreciation. “This is…for us?!” Jenny asked with surprise.

The gorilla nodded. “Rest. I will summon you both soon.” With that, he and his two guards loped off. Michael and Jenny peeked their heads around the threshold of the open doorway and watched him go, still looking for some sort of hidden or ulterior motive from him, like at any point he would turn back around to have them both thrown in a cage. But it didn’t happen.

With a sigh of relief, they both went back into their new dwelling, looking at each other. “What are you thinking, honey?” Jenny asked her husband.

He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m thinking that if this is some kind of ruse then he’s off to a good start. What do you think King Kong’s angle is?”

Jenny thought for several moments. “He definitely wants something from us. He clearly chose us out of all the others for some reason,” she agreed. The blonde-haired wife looked around their accommodations. “But this is…not bad. I half expected us to be put into a cage.”

“Maybe he still will, babe,” Michael opined. “But still, I have to admit that this place is more orderly than other ape strongholds we’ve seen.”

She nodded in agreement. “I noticed that too. I like to think that King Gomorrah is a good leader, but…I suppose we should be careful until we learn more.”

Jenny and Michael crawled into bed, simply content to snuggle close and get some rest. As Michael stroked a hand lovingly through her blonde hair he murmured under his breath, “With a name like ‘Gomorrah’, I know I’m keeping my head on a swivel.”

+++

When Jenny and Michael awoke, they felt better rested than they had in a long time. They’d been on the move for many days now, with very little time to sleep in between. Though they were under no illusions that they were still prisoners here, it was nevertheless a blessing to get just one full night of sleep.

After they both bathed in the large tub that had been prepared for them and changed into the new set of clothing given to them, they heard a firm rapping at their doorway. King Gomorrah ducked his head underneath the doorway, barely able to pass through the threshold due to his immense bulk.

“Are you rested?” The gorilla asked both of them.

Jenny and Michael nodded. “Yes…thank you,” she said with a small smile.

The gorilla nodded. “I ask that you come with me,” he said in his deep tenor to Jenny. He then looked at Michael, motioning to his chimpanzee subordinate waiting outside the dwelling. “Korm will bring you to meet with my foreman. You saw him when you first arrived.”

They both recalled the orangutan foreman they’d seen Gomorrah talking to when they’d first arrived. But the prospect of being separated from each other was deeply concerning. Jenny and Michael looked back at each other warily. “Where are you taking Jenny?” Michael asked skeptically.

“To explain to her her duties,” Gomorrah replied with a grunt.

“And what are those?”

Korm, Gomorrah’s guard captain, intoned a growl and was about to march into the room upon hearing the human male speak out of turn. Gomorrah calmly waved Korm back and Korm obediently filed back out of the room.

“Your wife can explain when she returns to you later,” Gomorrah replied.

And that was the end of the discussion. It wasn’t the answer that Michael wanted to hear, but it would have to do. He clasped his wife’s hand and shared a kiss with her before reluctantly separating from her and following Korm out of their room, leaving her with their gorilla host.

Korm said nothing to Michael as he was down the large central stairwell. Similarly to when they’d first arrive, he was taken aback by the ordered chaos to the ape colony. Overheard, the apes were using an archaic but functional pulley system to transport buckets of water around the colony from the lower levels to the upper levels. Apes used ropes to swing from one side of the colony to the other quickly and he heard their hoots all around him. He spotted the occasional human too; by his estimations, they seemed to make up about ten percent of the stronghold, perhaps less. He could only guess that most of them were on the lower rungs of the colony’s hierarchy, however.

He looked at the ape enforcer leading him. “Where are we going?”

Korm shot him a dirty look. He looked like he was considering hitting him, but he held back. Likely because Gomorrah ordered him not to unless he tried to escape. “Human talks too much. Follow!”

Michael piped down at that point. Gomorrah may have had a calmer disposition, but this clearly did not extend to all of his underlings. Korm seemed to genuinely hate him, as a great deal of evolved apes did. But whether that was for some personal reason or just general prejudice, Michael couldn’t say. All the same, he decided that this ape was not the conversational sort and it would be best to stay quiet around him.

After being escorted down to the lower level and through the bazaar, Michael saw the orangutan sitting atop one of the defunct slot machines from the old casino, drinking from a flask. The ape’s large gut was spilling out from his vest.

“Howard!” Korm called out to the orangutan.

The great orange-furred ape spotted Korm and the human. “Ah, Korm! What do you want?” The orangutan asked as he corked his flash, using his foot to scratch an itch on his belly.

Korm shoved Michael forward. “The boss wants this one to…assist you with construction.”

Howard looked at Michael skeptically. “Ah, this is the new human, ya?” Howard hopped down from the slot machine. It was not a graceful drop, the orangutan drinking god knows what from his flask. He loped up to Michael with a stagger and the human husband to his credit stood his ground as the much larger ape stumbled up to him. “What’s your name, man?”

“Michael.”

“Michael,” Howard the orangutan repeated. He took another swig from his flask. “Do you know a thing about building?”

Michael nodded. “I worked in construction before…”

“...Before those bombs fell and us apes got smart enough to stop scratching our butts all the time?” A wide smile suddenly stretched across the large ape’s face. “Good!” He clapped Michael on the shoulder. “Because the last foreman didn’t know shit about building. I’ve been doing my best to fix all the blunders he made, but I’m only one ape! I could use the help getting these baboons in line.”

Michael rubbed his shoulder, feeling like the orangutan had damn near dislocated it, clearly not knowing his own strength while tipsy. “Well…I suppose that’s what I am here for.”

“Course it is!” Howard said cheerfully, scratching his flanges. “And you do your job right, and King Gomorrah will be real fair to you. You’ll see.”

Korm, who was standing nearby, rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes. Just make sure the human doesn’t fuck things up, or we are selling him back.” With that, he stomped off, mumbling something unintelligible.

Howard watched the chimp enforcer lope off and he shook his head. “Don’t mind him. Korm is a baboon’s ass. Only knows how to hit things. But come!” Howard put his arm around Michael’s shoulder, leading him. “Let me introduce you to the boys, and then we’ll see about getting to work on this damn tower.”

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Jenny looked around King Gomorrah’s chambers. They were standing in the remains of the casino’s executive suite that had been converted into King Gomorrah’s audience chamber. A large dining table was set up in the middle of the room, and before it was a large, round audience chamber with a large makeshift throne in front of it. One big enough for a gorilla to sit in, she noted. Along the outside walls there were booths and other tables set up for Gomorrah’s courtiers to be seated.

Gomorrah led Jenny over to two human women, much to her surprise. What also came as a surprise was how scantily they were dressed. Though the change of clothing she’d been given was simple, it still covered up much more than whatever they were wearing. One of the women had dark hair, dusky skin and wore gold and maroon-colored belly-dancer garb. She looked to be of Indian descent. The other woman meanwhile had ginger hair, pale skin and freckles and she wore a similar outfit, albeit in green instead of maroon. She was most likely Irish-American. Both women were around Jenny’s age, perhaps a couple years younger and in very good shape.

“Jenny, I’d like to introduce you to Clara,” the gorilla said, gently touching the shoulder of the pale redhead. “And Anna-Marie,” he said, touching the caramel-skinned woman.

To her surprise, the two dancing girls leaned forward to give her a cordial hug. “Welcome!” Clara exclaimed happily.

Anna-Marie smiled at the gorilla. “She’s a very pretty one, King!”

King Gomorrah chuffed with amusement, appraising the three beautiful human women. One of his chimpanzee servants waved him over to get his attention. “I have other matters to attend to. Why don’t Clara and Anna-Marie help you get acquainted? I will be with you shortly.”

He trudged off, leaving Jenny alone with these two other human women. She blushed, suddenly feeling very overdressed in their presence. Jenny had never been a prude and she certainly liked showing off some skin for Michael on occasion, both before and after the bombs fell. But given that this was all completely new for her and she was still technically a prisoner to an ape overlord, she wasn’t sure if she could bear wearing something so skimpy in this sort of situation.

Clara and Anna-Marie for their part did not seem to share that sentiment. They both seemed oddly relaxed, if anything. “So Jenny, what do you think of the colony so far?” Clara asked.

Jenny rubbed the back of her neck, trying to avoid looking too much at their skin. She could faintly catch a glimpse of their nipples beneath their sheer cloth outfits. “It seems, erm, orderly,” Jenny concluded. “And King Gomorrah seems…different to other ape warlords we’ve seen. Well-spoken.”

Anna-Marie giggled, sharing a wry look with Clara. “Oh yes, dear. He’s certainly different.”

“You mentioned ‘we’. Did you arrive here with someone?” Clara asked Jenny.

Jenny nodded. “My husband, Michael,” Jenny replied.

Clara perked up at that. “Oh, King Gomorrah brought you both here together? That’s so sweet!”

The tan-skinned dancer chimed in. “I think I saw him walking in with you. He’s pretty cute!”

Jenny smiled awkwardly. “Thank you.” She didn’t know what else to say. The circumstances that led to her and Michael falling into temporary enslavement only to now be having a normal conversation were a bit disorienting.

After a few seconds of silence, she leaned forward conspiratorially after looking back to make sure Gomorrah was not in earshot. “Listen, can I ask you both an honest question?”

“Of course, dear!”

She rubbed the palm of her hand nervously. “Gomorrah…King Gomorrah purchased my husband and I from a slave market. And we have no idea what he has planned for us. Can he be trusted not to hurt us?”

They both looked at her sympathetically. “We know how you feel, Jenny,” Anna-Marie said softly. “Clara and I were just as scared as you when we first arrived here. There are some ape warlords out there that do not treat humans well. But I can tell you for a fact that King Gomorrah isn’t like that. He doesn’t hurt anybody who doesn’t deserve it. He rules his colony through respect, not fear. You’ll see.”

“Gomorrah was a zoo ape, you know,” Clara added with a whisper. Jenny wondered if this was not information about his history that she was supposed to know. “Before the bombs fell, I mean. And he had a good caretaker. He never learned to hate humans. Unlike some.”

These words did offer her some comfort. Unless they’d simply been coached on what to say to her by Gomorrah as a ruse. She couldn’t exactly rule out that possibility. “But what exactly is expected of me?” Jenny whispered. “Am I to be a dancer like you?”

Clara and Anna-Marie shared a knowing look before grinning, as if they knew something she didn’t. “Something like that,” Clara replied. “But I will let him tell you more.”

She frowned at that. Clearly they weren’t going to divulge any more about her actual purpose here. Jenny looked over at King Gomorrah at the other side of the room, who was wrapping up giving his instructions to his underling. She looked back at the two dancers. “I’m surprised that he has you both here, if you don’t mind me saying. I’ve never seen an ape colony with human dancers.”

