Jumanji-online (the serial) Episode 2

Barry did as the disk suggested, he ducked. Crawling under the table, he pulled his chair in after him. The lion sailed over the table, raking Jason’s back as Jason, who reacted slower than had Barry, also ducked. With a fading roar, the lion crashed through the drapes-the windows-into the void beyond. Bill, having a glimpse of the void, pissed on his leg and the floor. He never again suggested pulling back the drapes to peer at the windows.

After the lion had disappeared, Barry crawled out from beneath the table. He noticed that the door to the room was still open.

“Hey,” he called to the others, “the door’s open.”

Jason, blood streaming from the wounds on his back, gingerly stood up from the floor, where he’d fallen after being struck by the lion.

“Let’s look around,” he said.

Barry, folded up the game, pieces in place, so that it formed a small chest and placed it under his arm. While the others timidly waited, Jason stuck his head through the door. Toward the center of the large foyer, into which the doors opened, the entrance to the house was to the left, and broad stairs were to the right. Hallways to the back of the house were on either side of the center portion of the downstairs area that was behind the staircase. After carefully looking in every direction, Jason stepped into the foyer. Without looking back, he beckoned to the others.

“It looks O.K.,” he said. “Let’s look around.”

Being preoccupied with his thoughts-trying to reconcile what he’d done to his father and mother-Barry didn’t display his normal curiosity, but hung back toward the rear of the group, with his eyes on the floor. Jennifer, in Robert’s body, grabbed hold of his hand. Barry started to pull his hand free, until, remembering that it was actually Jennifer, who was holding his hand, not Robert, he, instead, looked at her and smiled.

Whereas the others, especially because of the things that they’d been forced to do, had become accustomed to being naked, Jennifer had not. Having Robert’s large cock dangling from her crotch, only made it worse. The weight of it, and its banging against her legs, constantly reminded her of her condition. Holding on to Barry, somehow, helped.

It, also, had an unforeseen effect; her cock became erect. Jennifer exclaimed, “Oh...,” and pulled her hand free from Barry’s.

“I can’t go out there like this,” she said.

“After all we’ve been forced to do, it doesn’t matter,” replied Barry. “Look at what I’ve had to do. How could anything be worse than cutting off my father’s cock, and fucking my mother? Besides, look; I’m getting a hard on, too.”

“But, they all stare at me anyway. They’re always looking at this thing between my legs. If I go out there like this, they’ll all gawk at me.”

“Come on, then,” he said, as he grasped her hand and took her back into the game room, where he pulled her to the floor.”

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“If you cum, your hard on will go away. All you have to do is beat off.”

“But, I don’t want to touch it,” she replied.

“O.K., I’ll do it for you,” said Barry, as, gripping Jennifer’s cock, he began pumping it.

Jennifer turned her head to kiss Barry, who was lying with one arm beneath her neck and with his face next to hers, as he pulled on her cock. As their tongues met, she reached down to grasp and to begin pumping his. As Jennifer felt Barry begin to cum, her cock ejected a prodigious amount of spunk. It struck both Barry and Jennifer in the face, but their orgasms were too intense for them to notice. Spent, they lay in each other’s arms.

After giving Jennifer a long kiss, Barry said, “Hey, we’d better catch up with the others.

They wiped themselves off on the drapes-Barry picked up the game-and then went looking for the others, who, when they entered the foyer, were nowhere in sight. The couple found a bathroom where, after taking a much needed piss, they were able to shower-to wash the sticky cum from their bodies. Because of the budding affection which they felt for each other, Barry’s thoughts were no longer preoccupied with what he had done to his mother and father, and Jennifer’s thoughts no longer dwelt on her nakedness or on Robert’s cock. Walking hand in hand, they found the others in the kitchen.

“Hey, where have you guys been?” asked Jason.

“We took a shower,” answered Barry.

“What have you got under your arm?” inquired Bill.

“It’s the game. I didn’t want to leave it behind,” answered Barry.

Noticing that the two were holding hands, Bret, who was jealous-he would like to get it on with either Barry, or with whoever occupied Robert’s body-said, “What’s going on? Are you guys going queer on us?”

Barry replied, “This is Jennifer. She’s a girl.”

“Well, it looks like a boy to me, and, besides, Jennifer, when she was in her own body fucked me. I got her cherry.”

Barry flew at him, grabbing him around the neck. “You better shut the fuck up, if you know what’s good for you. She didn’t have any choice. The game made her do it.”

Although Bret was three years older than Barry, Barry, who was large for his age, worked out with weights and had a brown belt in karate; besides, Bret didn’t want a physical confrontation, at least not a physical confrontation that wasn’t sexual.

He said, “O.K.....O.K., man; forget it. I didn’t mean nothing.”

“Well, keep your fucking mouth shut about Jennifer,” demanded Barry.

Attempting to mediate, Jason said, “All right, you guys...cool it. We’ve got to stick together so that we can get out of here. Hey, there’s food here. Are you guys hungry?”

“Starved,” answered Jennifer and Barry, together.

After they finished eating, as the group sat around the dining room table, Barry asked, “Don’t you think that we should get on with the game?”

“Man...I don’t know,” replied Kevin. “Something bad happens every time someone rolls.”

“Yeah, but, if we don’t finish the game, we won’t ever get to go home,” said Barry, although he wasn’t sure that he would still have a home, after what he’d done to his parents. His only hope was that, as it was in the movie, normal reality would return-that the reality of the game would end when the game ended.

“Who’s roll is it?” asked Jason. “Who rolled last?

As Barry opened the game on the dining room table, Jennifer raised her hand. “I rolled last. It’s Rod’s turn.”

“Shit, man,” Rod exclaimed, “I’m afraid to roll,” but, surprised that the dice had materialized in his hand, he dropped them on the board. He rolled a three.

“OOPS,” the words on the disk said. “Craps. Wonder how Rod will look without his rod?”

Although, Rod was unable to struggle, Jason held his shoulders while Jennifer and Barry spread apart his legs. Robert, with a knife in his fourteen year-old girl’s hand, walked over to where Rod lay.

“Let me go. What are you going to do?” he screamed, although he was afraid that he knew what was going to happen.

His screaming intensified when Robert, placing the knife at the base of Rod’s cock, sliced it off. He fainted when Robert cut off his cut off his scrotum, exposing his blue-white balls, which dangled by their cords. Then Robert, grasping Rod’s nuts, one at a time, cut through the cords. Each ball, in turn, rolled onto the carpet. Although Rod’s wounds bled profusely at first, the bleeding promptly ceased. Rod was conscious, but crying when they helped him back to his seat. None of the participants could bring themselves to look at him

The game players had finish one round. Everyone had rolled once.

(to be continued)