Lady Dusk 🌟🎀 (Stufe 14) mail warning

CLEWDO DESCRIPTION
Lady Dusk became a well-known figure around the world thanks to her stellar efforts in bringing the incessant wars in the far west to an end.
The only daughter of a minor count in the Westshire, she shocked the realm by rising through the ranks at lightning speed, eventually becoming the youngest general in the country’s history. Her brilliance on the battlefield earned her the reputation of a tactical prodigy, though her most legendary feat—the capture of the Bastille fortress in mere hours and entirely alone, remains shrouded in mystery. To this day, no record, no report, and no survivors want to explain exactly how she did it.

Since that day, her striking presence has become a fixture at high society galas and diplomatic summits. Her black and red scarf, emblazoned with the crest of House Dusk, is instantly recognizable. Paired with her emerald-green beret, adorned with an array of silver military medals, and her ever-present cane, she cuts a figure that commands both awe and caution. The sharp tap of that cane on marble floors is enough to silence entire rooms.

Her demeanor is poised, her speech elegant, yet there is a coldness in her silver-eyed gaze that reminds all that beneath the silk gloves and polished medals lies a woman forged by war. The silver watch on her wrist, delicate but precise, and the gold-trimmed earrings she wears with subtle pride are said to have been personal gifts from the King of the West himself, tokens of gratitude or perhaps repayment for favors whispered about but never confirmed.

MRS DUSK - Lady Dusk is married to Kira (although she still has a number of other romantic relationships!)

FACTION FIGHTER - Lady Dusk is a member of the Total Wrestling Alliance Team wrestling faction, the Tournament of Nations and EFWC.
Member of The Pink String Arena.

EFWC Night of Dominance opponents still to play:
Bran
Deep
Aby
Harrison
Mark
Roby
Aryan
Case

MADAME DUSK - Lady Dusk has foregone a lavish lifestyle and instead saved up her winnings to buy The Crimson Cavern Club, where she used to work. The Club is a haven of decadence; a pleasure house in which any fantasy can become reality. And Lady Dusk is now the sole owner.

PROUD PARENT - Lady Dusk has 5 children. With Kichi the Slime, she has
A daughter, Brooke
And a son, Marinus

And with Sophia Reign, she has 2 daughters, Katherine Nettleton-Reign (or “Kitty" for short!) and Star.

With Riley, a daughter, Yorshka.

Bio

Ring name: Lady Dusk
Real name: Katrina Nettleton
Age: 23
Height: 5'7"
Hair: back-length, ginger, straight
Breasts: C cup
Entrance music: "Emperor Fangs"
Signature moves: The Duskfall Pin, Insidious Corruption, The Twilight Twist (m), The Twilight Twist (f), Wind-up smash (boxing finisher), Dusk's Destroyer
Signature punishments: Collared Cutie, Dusk's Seat, Another name for the list, Clean the Destroyer
Achilles' heel (weakness): - Now WHY would I tell you that? Oh alright then, I'll give you a clue. It rhymes with "hankies".

Dusk's Destroyer - Lady Dusk's famous strapon

"Des-troy-er! Des-troy-er! Des-troy-er!"

Confirmed victims

(People who have either cum on the end of it, or have been punished with it):
Wrestler Sam
Belle
Stephanie
Lady Dusk
Reki
Gia
Boss Jack
Dusky Lad
Iona
Psyko
KL 1996
Brooke the Slimy Fighter
Yoimi
Tehmeena Afzal
Gentle Sir
Sir Connor
Lila Rios
Mister Valentine
Wazy
Cyrus
Jasmine
Alyss Jameson
Rahla
Andromeda Stirling
Ranni
Bisky
Rathia
Alu
Hannah
Kira Ranmaru
Katha the German Queen
John M
Doutrinador
Shani Robbins
Sophia
Alice Rose
Amanda (or was the Destroyer a victim of her?)
The Sex Fighter Jay
Tanya The Korean Queen
Kaitlyn
Jenny the Scarecrow
Casey Reyes
Eily
Harrison
Maris
Mario
naDine
Zack Milton
Mark
Fred Stark
Riley
Neralla
Sujin
Cody Ashton
Tanishq
Raphaela
Ash Vale
Nikki
Vanessa Velvet
Jada Terrell
Kriss
thewomaninthebox
The Golden Pink Killer
"Luscious" Brittany Night
Aria
Cuty (the slutty maid)

Ever since she first came across the sport, Katrina has been absolutely enthralled with the excitement and heightened emotions of gaining and losing dominance. She knew from the first moment that she wanted to be a part of this exciting and dangerous world and worked hard to achieve her dream. But this has nothing to do with becoming a champion, or being famous or anything like that. She does this for the sheer thrill of the power over someone, the risk of humiliation, the battle for dominance.

Katrina may love nothing more than squeezing someone between her thighs or watching them lose their mind from pleasure as she forces or denies an orgasm, but that dominating trait does not extend that far into her personality. She is actually a very warm and genuine girl who can easily become flustered by attention and treats those around her with kindness and respect. She does expect this to be reciprocated, however, and has a very patient breed of sadism reserved for those for whom she holds a grudge.

Katrina has a modest lifestyle with little money and a cramped single-room apartment she calls home. She is clumsy, messy and probably the worst cook you will ever come across. But this doesn't bother her: life is about enjoying herself, not worrying and wasting time on pointless domestic chores.

She may love domineering sex, but romantically Katrina has a real soft spot for people who are kind, cute and compassionate. She is a softy at heart and loves to give pleasure to those she loves even more than to receive it.

Dusk's flat

*We push open Dusk's door and step into her apartment. It is a single room flat with all the different areas in one room with no partitioning walls. Standing in the doorway, the kitchenette is to the left: a tiny area partitioned off by a grey worktop counter. Behind that is a dining area with a glass-topped table and four curve-backed white wooden chairs with steel legs. A window offers views over the street.

*On the other side if the room is a living area with a TV unit and glass coffee table. The entire wall is filled with two book cases, on which are books, CDs, films and ornaments. A small, well-used kitty bed sits on the floor in front of it and, bizarrely enough, a knackered old cardboard box covered in childlike drawings has pride of place on top of the bookcase.

*A beat-up sofa separates the living area from the bedroom zone. A double bed is crammed into it, with a tall chest of drawers rammed into the space behind that. The only other connecting door is to the left of the front door, separating a tiny bathroom with a shower, toilet and sink rammed in: functional at best.

