The pressing intensifies

Soon Alison would learn her tactic would not pay off. The long plant intensified its pressing, putting its head precisely where Alison did not want it. The clothing blocking the plant prevented it from having direct contact with her flesh, but it did not stop the cock-like thing from sinking into her. Its head was now buried an inch within her, her hole parted open some to accommodate it. The part of it inside her was not incredibly thick, likely comparable to a golf ball, but she could see that if it sunk more, its thicker part might stretch her out towards her limit. Now with her entrance no longer an obstacle, it pushed further in.

Alison figured out at this moment that her tactic of staying still wasn't helping. She began shifting her hips side to side, hoping the movement would slip the phallic invader out of her. She folded her legs in, bringing them closer to her center mass so that she could use her weight to twist herself some more and throw the snakelike object off of her. In that gyrating movement she stimulated herself some, as the invader struggled to keep contact with her, its movements creating little collisions all over her lower parts. Her lower parts self lubricating themselves made it especially hard on the plant, and Alison was convinced that it was going to fully pop out. But the stalk was smart, as it started following her movements. It started gyrating with her, and no longer was at risk of being pulled out. Of course, due to the imperfections in the movements made by the human, it would often times create some friction, creating more hormonal excitement in the victim it was violating.

She noticed the change in the situation. No longer was the plant struggling, but instead it was practically dancing with her, partly inside her. It gave her a hint of a feeling that anything she could do would be pointless and would only prolong the inevitable, but she refused to accept that. She insisted on fighting it.

She decided to climb up the the stalk she was hanging onto, in hopes of climbing off of the plant cock that impaled her. As she got up in height, the stalk she clung onto became more unstable, trying to remain stable but nonetheless swaying around, which scared Alison into thinking it could snap at any moment and she'd fall from this height. Her efforts were in vain too, the intruder was adamant about staying inside, and in fact, slowly made its way deeper into her when she used her legs to climb up the stalk, briefly creating moments of low tension allowing the thing to progress into her. At this point it was almost three quarters of the way inside her, its widest getting close to entering and stretching her.

Alison decided on a new tactic.