Show her who is in control

You're not going to let this blood-thirsty brigand talk to you like that. You get closer and give her a firm slap across the cheek. Her head turn with the blow, but she moves it back to face you. She is grinning like a wolf, teeth flashing in the torchlight. "I like it when they're feisty!" she says in a crazed voice. You give her another slap on the opposite cheek. Both of her cheeks are covered in red hand marks, but she maintains her wild smile. "You hit like a bitch!"

You put the torch in one of the cart's basic sconces. You'll need both hands free. Anne braces, expecting a hail of blows. Pfft. As if you will be manipulated by her cheap goading. No, instead you get up and move to sit behind her. She struggles in her bindings to turn around, hoping to see you but her efforts are in vain. You loop one arm around her neck, locking her in place. "You know," she says through your hold, "I would have agreed to wrestle you with an arm tied behind my back, but this is ridiculous." You don't respond to her tease. Instead, you silently move your free hand to her small breast. She gasps in surprise. You smile at your victory, getting a genuine reaction from the foul-mouthed bandit. "What the hell is this? Isn't the whole pillage and **** thing our bit?" she asks, voice hardening. You can tell she's masking her fear with her humor. You ignore her and keep massaging her breast, playing with the nipple through her rough clothing. Occasionally, you hear her moan or gasp with the pleasure against her will. You're very hard now, and you are sure she feels your erection pressing against the small of her back. "Would you fucking STOP, asshole?" She writhes hard, but it's no use. You're much stronger, and she is too tightly bound. You take mercy on her though. She is obviously frustrated and you want to help. You dip your hand between her legs.

Anne's whole body stiffens at your violation. She starts to yell, and you can't have that. Quickly, you pull out your handkerchief and stick it in her mouth, gagging her. At first you rub at her groin through the hem of her tunic. Through the cloth you can feel her engorged clit, and you play with it, running your fingers over, in circles, back and forth. She squirms at your touch. After a couple minutes of this, you feel it is time to move on. You rip back the edge of her tunic violently, revealing a patch of untrimmed blonde hair between her thighs. She screams again into her gag. You can hear her muted cries, but nobody else does. "My my, where did all that confidence go?" You ask. It's your turn to tease. She babbles something into her gag. With two deft fingers, you spread open her lips as you use your thumb to play with her naked clit. Anne's wriggling comes occasionally in wild bursts now (from which cause, you wonder), still ineffective. You slide you index and middle finger lightly up and down her parted labia. Up and down, your use just the tips, as if you were tickling her. Then, without warning you insert. The strongest bout of thrashing thus far begins."Hmm, you know, from your resistance I would think you're hating this. But I'm getting a whole different story from how wet you are." you say into her ear in a low voice. If only she could see the lascivious grin on your face. You pump faster now, refusing to let her get free. As her thrashing dies down, you feel her begin to stiffen progressively. This is overtaken as another bout of writhing sets in, this time entirely different. You keep pumping your fingers and playing with her clit until the writhing peaks. Anne moans into the gag and you feel her legs tremble. Suddenly she stops moving, exhausted.