Exiled Pt. 01 - Fallen from Grace.

CONTENT WARNING:

This chapter features hardcore filth domination inclusive of SMEGMA.

Exiled.

Part 1 - Fallen from Grace.

Written by HumbleHeretic

"Tsk!"

The sound of a person cursing came from the carriage trailing leisurely along the dirt road. By all rights it was a greatly relaxing ride, the carriage that Hamlet was currently in was of the high class ones that made use of both advanced mechanics and rare magical engineering to provide a smooth journey for distinguished nobles. It was a trip that mere commoners wouldn't even be able to dream of while Hamlet himself, the son of a lower class noble, had never ridden something so exquisite before. However this was part of the reason that the young man couldn't help but be anxious from the start of the journey until now.

You see, Hamlet had never been the most deserving of a noble's peerage. It was bad enough that he'd been born late in the line of succession but on top of that he was a failure in many aspects. No accomplishments to his name, no outstanding talents that could put him in the eyes of those that praised his older brothers. Even when he caused trouble for the commoners as a means of lashing out, he was simply ignored as if his actions weren't worth paying attention to. He had no talent for magic and he was too lazy to take up the sword, for what would even be the point?

For such reasons the young noble in name only had spent his years a louse and a nuisance to those around him, even earning the ire of those in his own household. How then had he come to have such a luxurious trip on an expensive carriage that even his more accomplished siblings rarely rode? Easy, because he'd finally been abandoned. Yes, his father had commanded the young man to go on an excursion, however Hamlet had a bit of smarts to him and had eventually understood what was going on.

In the first place, he'd not been given a destination or any indication of where this "excursion" would be taking him. He'd been told not what to prepare, he didn't even know the coachman steering the wooden box and he wasn't familiar with the one guard, the singular guard, that was meant to protect him on this "excursion". There was only one conclusion for all these incongruities; he'd been exiled. The best case scenario was that he'd be put in some remote encampment with the carriage being sold off to procure his living expenses for at least a little while. The worst case was that he'd be dropped off in some forest somewhere and left to fend for himself, in which case the only perceivable outcome for a non-combatant like him would be death.

"Fuck."

What a terrible outcome it was either way, the young man couldn't help but curse like he was so used to doing lately as the gravity of his situation set in. Hamlet clenched his fist that couldn't stop shivering as the horse drawn carriage strolled along. Of course he was scared, but more than that, he was resentful. Resentful of the "family" that threw him away simply because he wasn't as good as his other siblings. So what if he couldn't wield a sword or cast magic? So what if he didn't care for the commoners and only sought his own self-satisfaction? That was what it meant to be a noble, wasn't it? Were the others completely clean of faults and wrongs? Certainly not! So then why only him?!

The more he lamented, the more the young man's ire turned towards the family that threw him away. He swore to himself in this moment that should he ever grow to prominence, that he'd make them regret ever having treated him in such a way! A newfound determination blossomed in the young noble for the first time as he made this promise. It was only unfortunate that such resolve would never see the chance to flourish.

CLK-P~

"Huh?"

"Hurry up..."

A questioning voice left his mouth as he felt the carriage suddenly stop. Then he heard what sounded like the hurried voices of the only two other people present, the stagecoach and the "guard". Hamlet was both wary and curious about what was happening, he greatly hesitated as he heard more sounds and felt some rattling through the seat he was sitting on. Eventually, the young man was forced to look outside to confirm what was happening.

CLP-CLP-CLP-CLP~

"Wh-what?"

And as soon as he peered out the window on the side of the carriage, his ears were greeted by the galloping of hooves. Then his sight confirmed that this galloping was coming from the two horses that were supposed to be pulling his carriage, now said galloping was quickly growing farther and farther away as the un-reined horses fled. And perched on the backs of said horses were exactly the stagecoach and the guard.

"Th-there's no way right?"

He couldn't believe it, he must be dreaming. Yet no matter how long passed, Hamlet could only stare at the outside of the luxurious carriage, the sizable box sitting completely still in the middle of an area he had never seen before. Horses no longer pulling it and people no longer guiding it. The young that had only just been abandoned by his family was now once again abandoned in every meaning of the word, left in the middle of nowhere with only the sounds of nature and his own frozen thoughts keeping him company.

