They try to explore her most sensitive parts

The vine that had tugged her underwear down made it's way back up by spiraling around and slithering up her leg. It returned to the position that interested it, the wet area. Meeting its desired location, it renewed its exploration.

Alison felt the vine squirm, building up. Its head poked at random parts of her skin near her fold, drawing nearer and nearer to her folds. And then it flicked the hood. The little sensation, was enough to make her draw a line in the sand. It has to stop, she thought. She had to do something.

The vine, realizing it had antagonized its prey, knew it had found something. It nudged more and more, and found something of a gap sheathed underneath. Prodding forth, its head began trying to burrow inside.

Alison gasped. It was going to end up inside her. With all her strength, fighting the vines that held her legs, she squirmed and kicked, and ultimately managed to get the intruder away from her sacred cave. She closed her legs and held them tight, sealing it off.

The vine couldn't find the tunnel that intrigued it. In its confusion it decided to slither around the body until it could find it. Creeping upwards, it passed its kin that was busy with the hills on her chest. It found a new feature to the figure it was exploring. It twisted around it, hoping to find something that would capture its interest once more.

Alison gulped. She felt threatened, because the vine was now wrapping itself around her neck. Knowing the nature of these plants better, she realized it would be searching for another hole, and knew it wouldn't be long before it might find her mouth. Consciously sealing it tight, she hoped that she could keep it away like she did before.

The green appendage, having obscured her neck and now crossing one of her cheeks, prodded at the skin in hopes of finding a unique texture, or some moisture, or a cavity. Stumbling into her lips, the green appendage realized that it may have found all it was looking for. It began nudging at her lips, and while there was resistance, its conviction to find a new den only increased. It stiffened its lower body, expecting that the tension could help coax that part of the body to cooperate.

She felt the vine tighten around her neck, not enough to keep her from breathing, but enough to make her feel threatened. The prowler on her lips continued to rub and pry at her lips. With every moment that she resisted, the vine would steadily increase its strength, forcing her to use more effort to fight it. But then, with a little pop, her efforts became irrelevant. Its head was in her mouth. She twisted her head to try to break it off, but her neck was too restricted to make any significant movements.

Using her teeth she tried to bite at it in hopes of scaring it off, but its skin was too thick to sustain any damage. Now with the vine past her teeth, all she could do was push back with her tongue. It seemed hopeless, but she refused to give up. Shoving her tongue forcefully against its head, she could practically taste it. There wasn't much to say about the taste, it was like licking the stem of some plant. What Alison didn't expect was the vine to actually enjoy the resistance. It **** back at her tongue and rubbed against it. Alison was french kissing a vine.

Humiliated by the thought, she gave up. Maybe if I just let it do its thing it'll get bored, and let me go, she thought. At least her womanhood was protected. She relaxed her mouth somewhat.

The vine, now free of resistance, once more began prodding around inside her mouth. Bumping into the cheeks and roof of her mouth it found dead ends, but that hardly bothered it, it had at least found an environment filled with moisture, and so felt a feeling of satisfaction. Leisurely crawling up her tongue, it did however find more space to burrow, and so glided across her tongue.

Alison gulped. It was going to go into her throat. She was scared at being violated this way, and was worried at the possibility of **** on the vine.