The Grip of Darkness featuring Shelena. Shelena wakes up slowly, the harsh fluorescent lights above her hospital bed flickering. Something feels off—too dark, too quiet, as if the room is suffocating her. Her body feels heavy, pinned down by a strange weight. As her eyes adjust to the dim light, she realizes that it’s not just a feeling. Slimy, cold tentacles are creeping over her bare skin, sliding under the thin hospital gown, curling around her wrists and ankles. A sense of dread washes over her as she tries to pull away, but the grip tightens.

Just as panic begins to settle in, the door bursts open. A doctor rushes in, his face calm as he reassures her, “It’s all in your head, Shelena. Just a bad dream. You’re safe here.” His voice is soothing, the weight on her body disappears. For a moment, Shelena relaxes, convinced that her mind has been playing tricks on her.

But that fleeting sense of security shatters in an instant.

A scream echoes through the room, a horrible sound that makes her blood run cold. The doctor’s face twists in terror as the very same tentacles that had disappeared moments before wrap around his body, dragging him into the darkness. His cries are quickly silenced, leaving Shelena alone, strapped down to the bed by the monstrous tendrils. This is no dream. The nightmare is real.

The tentacles take their time with her now, wrapping around her arms and legs, pulling her tight against the sterile sheets. Her hospital gown is ripped away, leaving her naked and exposed. She gasps, her body trembling as the tentacles turn her over, flipping her like a rag doll on the bed. They hold her there, immobilized, her legs spread wide, her pussy dripping with anticipation she can’t explain. One long, throbbing tentacle, thick like an alien cock, slithers between her legs and without any hesitation, plunges into her soaking wet pussy. The sensation sends a shockwave through her body, her back arching, her mouth opening in a silent scream as the tentacle fucks her deep.

The pace is relentless, fucking her harder, faster, the slick sounds of the tentacle sliding in and out of her pussy echoing in the sterile room. Shelena’s mind reels, her body betraying her as pleasure mixes with fear, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. Cum spills from the tentacle, filling her completely, thick and hot, dripping out of her pussy in gooey streams.

Before she can even catch her breath, a new assault begins. This time, two tentacle cocks claim her—one forcing its way back into her slick, dripping pussy while the other shoves down her throat. Her lips stretch wide as the tentacle fills her mouth, her throat gagging slightly as it fucks her face with rough, powerful thrusts. Her hands grip the sheets as the tentacles fuck her from both ends, pushing her further into submission. Cum explodes from the tentacle in her throat, spilling out from the sides of her mouth, her eyes rolling back in pure pleasure as she swallows every last drop.

Her pussy, stretched and filled, spasms around the thick tentacle cock, milking it for everything it has. Another thick load of cum pours into her, her body shaking as her pussy overflows, cum spilling onto the sheets beneath her. Shelena’s world spins, but something has changed. She’s no longer fighting—she’s giving in.

The tentacles no longer need to restrain her. Shelena spreads her legs willingly, her body aching for more as she takes one tentacle deep inside her pussy. Her hands wrap around the thick tentacle cocks, guiding them, her tits bouncing with every thrust. Sweat covers her body, making her skin glisten as she loses herself to the sensation, her mind clouded with pure, primal need.

But the monster has more in store for her. Sucking tentacles latch onto her perfect, round tits, their mouths pulling at her nipples with a tight, wet suction. The pressure builds as they suck harder, her back arching off the bed, her lips gasping for air. She’s being ravaged, utterly consumed by the pleasure as the tentacles fuck her hard and fast, cumming inside her again and again, until her body can’t take anymore.

Cum pours from her pussy, her mouth, dripping from every hole. Her tits are drenched, coated in the sticky, white seed of the tentacles as they retract, leaving her spent and trembling. The hospital bed is soaked in cum, the room silent save for Shelena’s ragged breaths. She lies there, completely used, covered in layers of thick alien cum, her body still twitching in the aftershocks of the wildest ride of her life.

Her nightmare? It’s only just begun.