Clara and Anna-Marie again smiled, looking at her like she was a naive child. “You really don’t know, do you?” Anna-Marie asked.

“Know what?” the blonde-haired wife asked with a raised brow.

“Gomorrah has a thing for human females.”

Jenny blinked at this response. “Oh…” she said simply, unsure of what to make of this. In hindsight, it made sense. He’d specifically taken an interest in her at the slave market. But what exactly did that mean for her? He was an ape! And she had a husband, for crying out loud!

“And…all you do is dance for him?”

Clara opened and closed her mouth, pursing her lips. She seemed to weigh her response before she answered, “Yes, all we do is dance for him.”

She let out a sigh of relief. Dancing in a skimpy outfit for the visual amusement of an evolved gorilla overlord. She supposed there could be far worse fates. But what of Michael? This would be a tough sell for him.

Gomorrah lumbered up to her and Jenny turned to him with her hands folded in front of her respectfully. “Follow me,” he ordered her.

Jenny nodded to the two dancing girls as they returned to their business. The tall, strongly-built behemoth of a gorilla with dark black fur led her to his personal quarters behind the main suite. The only thing that separated the bedroom portion of the suite from the rest of it was a large set of curtains. Two of his guards peeled them aside to make room for him and his human guest.

Now alone with the gorilla leader, she found herself standing before a large circular bed. Many of the original bedsheets were gone and replaced with an assortment of bear and wolfskin furs.

He walked to the nearby table and poured her a cup of water and handed it to her. “Please…sit,” he intoned deeply.

She took a drink and sat down at the end of the bed. His dark brown eyes were on her, watching her every move. When she’d finished her drink, she handed the empty cup back to him as he set it down on the table.

Now that she was alone with her Simian “benefactor”, she was now able to take the full measure of him. As he was likewise doing with her, no doubt. His burly, tall black furred form was striking to her, as was the fact that he was less hunched over than gorillas of the past had been - a byproduct of their mutations, no doubt. He even wore a beard and dark sideburns, looking nearly human save for the craggy features on his face. There was a cunning intellect in his dark brown eyes. Indeed, he had seemed more measured in his speech and mannerisms than other apes of his social standing.

“What do you make of my colony?” he asked her calmly.

She brushed a hand through her blonde hair, thinking for a moment. “It seems…very orderly. And the people have been kind so far.”

He nodded his head sagely. “I am pleased you approve.”

After a lapse of silence between the ape and the human woman, she finally summoned the nerve to speak up.

“My king…”

He raised up a large hand. “You may call me Gomorrah.”

She blinked, surprised he was willing to let her use his name rather than his title. “Gomorrah,” she repeated. “What is to become of my husband and I?”

“Husband is to be my new construction foreman, working with my overseer. A good position in the colony. He will have both apes and humans working under him.”

She nodded. That wasn’t so bad for Michael. She was happy that he would at least be doing something that would play to his strengths.

“And what about me?” Jenny asked.

The gorilla king crossed his arms. “I have a proposition for you, human.”

She blinked. “A proposition?” She was shocked that he even knew the word, or cared. He was technically their slaver, after all. Even if he appeared to be a reasonable kind. “What kind?” Jenny asked cautiously. “To be a dancer, like Clara and Anna-Maria?”

“No.” He mulled this over, the simian seeming to weigh his words carefully as he stood before her, towering over her. “I do not mince my words or intend to be deceptive. So I will say it plainly. I wish you to be my concubine.”

Jenny suddenly felt dizzy, her cheeks turning bright red. She didn’t even know if she’d heard him correctly. “W- what?!”

“Concubine,” he repeated, like it was the simplest thing in the world. His simian facial expression was dead serious and not jovial in any way.

Jenny’s heart thundered in her chest. This was her worst fear brought to life, a niggling thought that she’d pushed to the back of her mind when Gomorrah had purchased her and Michael from the slave market.

When she could at last pick her jaw up off the floor, she stammed, “But…I am married!”

He raised a giant charcoal hand. “Let me finish.” His eyes narrowed at her and she clammed up.

“Submit to me as my concubine, and your husband will be treated well. He will not be overworked, or beaten. He will be given regular meals. And held in high prestige in the colony. I will even allow you to spend time with him and be intimate with him on a regular basis.”

Jenny looked extremely skeptical, looking up into the obsidian face of her towering simian captor to look for any hint of deceit. Surely this was all some kind of ruse. “I don’t understand why you’re offering this…” she said, shaking her blonde head, pacing the room. “If you…want me,” she began, blushing. “Why do you not take me by force?”

His gruff face took on what she perceived as an expression of amusement. “Funny…my subordinate said the same thing when I purchased you.” He scratched his chin. “True, I could overpower you. Easily.”

Jenny grimaced at that, but a moment later she realized it was foolish to get offended. He was simply telling the truth. He was a gorilla, for crying out loud. A mountain of pure muscle underneath that black fur, towering over her. Her strength was a tiny fraction of his own, and both of them knew it.

“But that bores me,” Gomorrah explained. “It is a tedious way of doing things. You humans used to think of us apes as brainless brutes. So why give you reasons to keep thinking that?”

Jenny absorbed this as she paced, feeling his eyes on her body. A part of her was incensed that she was being made to choose between her husband’s well-being and the sanctity of their marriage. She glared back at her captor pointedly. “And if I refuse? Will you take what you want from me then?”

The towering ape-man sighed. “I believe I just made it clear to you that I don’t take females by force. But if you refuse, then I will have no choice but to sell you and your husband back to the slaver I purchased you from. And your next master may be far less merciful than I.”

Or more merciful, Jenny thought. Jenny scowled, crossing her arms. She and Michael could take that gamble. Refuse to be compliant and get sold back to the slaver, and they could potentially end up being sold to a human or ape warlord that did not expect sex from her. Or someone negligent enough that they could plot some sort of escape. But who was she kidding? In this new world, someone like Gomorrah was the best they could hope for in the slavery business. The fact that he was talking to her rather than immediately tearing off her clothes and humping her into submission was a plus.

Bastard. He had her cornered, and he knew it.

“So let me get this straight,” she said. “You want me to be your…personal sex slave,” she gulped before continuing. “In exchange, my husband and I will be given special treatment. And if we refuse then we will be sold back to the slaver, who then may sell us to another client who may simply kill my husband for fun and rape me to death? And you call this a choice?”

Gomorrah snorted with bemusement. “Everyone has a choice, human. For example, you and your husband made the choice to steal from another warlord and were caught and enslaved in the process. This is the consequence of that. But I do see your point. If you feel that I am coercing you into your cooperation, then allow me to sweeten the deal. Give me your willing service, and if you and your husband are cooperative and perform your jobs well, then I will grant you both your freedom after one year of service.”

Jenny pressed two fingers to her lips, her heart beating faster. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up. A year of servitude for freedom? What other slave master would give that kind of offer? Jenny wasn’t foolish; she knew this was perhaps just a ruse to force her cooperation. But it was still undeniably preferable to most other alternatives in captivity.

“Fuck,” Jenny swore under her breath. She couldn’t believe she was actually considering this. What would Michael think of all this?

She turned back to Gomorrah, looking up at the strongly-built gorilla sitting patiently in front of her. “I have not agreed to this yet. But if I did agree to it…what would be expected of me?”

“Sex.”

“I know sex!” Jenny retorted indignantly, her face beat red with embarrassment. “I mean, what kind, and how often?”

“Very often,” he replied, like it was the simplest thing in the world. “Several times a day.”

Jenny gulped, her mouth feeling dry. The prospect of getting fucked by a gorilla king several times daily was a daunting prospect. But at least he was honest about it. She looked at him, her eyes looking between his legs, trying to imagine what his beastly manhood looked like underneath his loincloth. She shook her head, banishing such thoughts as soon as they surfaced.

“You need to drain your balls that badly?” she asked sarcastically with a grimace.

She saw an uncharacteristic smile on his usually-stoic simian face. “If you were looking at what I am looking at, you would need to as well.”

Jenny blushed. It was no secret that she was attractive. Her husband made that very known to her all the time. Hell, it was probably why she was chosen by Gomorrah for this…job. “Flattery won’t work on me, ape.” As she said the words, she hoped he wouldn’t pick up on the crimson shade of her cheeks. She looked back at him. “Would it…hurt?”

He cocked his dark head at her. “There would be discomfort, especially at first. I’m far larger than you. That cannot be avoided. But if you are asking if I intend to hit you or abuse you in any way beyond the penetration, then the answer is no.”

She sighed. Again, more blunt honesty. She appreciated that, at least. But there was always a risk of him going back on his word after she agreed to the deal. Then again, if he was that much of a savage, he wouldn’t be offering a deal. He would just take.

Jenny looked back up at him. “You said that Michael and I could…still be intimate?”

The large gorilla leader scratched his chin. “Mouth and touch only.”

“Oh.” Jenny frowned. She supposed it made sense. Intercourse with Michael could just result in pregnancy and therefore another mouth to feed. Mouth and hands were pretty much all they’d used to pleasure each other these past few years anyway.

She raised a brow at him. “But you will be doing more than that?”

Gomorrah snorted at her like she was an ignorant child. “I cannot get you pregnant.”

She sighed, suddenly feeling dumb. Still, Michael was not going to be happy about this. It was bad enough that he was going to have to let his wife be fucked daily by their master - an ape, no less. But to not be able to have regular intercourse with her while Gomorrah was able to indulge in that as much as he wanted to? She didn’t know if he'd be able to accept that. Nor could she really blame him.

Jenny paced back and forth while he patiently watched her. Finally she turned to him. “I…I need to think about this,” she said, looking at the floor. She couldn’t look at him directly now, lest she start to imagine what he looked like with his loincloth removed. “I need time to talk to Michael about this.”

He nodded. “I understand. Explain it to him. Sleep on it. I will expect your answer by morning. You may go.”

Jenny’s shoulders sagged and she quickly power-walked out of the room, averting the gorilla king’s gaze as she went. Luckily as she walked out into his audience chamber, Clara and Anna-Marie were not there anymore, thankfully. The last thing she wanted to do was talk to them again and have them singing Gomorrah’s praises to her. Her heart still beating in her chest, Jenny returned to the nearby room that she and Michael had been given.

Michael was sitting cross legged on the ground of their room, where a tray was laid out for them. Immediately the scent of freshly cooked meat wafted into her nostrils. Michael turned to her and his expression brightened when he saw her standing in the doorway.

“Hey babe! Come take a look at this!”