The detailed stuff

HOW I INTERACT: Everything I do with Dusk, I do through role-play. Everything I do is in character: when you talk to or fight, it is HER you are doing it with, not me. This means that some of her feelings and thoughts will differ to my own. Any out-of-character talk will be in square brackets.

SOCIAL BOUNDARIES: I want to keep real life out of my time here. I only want to play RP modes; nothing with any IRL element. This means no IRL bets/actions and no FWC, interactive or hentai JOI mode.

THE NARRATIVE: Any PvP interactions (games, DMs) potentially feed into the ongoing story of Dusk, which I write up here on my profile. The play history of Dusk is her backstory, so there may be times when I draw links to events that have happened previously or with other people on EF.

PLAYING GAMES WITH ME: If you want to schedule a match with me, my available times are usually Tuesday and Thursday evenings, 8 pm GMT and Saturday and Sunday mornings 8 am GMT.

DOMINANCE: Lady Dusk likes to think of herself as a dom but the truth is that she can be melted if handled correctly. She is a sensual lover who delights at pleasure control. She is not a hard dom or hard sub so don't expect her to behave like it without building up to it.

Kinks:
👍femdom, pegging, bondage, forced orgasms, cum control, denial, ruined orgasms, chastity, tickling, spanking, milking/multiple orgasms, worship, feet, facesitting, dehumanisation, feminisation, oral sex, threesomes, romantic, sensual, cuckolding

👎fisting, hardcore BDSM, extreme CBT, cum eating, blood/scat/piss, man-on-woman anal, agressive maledom

Arena Record:
TWR: 70-37
LWR: 56-29-2
TBR: 8-10
Official league matches only. Competitive matches that were RPd as training or informal are not counted.

Title Match Record:
TWR: 15-9
LWR: 23-6-2
T.W.A.T Ladies' title: 2 wins
EFWC Hardcore championship: 3 wins
GOTH: 0-2

Tournament Record:
LWR Tournament 2024: 3rd round.
TWR Tournament 2024: Runner-up.
T.W.A.T: 4-time queen.
T.W.A.T: 1-time ladies' champion.
Office Sluts Tournament: Runner-up.
LWR Tournament 2025: 1st round.
TWR Tournament 2025: 2nd round.

History:

This is Dusk's most recent history. You can read about her older adventures in her diary.

Aby (TWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, EWFC Night of Dominance match, win) - Following her exit from the TWR tournament, Dusk was keen to prove her worth in the EFWC's Night of Dominance event. Her next opponent was one she had history with: Aby had defeated her and turned her heel in the Legions of the Twilight T.W.A.T event. This time however, despite a valiant comeback from Aby, it was Dusk in control as she forced a verbal surrender from him and used him like a chair.

Nikki (TBR, arena match, win) - Dusk's boxing record was mediocre compared to her wrestling performance and she looked to get revenge on Nikki, who had used her mercy against her to steal a win last time they had met. This time, Dusk was sure not t make the same mistake as she defeated the older woman and kept up the domination throughout the prize round to mete out the same level of humiliation that she herself had suffered last time.

Yoimi (TBR, loss) - Dusk and Yoimi hadn't hung out for ages, so Dusk invited her round to play video games: the spectacularly badly translated "Mighty Fisting." Yoimi's inexperience counted for nought as she beat Dusk at her own game... ith a side-order of sexy bet as Dusk gleefully let her take the lead in bed afterwards.

Dani Robbins (hentai, RP mode) – After a long period of flirting with each other, Dusk and Dani finally got round to hanging out and went for a picnic. Dusk had secret designs to play with the cutie's gock for some lewd domineering fun. But it was she who ended up on the receiving end as Dani delighted in exploiting Dusky's weakness for futas, making her cum hopelessly on it before collaring her and turning her affectionately into "Lady Duck" for a while.

Cocky Guy (TBR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, loss) - Following her collaring by Dani, "Ducky" endured a difficult few days full of quacking and duck jokes from everyone she met. This nly gave "Cocky Guy" even more reason to live up to his name as he enjoyed some healthy referee bias to defeat Dusk and gloat over her as he ate her out to a helpless orgasm before taking the ref backstage for more fun of his own.

Happy Toni Carter (LWR, RP mode) - Still enduring the "Lady Duck" fiasco, Dusk met up with new friend Toni, who seemed to suggest that Dusk's true happiness was when she was being subby. Indigant Dusk vehemently denied it and was determined to prove that she was a natural domme in their sparring match. But Toni's point had been misinterpreted. This wasn't about winning, losing, dominance or submission. This was about joy. And as she brought lots of it to Dusk with a double-ended dildo, she taught her not to worry about outcomes but simply to focus on having a great time, win or lose.

Vanessa Velvet (LWR, arena match, T.W.A.T LADIES' TITLE MATCH, win) - Dusk had been desperate to rematch with the Indian Princess of the Ring for months, a sentiment shared by Vanessa also. Amused by the whole "Lady Duck" thing, Vanessa proposed a bet. Never mind the Ladies' Title: Dusk would either lose and have her "Ducky" sentence doubled, or Vanessa would and share Dusk's animalistic fate. Dusk looked as though she would be enduring quack jokes for a long time to come, but a scissoring reversed her fate as her dominant lust overpowered Vanessa, who was forced to become a beaver following her loss to the insurmountable power of Dusk in heat.

Psyko (TWR, Empress Club, T.W.A.T match, win) - Psyko had removed Dusk's collar for their TWR tournament match. Understandably, he had not wanted anything to cloud such and important match. Dusk ambled happily into this fixture, wrongly assuming that he would be delighted to have it back and that the "match" was simply a crowd-pleasing preamble to her getting her collared cutie back. How wrong she was. The Blue Banner instead looked to topple and humiliate a key "pinkie" and score a major victory for the blues. By the time Dusk realised what was going on, it was too late: she was being forced to cum all over the mat. She got serious then, and was no longer the happy, cuddly pinkie but a pissed off bitch with a short temper and a limitless supply of vengeance. She crushed him (and his pride) into submission before wrapping her boyfriend back into her collar where he belonged, and anally fucked him publiclay just so that he, and everyone else, would remember who was in charge.