CRCHSH~

"?!"

Suddenly, before his thoughts could fully thaw, Hamlet was startled by a sound coming from the woods beside the stopped carriage! He pulled his head back in without a thought, a never before felt fright overtaking him in but a moment!

CRCHSH~

"?!!"

SHKCHK~

This fright only got worse as the sounds of crunching leaves and twigs grew nearer and more frequent! Hamlet didn't need to be a trained scout to tell that something was now approaching the conspicuous carriage, multiple somethings! His heart pounded in his chest as the noises grew nearer, it soon reached a point where he was shivering! There was no way he was already about to be done-in right as he'd resolved to get his revenge!

As the sound of crunching leaves became louder than it had ever been, it suddenly stopped. However Hamlet was unable to calm down as the noises had stopped right outside the door of the carriage! The young noble quivered, he prayed to the gods that he'd never believed in and had even blasphemed before now. Unfortunately, even if the gods were real, it was much too late for prayers.

CRCHSH~!

"Hiiiikk~?!"

An unbecoming shriek left the young man's mouth as the doors of the carriage were suddenly and roughly yanked open with enough force to damage the handle!

"Idiot, how are we supposed to sell it if you do that?!"

"It's not the carriage we're her for anyway."

A series of gruff yet undeniably feminine voices filled Hamlet's ears, prompting him to hesitantly open his eyes that he's closed in fright. What the young man saw was in no way what he was expecting. There were three figures, three figures that were fairly large but undoubtedly human, at least until his eyes adjusted to the sudden sunlight. What was revealed were the oddities with these figures, beginning firstly with their unusual skin colour that ranged from a light olive green to a light grassy green. Their bodies as mentioned before were huge, each were at least a head taller than the knight captain that Hamlet always thought to be a mountain of a man! And complimenting their height were their outstanding proportions, breasts larger than that of the maid he often tried to harass, broad hips and legs as thick and muscular as they were long. Their entire bodies were brimming with muscle in fact, while not as defined as that of the knights Hamlet were used to seeing, even he was given the impression that the women before him boasted much greater strength. Maybe it was the fact that their bodies were so vulgarly exposed that gave him that impression, to a noble such as him, what they were wearing was hardly different from rags that mostly only covered their extremities. Extremities in this case could be taken more literally as their scant clothing did nothing to hide the massive bulges poised between their thighs thick like the trunk of a young tree! Hamlet was shocked at this because these were clearly women, if the massive tits weren't a dead giveaway, their facial structures were clearly feminine despite the obvious monstrous characteristics. Thick eyebrows arched over eyes of an intriguing yellowish golden colour. The most masculine feature they possessed, besides the glaringly obvious part down below, was probably the thickness of their nose bridges, however that then led down to plump lips from where the edges of long and sharp canines stuck out from below. All of them had long hair that was wild and unkept, only the largest one in the middle had hers tied into a clumsy ponytail which allowed one to see the clearly pointed ears at the sides of her head.

They were neither monsters nor human, instead they were a mixture of both.

"D-demi-orcs?"

The young man choked out at the unbelievable sighting. Demi-orcs, the product of orcs and whatever unfortunate species happened to fall into their grasp, humans in most cases. Their greenish skin that wasn't as deeply coloured or leathery and rough as that of pure orcs. Their size that was near impossible for a human to possess. Their ears pointy at the tips and their long, sharp canines, all orcish traits that were indistinguishable at a glance. And finally, that repugnant odour that no respectable human that regularly bathed would possess!

"Urgh~!"

Even with his surprise, Hamlet reflexively winced and pinched his nose at the heavy body odour that flooded into his carriage from where the three monstrous women stood at the open door. When in his life as a noble that once lived in a respectable mansion, had he been so exposed to the heavy stench of perspiration and bodily filth?

"Oh? It seems our little pet doesn't like how we smell."

"Wh-who is your pet?!"