Jenny hesitantly walked over and took a seat next to him. They were given a spread of food from salted pork to fresh fruit, and even a bottle of wine. Michael was eagerly forking at bits of the pork and scarfing them down. She couldn’t blame him; they hadn’t seen a meal this good in some time. It felt like a gut punch to have to kill the mood by telling him about the “deal” that Gomorrah had proposed to her.

“Can you believe this shit?” Michael asked her through mouthfuls of food. “I wasn’t sure about this King Gomorrah, but if he feeds his colony food like this, I can’t say I have much of a problem with him.”

Jenny watched him eat with a guilty expression on her face, idly pushing a piece of meat around the plate. Noticing that she was quiet, Michael brushed her arm. “What’s wrong, honey?” he asked her with concern, finishing his chewing.

She took a deep breath. “I have to tell you something, babe,” Jenny said, putting aside the food after not touching a bite.

“Yeah?” Michael noticed the foreboding tone of her voice.

After spending several seconds deciding how best to approach this, she finally started off with, “I met with King Gomorrah.”

“And what did he tell you?” Michael asked hesitantly, a stern look on his face.

Jenny gulped, looking away with shame and embarrassment. She went back and forth in her head about how to broach this subject, and now the words were simply not coming to her.

“He…he says we have to…I have to…” she stammered.

“Don’t tell me he’s sending us back to that piece of shit slaver?” Michael suddenly interjected with a look of worry on his face.

Jenny shook her head. “N- no…not exactly. Not if we do what he’s asking of us.”

Michael let out a premature whoosh of relief. “Oh, thank god. He seems to actually have a pretty good setup here and I was worried that-

“Michael!” Jenny blurted out, making him fall silent from the seriousness of her tone. “He wants to fuck me. He wants me to be his…concubine.”

Michael blinked, gaping with disbelief. There was a long, pregnant silence between the two of them for several seconds. “You…you’re not joking, are you babe?”

She shook her head, looking down at the floor. At once, Michael dropped the food he still had in his hand, clearly having lost his appetite. “And that bastard thinks that a meal is going to make us agree to this?” His fists were clenched with seething anger. “I’ll kill him if he tries to put his hands on you!”

“Michael,” Jenny said, putting her hand on his arm. “You can’t. Even if you could somehow kill Gomorrah, he’s got an entire stronghold of loyal followers. There’s no way we’d make it out of here alive.”

“And what’s the alternative?!” Michael shouted, not even caring if he was within earshot of Gomorrah’s quarters. “Letting him force himself on you?!”

Jenny shook her head. “It isn’t forced, Michael. He’s giving us the option to decline. We just won’t be able to stay if we do.”

Michael let out a bemused snort. “Oh goody, coercion then? What a great choice!” He exclaimed sarcastically.

“Michael…he said he’d set us free after a year if we do our jobs well.”

Michael’s eyes widened for a brief moment as he realized how good that sounded. What other ape warlord offered a deal like that? But Michael quickly shook his head. “Bullshit. It’s a trick to keep us in line. It must be.”

They were silent for several moments. Michael looked the most perturbed she’d ever seen him, and she could not blame him. “Michael…as bad as this may sound, we may have no choice here…”

Michael looked at her with wide eyes. “Babe…don’t tell me you are seriously humoring this.”

Jenny rubbed her arm sheepishly. “I don’t want to. But consider the alternative. At least here, you and I are still together. If we refuse and get sent back to the slaver, we could end up with someone worse. Or get sold to two different owners entirely. And what if Gomorrah actually does set us free after a year?”

Michael swore with realization. “Fuck,” he slammed his fist on the ground. “What do we do?”

“Honey,” Jenny said softly, taking a deep breath. “I think we need to take the deal.”

Michael shook his head. “Jenny…you’re my wife! And he’s…he’s an ape! I don’t know if I can bear this.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Jenny argued. “It will be me having to do this, Michael.” She sighed. “But the thought of me potentially being separated from you and never seeing you again is not something I’d be able to live with.”

Michael leaned forward and kissed her, which she met with the same tender passion. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Jenny shook her head. “I don’t see what other real choice we have,” she said with a bemused sigh.

“Yeah…”

He pulled her close as they fell back onto their bed with each other, ignoring the simian hooting and the sounds of everyday trivial chaos of the colony beyond their threshold. Their plate of food was forgotten for now, though perhaps they would return to nibbling at it in a little while.

“Are you going to give him your answer?

Jenny shook her head. “Later. For now I just want to be with you, Mr. Hunk,” she said, leaning forward and kissing him again.

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Jenny let out a relaxed sigh as she sank into the hot water. After months on the road, it was pure heaven to finally have a hot bath. The former casino hotel’s spa no longer had running water, but they had been filled manually by Gomorrah’s workers with fresh water that had been brought in and warmed up. The blonde-haired wife leaned her head back on the edge of the jacuzzi, kicking her feet up with a smile as she watched her toes breach the surface of the water.

This reprieve was nearly enough to make her forget about what was expected of her the following night. Nearly.

Jenny had formally told Gomorrah that she had agreed to his proposal. Michael had not been present for this, as they both knew that he was likely to do something rash. He’d busied himself getting further acquainted with Howard and the rest of the colony’s ongoing construction efforts. Gomorrah had been strangely calm as he heard her answer, simply telling her stoically that he would send for her later the following evening.

She heard a soft knocking at the entrance. Jenny raised her head up, her eyes wide as she instinctively moved to cover up her full naked breasts. “W- who is it?”

Clara and Anna-Marie ducked their heads around the corner of the doorway. “Hey, Jenny!” They greeted her excitedly. “Mind if we join you?”

Jenny relaxed somewhat when she realized that Gomorrah or his ape underlings were not coming to violate her privacy. “Yes…I mean, sure,” she softly replied.

The gorilla king’s dancing girls filed into the room, carrying some towels with them. Jenny brushed her fingers through her wet blonde hair, expecting the two to walk over and use one of the other jacuzzi tubs. Instead, to her shock, they dropped their towels near the edge of the tub, disrobed and sank their bodies into the same tub as her. She briefly saw Anna-Marie’s darker breasts and Clara’s pale, freckled breasts break the surface of the water as they lowered themselves in. As both of them began rinsing their bodies, they cast their gazes enviously in her direction, sneaking a peek at her chest. She was bustier than them both; it was not boastful to acknowledge this, merely a fact.

“So…are you nervous?” Clara asked her.

Jenny raised a brow to the redhead. “That I have to cheat on my husband and prostitute myself to a gorilla warlord? Of course I am nervous.”

“Don’t worry, dear. King Gomorrah will be gentle and fair with you. You may even enjoy it,” Anne-Marie said conspiratorially. This got a blush and a smile from Clara.

Jenny wrinkled her nose. “I doubt it.” After a few moments she looked back at them. “Have either of you slept with him?”

Clara and Anne-Marie shook their heads. “No, we only dance for him.”

Jenny looked back with confusion. “But you said he was into human girls.”

“He is,” Clara replied. “But he’s also picky.”

Jenny sighed with annoyance. “So I’m the lucky chosen one? Great.” She closed her eyes again and let herself soak in the hot water. Anything to distance herself away from this a while longer. Even these two dancers were starting to get on her nerves.

She heard them wade closer to her in the water until they were close. She opened her eyes as she looked at the two other naked women suspiciously. “What are you doing?”

Anna-Marie gave her a composed smile. “The king asked us to get you ready for tomorrow tonight.” She held her tan arm up to show that she was holding a shaving razor in her hand.

Jenny looked at them defensively. “What for? This wasn’t part of the deal.”

“It’s just a simple shave, that’s all,” Clara explained. “We’ll be quick.”

Jenny rolled her eyes and conceded. “Fine. Just get it over with.” She sat up on the ledge of the tub and reluctantly waited for them.

With a smile, the two women went to work on her with their shaving razors. Jenny had accumulated more body hair while she and her husband had been wandering the wastes. The opportunities to shave had been few and far between. Anna-Marie ran the blade carefully along her left armpit before Clara did the same with her right.

As the two women shaved her, she chewed her lip. Though she was hesitant to bring this up, there was one thing that unnerved her. Before she could stop herself, she decided to come out with it. “King Gomorrah mentioned something. He…” she gulped. “...he said that it might be uncomfortable at first. What did he mean by that?”

Anna-Marie and Clara looked at each other with a knowing smile before looking back at her. “He means that he’s pretty big,” Clara said.

“You know… down there,” Anna-Marie added.

Jenny gulped, rubbing her bare legs together beneath the hot water. “That’s…that’s not possible though, is it? Gorillas are supposedly small. I remember reading that.”

Clara smirked. “Maybe they were before the bombs fell. But Gomorrah’s mutations certainly gave him a growth spurt.”

Jenny’s head was spinning from this new information. She looked back at them skeptically. “You said that you never had sex with him.”

“We haven’t,” Anna-Marie explained, finishing shaving Jenny’s armpit. “But when we dance, he sometimes has us strip for him.”

“While he watches and…pleasures himself,” Clara added scandalously.

“Oh.” Jenny was blushing bright red. This had become more complicated. Being made to fuck Gomorrah would have been easier to deal with knowing that he would be packing something tiny. But that was apparently not the case. Part of her still hoped that these two girls were lying, but the rational part of her knew that it had to be true given that she’d find out for herself soon enough.

Anna-Marie and Clara turned their attention to her midriff. Jenny was ashamed to admit that she had a bit of a forest growing down there given how little time she’d had to shave.

“May we?” Anna-Marie asked her, motioning to her patch of blonde pubis.

Jenny chewed her lip. “Does Gomorrah really care about that?” Given how much fur he himself had, she doubted that he would care of her having a bit of her own.

“He prefers if you’re nice and smooth,” Clara said with a chipper reply. “I guess it’s his thing. He wants a human woman, not an ape woman. The less hair the better.”

Jenny groaned under her breath. She reluctantly spread her legs. “Fine…just do it.”

Smiling, Anna-Marie and Clara descended on her like vultures with their shaving razors, running hedgerows across her pubic mound.

Schick. Schick. Schick.

Jenny listened to them shave away every last blonde hair from her groin. Looking down, she saw Clara biting her lip with a small smile while she did her work, whilst Anna-Marie was more professional in her attentiveness. She had the suspicion that Clara was probably into women in some capacity. Jenny suddenly felt a tad vulnerable as the redhaired young woman gazed at her pussy while shaving away her pubes.

Once her pubic mound was completely smooth and hairless, Clara and Anna-Marie ran their dainty fingers across it. “There we go. Done.”

“So smooth you could eat off it,” Clara said with a smile.

