Who's the Biggest Shill? | Morgan vs Noomi

Morgan was unintentionally playing the part of the victim well. She was left completely vulnerable to that slam against the wall, her head and feet impacting the wall and flattening. It wasn't a severe hit, only briefly stunning the blonde long enough to not feel Noomi's face plunge in between her breasts. Though she did soon come to realize it, wincing with one eye closed as the streamer's head shook back and forth like she'd try to bury herself deeper.

The blonde was aghast to see her own cheeky wink that she liked to do being used against her, intentionally or not. She had to come up with something clever to get out of this. Being victimized again and having to sacrifice another life with her last one feeling positively draining. Who know what else she had planned!

An arm was removed from her waist and Morgan sought to take advantage with an attempted escape. She struggled, managing to extract one of her arms, but before it could do anything, she was scooped up. It did not take much longer for her to be flipped and slammed against the table. A thermos of water, likely water anyway, tipped and spilled. A potted flower broke from the blonde's shoulder hitting it, sending dirt cascading down her arm. Her back landed on a book causing her to lift her back and writhe, folding over to her side. A lockbox collapsed to the floor along with a key that went to a different part of the room.

"Aaaugh..." Morgan grunted, letting herself finish rolling over onto her belly. She'd try to lift herself up onto her hands and knees and crawl, trying to escape....

The carnage of breaking the table and various ceramic items shattering did cause a bit of a start for the streamer despite being the one to orcistare it. She hadn't really considered the degree of damage it all would cause… but it was fun all the same. It reminded her of something she had gone to when she went on a brief trip to the United Stages. Rage rooms they called them, places to just break things. This wasn't all too dissimilar, she just had a pretty playmate in here to enjoy along with the destruction.

“Oooo.” A glint of light reflecting off a tiny object caught her eye, a key had fallen among the debris that must have been hidden somewhere on the table. Convenient then she had chosen to smash it all. With a hum of excitement, she picked the key up and turned it over in her hand. It did have a label on it so it went somewhere… she nudged a nearby lockbox over to see about opening it up but there was a number and a letter displayed that did not match. She’d have to search the room.

“Hey, now where do you think you’re going, love bug?” Noomi gave a small giggle as she easily caught up to the crawling Morgan, walking alongside her as she tried in vain to escape. The streamer stepped over the top of the blond, careful of her footing as she walked back towards the bed. She stopped briefly to grab hold of the girl’s ankle and begin to drag her along the floor back to where they had been, letting the idea of escape become more and more out of reach. If Noomi wanted to look around the room, she'd have to keep the other girl occupied for a time.

She would come to a stop back near the bed, just about where they started. Lifting both of Morgan's legs up, Noomi thrust a kick firmly between her legs into her crotch. She held her boot there, tugging at Morgan's legs to keep her from fleeing while grinding her heel between her legs. Once she was satisfied, the streamer would casually drop the magician's legs and turn to the bed.

She hopped up onto the bed, crawling up onto it on all fours. It was a soft mattress, one that she was practically sinking into with each placement of a hand or leg. Grabbing hold of a best post she stood herself up, turning to look down towards Morgan. The streamer would jump from the bed, throwing her legs out in front of her and arms held aloft as she plunged her perky posterior down towards landing on the Magicians with a big banzai drop across the other girl's back.

“Hey, now where do you think you’re going, love bug?”

Morgan couldn't believe how poorly this was going for her. At some point she had actually believed that Noomi was some dewy-eyed streamer who couldn't fight her way out of a paper bag. Not some dastardly flirt that used wrestling as a veil to extract her own pleasures and enact humiliation after humiliation on wouldbe opponents, nay, prey....

Morgan loved it.

She was a master at escape artistry before she even hit adulthood. Her body could bend in half and she wouldn't feel a thing. There was nothing that could prevent her from escaping danger so much so that the thrill and excitement of the act was... BORING! But here?

Morgan felt her ankle seized and pulled. Her clawing hands scrapped and clawed at the carpet to no success as the blonde was pulled along. Pulled to a fate or position she couldn't anticipate and the not knowing it all excited her. Sure, she was getting pummeled but that was all part of it. Morgan would never admit it openly, preferring to keep her wild allure towards this all a secret but under the right circumstances she might just have to admit it.

