Sandra’s family has the house decorated with streamers, balloons, and a banner that reads: HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY SANDRA! An assortment of finger foods is carefully displayed on the dining room table, and there are two large coolers filled with soft drinks in the corner. Family members slowly fill the house, but Sandra is spending the majority of her time with her two best friends, Wendy, and Gwen. Both girls turned 18 months ago, and had been teasing Sandra for being only one of them who was underage.

The three girls stand around the snack table. Sandra is wearing a sparkling little tiara, sits between her two friends. Her blond hair flows down her back with small braids wrapping around the sides of her head. She looks like a fairytale princess. Gwen, the petite girl, who has long straight black hair with a purple stripe on one side, loves the bread bowl with spinach dip, and is not shy with helping herself. “Joey Lucas cheated on Stacy with Amanda Pearson last night.” Wendy rolls her eyes at the rumor, and puts her thick wavy brown hair in a pony tail. “Amanda Peterson sleeps with any guy who pays attention to her.”

Sandra’s uncle Rick sits in the recliner located in the family room, he’s drinking scotch, and imagining Gwen giving him a lap dance. Gwen notices his obvious perverted stare. “Sandy, your creepy uncle is looking at me.” Sandra glances at her uncle, who is too absorbed in his daydream to notice the expression on his face, and has no clue that people can tell he has an erection. “Just try to ignore him. He will sneak away to the basement soon to jerk off on the couch with the door locked. I should say, hopefully he will lock the door.” Wendy pokes Gwen’s arm. “So Gwen, how does if feel to know that his next orgasm will all be thanks to you?” Gwen’s face blushes at the thought of that. Sandra puts an arm around Gwen’s shoulders. “If you like, you can go down and assist him.” The girls burst into laughter. “Gross.” Gwen said, while imagining what it might be like to actually give him a blow job.

Gift time is fruitful for Sandra’s wardrobe as the pile of pants, skirts, and tops pile up. Gift cards fall out from inside nearly every birthday card she opened, and her creepy uncle Rick gave her $100 in cash, because he is too lazy to buy a gift, but that is no bother to Sandra, who will spend the money with no issues. The cake, which was made by her Grandmother is a big hit with everyone, and Sandra plays the part of the innocent young teen girl for the sake of the family.

As evening sets in, Sandra’s family helps clean the house, and offer Sandra their goodbyes and final happy birthday hugs. Soon the house is quiet, and her parents leave Sandra and her friends alone in the house because they had to drive her Grandmother back home. The weather is calling for storms, so they leave as soon as possible with the hope that they can make the hour long drive to Grandma’s house, and return home before the storm hits hard.

Thunder rolls in the distance. Sandra and the girls sit in the living room. The television plays a reality dating show that the girls are obsessed with, and the three of them sit on the couch in their night cloths. They sit for over an hour, and insult most of the women who are competing for the single wealthy man. Everything about the program is exaggerated, and very unrealistic, but the girls love the drama. The phone rings, and Sandra answers. Her parents tell her the storm is hitting them too hard, and they decided to stay with her Grandmother for the night. The girls officially have the whole house to themselves.

Gwen jumps off the couch and runs to grab her bag from the bedroom on the second floor. “I have the perfect thing for us to do tonight!” She returns to the living room with her backpack, and pulls out an old Ouija board. “This was my sisters. I found it, and thought we could see if it really works.” Sandra and Wendy agree that is would be cool, and Sandra rushes into the kitchen to grab a couple of candles for atmosphere. Gwen sets the board on top of the coffee table, and the three girls sit around it on the floor.

“How do we start it? Wendy asks. “I guess we just put our fingers on the pointer, and ask a question.” Gwen says. They place their fingers on the triangle and wait. “Who asks the question?” Sandra asks. “Gwen shrugs her shoulders. “It’s your birthday, you ask a question.” Sandra gives the board a try. “Hello? Is anyone here with us?” The three of them watch the triangle sit still in the center of the board. Nothing happens. “Maybe you need to invite a spirit to talk to us first.” Suggests Wendy. Sandra takes another shot at the board. “If there are any spirits out there who can hear my voice, I invite you to come join us to talk.” The girls wait again for something to happen, but there is still no response. Gwen speaks up. “Are there any spirits who wish to communicate with us?” The girls feel the triangle come alive, it slowly begins to move to the upper left corner of the board, and stops with the end pointing at the word YES. All three girls are wide eyed. “Did it just work? Or did someone move it?” Gwen asks. “I didn’t move it.” Wendy and Sandra say at the same time. Gwen looks at the board curiously. “How did you die?” The triangle shakes in place for a moment, but stops. Wendy looks at the board with amazement. Gwen jumps back into asking questions. “Can you see us right now?” The triangle moves to the word YES, The three girls look at each other, each taking a deep breath. Thunder bursts over the house, and the three of them scream.