Jenny gave her a strange look and closed her legs. She proceeded to finish her bath before stepping out of the tub, where Anna-Marie had a towel waiting for her. She indulged their efforts in drying her off, feeling that it was pointless to tell them that she could do it herself. Gomorrah had no doubt ordered them to tend to her, so she let them get on with it. She had to remind herself that these two could technically be considered prisoners here, just like she was. Gomorrah could dress it up however he wanted and might be more benevolent than other ape warlords, but he was still their jailor.

As Anna-Marie helped her dry off, Clara suddenly approached, hiding something behind her back. The redhead wore a cheeky grin on her face. “What is that?” Jenny asked suspiciously.

Clara did not say a word as she unveiled what she was hiding: a very skimpy set of maroon-colored silk lingerie, complete with a matching loincloth and sarong. The straps on the risque outfit did not look like they’d even be able to contain her rack.

Jenny blushed bright red. “He wants me to wear…that?! It barely covers anything!”

Anna-Marie smiled. “That’s the idea, dear.”

Clara handed the clothing to Jenny, who reluctantly took it. “You have a beautiful body, Jenny. You should not feel ashamed to flaunt it.”

Jenny frowned. “I’m not.” She took a good look at her new outfit that she’d be wearing for the foreseeable future. She had never considered herself a prude, and under different circumstances could actually see herself wearing something like this in the bedroom with Michael. But this was different. Between the shave and this skimpy getup, her new ape master was sure working hard to pretty her up nicely to be his personal whore.

And yet for some reason, there was a small, deep-seated part of her that felt a bizarre thrill at the idea of wearing this in front of a simian king and his court. Like a prized trophy.

+++

They both did not get a good amount of sleep that night, in contrast to their first night. Nerves were keeping them both awake, knowing what was to come. Michael rubbed his eyes as he looked at his wife in bed next to him. They both slept nude that night, given the fact that it was a bit warm this time of year and they no longer had electric fans or AC to cool off.

Michael rubbed Jenny’s back. “Are you sure you still want to go through with this?”

“No,” she replied sarcastically. She was trembling with genuine nerves and did her best to lighten the mood however she could. “But I don’t see any other option.”

“Yeah…” Michael added sourly. “Just thinking about what that ape bastard is going to do to you is sickening.”

Jenny looked back at him. He had sat up in bed and his six-inch cock was throbbing hard, a bead of precum bubbling up from his pink cocktip. She licked her lips, feeling herself getting aroused. She and Michael had not been intimate in a long time, and given that Gomorrah had given them permission…

“It looks like someone else disagrees,” Jenny said with a teasing smile, motioning to his turgid cock.

Michael looked down at himself and reached over, giving a light spank to Jenny’s curvy ass, leaving her giggling. “Michael!” She admonished him.

“It’s just morning wood,” Michael replied, gripping her by her hourglass waist and tugging her back down into bed with him. His shaft throbbed and bobbed between her creamy spread legs. He had a hungry look in his eye as he looked down at her pussy, where his erection was positioned just above it.

Jenny chewed her lip. “Michael, we can’t,” she argued, even as her legs spread open of their own accord. She had told him what Gomorrah ordered of them. Anything but penetrative sex was on the table. “I really really want you to, but we can’t.”

Michael didn’t seem to hear her at first. He was brushing the mushroom tip of his cock against her pink slit.

She gripped his forearm. “Michael, I’m serious.”

Michael deflated a bit, though his cock was still hard. “Yeah…you’re right.”

Jenny frowned, looking up at him sympathetically. She licked her lips as his cock throbbed and bobbed. “But…I can do something else for you, Mr. Hunk,” Jenny cooed.

“Oh yeah?” he asked coyly with a wry grin. “What might that be?”

“Lay down on your back, babe,” she whispered.

Michael obeyed, flopping down on his back as she crawled to the other side of the bed, getting between his legs. As he watched with bated breath, Jenny bit her lip sexily while maintaining eye contact with him. She let a line of spit drip from her mouth between the crevice of her plump d-cup breasts. Jenny knew how much Michael liked when she did this for him, and she noticed that his cock seemed to throb a bit harder with anticipation. She bent down between his legs, using her hands to press her luscious tits together around his member, encasing it in a soft, cushiony grip.

With that, Jenny began raising and lowering her chest up and down her husband’s hard shaft. He let out a sigh of relief as she pleasured him with her breasts. He couldn’t help himself from pushing his hips up to meet her movements, pushing his hard cock in between the delightfully soft valley she’d created with her round milky globes. A bead of precum leaked from his cockhead, providing more lubrication to fuck her tits.

“Poor hubby,” Jenny teased. “So eager and pent-up.” She pressed her hands a bit more firmly against her breasts to give him more friction, spitting again between the valley of her tits as she kept lifting her chest up and down. Michael’s cock was so hard it practically looked purple now, bubbling up a steady flow of precum from the tip with how turned on he was. She looked down and saw his flushed cockhead peeking out of the gap between her full breasts. Jenny wished her neck was a bit longer so she could perhaps lower her head down and tongue his cockhead at the end of each stroke.

Michael reached his hands down to give her breasts a light squeeze. She didn’t always like when he did that, but as long as he was gentle, she would oblige him. Jenny knew how enamored Michael was with her tits, and she had to admit that liked how dazzled he was by them. She even liked it when he stimulated her nipples, finding that they were very sensitive. Sure enough, she let out a small sigh when she felt his thumbs brushing over her pink nipples as he rolled her plump breasts.

“Uhh…babe, I’m getting close…” Michael warned her, bucking his hips up to push his cock between her soft ample tits.

Jenny immediately extracted her buxom chest from his cock, their weight dangling above his cocktip as she raised herself up. “Can’t have you popping off too soon, honey,” she said with a seductive smile. After letting his twitching hard boner cool down a bit for a few moments, she lowered her head into his lap, sucking his cock into her mouth as Michael let out a groan of pleasure.

The blonde wife bobbed her head in her husband’s lap, running her hands over his chiseled chest while her eyes remained fixated on his face to gauge his reactions. In the years since the bombs fell, Jenny and Michael’s primary experience with marital sex was giving each other oral. And they’d both become very good at it. Jenny’s blowjobs were second to none now, and she knew every little tongue curl, flick or lap to blow Michael’s mind, and she knew the most sensitive parts of his cock to focus her loving attention on.

“Oh god, babe…” Michael groaned with bliss, running his fingers through her blonde tresses. Her lips turned up into a smirk as she hummed and kept bobbing her head, taking his cock into her throat and curling her tongue around his shaft. Michael had bathed recently just as she had, which had not always been a luxury they could indulge in out in the wastes. She felt so slutty and naughty choking and gagging herself on her husband’s cock, drooling out globs of spit onto his shaft, jerking it a few times before gobbling down his members once more, throating him as deeply as she could.

As Jenny amorously fellated him, Michael gently tapped her on the shoulder. “Jenny, let me reciprocate,” he offered.

Jenny extracted his cock from her mouth, pursing her lips. “You don’t have to this time, Michael. I want to do something nice for you. No strings attached.”

She sucked his hard member into her mouth again, hollowing her cheeks and sucking his harder, her pink lips wrapped around his shaft. Knowing what she would have to do that night with Gomorrah, she wanted to make sure that she did something exclusively for Michael alone. That night was not going to be easy for him, after all.

But Michael insisted. “It’s ok Jenny,” he murmured, in between breathy gasps of pleasure as she nursed his prick. “I want to.”

Jenny shivered. She had missed Michael going down on her. They hadn’t gotten a chance to do it for a while. After a few moments, she relented, popping his cock from her mouth as she sucked in a gasp of air. “Alright then, big guy,” she cooed seductively. She reorganized herself into a 69 position atop his body, flipping her body around so that her pussy was right in Michael’s face while her cock was brushing her cheek. “Show your wifey what you can do.”

Jenny swallowed him again and nursed his cock with sucking and slurping noises. Michael wryly used his thumbs to spread his wife’s pink pussy open, marveling and admiring the recent shave of her mons for a few moments. He then caught her off guard when, after teasing her with a few wisps of breath, he pushed his tongue inside her cunt, prompting a cock-filled hum from her throat.

Jenny continued sucking and deep-throating Michael’s cock while letting out moans and squeals of pleasure in her throat as he worked away at her cunt. He flicked the tip of his tongue against her clit, prompting her to gasp and mouth-fuck herself on his cock even faster and harder. His tongue felt so good on her pussy, making her toes curl as he built her up gradually, inexorably to sweet relief.

Michael however reached his peak first. Her mouth and her breasts had brought him teetering on the edge for many minutes now, and he could no longer hold back. He let out a masculine groan, bucking his hips up into his wife’s eager mouth one more time and let loose. Jenny’s eyes widened and she squealed with delight, her cheeks ballooning almost comically with her husband’s cum as he spilled his load. After the first with shots of salty cum flooded her mouth, she quickly yanked his cock from her lips as his cockhead twitched, spurting the last couple ropes of cum onto her face.

Michael, panting, withdrew his tongue from her wet pink snatch. “God damn, honey…have I ever told you how good you are at that?!”

She smiled, looking back at him as she wiped her face, licking down his pearly white cum. “You may have mentioned it once or twice,” Jenny replied coyly. She teasingly shook her lovely ass at him. He had been building her up close to her peak, and she was eager to cum too. “Chop chop, buddy boy. Get back to it.”

However, before Michael could bring her back to her peak, they heard a soft rapping at their doorway. “Hello? Jenny?” It was Clara and Anna-Marie. “We’re here to get you ready for tonight.”

Jenny inwardly groaned and Michael likewise sounded frustrated. “Just tell them to leave, Jen,” he offered with a grumble of indignation.

Jenny shook her head reluctantly. She had been so close to cumming. “I wish I could, but we can’t. We have to get ready.”

Michael sighed with disappointment. “You didn’t get to cum,” he said, brushing his finger against her pussy.

“I know,” Jenny said, pulling herself away and standing up on shaky feet, stretching out. “But there will be next time,” she said with a small smile.

He watched her put something on to look presentable for the two dancing girls waiting at the door before he decided to do the same. As he began to dress himself for that evening, Jenny led Clara and Anna-Marie into their back room so they could help her get ready. Michael didn’t know what the “benevolent” gorilla king had in store for them, but he was dreading how the night would inevitably end…

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Michael drummed his fingers nervously against the table that he and the other guests of King Gomorrah had been seated at. He was one of the few humans seated at the long table, though there were a couple others as well, minus the two dancing girls whose name Michael had already forgotten. Most of the apes in Gomorrah’s quarters had been surprisingly polite or at least cordial to him since he’d arrived, dressed up in one of the nice old suits that had belonged to one of the former executives that ran the old casino.

