A scaly haunch of some unknown beast was quickly torn into bloody chunks, and slabs of pallid fungus were snapped up avidly. Snarls and curses subside... as fanged maws were stuffed with food. Each Orc crouched by itself, ready to fight off anyone who came near.Bartan, Kargh and Furdick backed away clutching lumps of evil smelling fungus, and pretended to eat. As soon as the Orcs were done feeding, they gave up the pretense and ate from their own packs."We'll dump this fungus out in the hall,". When he had finished he wiped himself off with his t-shirt, shoved me out of the bed and rolled over. The next morning he announced to my mother that he guessed I could tag along.This became a ritual with my brother and I; if I wanted to go along with him, I had to pay the price. I thought to myself and convinced myself that there was no difference in stroking my brother’s cock or my own. I began to get used to it and even enjoyed watching him cum at my hand. I would experiment with different. Other than a quick pee stop; we didn’t pull off into a truck stop until almost ten pm. He topped off the tanks while I went for a little more food then we spent the night in the sleeper. We did take turns getting cleaned up. I’d inserted a soap suppository maybe fifteen minutes before we made the stop; by the time he stopped the truck I’d been fighting to hold it! As he got busy I sprinted to the bathrooms about ready to explode!Bill had saved enough energy for me. Before we both passed out,. We walked on down the hall, and I asked Angie if she had noticed anything. "She's definitely got rope marks on her wrists", she said. I told her about the welts on her back. "We need to keep an eye on this one", I told her. "I wonder how many more like her are out there?" she asked. I asked her, "Have you seen anything or heard any scuttlebutt that makes you think there are?" She said she'd heard rumors of a group of parents who swapped their daughters for ritual beatings. I told her to try to.