Gwen, now more excited about the experience, keeps talking. “Do you wish you were alive?” The triangles, circles around the word YES. “Would you come visit if you could?” The triangles, circles the board, and lands on YES again. “Are you alone where you are?” The triangle moves to the opposite side of the board. NO. “How many are with you?”… M-A-N-Y-… Sandra looks at Gwen. “That isn’t very specific.” Wendy jumps into the questioning. “Can you physically move things?” The triangle remained still, and the girls waited patiently and quietly for a reply. The family photo sitting on the side table falls forward, and the girls are startled by its sudden movement. “I guess that’s a yes.” Sandra says. Wendy continues: “What else can you do?” More thunder claps over the house, and the power goes out, leaving only the candles to give them light. “Was that you or the storm?” Gwen asks. There is no reply. “Are you still here?” She asks. Triangle circles around the letters… W-E-A-R-E…

The candle flames begin to dance on their wicks without any drafts to cause the flickering flames. The girls look at the candles with amazement. A door on the second floor creaks, and suddenly slams shut. The three of them jump, screaming from the unexpected surprise. “What was that?” Wendy asks. “Wind?” Gwen replies. “We don’t have any windows open.” Sandra says. Another second floor door creaks, and slams shut, startling the girls again. Wind gusts howl outside, and a limb from the tree in the side yard taps at the window. Footsteps are heard coming from one of the second floor bedrooms, Sandra nervously folds the Ouija board on itself, and it flips back open. She tries to shove it off the table, but the board is now firmly stuck to the table top. The candle flames grow taller, and the footsteps work their way down the stairs. The girls watch the steps, but see nothing there. The footsteps stop at the bottom of the stairway. The cold logs in the fireplace burst into flame, and more footsteps can be heard from the basement stairs. Lightning momentarily illuminates the room, thunder rumbles, and shakes the house, and in the flash of light. The girls could see a figure standing at the bottom of the stairs; they screamed, and heard a deep ominous voice laughing. The basement door swings open, and with another flash of lightning they see the image of another figure standing in front of the door. Gwen sprints for the back door, and gets knocked back onto the couch. Wendy and Sandra scream and grab each other. Gwen catches her breath, and then joins the other two in their terrified huddle. More footsteps fill the house, sounding like a massive invasion that makes the entire house rattle. The girls scream, and everything suddenly becomes silent. They look around, still clinging to each other. “Is it over?” Wendy asks.

Something takes hold of Wendy, and she is forcefully flung through the air, landing on top of the dining room table, her hands are forced against the table above her head, she kicks her feet aimlessly; screaming and begging for help. Sandra and Gwen are frozen with fear. They watch in pure horror, as something invisible slashes away at Wendy’s clothing, bits of fabric fly in every direction. Wendy cries more for help.

Gwen reaches into her pocket for her phone, she quickly tries to dial 9-1-1, but the phone dies instantly. Something grips her hair, she is yanked away from Sandra, and gets dragged by her hair, across the floor, and down the basement stairs. The basement door slams, and locks behind her. Sandra stands still. Fear overwhelms her, and the screams of her two best friends fade as she loses consciousness.

Wendy feels the firm grip of something pressing her wrists to the table, she tries to force her hands free, but she exhausts herself. Hands grip her thighs, spreading them apart. She screams for it to stop, and her legs become locked in place. Rough fingers gently caress her face, another hand grabs the back of her head, her mouth is pulled open, and her head is pulled forward. A large fleshy, leathery, phallus makes its way into her mouth. She tries to pull away with no success, and a power overwhelms her, forcing her to suck instead of pull away. Wendy wanted to stop, but she found herself continuing to suck harder on the invisible erection. She heard the sound of a deep moan, as an old, leathery scrotum slaps her chin. The hand on her head forces it to move faster. Saliva drools from her mouth and she gags as she is forced to suck, and lick the invisible phallus. Hot salty semen flows from the corner of her mouth as the spirit empties its ejaculate down her throat. Her head forcefully held in place until she swallows it all. Before her mouth could clear, another large phallus forcefully enters her clean shaved vagina. She cries out, and chokes as a new invisible phallus forces her to suck again. The entity between her legs laughs, and rocks itself between her smooth bare legs, causing her body to rock and sway along with the forceful motion. Wendy feels the inside of her vagina overflow with hot sticky jizz, and she becomes dizzy. A new set of hands grabs her thighs, and a new phallus penetrates deep inside her, her mouth fills yet again with hot salty jizz.