The Demi-orcs spoke surprisingly eloquently for sub-human beasts, however the words that came from one of their mouths immediately didn't sit right with Hamlet!

"You haven't heard have you?"

"What, no, let me go!"

The young man panicked and began a desperate struggle as one of them suddenly reached her long, robust arm into the carriage and grabbed him by the collar! Sure, Hamlet had neglected building his physique and practicing the sword, however it was insane that the woman's arm didn't even budge as he was literally dragged out to meet them. And as he got closer, his face warped both from the increased fear and the more intense smell of their sweaty, unwashed bodies up close!

"He's so small and weak and flimsy, he's perfect!"

"L-let me go!"

"Don't you get what situation you're in now?"

Of course he knew what situation he was in. He'd been abandoned by his family and now it seemed that he was about to die at the hands of half orc brutes before a day had even passed! However, Hamlet knew not how different his perception of the situation was from reality.

"You've been gifted to us, little man."

"Wh-what?"

For a moment, he forgot about his fright as he heard something unbelievable. Gifted? Him? To these half monster beasts?

"Your father offered you to us as a slave and plaything so that we'd ease up on robbing the nearby travellers?"

"Wh-?"

CRCHSH~!

"?!"

Then came another sound from the back of the carriage that was even worse than when they "opened" the door just now! As he looked, one of the Orcs had ripped open a wooden box that he hadn't known was attached to the back of his carriage.

"The promised gold is all here too, I think, I should really learn to count."

"I'll do it later, it looks like some humans can be trusted to keep their promises at least."

No way, just by a glance, Hamlet could tell that the gold contained in the wooden box was more that his entire allowance for the past five years. His father had just given such a sum to a bunch of half-monster bandits, the rejects of society by both species and occupation? He was worth less than these inhuman vermin? Clearly so, since he'd supposedly been given to them along with the gold, as a slave.

"Let me go!"

No, he couldn't accept it, he'd rather die! The young man seemed to have overcome his fright and began desperately struggling in the Orc's grip no matter how useless it seems.

"Pasha."

"Hehe~♪"

In response to his struggling, the Orcs then did something he never expected. One of them suddenly turned around and bent over, showing one of the largest, most magnificent asses Hamlet had ever seen on a woman. And the human soon got a much better look as the Orc holding him suddenly shoved his face right towards said ass! His scream was cut off as his features were suddenly buried in the warm crack of the large, doughy ass cheeks covered only by rags. Not only did a great warmth and darkness envelop him, but also a foul smell of unwashed butt odour assaulted Hamlet's nose and made him nauseous! However, the worst was yet to come, the young man suddenly felt the cheeks around him tense and squeeze his face before all of a sudden,

FFFRRRRRRRBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTT-T-TTRRRRRRR

"?!"

A much, much greater heat together with an insane rush of wind enveloped his face as Hamlet was struck with the largest, foulest blast of flatulence that he never knew a humanoid could produce! The young man screamed for almost a second before the smell suddenly hit him, and like that,

"..."

He was silent, no in fact, he went completely limp.

"I'd say that's a new record."

Pasha, the Orc that had farted, straightened up her stance while complimenting herself as Nheer, the leader Orc pulled the human's face out of her massive butt. As expected, the human was out cold, his unmoving face with his eyes closed now spoiled by a mist of nasty, mossy green fumes wafting off of him like toxic steam. Of course he was still alive and breathing, orc farts certainly smelled like they could kill someone but didn't actually have that powder. The fact that he was still breathing was probably unfortunate though as he would probably be experiencing nightmares soon from the smell of his own face filling his nose.

"Please, I could knock a weak human like this out in half a second with my farts."

Nheer commented as she felt the weight of their limp new pet. He was so pitifully weak that he would probably be a laughing stock in any of the rural villages that they sometimes robbed. But that was precisely why he was the perfect pet to serve them from now on.

"Is half a second better than a second?"

"Mara, looks like you need to practice you counting some more, we're starting as soon as we get back."

The third Orc returned to the group carrying the box of gold with the broken off cover.

"Aw, but I wanna play with the slave too."

"I'm sure he'll be knocked out for a while after that one."