Jada Terrell (LWR, win) – Dusk's new agent, Ashley Graham, arranged a very lucrative offer for Dusk: a private bedroom wrestle with the exquisite Jada Terrell in the luxury suite of an exclusive hotel... all for the private viewing pleasure of a client who was willing to pay half a million dollars for the privilege. The money was truly panty-wetting, but not more so than the chance to tangle with Jada. The pair smouldered, utterly hot for one another as they put on the show of a lifetime. A show that went on all night and resulted in many, many orgasms from the pair of them.

Kylie (LWR, arena match, loss) - Dusk encountered her student and protegee, Kylie, after a long period without seeing her. Both were keen to prove how they had evolved since their last meeting. But the idea of being defeated and dominated by her own student got Dusk just that little bit too subby and she ended up breaking for her mid-match, eventually begging to be fingered to a squirt inside her own shorts. Slithering to the floor, Dusk embraced her own disgrace and bent over for a thorough fucking on the end of her own Destroyer.

Maris (LWR, arena match, T.W.A.T LADIES' TITLE MATCH, loss) - Dusk had enjoyed a wonderful period of dominance over Maris following her victory in their last meeting. But she didn't know that Maris had secretly fallen in love with her and was utterly determined to collar her cute "kitten" again. So when they fought, Dusk assumed that Maris would collapse for more of the soft domination that had delighted her during her time under her power. But Maris was behaving differently this time. And when Dusk realised her feelings, the shock caused her to freeze at just the worng time. Maris capitalised and subjugated Dusk with a colossal orgasm that gave her the win, her title and a new pet "kitten" to collar and smother with love and affection. But really... there was a strong part of Dusk that was delighted.

Roby (TWR, arena match, T.W.A.T THRONE MATCH, win) - Dusk had spent too long out of the T.W.A.T throne and looked to take it from the mighty King Roby. However, Roby was too strong, smart and dominant and, no matter what she tried, she came off worse in every single department. Exhausted, she was forced to cum and it seemed as though Roby would hold his throne with a flawless win. But Dusk dug deep, pulled off a miracle resist and floored the king with a tremendous counter-orgasm that triggered one of the most improbable comebacks ever seen in a throne challenge.

Carmen Rosario (classic, win) – Following the success of the hotel suite engagement with Jada, Ashley Graham set up another encounter for Dusk, this time against up-and-coming sex star Carmen Rosario. But what started off as a sexy romp for bedroom dominance ended badly, with Dusk forgetting that this was a lusty girl and not a hardened veteran of the ring. Gaining dominance, she forgot her own strength and exhausted the poor girl way beyond the point of submission.

Kris (TWR, arena match, win) - Dusk's victory over Roby for the throne had been a fluke. She had been so dominated that it had flagged up serious weaknesses in her game. She looked to put what she had learned into practice and took to the mixed ring again. The new queen of T.W.A.T with a point to prove: by the time he realised this wasn't a subby girl looking to cum, it was too late. He was crushed flawlessly, collared and fucked as she successfully showed just how strong her new technique was.

thewomaninthebox (LWR, arena match, win) - Dusk and Helen had, of course, heard of each other but this was the first time these two veterans came together in the ring. Dusk was still looking to forge her new incarnation as queen of the ring and so went aggressive, never letting up until Helen became thewomaninthecorner, drained, ragged and utterly, utterly spent. Following her dominant victory, Dusk made sure to add her esteemed name to the list of Destroyer victims.

Golden Pink Killer (LWR, Empress Club, PSA match, LWR TITLE MATCH, ) - Dusk finally got another chance to compete for the Pink String Arena... with the added bonus that this clash came with the LWR title as well! But who on earth was this mysterious girl who held the title? Despite her seeming oddly familiar, Dusk couldn't tell... until the Destroyer went up her arse that is! Then, based on the distinctive noises "she" made, there was no mistaking who had put on a wig to compete with the pinkie. It was all over then: nobody knew this colon quite like Dusk. And she made sure to fuck that ass long and hard until the mat was covered with cum and she had taken her g-string (and the LWR title) for herself.

Anne (LWR, arena match, TITLE MATCH, win) - Now with the title again, Dusk looked to the arena for a very intensive run of defenses, looking to take on all challengers without fear or reservation. She entered the ring for the first time against Anne, steeling herself mentally for a brutal kill-or-be-killed fusillade of title shots from women who would do anything to take her belt from her.

What she ACTUALLY got was a soft, shy, cute young girl who appeared to be utterly besotted and in awe of the champion redhead, professing her adoration for Dusk and her lack of interest in the title belt. Dusk smiled but was cautious, looking to seduce the young blonde as she ground against her with her body and ass. Within minutes, Anne was professing her love and the pair were completely naked. Dusk was skeptical. Love? Already? Seriously? Surely this was manipulation: an attempt to seduce her into dropping her guard and falling under the thumb of a soft domme. Still, it paid to play along and Dusk went down on Anne passionately in a display of confidence as the youngster purred and gushed.

But as Dusk continued to eat her pussy, Anne's demeanour subtly evolved. She went from starry-eyed adorer to gentle domme, asking Dusk what she was and calling herself “mommy". Dusk's instincts were starting to flag alarms but she was under some sort of spell, sliding into subspace without even realising it. The pair traded turns on strapons and fingered each other into senseless bliss, washed away on a wave of loving rapture. But when Anne's dominance grew more forceful, Dusk snapped awake, suddenly realising what a dangerous position she had allowed herself to be pushed into. She shouted for Anne to stop... but she didn't. She kept on fingering Dusk into a howling orgasm as she cursed herself for being so stupid.

But when she expressed her bitterness, Anne teared up in a thoroughly convincing act of someone who only wanted Dusk to enjoy herself out of love. Dusk wasn't buying it and punished her for her lies with the Destroyer. And yet, as Anne protested her innocence profusely, Dusk softened and was even persuaded to swap positions and allow “mommy” to fuck her instead! The crowd were incredulous. What was she THINKING?! This was blatant psychological manipulation and the only one who couldn't see it was Dusk herself. Her libido and weakness for cute soft dommes wasn't just clouding her judgment, it was obscuring it entirely.

