No.

Contrary to Vivia's wishes, the horse's gait did not slow even as they reached an incline, riding up the side of a hill. The angle sent her back into the arms of her captor, who breathed heavily in Vivia's ear, as well as pushed her up against the front of the saddle with her hips.

The climb was rough, with the saddle's horn shoved between her legs with every step. The dark-eyed woman spoke a foreign word softly behind her head as Vivia bit her lip and grunted in time with the horse's rhythmic pace.

They soon crested the hill, and for a blessed moment Vivia could adjust herself enough to mitigate the pressure upon her nether-regions. But then she felt her captor slide forward in the saddle, pressing up against Vivia's bound limbs enough that she could feel her bare stomach with her bound hands.

The dark-eyed woman leaned over her shoulder to bring her head directly beside her own, and Vivia could tell the woman was flushed as much as she must be. “Relax...” she whispered.

Vivia could almost try to comply, at least before the reins were given another flick, and the horse was spurred forth even faster, sending them down the ever-steeper incline on the other side of the hill.

She was sent forward, directly into the horn, and gasped a cry of surprise as the ride became twice as violent beneath her. She lurched up and down, back and forth, always into that invasive protrusion. Her breeches quickly tore at the inseam, and she was surprised they held out as long as they did. Her cunt was rocked into the hard leather, undergarments shoved in to cleave it upon the next impact.

Her captor gasped as well, hers quite clearly more elated than Vivia's. They rode close together, roughly and rapidly rocked in the saddle. Each bounding step the horse took was accompanied by moaning grunts from the two of them as it flew downhill.

Vivia was effectively fucked by the saddle, coming to a forceful climax in the arms of the dark-eyed woman behind her. The woman let out a sighing moan as she stared at her captive's wide-eyed, gape-mouthed expression while the ground leveled out beneath them. Vivia shuddered as the woman gasped excited, heavy breaths, bent forward with her in the saddle as the horse finally started to slow.

She was still subjected to being rocked upon the misshapen seat, and though part of her felt it as relief compared to moments before, she was even more sensitive to it at this point, making the ride a bit too tender. When she finally had her wits about her again, she glared at the dark-eyed woman's flushed, devious smile.

The woman clearly seemed to get off on her getting off. Vivia just hoped that was the extent of her use for her, and she would just be let off now.