He did not make much small talk with the simians in his presence. Most hooted, grunted and made hand gestures to each other while speaking in low tones, ignoring him. Idly, Michael wondered how many of these ape sycophants knew that he was offering his wife up like a slice of cake to their so-called benevolent leader. It was humiliating to even think about. Then again, if any of them were aware of the arrangement, none of them seemed to show it when they spoke with him.

“Something to drink, sir?” a female chimpanzee servant offered, approaching him with a tray of drinks.

He nodded, eagerly accepting a cold beer. The beer was probably flat at this point, but he’d still take what he could get. He suspected that he would be drinking himself into a stupor tonight.

“Greetings, my friends!”

Upon hearing Gomorrah, the entire assembled court of chimps, orangutans, bonobos, gorillas and humans stood up on their feet. Michael was the last to do so, and he did it reluctantly.

King Gomorrah was underdressed compared to others in his court. He just wore his trademark loincloth along with a finely-wrought ornate gold necklace containing war trophies, mementos and clan symbols of unknown origin.

The gorilla leader lumbered up to his large chair at the head of the table, taking a seat. His enforcer, Korm, sat next to him on the left. Once he sat, the rest of the court followed. Again, Michael was the last to seat himself. After a servant poured him a drink, he raised his cup.

“Thanks to all of you, our colony still prospers!” Gomorrah’s deep voice triumphantly declared. This earned enthusiastic hoots and cheers in response.

He then turned his attention to Michael himself. “I’d also like to welcome my guest, Michael.” He raised his cup and the apes at the table followed suit. “Our new construction foreman, to replace Yoba since he passed. Let us raise a toast to him and wish him luck.”

“Guest” was one way of putting it, Michael inwardly thought. Gomorrah could dress it up as he liked, but Michael knew he was still a slave. They both were. The court toasted him, and Michael could barely look the gorilla in the eye. He grit his teeth and reluctantly forced a respectful nod before taking a drink.

Gomorrah looked to the adjacent room before turning back to his court. “And we have another guest here.” Michael perked up at that. “Allow me to introduce you to the lovely Jenny.”

Michael’s eyes widened and his mouth went dry when he saw his wife saunter out into the room. He was blown away by what she was wearing. She wore a sheer maroon-colored sarong and matching lingerie, the straps barely enough to cover her full breasts and pink nipples. It was easily the sexiest thing he’d ever seen his wife wear. She had also been given makeup and lipstick which only accentuated her natural beauty.

This was tempered by the knowledge that she was being made to look like a prized whore for their simian benefactor with a human fetish.

Michael and Jenny met each other’s gaze Jenny gave him a small smile and a blush, sheepishly shrugging her shoulders. Gomorrah gently inclined her to sit at the chair next to him on the right at the head of the longer table, a few heads away from where Michael was seated at the other side, much to his frustration. Michael was doing his best not to make his jealous indignant anger show, but it was getting harder by the second.

At his insistence, Gomorrah gave the guests leave to be seated, including Jenny now. He gave a grunt that seemed to be a curt command and, at once, servants filed into the room bearing plates of food. At the other end of the room a band of simians (and one human) began playing their instruments, the sound of flutes and drums providing some background ambiance for the ape king and his court. At once, Clara and Anne-Marie also filed into the room and began a seductive belly dance routine in their skimpy outfits, in rhythm with the band’s music.

As Clara and Anna-Marie danced for the king and his cohorts, he reached down, wrapping his arm around Jenny’s shoulders and pulling her close. Jenny flinched for a moment but relaxed into her new master’s embrace. She’d accepted that he likely had no intention of hurting her, which made it easier to bear this new role that was expected of her. That and the special treatment and promise of freedom after a year, of course.

She saw a frown of dismay from Michael when he noticed King Gomorrah pulled her up against his towering, furry body. But there was nothing to be done about that. They had agreed, and it was settled.

“What do you think of them?” His beefy hand was on her shoulder and he pointed to the other two human women, their caramel and pale skin on display as they danced.

“Well…” Jenny gulped as the gorilla warlord stroked her shoulder. He really was touching her an awful lot. But given what else he had planned for her, she could not be that surprised. “They know how to move, that’s for sure. It reminds me of, erm, belly dancing.”

Gomorrah grumbled out an affirmative. “Yes. A human teacher told me about it. Showed me an old video recording. I had Clara and Anna-Marie learn. My court is very entertained by it. As am I.”

While the dancing continued, a female chimpanzee servant came up to King Gomorrah, placing a jar on the table in front of him. The gorilla leader nodded to his subordinate, waving her off. She bowed and returned to her other duties. Jenny didn’t know when, or even if, he’d requested this jar of whatever was inside of it. But evidently he’d had some need of it while the festivities were commencing.

As Jenny watched, Gomorrah uncorked the large ceramic jar and dipped his forefinger into it. His eyes were still on the dance as he multitasked, however. After stirring his finger around inside, he pulled it out and the dark charcoal digit came out very shiny, coated in a liberal amount of clear fluid.

She gulped.“W- what are you planning to do with that?”

“Keep your eyes on the performance,” Gomorrah rumbled into her ear in low tones.

Jenny kept quiet, the suggestive tone of the gorilla’s deep tenor sending chills down her spine. She did as she was told, continuing to watch the dancers swaying and undulating their bodies in the middle of the chamber while he and his cohorts ate. At first, nothing happened. But as she continued watching, she felt Gomorrah’s thick fingers rubbing gently over her inner thigh. She could feel a warm fluid being drizzled on her skin and her navel, and she knew that it had to be whatever was in that jar. She blushed, goosebumps materializing on her skin when she realized that the chimp servant had heated up whatever this lube was.

“Michael,” Gomorrah suddenly spoke out loud. Jenny’s husband looked around with confusion, setting down the cup he’d been drinking from. He seemed surprised and a bit uncomfortable to be singled out. Indeed, the other humans and apes at the round table had turned their eyes to him now, falling silent.

“Yes, my king?” He forced out the last part.

“You and Jenny are from this area, are you not?” Gomorrah queried. As he spoke, Jenny’s eyes widened. She could scarcely believe he was already putting moves on her in the presence of others. Two of the evolved gorilla’s large fingers had hooked themselves around her loincloth, deftly peeling it off to the side. His forefinger meanwhile, coated in warm lube, brushed ever so delicately across her vulva. Jenny’s breath caught in her throat. For the first time ever, a male who was not her husband was touching her sex. And it was an ape, at that.

Michael finished chewing and replied with a gulp, “Before the bombs, you mean?”

Gomorrah nodded, his dark brown eyes still keenly fixed on the human man whose wife was pressed against him. “Yes, before the bombs.”

Down below, Jenny was struggling to keep her breathing in check. The ape’s large forefinger was teasingly brushing with sweeping strokes back and forth between the pink folds of her labia, soaking the warm lube into her entrance in the process. At one point, he extracted his finger, snuck another dip into the jar and slipped his back under the table to touch her sex again. Nobody else at the table seemed any the wiser, Michael included.

“Yes, um…” Michael shared a look with Jenny who forced a small, nervous smile. She did not need him knowing what was going on beneath the table in his vicinity, but it was becoming difficult to keep up the front. “Jenny and I both grew up in the Aurora area. When we knew the bombs were coming, we had only a small window of time to get to her uncle’s shelter.”

“Indeed,” Gomorrah gruffly replied with a smile on his simian face. “Tight.” His dark finger had stopped teasing her folds and was now probing directly on her sex. Jenny winced. He was not yet using enough force to push his thick digit inside her. It seemed like he was testing something. After a moment, she realized he was testing her elasticity, to see how much of his anatomy her body could take, and how much stretching would be required.

“I’m sorry?” Michael asked, blinking.

“The window of time to escape. It must have been tight.”

Jenny inwardly groaned from the double entendre. But her eyes widened and she found herself gripping the table and stifling as gasp as his forefinger slipped inside her. Thanks to the warm lube, her pussy sucked the gorilla warlord's fat, dark finger inside her, her tightness gripping the single digit.

“Ah, yes it was,” Michael said. “We were a few of the lucky ones.”

Jenny felt her breath quicken as the massive ape-man was slowly pushing just a single dark finger in and out of her tight pussy. His eyes were fixed on her pink sex hole as his digit dipped in and out of her up to his knuckle. Even just one of his fingers was nearly the size of an average human man’s cock.

Jenny began panting, instinctively rolling her hips and shaking beneath the table as Gomorrah stroked his finger in and out of her pussy, coating her pink insides in the warm, clear fluid. The moment she realized she was responding to his touches, she eeped and ceased her movements. The gorilla, however, was not stopping.

Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. She prayed that nobody else at the table, particularly Michael, would hear the wet intake of the ape’s lubed-up finger in and out of her vagina.

She watched out of her peripheral vision as his furry arm shifted back and forth slightly and his finger stroked inside her pink hole again and again beneath the table. Her breathing was increasing. Jenny reached down covertly with another hand to grip his furry black forearm, but this did not seem to bother or deter him at all.

“My K- King? I - oh!” I think I am a- already wet enough…” she panted, barely a whisper.

Gomorrah ignored her completely. With her other hand, he kept it pressed down on her tummy, to keep her from squirming too much. He was still looking directly up into her husband’s face while his dark finger kept pushing in and out of her pussy. She was stunned by the audacity of it.

“I may have you scout the area with some of my men at some point, since you know the terrain. Think you can handle it?” Gomorrah asked Michael while, unbeknownst to him, the cunning gorilla fingered his wife.

“Um…” Michael was silent. Something was up with Jenny, he had noticed for the first time. She was turning red, like she did when she said or did something embarrassing. And for a moment Michael was confused, wondering if he himself had said something he shouldn’t have said to prompt this reaction from her. “I guess so,” Michael dumbly replied, forgetting what they were even talking about.

Michael was interrupted by a plate of food being placed in front of him. Like that tray of food that had been given to him and Jenny the day before, it was well-cooked meat along with vegetables and fruit. Gomorrah evidently had some good and well-maintained gardens and decent cooks. He and Jenny had eaten food prepared by apes before and found it to be just as edible as food prepared by humans more often than not. Farming and hunting are two skills that evolved apes had taken to fairly quickly after they’d become sapient.

For Jenny, however, food was the last thing on her mind, even as a plate was placed in front of her. Gomorrah’s finger was stretching her pussy open and building her slowly back up to the same precipice she’d felt earlier when Michael had eaten her out. She slumped back into the chair as she embarrassingly felt herself getting slicker and wetter around the simian’s frustratingly fat finger.

