Penetration

The vine, prepared to enter, pushed its head into her entrance, eager to explore this untouched hole.

If her mouth wasn't obstructed, Alison would have gasped. With the low amount of air and the shocking event, adrenaline kicked in. This couldn't happen. Despite all the ways she was violated, she still had dignity in that hole, and she wanted to preserve it while she still had enough brainpower left to remember what dignity was. She kicked with renewed vigor, and twisted her body, and for a moment there, she was gaining ground. They wouldn't be able to hold her for much longer!

Beyond her sight however, more vines slithered down to join their fellows that restrained her limbs. Before she only had one vine wrapped around each limb, but now the vines reinforced their kin, increasing their number and strength fourfold. Her arms and legs were now locked in place, completely covered in green, hidden away. Her new vigor was now worthless, any action she attempted made no movement whatsoever, she was rigid and held in place tight. She lowered her head to look down, maybe with the hope that she might see something to help her situation. But all she got was a full view of her violation.

The vine, now free of interruption, resumed moving its head side to side, pressing against her pussy, flicking at her hood and her lovebud. While she tried not to enjoy it, the stimulation nonetheless caused her body to betray her, her lower half increasing in sensitivity and her mound to grow ever so slightly in excitement. She was wetter than in any moment she could possibly remember. The green appendage slowed down. Now that the girl was practically pacified, it could resume its exploration. Returning its head to her entrance, it resumed the slow but forceful thrust into her womanhood. This time, with Alison's slit now prepared, the vine's head popped it with ease, lubricated by the wetness.

Alison lost all hope in that moment. She felt it crawl slowly further in until it could no more, and knew what was to come. It was going to begin prodding around, and then unsatisfied with the results, it would slither in and out with great ****. She was going to be fucked hard and there was nothing she could do.

As if following instructions the vine's head began following its procedure, jabbing and nudging around. Several times it briefly hit and rubbed her special spot, and she would get the brief sensation of strong pleasure for those transient moments. Her senses became secondary as touch and pleasure took over. Her reptile brain wanted more, her proper self wanted it to end. The vine, unable to get results, moved onto to the next step demanded its instinct. Parts of its body outside of Alison's sacred cave curled up closer, slithering in a manner that it often crossed her clit, rubbing onto it. And then the body lunged itself forth inside.

The vine slid forth and back inside her meaty walls with a rapid and consistent pace, part of it rubbing against her sensitive interior spot. The sensation of rushes traveling from her delicate regions overwhelmed her, practically erasing the last of her capacity for thought. Now all she could do was feel. The vine inside her, relentless in its nearly mechanical movements, made sure to maximize the friction between itself and her. The vines on her limbs loosened their grips slightly, causing her body to rock back and forth. The raw sensation was so overwhelming that even her body began resisting. On instinct her body moved her hips away in hopes of losing the vine, but it had little effect on the well-lubricated intruder popping in and out of her body relentlessly. Her muscles spasmed, unsure what to do as the brain that they had so obediently served was stupefied with pleasure. Alison's eyes rolled a bit back and her face reddened. The vines had no intention of stopping, and so her mind was banished to another realm.

Even her hole was resisting on its own now. It squeezed the vine, trying to use the build up in pressure to shoot it out, but the appendage adapted quickly, using even more brute ****, creating even more friction, taking the kind of orgasm that could risk brain damage, and cranked it up to 11. The vine was encouraged by the tightening of her lower parts, and refused to let up, making incredibly audible slapping sounds. Alison's body began forcing shallow rapid breaths, desperately trying to recover their master from the sensual oblivion that she was exiled to. Instead however, this caused her mouth and throat to tighten as the body tried to breathe in, stimulating the vine there.