As things were getting further along, her mind was a little more unfocused on reality and a little more on fantasy. It was becoming difficult for Morgan to react, let alone defend herself properly. Her other leg was seized but the blonde only came to realize why when Noomi's heel stomped into her crotch!

"Ooough!"

Morgan groaned, her whole body flinching as all her muscles tensed from the sensitive shot. The further humiliation and pain of that heel grinding into her made the blonde tensely squirm as she withered further under the assault. She continued to claw and rake her fingers across the carpet in rather weak attempts at escape until she was released. Believing the attack to be over she laid there, trying to recover. It was a mistake.

Because falling thereafter was Noomi's rump, a cushioned projectile that found its target in Morgan's back! "Aaaaugh!" The blonde uttered, head lifted, her legs swung up and she felt like she was crushed under that banzai drop on her back. She collapsed back to the floor, head falling to the side and eyes closed as her face was wound tight in pain. She was sprawled across the floor, her hair a mess, her mouth slightly open with heavy breaths going in and out. She wasn't knocked out or anything, merely trying to catch up with it all...

It was a meteoric drop from above, crashing down across the poor blond’s back. The impact was a rough one even on her plump backside so she could only imagine the havoc it had done on Morgan’s spine. The streaming star wasn’t going to concern herself with that little detail though. Noomi shoved her hands out to push Morgan’s shoulder to the floor roughly, slipping her fingers between the webwork of her fishnet top. Giving the garment a hard tug, she yanked it from side to side, trying to force it over the blond’s breasts and start to draw it up over her arms to remove it entirely.

“I need you to stay put.” Noomie spread her legs to straddle Morgan’s back and attempted to collect one arm over the other, pulling them roughly behind her back. She would try to interweave the girl’s wrists with the fishnet top, using the natural sleeve holes and knotting of the fabric itself to bind her arms together. Of course, that wouldn’t stop her from rising so…

Noomi would slip off the girl to kneel beside her, attempting to grab hold of her ankles and draw them back behind her, trying to shove one of her feet through the opened neck-hole of the fishnet top to makeshift hogtie the girl. The second leg would come next, and for good measure, she would hastily unwind her laces and stitch them in between her other boot and the fishnet to make a knotwork of binding.

“There…” Once she finished, Noomie would plant a palm on Morgan’s backside, giving one of her cheeks a firm squeeze with a giggle. “Now don’t move, I need to figure out what this unlocks so we can play some more~” With a cheerful chirp, Noomi rose to her feet, purposefully stepping on Morgan’s back as she made her way across the room, eyeing the various numbered engravings on the boxes to search for the match to her key.

Morgan was far too battered to intercede her opponent's efforts to remove her fishnet top. The pulling and shifting, lightly jostled the rather limp magician around until the fishnet came off. She'd find her arms seized and pulled back, one at a time, to be woven in her own top to service as a form of binding. Again, Morgan seemed lifeless as her arms were trapped with no resistance. That wasn't enough, however, and Morgan would feel her opponent's weight shift off of her moments before her legs were grabbed, again one at a time, and brought up to the tangled mesh of her top. The difficulty increased as the lace of her boot was weaved through the mesh material and tied off with her other boot to ensure she was properly hogtied and helpless.

The first time Morgan would show she was, in fact, still with the living would be when Noomi's hand went to greedily squeeze at her butt, the move earning a reaction out of Morgan as she pulled at her binds and uttered a weakened groan. She seemed ensnared completely and seemingly so easily disrespected by Noomi's cruel step onto the blonde's back, earning the streamer another pained groan from the blonde. "Uuungh..."

It seemed whatever state Morgan was left in, it seemed like she had no chance left but there was one major flaw. Escaping from bondage was pretty much as natural as it was to breath for her. Even in a pronounced defeated state, the escape artist aspect started to work. The clear weakness of this was her boots, with one lace undone it was rather easy for someone like her to wiggle enough to slide her foot free of her boot.

One limb was free as her bare toes came down to push and grip and the carpet. Slowly, Morgan rolled over, slipping underneath the curtain of the bed and disappearing from plain view as she slid underneath the bed. The rest of her binds were soon to follow, out of sight and hopefully, out of mind...