But yet again, Dusk saw the danger when Anne became commanding, telling her to rub her own pussy whilst getting doggy boned. Realising that she had been manipulated YET AGAIN, Dusk hit back viciously, locking a screaming Anne in a head scissor hold as she pleaded for mercy and protested her innocence. Dusk wasn't having any of it, believing it all to be lies and manipulation so that she could force a second orgasm from her. In fact, it was only when she passed out and went limp that Dusk realised that she had utterly crushed the poor girl and that maybe she should release the hold.

Reviving Anne, Dusk churned with guilt. Especially when Anne threw the belt out of the ring and said that she could keep it; she only wanted to be with her. Dusk was crestfallen. Was this act... not an act at all? Had the title itself been clouding her judgement? Here was an adorable young cutie who had successfully pushed her into her subbiest, happiest place within minutes of meeting her. That was when it hit! There was feeling here. Real, true feeling. And Dusk had almost killed her! What ensued was, to the crowd, a totally bizarre five minute heart-to-heart between the two naked girls in the ring as they made up and made out, wondering what the hell was going on.

The referee looked impatient, still seeing this as a contest of psychological coercion and therefore happy to let it continue. When Dusk took up a vibrator to resume the match, it was to the cheers of the crowd as she pressed it into Anne's crotch and brought a passionate orgasm from her. The mood shifted and Dusk gratefully took the control that Anne was giving her. To the audience, it looked for all the world as though Anne's orgasm had broken her as Dusk soothed and seduced, lifted and licked her. And when she locked her in a Duskfall Pin to finish the job, nobody would have suspected that Dusk had promised to do it for show and not lock it in tight. Anne didn't even resist. She just let Dusk take her away on a wave of bliss, cumming again as she fingered her exposed pussy to detonation. But Dusk knew. She knew that if Anne had wanted to, she could have broken her and pushed her into the deepest depths of subspace. And, as she carried her away to soothe and stroke her for what she had done, she was sure that that was exactly where she would end up.

"Luscious" Brittany Night (LWR, arena match, TITLE MATCH, T.W.A.T THRONE MATCH,win) - Lady Dusk returned to the ring in a thriller of a title match against fellow T.W.A.T member Brittainy Night. She also just so happened to be an elite member, meaning that this match was not only for Dusk's title but also for her throne as well! With everything to lose, Dusk steeled herself for a tough fight, ready to defend her champion's name at all cost. Brittany smiled sweetly but it was clear that she was just as determined to take it all.

After some posturing and a test of strength, it was Brittany that scored the first psychological points, enraging Dusk as she removed her panties for her and stuffed them in her mouth. Red-faced with outrage, Dusk tried to retaliate but was further humiliated as she was forced onto Brittany's strapon within the opening minutes of the match! It was a truly disatrous start! And it looked for all the world as if it was only getting worse as Brittany rewached the ropes to evade Dusk's Boston crab... only to realise that she still had the cord for her outfit in one hand and tugged it to strip her in one movement. Now it was the challenger's turn to blush as she was laid bare and placed back under the champion's control.

Now the psychological score was even, Dusk fought back, gaining ground despite Brittany's attempts to hold her off. A frantic, tense sexual scramble ensued in which they both turned up the heat and zeroed in on scoring the initial orgasm. And when Dusk unleashed her Duskfall Pin, it seemed as though the forerunner was certain. But Brittany escaped and proved a stubborn customer as she gritted her teeth and refused to break for a fucking from the Destroyer. But Dusk was impatient and, determined to break her in one move, took her shot... and missed. She felt sure that a good, stiff fingering would do it as she purred seduction in Brittany's ear. But the challenger held on, resisted and defied the command to cum, swinging momentum back in her favour.

With the control, Brittany looked to upset the champ with her own toys, plucking the Destroyer from her and using it to fuck her into submission, mocking her as she did so. Dusk was no stranger to riding on her own silicone cock, but when it was clear that she was not going to get away from it this time, she played her master stroke. Gripping Brittany, she pulled her deeper inside her, apparently suicidally enticing her to give it to her properly and make her cum. Smirking, Brittany took the open goal, believing that Dusk had been broken into begging for her own defeat.

But after climaxing, it was soon apparent her intent. As Brittany stood, Dusk's hand shot out to catch her, pulling off the Destroyer and thrusting it inside her like a dildo. Brittany was immediately pegged back, dropping to her knees and releasing a blast as Dusk took her the rest of the short way into explosive orgasm. Instantly, the momentum had swung full circle and control was now Dusk's. Plus, because she had just cum, she had cleared her mind and numbed her pussy, looking strong and fit whilst Brittany gasped and rasped on the mat in disarray. It would take a miracle for Brittany to build her up to the decisive orgasm that she required. But all Dusk needed to do was lock in another Duskfall Pin and it would all be over. Crushed in Dusk's thighs, Brittany tapped out on her ass with both hands, surrendering the match and her title dreams. Dusk was smiles and sunshine as she helped this very worthy contender to her feet, her only penance for losing being to clean their combined taste off the Destroyer, ready for the next victim.

Kaitlyn (LWR, arena match, TITLE MATCH, win) - Dusk was back in the arena and threw down an open challenge, looking for worthy contenders to come and try their luck taking her LWR belt. The lights cut and one such challenger appeared. Dusk dropped herself into her stance, waiting to see which mighty goddess she would have to do epic battle with. But when the dry ice cleared, she couldn't believe her eyes! It was a the small, adorable, shy kitten Kaitlyn! Yes, the very same demure, innocent kitty that she had taken into her home and rescued from the streets! They hadn't seen each other for months but now she had wandered in on the promise of being able to get something shiny, without really stopping to question what. But once she saw Dusk, standing there with her belt, she also caught sight of the shiny thing itself, expecting to just be able to help herself to it.

Now, Dusk loved Kaitlyn, her shy, adorable flatmate. But there was NO WAY IN HELL that she was going to hand over her title to her, or even allow the slightest chance that Kaitlyn would take it by accident. So there was zero room for mercy or favours here. What ensued should probably be censored because of its capacity to upset people sensitive to the feelings of small helpless animals. But suffice to say that it was an utterly one-sided mauling of the shy kitty cat, who was bent, tortured, broken, stripped and fucked into a confused, dazzled mess in front of a braying crowd who were well-and-truly getting their pound of flesh this day.