“I…I can’t f- fucking take much more of this…” Jenny whispered to King Gomorrah through clenched teeth.

Gomorrah said nothing. His gruff obsidian face was stoic, but down below beneath the table was a different story. His thick pointy finger, coated in the warm lube, was pushing steadily in and out of her smooth-shaven pink pussy. With each and every intake of his thick digit in and out of her tight orifice, one would hear the slick sounds if they sat close enough.

Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick.

The wet sound was spread out in intervals of about two seconds each. It was a slow, laborious fingering. He’d spent the better part of an hour and a half edging her. Whenever the gorilla felt her teetering on the edge, he would slip his digit out of her, allowing her to cool down before he waited a few minutes and began again.

This prolonged teasing was going to be the death of her. She was red in the face, her blonde bangs becoming a little unkempt. Whenever she would lock eyes with Michael, he could clearly tell that there was something off about her; perhaps her meal had made her ill? He looked at her with concern from across the table, but none but him seemed worried about it.

“Why are you - fuck! - t- teasing me like this?” She ignored the wet sound her pussy was making each time it took in his digit. Jenny wanted nothing more than to rub her clit; anything that would finally set her off and let the waves of unfulfilled climaxes that day come washing over her.

Gomorrah said nothing. With one hand, he took a bite of his meat. But with the other he still continued to deftly slip a finger beneath her loincloth and finger her, building her up before bringing her back down. This maddening cycle repeated over and over again. All around them, apes and humans in the court ate, drank and were merry as unbeknownst (or beknownst) to them, their liege ape fingered a human wife seated next to him while her wife ate and drank with a concerned expression marring his features just a few meters away.

After well over an hour or two of this, Jenny had tried to hold on. She’d tried to maintain some level of decorum. If not for her sake, then for Michael’s. By now, he surely had to know that something was up. But she couldn’t take it anymore. Gomorrah evidently had enough experience with the female anatomy to know how to use his fingers with surprising deftness. Having her being brought close to cumming and then having it stolen from her was going to make her snap and make a scene if she didn’t get out of there. Fast. Surely Michael would understand. She hoped.

“God damn you,” Jenny whimpered as he extracted his finger, edging her for the tenth time that evening. “Fuck it. I give up. Take me out of here. Please!” Jenny pleaded.

With a victorious smirk spreading across his simian face, King Gomorrah withdrew his dark finger from her juicy pink snatch, sucking his finger clean of the strands of clear juices. This time, Michael witnessed it. By now he seemed to have finally caught on to the shenanigans transpiring between the two of them. Her headstrong hunk of a husband wrinkled his nose, clearly jealous and put off but powerless to really do anything about it.

Michael was still looking over at his wife with concern as the gorilla kept her pressed up against his burly furry form possessively. As Gomorrah stood up onto his massive treetrunk thick legs, Michael could see the unmistakable bulge tenting the chief’s loincloth. His eyes widened. The man was both shocked and ashamed to admit, but whatever the gorilla was hiding behind the cloth was massive. How could this be possible? From what he knew about gorillas prior to the bombs dropping, they supposedly had very small penises by human standards. Could this too be a byproduct of their mutations, or was King Gomorrah simply gifted in this department?

“Cohorts!” Gomorrah pronounced, his audience chamber falling silent so they could listen to him. “We will be retiring for the night.” He rubbed his human concubine’s shoulder. Jenny was blushing brightly at this and Michael wanted to sink into the floor from what he and his wife both knew was coming. At that moment, the hot meal he’d eaten no longer felt worth it. “I invite you all to continue to enjoy the food, the drink and the entertainment.” This prompted simian hoots from his apes and cheers from his human bootlickers.

Jenny locked eyes with him and gave him a sympathetic and apologetic smile as the gorilla led her over to the door to his private chambers. She gave her husband one last beseeching look before the lumbering gorilla closed the large bearskin flap behind him. Two of his guards stood watch to ensure that nobody disturbed their sire. Mainly, their watchful gaze was on Michael in particular given that he would have more reason than anyone to come barging into Gomorrah’s private quarters.

“Fuck!” Michael swore under his breath, slapping his hand down on the table. Nobody in his area even noticed his dismay though. Everyone else were either engaged in conversation, had walked off to go mingle with other guests elsewhere or were preoccupied eating or watching the dancers.

Amid the thumping beat of the ape-king’s musicians, Michael shot a look toward the entry flap to Gomorrah’s bedchamber. He could vaguely see past the flap that the towering black-furred bulk of the evolved gorilla chief was obscuring his wife’s much smaller body. He was saying something to her that Michael could not hear from this distance.

Michael tried to mentally distance himself from what was about to transpire in that room by taking another long swig of beer. Part of him wanted to break his promise to Jenny and retreat to his hut nearby. But another part of him knew he had to stay right where he was, no matter how agonizing this would be for him. He had to be there for his beautiful wife.

Back inside the ape king’s bedchamber, Jenny stood in front of Gomorrah’s bed. It was a large series of furs arranged in a circle with a set of feather pillows at the other end. Jenny was fidgeting, rubbing her arm and looking down at the floor. She had never considered herself a bashful sort, but in this case it was hard for her not to be. She was about to fuck an evolved gorilla while her own husband was in the next chamber over, after all.

Gomorrah looked back at her, seeming to finally relax his posture now that he was alone with her. Jenny was half expecting him to just mount her the moment he had her alone, but he was showing restraint. His craggy face looked at her with concern.

“You’re trembling,” he remarked, his deep tenor sending shivers through her body.

Jenny nodded. “Yeah…I’m just nervous.”

“Don’t be. I will not hurt you.”

She looked into his face for any sign of deceit, but she could not see any. Thus far, the towering behemoth of a simian had been nothing but honest about his intentions, as lewd as they were. “I trust that you won’t,” Jenny replied with a shaky sigh. “But still, I’m nervous. Can’t help it.”

After several long moments, the blonde-haired wife took a deep breath, steeling herself. “Alright,” she said finally. “I think I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” she said softly.

Jenny turned her back to the gorilla and thumped at the straps holding up her skimpy top. Shakily, she slid one strap from her shoulder followed by the other, relaxing her posture and letting the garb fall loosely to the floor. Now completely naked, Jenny turned around to face him, her eyes still sheepishly downcast to the floor, her hands protectively covering up her full breasts.

With a sigh, she relaxed her posture, letting her arms fall to herself and exposing herself to him fully. Gomorrah’s dark brown eyes fell to her full, plump perfect breasts. The ape’s dark brown eyes were enraptured by her naked figure and her ample tits - a pair that only her husband had seen exposed like this up until this point.

If she had been expecting the gorilla king to keep his hands to himself like he’d done during their first meeting, she was sorely mistaken. He reached his massive dark hands up to her busty chest, greedily squeezing her soft, milky tits with his charcoal palms. Jenny shivered and winced as the Simian overlord manhandled her buxom titflesh. Her pink nipples slid through the creases of his dark padded fingers as he got a good handful of her creamy d-cup breasts.

Evidently the male fixation with a woman’s breasts crossed species barriers. At least in the case of King Gomorrah.

“Perfection,” Gomorrah rumbled approvingly, his thick thumbs brushing over her pink areolae.

Jenny blinked, not knowing how to respond to the compliment. The way this towering behemoth of an evolved gorilla was rapturously enamored with her body was sending shivers up her spine. Even on her wedding night with Michael, her husband didn’t give such single-minded attention to her more desirable asset, though not for a lack of trying.

“Most apes I’ve met, erm, aren’t really…into this sort of thing,” Jenny laughed nervously, trying to take some of the edge off.

Gomorrah snorted. “Most apes are not me.” He was still indulging in squeezing her full, busty tits and was now paying a particular amount of attention to her nipples, pinching them between his thumb and forefinger until they were eraser-hard. It was embarrassing…and yet his touch was not as perturbing as she was expecting. He seemed aware of his own strength and was not squeezing her as hard as he could be.

“H- have you ever done this before?” Jenny babbled, as she often did when she was nervous. It was one of her worst traits, though Michael had always found it endearing and cute.

“Hm,” Gomorrah responded, though Jenny couldn’t be certain if it was an affirmative. “Once,” he finally added after a moment. He was far more entranced with what he currently had in his massive black furred hands.

“And - ah! - how do I…um…compare to her? This other woman?”

Gomorrah paused, furrowing his brow as he thought for a moment. “Yours are larger.”

Jenny was unsure of what to make of that. But before she could ponder this further, the gorilla unceremoniously stopped squeezing her breasts, letting go of them and suddenly scooping up her comparatively smaller body into his arms and lifting her off her feet.

“Ah! C- careful!” she gasped.

Gomorrah said nothing. The hulking ape-man carried her across his chamber and to the large assortment of bedfurs. She blushed a bright red from the realization that she very much appeared like a bride being carried to a marital bed in a fireman’s carry. It was a ridiculous notion. This big bastard wasn’t even human, for Christ sake!

He deposited her onto the bed with surprising tenderness betraying his gargantuan size. Staring up at him, Jenny was suddenly aware of a considerably, gradually-expanding indentation beneath the gorilla leader’s loincloth. She gulped from the realization of what that was.

Gomorrah was his part leaned down on the bed as it creaked under his weight. Without another word, his dark brown eyes went to the space between her legs. Knowing that this was part of the deal, she did not move as he reached down and flipped up her skimpy loincloth. The blonde-haired human wife turned beat red as her simian master was given an unhindered view of what only Michael had seen up to this point.

The gorilla king’s face was hard to read, but when he licked his lips, she knew that he was enjoying getting a first good look at what he’d spent the last couple hours fingering. He leaned over her and reached a muscular hand down between her pale legs.

Jenny groaned as she felt the by-now familiar touch of his thick padded fingertips across her pussy. “Please…I can’t take any more f- fucking fingering.”

Gomorrah chuffed with amusement, ignoring her as he nevertheless slipped a thick digit inside her. Embarrassingly, it made a wet sound as her sex took his finger inside her. As he curled his finger around and explored her insides with his touch, she could hear the slick sounds his fingering would make as a result of his earlier touching beneath the dinner table.

“Not much longer. Getting you ready.” As always, he gave her short, simple answers that were direct to the point of cryptic.

“R- ready for what?” she asked, biting her lip as she looked at the space between her spread legs, watching his thick obsidian colored finger pushing in and out of her pussy.

“Something bigger than fingers,” Gomorrah’s deep tenor rumbled forebodingly. Or seductively. She could not tell.