“So many boxes, but just one key…” Noomi strolled about the room, cheerfully humming to herself. She idly flipped the key in her palm over several times as she looked for its natural pair. On shelves, tucked behind furnishings, and some out in the open. The room was littered with small lock boxes bearing the simple letter and number placards. In her merry exploration, she had managed to find another two keys as well, one sticking out of a book on display as if it were a bookmark the other wedged between cushions in one of the couches in the room. They had been good finds and one of them she recalled seeing the box for earlier. They both were slipped into a pocket for safe keeping.

There was a little dark voice in the back of her head that wanted to see the contents of all the lockboxes, to pick them up and smash them open against the heavy bed frame or the corner of a dresser. They didn't look especially durable but there was no real telling. She had covered practically the entire room, ending up near Morgan’s wardrobe by the end of it. She placed a hand over the top of the family sigil adorning it, gently tapping it with her fingertips with a knowing grin on her face. Her hand slipped away as she moved on in her search, blissfully unaware her opponent had wiggled and wormed her way out of sight and binding alike.

“Here we go!” The streamer chortled, crouching low to examine a short flat box. She produced the key, glancing around to spot the nearest camera, and struck a pose for it. Holding the key up, grinning cheerfully, and throwing out the V for victory sign with two fingers. Satisfied she slipped the key into the lock and pried the lid open. Her brow skewed for a moment at the contents but the longer she looked at it the more the possibilities entertained her. She reached inside to grip the coiled item, pulling it from the box as she rose.

“Now, where were me my little…buh?” Turning back around with a devilish grin it fell away the moment she saw the woman she was so looking forward to having her way with was gone, replaced with a lone boot lying sideways on the floor. Her eyes narrowed, flicking her wrist to unfurl the whip in her hand with a muted thump against the carpet.

“Are we playing children's games now, hm? Hide and seek?” There was a certain edge to her voice, trying to maintain the air of playfulness she had cultivated but it was spiked with a vindictive annoyance. While the room was large, there were only so many places someone could hide. She did her best to not get close to any furnishing, not wanying to be ambushed as she systematically checked possible places Morgan went.

“When I find you, love bug, I am going to smother you with so~ much adoration…” her soft words were punctuated by the loud crack of a whip as she lashed out at a pair of curtains, jostling them harshly. As she traversed the room, the snap of the whip sounded again and again as she used it as tool to check behind furniture before venturing a look. She continued to slowly stalk the room, it was only a matter of time before she would find her opponent's less than a secret hiding spot. Pausing at where Morgan had been, she eyed the boot for a moment before speaking. “Come out come out wherever you are~”

It was child's play for Morgan to slip free. Her limps were free but she stayed under the bed, lifting the curtain to peer out into the room to see her opponent was far too engrossed in her search. She had time but not the opportunity for anything drastic. Under the bed would be the first place she'd search but would Noomi?

The blonde cursed under her labored breath. She was sore, not quite use to taking striking damage yet but she was never a quitter. Considering Morgan had a little time to come up with something, she decided to play into a classic magician trick. Misdirection. But what would be her distraction and what would be the payoff?

It felt a bit like making up her own magic on the fly, which she loved to do and the fact that it was coming up here made it thrilling. Peering out from her cover, she could see a number of hiding spots but they weren't good and closer to Noomi with a higher chance to be discovered. Her eyes went up, remembering the rafters that housed the cameras, lights, and other electronics that the studio used. A metal-framed scaffolding ran through the room with the supports being a lattice of bars to create a sturdy structure to support the weight of the equipment. Rows ran across the roof incrementally and for a moment, Morgan considered climbing up there.

There was an issue, however. She wouldn't be very camouflaged if she were to climb up there. Her flesh and blonde hair would stick out to even a passing glance. This was assuming she even had the time to scramble up there. But would Noomi not suspect it.

The magician's brow furrowed until something popped into her head. Her other boot could easily make a distraction. She worked swiftly to pull the whole lace off, tying off the end to the boot. Dipping out after seeing Noomi's focus go to her wardrobe, Morgan slipped out from under the bed, slinging her boot up to the rafter that lined above the foot of the bed. Morgan than took her boot string and wrapped it around the bedpost, out of sight to anyone approaching directly to the foot of the bed. With her distraction in place, the blonde slipped back under the bed and vanished before Noomi caught sight.

The sounds of what Noomi had found did not calm Morgan's nerves, hearing the whip crack and snap almost angerly as the streamer called out for her. Morgan waited and watched, however. Her eyes peeled at the little crack under the curtain until she could see the streamer's boots step up to position near the foot of the bed.