Purring smugly into her ear as she wailed in dismay at her fate, Dusk promised her two orgasms: one in the pussy and one in the ass. But once the Destroyer was around her waist, she wasn't too choosy about which hole she targeted first. Upside down and bent double, Kaitlyn was pounded in both alternately. And when she tried to scramble out of the ring to safety, she was dragged squealing across the floor back into the middle by her ankle each and every time. Dusk was a lioness toying with her food as she dismantled the poor girl, fucking her in every angle she could find before she flicked the switch, made the Destroyer buzz to life, and finished her into her first wailing vaginal orgasm.

It was clear Dusk was cruising to a triumphant defense of her title but the crowd wanted more, so the referee declared that it would be a best-of-3 contest. Dusk, still fully clothed, confidently retrieved the LWR "shiny" and wrapped it around her waist to taunt the poor girl as she carried on hammering her with the strapon. Despite Kaitlyn wailing, Dusk took her time to edge her with her tongue to the point of surrender before fulfilling her own prophecy and hammering the vibrating Destroyer back into her ass. Kaitlyn was put out of her misery and sent into a squealing, twitching climax before flopping bonelessly onto the mat at Dusk's feet. Only then, with her belt safe, did Dusk open her heart and extend her mercy to the hapless, naive lanb who had wandered so blindly into the lion's den. She lifted her up and carried her away, telling her that she would get her some milk and look after her.

Apple (LWR, arena match, LWR TITLE MATCH, win) - Dusk ran into big girl, Apple, and got absolutely squashed! She was utterly bullied and turned into a sweat towel by the much larger woman. Panicking and gasping for mercy, Dusk watched as her title run collapsed in front of her eyes. However, she dug deep and when she got her one chance to strike, she took it with deadly accuracy, making Apple cum with her fingers. The luckless rookie simply couldn't break Dusk's champion spirit and give her that final push into orgasm and so, when Dusk force the issue herself, she succeeded in defending her belt with a truly improbable flawless victory!

Brooke the Slimy Fighter (LWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, LWR TITLE MATCH, win) - There was no denying that Brooke had grown into being one of the league's most prolific wrestlers and a worthy contender for the championship belt. Dusk's last fight with her had been ages since so she was very keen to see what she was capable of when they clashed again for the belt. She loved her but could not hold anything back. Brooke grinned and told her she expected no less.

True to their word, the pair went all-out in this competitive title clash, Brooke using her full spectrum of gel abilities as she morphed and flexed to avoid or escape Dusk's holds, cloned herself, dissolved clothing and tried to use her aphrodisiac gel to destabilise her. But Dusk was laser focussed and hit back relentlessly, meeting every trick with the full force of her skill and strength. More than once, Brooke was moved to comment in awe as to how good she was, and that it was clear why she was champion. And, in one of these moments, Dusk saw her chance and struck, finishing off the challenger in one single decisive move that floored her entirely for the win.

Victorious, Dusk hugged Brooke and told her how proud she was of her, before taking her out and buying her a consolation dinner to help her recover her strength.

Gia (LWR, arena match, T.W.A.T THRONE CHALLENGE, LWR TITLE MATCH, win) - Lady Dusk faced her most high profile title defense to date as two of the biggest names in female wrestling clashed in this double title defense. They had only ever met once in the ring, long ago when both were new to the scene. At the time, following a catty and tempestuous build up, Dusk had proved her strength and claimed Gia as her first ever pet, later unleashed on her rivals. That was now ancient history and Dusk had yet again to prove her strength as Gis looked to take everything from her.

This proved to be a challenging duel. Gia came ready to brawl and outmatched Dusk in almost every department: strength, aggression, lust, sluttiness... She looked for all the world as though she had the redhead under control as she overpowered her and wore her down. But Dusk was wily and played from behind perfectly, countering the seemingly endless barrage of physical and sexual attacks with rubs and licks to Gia's pussy and ass. But if she thought she could distract the challenger with a surprise tongue up the arse, she was mistaken: Gia was famed as the sluttiest, dirtiest girl in the business and simply laughed and goaded her into giving more.

Naked and pumped up on lust, this became a licking and fingering endurance battle... a battle that ended in a dead draw as they both ran out of road and climaxed simultaneously for each other's fingers. Gasping and panting, they got up for more. After being subjected to such bullying punishment, Dusk looked the more worse for wear, although it seemed she had retained more composure. She hit back, getting the Destroyer on to deal damage to Gia's lust and turn the tide of battle her way. Still it looked as though it wouldn't be enough so she unleashed a brutal choke scissor hold of her own that slashed at her energy reserves before she slammed the strapon in her from behind and proved herself queen of the ring as she overcame the challenger and had her cumming face down on the mat.

Gia had come for the championship and the throne but fallen short. But Dusk did have a title she could bequeath her and so knighted her on her knees with the Destroyer, proclaiming her to be the royal toy cleaner, before forcing her to suck her own cum off the dildo. Once clean, she slammed it carelessly in her ass and gave her a rough anal fucking until she came again, before once again pushing it into her mouth so that she could perform her royal duty.

Sophia (LWR, arena match, LWR TITLE MATCH, win) - When Lady Dusk stepped into the ring to face her newest challenger, she was stunned to discover that that someone was none other than her girlfriend Sophia, the girl who had put a weakness to futa girls deep inside her. Amongst other things, of course: her beautiful gock had also gone deep inside her on a number of occasions and filled her with two daughters; Kitty and Star. She was weak to Sophia but was somehow expected to put on a performance and defend her belt again a girl who only ever seemed to make her want to bend over and take a pounding. This would be tough.

To make things even tougher, this was a bikini match, ensuring that Sophia's tiny bikini bottoms were pulled tight over a bulging girly erection that was cocked, loaded and ready to go with fertile virility. The action started and it was clear that Sophia only had her mi d set on one thing... and it wasn't the championship title! At every single opportunity she was weakening her girlfriend and pushing her deeper into subbiness with every brush of her bikini bottoms and kiss of her pussy. Dusk knew it too and fought her off as best she could, desperate to cli g to her title as she squirmed in her grasp and battled with her own desire to be a good girl, kiss her girlfriend's feet and spread her cheeks in a doggy position.

Despite every appearance, technically it was Dusk who was winning the fight. Not that you could tell, as Dusk frantically and furiously fled around the ring from Sophia's throbbing erection. She knew that her only chance of survival lay in neutralising that mighty weapon and draining it to render it incapacitated before it could get inside her, and so she sucked and licked it, even as a purring Sophia ate her pussy in a prone 69 position.

