Anouk Overpowered, Hogtied, and Mouth-Stuffed

She steps into the stable and hands close around her before she can turn. He shoves her face-down across the hay, knees buckling under his weight. Leather straps bite into her wrists, yank her arms behind her, then loop around her ankles. One sharp tug folds her in half. Her back arches, natural breasts mashed into loose straw. He works a rag between her teeth, knotting it tight at the nape, stuffing every sound she makes. Bare skin prickles where the rope crosses her thighs. He keeps her there, hogtied, cheeks hollowed around the gag, breath hot and shallow. The stable smells of sweat and hay and the sharp, unmistakable scent of him. She twists once, testing the knots; they only cinch tighter.