Gwen is tossed onto the old basement floor. She looks around the room and sees nobody. She attempts to sprint up the basement stairs, but is flung back onto the concrete floor. A few moments of silence pass by. Gwen can hear Wendy struggle upstairs. A sound comes from the basement couch, and she sees Sandra’s uncle sits up. “What the hell is going on?” He mumbles. An empty bottle of whiskey rolls onto the floor from his lap. A terrifying deep voice roared, shaking everything in the basement. Rick is flung into the air, and spins in place. Fear and confusion flood his face, and he yells at the feeling of something taking over his body. He falls to the floor, and sits up. Gwen notices his eyes turned deep black, and he wipes blood from his nose. The terrifying deep voice speaks using his body. “Hello Gwen.” She screams and tries running up the stairs again. The possessed Rick throws his hand in the air, and Gwen is pulled towards him. “I was just thinking about your pretty pink pussy.” He says as he wraps his hands around her body, making sure to get a grip on one of her breasts. Gwen screams, and he shoves her onto the couch. “I’ve been dreaming about you all night. Now I want to enjoy you.” Gwen is overwhelmed with an energy that takes control of her body. She stands up, and strips for the possessed Rick. She wants to fight the powerful energy, but finds herself reaching for Rick’s pants. Gwen frees Ricks erect penis from his pants, and strokes the shaft. Rick fondles her small round breasts, and she closes her eyes. Her breasts tingle as he fondles her, and her nipples harden. Finding herself overwhelmed by a force that she could not control, Gwen gets down on her knees, and puts Ricks dick in her mouth, her tongue wiggles around his shaft, and she bobs her head up and down, as if she was trying her best to give Rick the best blowjob she could. She wants to stop, but keeps going as if her subconscious wants it to continue. Rick ejaculates into her mouth, and she laps it all up, making sure not to leave a prop behind. He sits on the couch, gives her a twisted looking grin, and without thinking about it, Gwen sits on his throbbing hard cock. He grabs her ass cheeks, and she rides his cock, passionately. She can feel him pulsing inside her pussy, she knows it is wrong, and she wants it to end, but she can’t stop herself. Gwen rocks, and grinds on his cock. Her pussy gets wetter as she bounces on his lap, and the tingling sensation grows inside her. She grinds his cock faster, and deeper, her head spins with a combination of disgust, and arousal. She looks into Ricks deep black eyes as she becomes overwhelmed with that tingling sensation. Her body floods with energy, and her pussy vibrates into an orgasmic rush that causes her to grind on Ricks ejaculating cock as hard as her petite little body can handle. A blood vessel bursts in Ricks head, the blackness fades from his eyes, and rick passes away as Gwen, unaware of his demise, continues her orgasmic grind on his lifeless body.

Sandra wakes up in her bed, her head feels groggy, and her memory is fuzzy. Sandra begins to think that everything was part of a bad dream, then she began to hear heavy breathing coming from the corner. Out from the shadows walks a terrifying beast, standing ten feet tall, with a powerful, muscular body covered in coarse smoky fur, and a face resembling a grimacing baboon with piercing red eyes, and rams horns growing from the front of its skull. The beast slowly approaches her. She wants to run, but her legs become limp and lifeless. Pressing it’s cold, wet nose against her neck, it takes in her scent of pheromones, hormones, and fear. The grimacing beast grips the top of her nightgown, and with one fast tug, the gown was torn from her body. Sandra, paralyzed in fear, lies on her back, her golden blond hair fans out beneath her head, and her soft, yet firm breasts rest on her chest like inviting pillows. The beast studies her young fit body. Using the tip of its sharp steel-like nail, it hooks into her panties, and, almost as if it was making the moment last, slowly pulled them down, exposing her tight, pink, still virgin pussy. Sandra hears Wendy moan on the first floor, and can’t tell if she’s in pain, or enjoying herself; maybe a bit of both.

The grimacing, horned beast lifts Sandra from her bed, and holding her upright, with its hands gripping her ass, it gently slides her tight virgin pussy onto its red, swollen, bulbous phallus. Tears flow from her eyes as she feels her hymen tare, and the oversized phallus continues its slow insertion. Sandra’s head starts spinning. The size of the beast performing intercourse with her, feels nearly impossible to truly fit inside her, yet it continues its slow, gentle insertion. Its grimacing face, and red eyes study her expression as it experiences all the pleasures that an 18 year old virgin teenager’s pussy can offer. Fully inserted, Sandra feels its large phallus warming her groin, in an almost pleasant way. She is confused, terrified, and very aroused. The beast clenches her soft cushioned ass, and begins bouncing Sandra up and down, her snug, soaking wet pussy gliding smoothly along it’s hot, hick shaft. She wraps her arms around its solid, rock hard, shoulders, and the beast thrusts its waist upwards, bouncing the little, blond Sandra on its massive cock as she clings to its rough coarse fur.

The beast puts Sandra face first on top of her bed, her head still spins. Mounting itself behind her, it penetrates her pussy with one quick shove. Sandra’s head jerks upwards, her jaw drops, and her eyes grow wide in an instant. The beast starts humping Sandra like a wild animal, pumping, and thrusting with all its might. Sandra is barely able to hold herself up, but that is not a problem, because the beast grips her waist with an unbreakable grasp. Sandra’s head whips back and forth, her hair flinging in every direction; her pussy heats up as the oversized phallus penetrates her at an alarming speed. Every aggressive thrust knocks the wind from her chest, and she experiences moments where it’s difficult to complete a full breath. The room begins to rush around her, and the beast continues fucking Sandra like a jackhammer. Something builds up inside her, and the room floods with white light. Thunder bursts through her ears, and as the beast continues shoving itself between her trembling thighs, she has a reality shattering orgasm. The beast lets out a demonic howl, and an overflow of semen bursts from her tightly filled pussy.