As she gripped and squeezed in dwindling resistance, Dusk did succeed in forcing Sophia to tap out, earning herself a penalty minute and a clear lead in the match: a chance to really change the narrative and set the tone. But as her fingers reached for the Destroyer, she hesitated. Anally fucking Sophia WOULD be a sound tactical move. But was it what she really wanted. Looking at that long, stiff, fertile cock, the answer was clear. No. No, it really wasn't. So she mounted it and rode it, moaning at feeling it deep inside her, where it belonged.

She did manage to stop herself and finished Sophia off into her mouth... but it was too late. The seed of desire was planted. And the taste of warm, creamy, girly semen only flooded her brain and, seeing Sophia's cock twitching and still stiff and hungry, overwhelmed what little remained of her resistance. Laying on her back, she squeezed her muscles, ejected the protective slime and invited Sophia to fill her up to the brim. Smirking, Sophia gladly obliged, purring with triumph as she got what she wanted, just as she knew she would. She pumped victoriously into Dusk, not bothering to hold back the thunderous ejaculation as she flooded Dusk's exposed womb and bred her for a third time. The ref rang the bell and announced Dusk the winner by flawless victory... but it was apparent to everyone that, with Dusk groaning and filled with cream pie, that the real winner today was Sophia.

Aria (LWR, arena match, TITLE MATCH, win) - Aria had been aching to fight against Dusk for a long while and finally got her chance... on the biggest stage of all: an LWR title shot! Dusk was riding a long run of good form and was hoping to keep it going for as long as she could. So there was no mercy to be offered to Aria this time.

Aria did her very best but it was clear that Dusk was being clinical and aggressive as she ruthlessly exhausted and ground down the challenger. Pretty soon, Aria was under control, despite her attempts to finger and tease Dusk into distraction. Aria was stripped naked and pinned to the mat whilst a fully-clothed Dusk enjoyed a period of long domination that ended with her licking Aria all the way to orgasm to take the first score. Getting complacent with her success, she pulled Aria into her pussy and enjoyed making her eat her, mistaking dominance for victory. Aria enjoyed a reversal of fortune and fought back, equalising as she was able to get her strapon inside Dusk and doggy spank her into her own climax.

Dusk woke up to the danger then and vowed to finish the job before celebrating early. She regained her momentum and piled the pressure on, fingering Aria so much that she actually asked to be fucked with the Destroyer. But Dusk didn't. She didn't want to break off and kept her under control with her fingers. Desperately, Aria tried to end it with a vibrator but Dusk clenched her teeth and held on. With her last-ditch attempt failed, Aria was easy pickings for Dusk who held her down aggressively and put victory beyond doubt as she finished her off with her fingers. Only when she was counted out did Dusk finally give her what she had begged for. Equipping the Destroyer, she bent Aria over and treated her to a deep, sensual doggy fuck on all fours, rewarding her with a passionate orgasm before she kissed her goodnight as Aria drifted away in a blissful sleep.

Alexxxa (LWR, arena match, LWR TITLE MATCH, win) - Alexxxa was let off the leash by her mistress, Sergina, and told to go and claim a title to bring back for her. Alexxxa nodded eagerly and said she wouldn't disappoint, scurrying away to find the nearest champion to target. Sergina nodded and chuckled at her retreating back, knowing that the "homework" was an impossible task set for her own ammusement, feeling that her subby pet was incapable of even winning a match by herself and that the resuts when she was pitted against a hardened champion would be delightful to see.

Dusk was oblivious to any of this and was faced with a set-faced, collared girl vowing that she would bring her down and take her title. No mercy was afforded. In truth, Alexxxa did start strongly, matching Dusk's early aggression and managing to get her into some compromising early situations. Then Dusk turned on the soft domination and the wheels fell well and truly off the subby bus. A little hum in the ear here, and little crooning there, and Alexxxa fell deep and hard into subspace, surrendering the match on Dusk's promises of dominant edging followed by a blissfully nuclear orgasm of defeat. Tongues, fingers and plenty of Destroyer... all inserted into whichever hole Dusk fancied most. By the end Alexxxa was just a puddle of her former self, begging to lose, begging to be punished... just begging to cum, really.

Dusk granted her that wish, folding her over so that her pussy was inches from her face and licking her to a pulsating, squirting orgasm so that she sprayed her own face. Then, soaked and flushed and breathless and mindless, Alexxxa was tethered to a leash and forced to crawl back to her mistress in disgrace, where Dusk dumped her at Sergina's feet and shared a rich chuckle and knowing smile domme-to-domme.

Sophia (LWR, arena match, LWR TITLE MATCH, win) - Sophia was back for more: both another title shot and another chance to fill up her beautiful girlfriend with more fertility. Only this time, there was a big difference. And that difference was IMMEDIATELY obvious when they entered the ring naked for the nude match and Dusk could quite clearly see that a big, beautiful, dominant part of Sophia's lower anatomy was missing. Dusk breathed a sigh of relief. Her gock was Kryptonite to her. At least she stood a chance when Sophia had a pussy. No, even better than that: this was her turn to wear the strapon and be the one in charge for a change!

Motivated by wanting to prove to Sophia that she could be the strong one, the two did battle. It was a tough, back-and-forth affair, with both girls falt out dominating each other's pussy. And of course strapons were the order of the day, as both took turns filling the other and trying to break each other. Soon though, they forgot about competing and were simply trying to take the lead in lovemaking. Dusk had Sophia pinned down and purring for a pussy licking: an easy target. But somehow, she failed to cum for Dusk's world-beating technique! When it failed, Dusk went back to the Destroyer, finally breaking her girlfriend's resolve with it. But, convinced she had won, she was pegged straight back as a smirking Sophia rose straight back up and returned the favour, leaving Dusk with her head spinning in orgasmic confusion.

As the pair squirmed in the match's closing moments, an edged Dusk squeezed her core muscles so hard that she ejected the protective slime quite by accident. Sophia's eyes flashed with mischief, seeing that Dusk's womb was unprotected once again. But in the heat of the moment, Dusk rallied, out-licking her girlfriend to send her into climax and seal the win! But Sophia's persistently erosive demands to submit had taken their toll and by now Dusk was rampantly horny for a good, hard fuck. So a delighted Sophia lifted her over her shoulder and took her back to her house where she regrew her gock and spent an extremely pleasant afternoon mating-pressing Dusk into total submission, helplessly cumming over and over for her thick gock and dumping pools of girlcum at will into her womb to ensure that nothing less than twins would be coming out later.