While one hand still continued his foreplay, he covertly reached a hand down and fished himself out of his loincloth. Jenny’s eyes widened at what she saw. Gommorah’s cock was gargantuan, befitting his gorilla-like size. It was her understanding that the gorillas that Gomorrah descended from had tiny penis sizes. Clearly that was not the case here, thanks to the mutations which had enhanced him in more ways than one compared to his simian forebears. Clara and Anna-Marie had been telling the truth after all.

Fisting his dark red-colored cock, the ape-man leaned his head down and let out another glob of spit, this time onto his cock. He covered his cock in his own spit until it was shiny, the plump head twitching and spewing out dollops of precum. He lumbered over to the other side of the table and brought his cock close to her lips. For a moment, she was fearful he would make her suck him, but instead he grunted, “spit.”

Realizing he wanted her help to lube him up, she leaned forward and let a strand of spit fall onto the head of his girthy dark red prick. He leaned forward and did the same, rubbing their combined spit up and down his cock until it was covered in a sheen of natural lubrication. After they both spit on his cock a couple more times, he finally was about ready to put himself inside her.

He returned to the other end of the bed, taking hold of her milky white thighs in her massive hands, spreading her legs open widely. He inched forward, and the shiny plum-sized cockhead glided across her pink sex up to her clit. She shivered with anticipation and nervousness as the ape-man’s cock was preparing to push its way into her most intimate place where only her husband had gone before.

His fat soda can-thick cockhead pushed up against her tight pussy, but his oversized member slid and bounced off. He grunted with frustration, scrunching up his scarred face as he tried again. Once again, however, it was the same result, as his cock refused to enter.

“It’s too big!” Jenny gasped.

The ape-man ignored her and spread her legs open a tad wider with his hands. He slipped two fingers into her pussy this time, spreading her even wider than before. At the same time, he rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her pink pussy. Globs of clear precum bubbled up from his cockhead, intermingling with her sex and lubing them both up even more even as his fingers stretched her out.

Jenny shivered and shook as his fingers worked her up. Her face scrunched up and her full breasts heaved as she was once again edged to the brink of an orgasm for the umpteenth time that time that day. Her juices soaked his thick padded simian fingers as they brought her close and closer. She panted as she found herself getting close. Her concern for Michael was pushed to the side, and her primal biological need to cum was pushed to the forefront.

Despite her worry that yet another climax would be stolen from her grasp, she announced her imminent release to the gorilla king.

“I- I’m about to…you’re going to make me-

He quickly pulled his fingers out of her and replaced them with his cock. He settled his fat cockhead against her sex hole, giving a big push. This time, his fat fingers stretching her open and the abundance of lubrication paid off as his fat cockhead breached her entrance.

Pop!

She was so wet that she could hear very clearly the moment she was penetrated by the inhuman monstrosity of an ape cock.

“Oh my god!” Jenny screamed, her body shaking atop the bed as a too-large simian cock penetrated her. It felt like a baseball bat was being inserted into her as her tight walls began squeezing at the inhuman intruder as if trying to prevent it from pushing any further.

At once, all of the denied orgasms throughout that day since she’d been licked by her husband came roaring back to life as she came. The gorilla’s fat cock penetrating her tight pussy so unexpectedly was finally enough to finish what Michael had started hours earlier. It had been so long, so fucking long since she’d last had penetrative sex. Fear of pregnancy and her allergy to latex condoms meant that she and Michael had not been able to have normal sex for years during their tumultuous time in the Wasteland. As such, the feeling of the first cock filling her up in years - an oversized simian cock, no less - was enough to give her the biggest orgasm she’d had in a long time.

“Ah, ah, oooh g- god!” Jenny moaned deliriously, her eyelashes fluttering and her legs quaking. Her tight cunt fluttered around the red gorilla girth spreading her open, layering its shaft in her juices.

“Mmmm,” Gomorrah rumbled deeply, lustfully in his throat. His keen simian eyes were fixed on hers as his thick cock brought her to orgasm, completing the sly work that his hours of fingering her prepped her for. But he was not anywhere close to finished. His thick thumb trailed down her midriff, dipping between her legs and finding her clitoral hood. He began gently strumming it while still keeping his cock plugged up inside her.

How this ape was even aware of where to find the clit, she had no idea. But this added sensation along with the gentle jerking movements of his fat cock only enhanced her pleasure and her ongoing orgasm. Jenny yelped out another feminine squeal of barely restrained surprise and pleasure, which Gomorrah was quick to silence by leaning his large head down and thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

“Mmm…hmm!” Jenny moaned into the gorilla king’s savage kiss as she came on his cock. His massive hips kept rolling and his simian fuck-cudgel kept probing in and out of her in waves, soaking his girth in the expense of her climax. Amid her euphoria, part of Jenny felt a wave of shame over the fact that she came harder than she had in a long, long time with Michael, even if none of that was his fault and was largely the fault of being edged for hours.

Outside the chamber, Michael was gripping his drink so hard he threatened to break it with his bare hands. From his angle, he could just faintly see what was going on. His wife was being open-mouth kissed by this furry wall of gorilla muscle while he humped and pumped between her ample thighs. He looked like he was crushing her under his weight. A part of him began to fear that he actually was. Michael in a panic was narrowly close to standing up and barging into the room, and damn the consequences. The two simian guards at the doorway to Gomorrah’s bedchamber gave him pause though.

Michael let out a whoosh of relief when he saw Gomorrah unsnag his lips from his wife’s mouth and slowed his brutal pummeling thrusts down. Even from here, he could see that his wife was still breathing and seemed to be ok. Feeling like he needed some air, he stood up from the table to go find another drink and leave the room for a few minutes, trying to make sense of his whirlwind of emotions.

Back in the room, Gomorrah had let her wind down from her climax for a few moments before his hips starting moving like a furry blur, increasing his pace as he fucked the hot blonde wife into the bedfurs beneath him.

“W- wait!” Jenny gasped with realization, trying to angle herself to look toward the door. “Michael…I don’t want him to-

Gomorrah looked up toward the door before looking down at her. “Relax. He’s left the room and retired for the night.”

Jenny let out a whoosh of relief. On the one hand, she was glad he didn’t have to hear or see any of this, and she could not be so tense or worry about how much noise the gorilla was forcing her to make. On the other hand, part of her still wanted him to be close by. Just in case. She supposed she could not blame him for returning to their room though. Jenny doubted she’d be able to sit still if she were in his shoes. Jenny reluctantly nodded at him to continue.

“Oh f- fuck!” Jenny moaned, her dainty pale hands gripping Gomorrah’s muscular dark furry forearms. She was immensely thankful that Michael had decided to retire early to their shared quarters, because she was starting to get more vocal, whether she wanted to or not.

More than once, her reflexive movements were getting more erratic, her legs spasming due to the sensations his cock was coaxing from her. She nearly closed her legs in on him, but he reached a large hand down and firmly pressed on her thigh, keeping her spread open nice and wide for him. He did not look angry by her erratic movements, but him firmly keeping her pressed open simply made it clear to her that he was in charge.

He looked into her face, and once he was certain that her eyes were cast down and watching their point of penetration, he sank deep. She watched, a gasp escaping her lungs and her full breasts giving a jiggle as his soda can-thick simian prick disappeared inside her cunt, red inch after red inch being swallowed up by her gradually-loosening tightness. Her flat belly even bulged slightly as he penetrated her deep, packing her full of enhanced gorilla cock.

Gomorrah leaned his head down and greedily latched his mouth onto one of her diamond hard pink nipples, sucking noisily on her bud. She let out a gasp as he hungrily devoured her nipple. He was completely ravenously, licking and sucking her breast so possessively and animalistically. She knew that her rack had been one of her most enticing features. Michael had never hidden that from her either, nor did more men she’d come across.

After he had given one of her plump breasts much attention, he swapped over to the other. The gorilla noisily slurped and sucked and nursed her nipple, all while his powerful hips kept pumping in and out between her legs. This left Jenny gasping and clutching at the evolved simian’s furry bulk. She had never felt this full in all her life. With every pump, his girth was probing just a little bit deeper than before, his thick red ape shaft stretching her out, spreading her open.

Gomorrah unlatched his dark lips from her pink nipple. Her buds were swollen and covered in a line of spit that connected to his mouth as he pulled away. He raised his head up to focus all his attention on mating her tight sex hole. He leaned into her even more deeply to the point that Jenny’s long legs began bouncing atop his dark furry shoulders.

“Oh!” Jenny moaned with surprise as he deepened his thrusts, his fat cockhead rubbing her g-spot from the sudden change in angle. Once he realized this was a sensitive spot for her, he kept mashing his cock on that pleasure button again and again, his furry pelvis tickling her clit each time he pushed deep. Jenny realized that he was trying to make her orgasm again.

“You are holding back. Don’t,” Gomorrah ordered, looking down between them. His dark fur was matted down from the wetness of her previous climax and his reddish pink girth was soaked in his honey, bearing a sheen of it each time he extracted his cock for another push inside her tight pussy.

“I- I can’t…” Jenny gasped, her face flushed with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment. Even if Michael was no longer there, it still felt too shameful for her to enjoy this on any level.

“You can,” he grunted, reaching down and rolling her clit again while his hips kept moving. Her breasts heaved and she let out a gasp as his fat ape cock stretched her open with every thrust, pushing up against her cervix. “Cum for me, Jenny.”

Michael clenched his fist, his face beat red as he listened to what little he could hear through the doorway to the gorilla’s private chamber. He had returned back to the audience chamber again after considering returning to his room. He was consuming a dangerous amount of booze as he sat and stewed from his vantage point. Amid the sounds of music and levity, he could faintly hear his wife’s cries and, dare he admit it, her moans. He could also hear a throaty, baritone voice utter a word or two along with the bestial sound of hooting and grunting.

“W- wait!”

“Slower…p- please!”

“No no no, s- slower…there.”

“Mm r- right t- there! Ah! T- that’s better!”

“Wait! T-too b- big! Oh! Oh…that s- spot…”

“Oh…oh f- fuck that’s - mm!!”

He could faintly hear squeaks of a bedframe and the sound of it thumping steadily against the wall. He then heard his wife’s squeal, and it nearly prompted him to go bursting into that private chamber, personal safety be damned. But the subsequent sounds he heard forced Michael to accept a hard truth - the sounds were becoming less distressed and more welcoming. Gomorrah’s grunts sounded hoarse and brutal, like he was pummeling his poor wife to death and beating her into submission. But in reality, he was merely mating his gorgeous wife, filling her up with a gargantuan simian cock, and Jenny was starting to acclimate to this role that she’d accepted.

“C- cumming!”

