She's dragged back on the horse.

Before she could assess just how her limbs had been retied, Vivia was lifted again, and thrown back on the saddle, although this time she was lain across it backwards.

The foreign woman who bound her wrested control of Vivia's limbs with overpowering strength, strapping her to the saddle with her arms and legs each splayed out around the large back of the horse. When she got a glimpse of the woman's face, she noticed those strong features expressed a level of malice, but her lips were twisted in a devious smirk.

The ropes were tied beneath the horse's belly, and Vivia was tightly secured to the saddle in a wildly inappropriate position: the horn that plagued her ride down was now even more firmly pressed up between her legs, and her face was lain sideways on the rear of the seat.

She tried complaining, but her words were incoherent around the bit in her mouth. The dark-eyed woman didn't seem to listen anyway as she turned and smacked the horse's back, causing it to trot forward.

The movement rocked her once more upon its back, and she had to clench the bit between her teeth as her sore crotch was subject to the protrusion's invasion again, this time from an even worse angle. Her chest was also pressed against the saddle, making it a little difficult to breathe with every bounce. Thankfully the horse stopped after a few steps, but her captor caught up quickly, seeming unsatisfied.

She shouted at the horse as she walked, yet turned to meet Vivia's glare with her dark eyes slimmed and scheming. The Rogue was a little more than dreading whatever that scheme was.