Yasmina (LWR, arena match, LWR TITLE MATCH, win) - Yasmina was hot on Dusk's trail, hunting her down for a shot at the LWR title. Dusk steeled herself for a tough fight, knowing that the young firecracker would be no pushover as they postured ready for the fight. Sure enough, Yasmina exploded out of the blocks, aggressive from the get-go. Dusk wasted no time in slowing her down by stripping her naked and targeting her sexually. But this was a tense, physical battle with no real clear front-runner.

Once the clothes came off, it devolved into a sexual catfight with both girls squirming for purchase over the other. It was Dusk that struck first, her pussy eating proving too much for Yasmina to withstand. But she had some tricks of her own (stolen from Dusk) and she humiliated the champ by securing her in her own signature Duskfall Pin and forcing her to cum to even the scores! Yasmina tried to follow up with some pussy eating of her own, thinking she had Dusk dead to rights, only for the champ to dig deep and hold on! It looked surely a foregone conclusion then as Dusk rallied and dominated the challenger, finding a dildo and slamming it home to break her once and for all.

...or so she thought! no! Yasmina pulled off a miracle resist and then followed up by licking and fingering Dusk into a second orgasm! Dusk struggled to her feet, vowing to no one was going to make a fool out of her with her own move and win to tell the tale. So she twisted Yasmina into a punishing, trapped hold and fingered her to the very brink of an edge. Then she folded her, repositioning her for the coup de grace as she licked her pussy helplessly into defeat. Yasmina passed out after cumming so hard, leaving Dusk to revel after yet another hard-fought win.

Alyss Jameson (LWR, arena match, LWR TITLE MATCH, win) - The last time Dusk and Alyss had crossed in the ring, it had been when Dusk was spiraling in rage after being turned heel and booed during the Legions of the Twilight event. Now they clashed again, with the LWR title dangling as the prize. ot that they needed one. This was about joy and fun and two sexy girls having a great time with each other.

As expected, the pair smouldered from the word go, melting into each other as they seduced each other slowly out of their clothes and teased each other's bodies up to full temperature. Out of the two, Dusk was by far the most aggressive, recklessly abandoning her defense as she gripped Alyss into holds and tried to overpower her pussy, whilst Alyss was more conservative and sensible in how she paced herself. It was unclear as to whose tactic was going to prevail as the match leveled out to the point of being two wet, horny girls having the time of their lives as they took turns to get fucked into bliss by massive strapons.

Dusk was the first to melt, moaning and crooning flat on her face whilst her pussy was stuffed like a Christmas turkey. Not even caring about the title or the match, she orgasmed in loud, spectacular fashion as a smiling Alyss pumped her full of rubber. But almost immediately she returned the favour, doggy fucking Alyss and telling her to join her in heaven, which she did. By now, any semblece of aggression had melted away on a tide of pheromones as they grinned and smirked at each other in shared joy.

But the match was still live and it was Alyss who seemed to take the initiative as she further melted and eroded Dusk, holding her down and fingering her and scissoring her into a helpless mess. It looked like Dusk's streak would finally be snapped, except that she wanted so much to share the pleasure. And, in doing so, defied her own strength, gripping Alyss hard and rubbing her until she squealed and burst in surrender, cumming joyously in Dusk's arms. Dusk shared a mischievous grin and handed her a wand vibe as she gasped for breath, telling her to finish her wonderful job and come out on top. Grinning, Alyss said it was more thanking Dusk for a wonderful experience and pressed it onto her, taking her the short way to rapture before they lay together in serenity.

The Crimson Jaguar (LWR, arena match, LWR TITLE MATCH, loss) - Bia (The Crimson Jaguar) had long since had a soft spot for the ginger haired fire cracker, engulfed in a strong desire to smother the smaller feisty girl in love and pound her into deep and loving submission on her mighty gock. Dusk had to admit that there was something appealing about the thought herself, especially since when they had met before for a friendly game of twister that was exactly what had happened. The two may have been girlfriends but Dusk's face dropped when the tall, imposing and beautifully powerful frame of Bia entered the ring for their bikini match, the thin fabric stretched tightly around the weapon of her doom.

Panicked and blood running cold, Dusk spent the early part of the match frantically trying to hold Bia at bay as the smiling woman smothered her and tried to skewer her on the mighty, fleshy sword that had undone her so completely before. Once she succeeded in stuffing the entire length inside Dusk, Bia purred with delight as she pleasured the pair of them with the impervious member. Hopelessly outgunned, Dusk looked to even the odds in the anatomical department with the Destroyer. And as she stuffed Bia, she gradually grew in confidence, until she saw her opportunity to neutralise the gock by pumping its seed harmlessly onto the floor.

However, if she thought that that would tame it, she was wrong. Immediately springing back to full, insatiable hardness, Bia thrust back into Dusk and gave her the grandiose fucking of the century. Dusk was rogered to the nth degree, eventually howling for Bia to finish in her pussy and fill her up... but she didn't. Resisting against all the odds (86%), Bia held back from the point of flawless defeat, ensuring she finished off an edged Dusk into explosive orgasm.

From this point on, Dusk's doom was sealed. Ragged and rag-dolled, she knew the game was up, especially when she made Bia cum a second time only for her gock to rise back to full attention a second time. This thing was invincible, far stronger than her quivering pussy as she was fuck flat on the mat yet again. Smiling, she surrendered, simply enjoying being brought to a decisive title-ending orgasm of defeat. Purring with happiness, Bia watched how her girlfriend collapsed under her before taking her title. She immediately left it by the door of the arena for someone else to pick up as she carried Dusk away: she hadn't come here for it, she had come for Dusk, and conquered them both.

Zoya (TBR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, loss) - Having lost the LWR title after her sparkling run of form, Dusk took the opportunity to turn her attention back to other disciplines, including boxing. She had learned so much and was keen to see if her approach to combat translated well to other sports too. Luckily for her, her opponent was the sexy Indian firecracker Zoya and, if she should lose, at least she would still have a good time.

