The Plant mercilessly keeps her in the air

The plant maintained its height above the ground, forcing Allison to have little choice than to hang on for dear life. She was conflicted, wanting to get off, but also not wanting to risk the fall. The stalk continued to sway around, continuously triggering her instinctual fear of heights and falling.

As the green phallus sadistically held her up and stimulated her fears, it continued to drill and poke with every angle it could. It was grinding and twisting, burrowing into her privates. Allison whimpered and moaned and gasped, all at once while her womanhood was being tickled by the little invader. Her legs were wrapped around tightly, her heart skipping beats as the tentacle like thing swayed. It seemed to enjoy stimulating the sensation of falling in her, as she would grip it harder with her legs, helping it fit into her better. She could feel the bumps, the kernels of the corn, and knew just how much they had progressed inside her, farther than any toy or guy could hope to. She hated it, but there was nothing she could do against the orgasmic itch inside her, coupled with a bit of pain.

Allison felt violated as she was forced to keep the outsider inside her, which endlessly made little shifts and rotations inside her