The three took their spoils, amounting to one box of gold and a human stinking of orc farts, and headed in the direction of their hideout. They could have probably gotten more money if they'd threatened somebody to sell the carriage in their stead, however it was way too much effort and they didn't see much value in the wooden box that humans often rode around in. To bandits like them, the gold they'd gotten was enough as far as money was concerned, but the best thing they got out of this deal was definitely the young human noble, or as he'd be called from now on, their slave. So Nheer slung the unconscious Hamlet over her robust shoulder and they headed off, leaving nothing but the expensive carriage, a parting gift from Hamlet's family, to sit alone in the middle of the woods.

***

"Urgh! I know how to count, I just can't divide."

"So you're just lazy and didn't want to count the gold then."

"..."

It was bad news from the moment Hamlet woke up as the familiar voices in his ears proved that what he'd experienced wasn't a nightmare, at least not in the conventional sense. He had no idea how long he'd been knocked out, however the fact that he was still alive was both a good and bad thing. Good of course because everyone was afraid of death, nobody wanted to die. On the other hand though, it meant that the half-human monster women truly had some kind of nefarious purpose for him, and at this point he wasn't sure which outcome he should fear more.

"Urk~"

The human stifled a gag as the sudden memory of what he'd experienced before everything went dark flashed in his head for a moment. It was a smell unlike anything he'd ever smelt before, he'd taken a single whiff on accident, not expecting to suddenly have his face farted in, and he was out like a candle flame!

"You awake slave?"

"Ugh~!"

Unfortunately, that small gag was enough to be heard by one of the Orcs, their pointy ears clearly weren't only for show! It was pointless to pretend any further, the human begrudgingly opened his eyes to see what kind of situation he was in. Even before he opened his eyes, he was already being assaulted by a heavy odour that was even worse that the time he'd once stumbled into the room that the guards usually crowded into right after training. The source of the dense body odour became clear as his eyes greeted the three Orcs that had captured him, as well as two additional ones!

Five large Demi-orcs stood before him inside the enclosed space that was reminiscent of the inside of a cave, lit by old lanterns. The space was furnished with crude furniture that Hamlet knew only those of the most rural villages to use. Even though there was an exit that was letting air in, the mostly enclosed space was still encompassed by the stench of orcs. Clearly this was the bandits' hideout of sorts, and he'd been brought here as loot from their most recent pilfering!

"Good, he's up. Can we start fucking him now?"

"?!"

The first thing Hamlet heard after they'd confirmed he was awake made the young man cower in fear! Truth be told, Hamlet was a bit of a sexual scoundrel that would even have a maid pretend to assault him. However that was only in the case of conventional, human women, the type that didn't have massive bulges hanging from their crotches! Every single one of the five Orcs was packing an unconventional set of genitals in their raggy undergarments, the sizes of which caused Hamlet's ass to shiver before he'd even confirm whether they were what he thought they were! Unfortunately, the human male's frightened reaction only seemed to amuse the sub-human women.

"Give me the rings."

The leader Orc was handed a set of rings that were like toys in her large hands, however, even before she began suddenly approaching him, Hamlet could tell that these rings were no simple toys. He tried to back up, however he was already at a solid rock wall, the Orc got closer before squatting down in front of the frightened human. Just from this distance the human could smell her body odour. He didn't dare move, not only did she have a major advantage in size but just from her physique he could tell that she was a powerful warrior, and that wasn't taking into consideration that there were five of them! Hamlet could only cower further as she suddenly reached for his lower body!

STRRTP~

"Hiik!"

Resistance was proven further futile as the Orc literally ripped the human's expensive pants apart, underwear and all! Hamlet's pecker was exposed to the musty air of the cave, as though Nheer cared not for the human's naked display, she simply held the fistful of ring in front of his face.

"Know what these are?"

"Hk!"

The human was too choked up to answer, however he did recognise the rings for what they were, magical accessories. Items of the type that provided extraordinary effects to those that wore them. It was a wonder why the Orc would be showing these to him who was their captive, but it was made clear soon when she suddenly grabbed his naked dick.