He barely heard it from this distance over the noise, but the word itself stood out to him as he took a big swig. Back in the room, Jenny’s juices soaked Gomorrah’s reddish pink girth again as his cock made her cum nearly harder than the first time. When she’d reluctantly agreed to this deal, she’d never even humored the idea of having orgasms from this. She had expected him to hump her mechanically a few times and then blow a load inside her. She could deny it as much as she wanted, but the horrifying truth was that the interspecies mating she was being subjected to by this evolved gorilla warlord was good sex.

Just as an orgasm was being pulled out of her, she heard his grunting go into overdrive and she felt his mammoth cock swelling inside her. A moment later, he hilted himself inside her as deeply as he could, his fat reddish pink cockhead pushed at her tender cervix. Her eyes widened as she felt his cock pulse with cum rushing up his shaft, and then a moment later she felt thick molten heat pooling up inside her. He blew a massive load inside her pussy as rope after thick rope of simian cum sloshed around inside her, blasting against her cervix.

His grapefruit-sized furry gonads jumped in their sack and pulses as gush after gush rushed up his thick tube of red cockmeat, quenching her heat as it doused her cervix. His fat cockhead belched out thick ropes of hot ape cum as he hooted and sighed with immense satisfaction atop her, his hands greedily squeezing her ample tits as he emptied himself. Jenny was blown away by the immensity of the gorilla king’s orgasm; the ape warlord had clearly not had proper relief in a long time and had been saving up a lot of seed for her. She didn’t know it was even possible for males - ape or human - to ejaculate with such volume. Worse still, every pump of thick semen he filled her with only seemed to feed into her own orgasm, making her gasp and clutch the bedfurs beneath her as every pump of baby batter brought chills to her body.

Outside the room, Michael felt dizzy as he watched the gorilla king slam himself home inside Jenny’s sex one more time before holding himself still, deep inside her. Gomorrah’s tongue invaded his wife’s mouth in a deep, savage kiss, her flexible legs bent back as she squealed into his kiss. From this angle, Michael could see the hulking simian’s grapefruit-sized furry balls twitching relentlessly in their sack. A second later, he saw Jenny’s eyes widen and her legs stiffen sharply atop the gorilla’s muscular shoulders - a sure sign that she had felt the first thick, frothy rope of simian cum basting the deepest recesses of her pussy.

Gomorrah intoned a deep, primal rumble of pleasure into Michael’s wife’s mouth as he deposited the contents of his bloated ape gonads inside her. With each twitch of his full balls, he released one thick stream of baby batter after another, flooding her reproductive system. The gorilla king took great delight indulging in the exclusive privilege that only he would get to enjoy for the next year: ejaculating inside Michael’s blonde bombshell of a wife.

And still the thick gushes didn’t stop coming. Jenny moaned into the endless interspecies kiss, the immensity of such a creampie filling likely making her have another orgasm for all Michael knew. With how much he seemed to be shooting inside her, Michael was beginning to wonder if a single ejaculation from this gorilla had already surpassed the volume of seed that he himself had spilled inside Jenny in their entire marriage combined.

Back in the room, Gomorrah intoned a deep throaty sound of contentment as he extracted his fat simian girth from her pussy like the sound of a wine bottle being uncorked. Gomorrah flipped her over onto her back. She watched as he reached down between her legs, using his large charcoal-colored thumb and forefinger to spread her tender pink folds open. He watched as his own white simian cum seeped out of her well-fucked hole.

He looked up into her face, his expression hard to read. “You enjoy when I finish inside you?”

The married woman’s face turned red with shame as she looked away. Her face was flush and sweaty from their fucking. “No,” she lied. “Why do you ask that?”

The gorilla snorted, clearly not buying her lie. He used two fingers to scoop up the thick glob of white cum dripping from her pink gasp, inserting it back inside her. “When I emptied my seed inside you, you climaxed.”

She rubbed her arm, her face masked with embarrassment. “I…I don’t know what to say.”

“Say nothing,” the gorilla replied. His gaze was still fixated on her cream-filled sex hole. “If you want me to finish somewhere else, tell me. If not…” He let the words linger, and the implication was very clear. If she didn’t protest otherwise, she knew that he was going to be cumming inside her very often in the coming days. And yet such a prospect didn’t terrify here; this was most shocking of all.

Jenny winced as his big charcoal-colored fingers played with her tender, gaping pink sex, still oozing thick globs of his semen. His pointer finger found her love button and stroked it.

“Can I go see my husband now?”

Gomorrah grunted, raising her slender leg up and settling himself against her, his black-furred barrel chest pressed against her back. With her leg raised, he rubbed the fat, bulbous dark red-colored bell-end of his cock against her tender pink sex, the plump cockhead shiny with abundant precum.

He pressed himself against her and, thanks to the earlier fucking stretching her open, her cunt relaxed enough to let his cock pop inside her as she let out a gasp. The gorilla chieftain huffed, his deep tenor reverberating in his chest to the point that she could feel it. He began a slow, methodical stroking motion in and out of her, his soda can-thick cock plumbing her tight pink depths and stretching her open with each gentle thrust.

Answering her earlier query, he replied, “No.” He reached down, his black thumb and forefinger giving her hard pink nipple a pinch. “Not yet. You are not his tonight. You are mine.”

Michael sat outside the room and watched Gomorrah maneuver his wife’s body into the position he wanted. He now spooned Jenny from behind with Jenny’s leg raised. The gorilla grunted and gave a firm push and he watched Jenny’s lips spread into an ‘o’ shape as she was penetrated. Gomorrah leaned his head close to her ear and said something to her that he couldn’t hear, before he started moving again.

Michael looked down at himself. Amid his drunken stupor, he realized that he was sporting a stiff boner in his pants, much to his immense shame. What was wrong with him?! How was he getting hard from watching a gorilla warlord pound his wife?! This all was beginning to feel like a bad dream that he prayed he would wake up from. Not just being in the colony, not just what was happening in that room, but everything that had happened since the bombs fell.

When he came to - Michael couldn’t say how long that was - it took him several moments of blinking to remember where he was again. At first, the human man didn’t even realize that he had passed out. But as his stomach rumbled and he felt a wave of sickness, it finally occurred to him how much alcohol he’d consumed.

Looking around, Michael saw that the king’s party had died down. Clara and Anna-Marie were sitting and talking to the members of the king’s band. Others were similarly passed out like Michael had been. There were far fewer cohorts in the chamber now, as others had left to return to their own respective dwellings elsewhere in the settlement.

He heard a faint noise that sounded like a woman’s moans. Michael looked toward the king’s bedchamber and his heart sank. Jenny was now positioned on her hands and knees, facing toward him. Her eyes were closed and her long, flowing blonde hair was unkempt from two hours of constant fucking. Her entire body glistened with sweat as Gomorrah’s craggy features were scrunched up as her tightness clamped down on him. He was railing into her with steady thrusts from behind, reaching around to grope and squeeze one of her creamy, ample tits as he pounded her.

By now, Jenny did not sound distressed at all. Michael knew that she could very much enjoy sex, and it frustrated him to no end that her first experience with adding proper intercourse back on the menu was not being done with him, but with this fucking gorilla.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Jenny panted and gasped. With no music in the room, Michael could hear the sounds spilling from her pursed lips.

Gomorrah hooted and slammed himself home one last time, holding himself deeply inside her as he blew his load. Michael watched with horrified fascination as the gorilla king ejaculated inside Jenny’s pussy, his mind imagining that ape’s unnatural large member spewing out thick ropes of his seed deep inside her until her womb was full.

Michael finally staggered away drunkenly, intent on not being seen by Jenny as he finally retreated back to his room.

Back inside the backchamber, Jenny let out a long sigh. “Oh fuck,” she panted. She shuffled forward on her hands and knees as Gomorrah let go of her, letting her un-impale herself from his softening bitch-splitter with a soft wet sound of gooey semen escaping her well-fucked hole as she pulled away. He snorted with amusement as she collapsed face-first onto the bedfurs beneath her, while Gomorrah admired her rump and the re-sizing his tool had delivered to her tight human sex.

Her tight pussy, untouched by a drop of semen in years since the bombs fell, had been swamped and filled to overflowing capacity by what felt like a gallon of ape spunk. Her pink hole was gaping and stretched open as it leaked out thick globs of pearly white onto the bedfurs beneath her.

“Can I…go see Michael now?” Jenny panted with rasping breaths in between each word.

A moment later though, he let go of her legs and pulled away, lighting up a pipe to begin smoking it. “Yes,” he conceded. “Go take a bath and then go see your husband.” He motioned her toward the large tub at the back of his room.

Jenny stood up on wobbly, tired legs. The gorilla had manipulated her body into so many positions that night and now that soreness was setting in. She looked one last look at him, her eyes briefly making contact with the flaccid reddish pink cock that was still thick even in its limp state. Part of her was still catching up to that fact that that thing had been inside her and punched a handful of orgasms out of her with minimal stimulation elsewhere on her body. Jenny knew that she’d been craving normal intercourse with Michael for a long time. She didn’t realize until now just how badly she’d been craving it.

Without another word to Gomorrah, bathed herself. During this time, Gomorrah wasn’t even looking at her, but she somehow knew that he was sneaking a glance at her soaked, naked body once or twice as she refreshed herself. Embarrassingly, it felt like a deluge of ape cum leaked out of her cunt as she cleaned herself. But he had shot some of his thick ropes of hot spunk so deep inside of her that some of it likely would still be inside her when she went to sleep that night - millions of evolved gorilla sperm that could not get her pregnant but would still try anyway. The thought made her head spin.

After she finished bathing and donning a robe that Gomorrah had left out for her, she left his chambers and returned to the dwelling that she and Michael shared. Michael was currently passed out on their bed, snoring. Frowning, Jenny walked over and crawled into bed with him. She would smell booze on his breath, which explained his current state.

Jenny, freshly bathed, snuggled close to Michael and held him close. She knew that they would have a lot to talk about in the morning. She began to think about the best way to smooth things over with him, and hoped that her marriage was not in shambles as a result of what she’d done. What she’d been made to do.

As Michael had said, she’d been coerced into being the concubine for this gorilla with his exotic taste in females. She couldn’t disagree with that assessment. But nothing dictated that she enjoy it as much as she had. Even the fact that the the rest of the audience chamber could no doubt hear her being fucked had been oddly thrilling in a way. In a way, it would’ve been easier to mentally reconcile if the sex had been terrible, savage, humiliating. But it hadn’t been.

And that bothered her most of all.

Jenny pondered what was in store for her and Michael. Though the future was uncertain, she knew one thing. The next year of servitude in the colony was certain to be interesting.