Alien Orgy
She stood up in the craft, the surface beneath her soft, cushioned and apparently organic. She took two, three steps. That was as far as she got before whip-like tentacles shot from the surface beneath her and ensnared her wrists and ankles. She was yanked onto her back and her limbs bound to the floor spread eagle. She struggled only momentarily, immediately realizing that any attempt to free herself would be a waste of precious energy, and she knew she was going to need all her energy for...
Supernatural