Without a chance to really measure out where Noomi was, Morgan released her bootstring, letting her boot fall from the rafter and either get lucky to hit the back of Noomi's head or clatter behind her. Hopefully the boot did its part as Morgan rolled out from the side of the bed, leaping up to her feet and charging with a lunge over the bed to try and dive tackle Noomi to the ground!

Noomi slowly knelt down beside the discarded boot, hooking her finger under the laces to lift it up. She examined it, snickering softly to herself only now remembering just about the only thing she knew about Morgan was that she was a magician or something of that nature. She tossed the boot aside, letting it clatter against one of the unopened boxes. She was about to carry on when she noted something she didn’t think of before. The carpet was especially plush.

While it meant neither girl was likely to bruise rolling around the room as intended, it also meant… Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the floor carefully. There were clear patches of discoloration on the carpet from the way the fibers leaned. It showed impressions of movement, footfalls, and where they had rolled around on the floor. It was a chaos of tracks that were nearly undecipherable, save for one very obvious one.

A large swath of the carpet was flattened, all in a direction leading to the bed. She made no noise, not wanting to give away the clues she had just uncovered. She slowly gathered the slash of the whip up in her hand, having it ready when she needed it most. “Darn it Morgan, where did you go!?”

She took an indirect path towards the bed, stopping off around the room. It would have been convincing if she hadn’t abandoned her earlier method of searching, whip first questions later. She believed she had the blond cornered and didn’t feel the need to expend energy throwing the whip around. Just as she reached the end of the bed and started to lean down, something stuck her in the back of her head.

She spun with a wild start, lashing out with the whip to crack at the enemy air. She blinked, a faint rosey hue on her cheeks as her eyes darted around confusion over what had just happened. A boot, at her feet? She squinted as she eyed it. Didn’t she… Noomi’s eye glanced to the far side of the room, spotting the boot she had thrown less than a minute ago. Her ears perked at something behind her, wheeling around again. Morgan! Noomi threw back an arm, readying her whip, but the blond was already on her, sending the both of them tumbling to the ground with her tackle.

Morgan went in fully and while she didn't pack a lot of weight behind her charge, she did pack enough power from her legs to barrel into her opponent. It was a rather desperate effort on her part and it was uncoordinated as their bodies bashed against each other but the blonde had come out on ahead in the collision. Namely that of landing nearly on top of her opponent which was enough to encourage Morgan to move swiftly to capitalize.

As her waist moved to center on top of Noomi's stomach in a straddle, the blonde's hand reached back and rifled off a severe backhand to Noomi's cheek! The plan was to stun the streamer to help settle this scrum. The first would hopefully help Morgan settle on top, sitting pretty on top of Noomi's stomach. That same hand would be brought around again, this time an open palm to slap against the other cheek! Although that would have the purpose of Morgan leaning forward to try and capture the whip nearby that was either in Noomi's hand or lost in the tackle, it was really more of Morgan's petty payback for the earlier treatment. "Bet you didn't count on that!" Morgan hollered as she grabbed a part of the whip and tried to reel it in to further try and turn the tables.

It didn’t take finesse or brute strength, just a flying body and a pinch of surprise. While Morgan might not have had the most weight behind her diving tackle, it was more than adequate to take the streaming star to the floor in a flutter of silver pigtails. She hit the ground hard, the blond's weight crashing down on top of her with enough force to knock the wind out of her. She kicked her legs, rocking her body as Morgan mounted her waist, riding out her brief struggle until she was on top.

“Ge-” Barely had she begun to speak when a sharp backhand cracked against her cheek, jolting her head to the side with side-eyed surprise and a spattering of saliva. She turned her head back to stare up at Morgan with indignation onto to catch a second slap across the face, though this one had less impact but all the same sting.

“Wait wait wait!” When Morgan reached out past her face, panic gripped her chest nearly as tight as she held to the whip. The blond was grasping at it, trying to take the weapon from her. Noomi clenched her fists, fingers white-knuckling a taut section of the whip as she shoved it up at Morgan, using the taught whip between her hands to act as a solid horizontal bar to hold the other woman at bay. She fought hard, kicking her heels and bucking, trying to roll the two of them over.