The match started and Dusk exploded immediately into a frenzy of action, aggressive and assertive as she looked to break Zoya down and keep her under the cosh through sheer physical dominance. It looked like a very effective approach at first, as she battered and pummelled and looked by far the more capable fighter. But once her initial burst of energy had subsided, her power waned and Zoya showed her true quality. The second portion of the match was nothing short of a bullying as Zoya beat down her exhausted opponent, Dusk frantically trying to catch a break to draw breath. It was pure mercy when she put Dusk out of her misery and sent her sprawling, knocked out, to the mat.

With Dusk a fine prize, Zoya delightedly enjoyed everything her body had to offer as she pleasured herself on her and returned the favour. Lots and lots of kissing and face sitting and body worship ensued. But as Dusk was busily munching away on the winner's pussy, she attempted to overwhelm Zoya with pleasure and seize back dignity and control. But Zoya was quick and suppressed the attempt, keeping Dusk firmly under control by doggy fucking her with her strapon until her orgasm decisively proved to all who had been the best fighter on this day.

Mike (TBR, win) – Having been beaten so comprehensively in the boxing ring by Zoya only the day before, Lady Dusk hit the gym for a long, well-needed training session to brush up on her skills. Whilst in the middle of a stretching routine, she had the strangest feeling of being watched. Sure enough, there, hiding behind the curtains with a boner in his pants, was Mike soaking up every detail of Dusk's ass and body. She dragged him into the gym and decided to teach the naughty boy a lesson.

Dusk had righteous indignation on her side and also Mike's blatant arousal as she gave him lots of “close ups” with me tits in his face and her knee in his crotch rubbing that bulge. He fought for his life, reasoning that might is right and that if he knocked her out then he could give her a swift fuck and be on his way before she could protest too much. Unfortunately, he chose the wrong target for his peeping Tom act as Dusk proved to be way too much for him to handle. Picking a spot right between his eyes, she took him out cold and quashed the fight out of him.

Now to really teach him a lesson though. She rubbed and pressed her naked body all over him, pushing his tongue across ever inch of skin both inside and out. He was burning with so much desire that he couldn't keep his hands off his cock as she rode his tongue. But naughty boys deserve blue balls and she gleefully enjoyed being eaten out to orgasm without ever once touching his cock.

Yasmina (TBR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, loss) - Yasmina had been a particularly busy bee of late, buzzing around the arena and leaping into fights at a whim. Now she showed up to the boxing ring to re-challenge Dusk. Dusk had already beaten her recently, as part of her LWR title run. She felt as though she knew what she had done wrong with Zoya and that she would silence the yapping of this particularly energetic and persistent young pup.

Full of confidence, Yasmina bounded about the ring, cockily talking smack and flumoxing Dusk's defense as she picked her spots with accuracy and power. A brief exchange of both blows and insults and the two entered a posturing bout of taunting before picking up where they left off. But Dusk felt confident as she stood her ground well and slowly, slowly let Yas burn herself lower and lower. When the time was right, she took her down and choked her on the mat, telling her she would have been better sticking with the LWR. Yasmina was furious and raged that Dusk was a big cheat. Grinning, Dusk, knew that she had hot in her head and unleashed a mighty attack right when she was at her lowest.

Yasmina raged that, because of Dusk's cheating, the match wasn't going her way. And it certainly looked like it going to end in triumph for Dusk. But Yas had some dirty tricks of her own and when the ref wasn't looking, dropped her like a sack of potatoes to the mat with a knee to the chest, stripping her even before the ref had finished counting her out!

Yet ANOTHER arena boxing defeat for Dusk. But Yasmina made sure to show merciful consolation in the prize round. She had got what she had come for and now she would leave Dusk with a little present, whether she wanted it or not. Dusk tried so hard to resist Yasmina's tongue and fingers but ultimately just couldn't, climaxing and moaning flat on her back before Yas left her suspended in the turnbuckle ropes, pussy oozing fluid onto the mat.

Cuty (the slutty maid) (TWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, win) - Despondent at her appalling boxing record, Dusk looked to compete in the mixed wrestling league for the first time in what seemed like forever. Into the ring came Cuty, proudly sporting his bunny costume. Dusk, the tigress she was, gleefully accepted the sacrifice and set about dismantling the poor, helpless boy. It was nothing short of bullying as she physically annihilated him to the point where the referee had to enact the mercy rule and impose a forced tap out on Cuty to spare him from Dusk's mauling whilst she gloated and posed.

After several repeated shots to the balls, Cuty bit back and discovered Dusk's weakness to spanking. The pair entered a 69 duel, with Dusk looking wildly rampant in her domination. Truth be told, Cuty's cock lacked a little size but proved to be a very tough nut to break down and crack; the pair taking ages until Dusk eventually forced his eruption into her mouth. Going back to business, she forced another tap out and fucked him with the Destroyer. She was cruising to a free flawless victory.

...or so she thought. Cuty’s cock, although small, proved extremely resilient yet again, refusing to break and cum no matter what she did to him. In fact, the complexion of the power dynamic shifted entirely when she was trapped and forced to endure the indignation of being forced to cum on a 4 inch cock! She still struggled to force his load but, after nearly looking as though she would come again from another spanking, she held him down and rubbed his cock until it erupted victory. Then, gripping him by his collar, she pegged him until he gave up a third orgasm onto the floor of the ring.

Nick Jay (TBR, arena match, win) - Rookie Nick had had his eyes on a match with sexy Dusk the moment he'd caught sight of her. She looked so hot in that shiny purple leotard that she could have challenged him to a pogo stick contest and he would have agreed to it if it gave him the chance to spank her. Unfortunately the contest was boxing and, despite her less than stunning record in it, she still knew a lot more about it than he did.

Round 1 stated and Dusk came out full of fire and confidence, sure that she could win against a rookie with no real idea what he was doing. But whether it was blind faith or blind luck, she met a solid wall of punches as Nick leapt out to such a flying start that he actually stopped the fight to make sure she was okay. Some medical treatment later and Dusk bounced back, settling into a rhythm that ground him down and lit the fuse on her mischief. A knee to the chest here and a grapple on the floor there and Dusk was on the receiving end of a stiff telling off by the referee. She didn't care. She just batted her eyelashes and wiggled her ass, looking cute and then, when Nick's jaw had suitably dropped, she dropped HIM with a single cannonball between the eyes.

Victorious, Dusk revelled in her victory and in Nick's obvious arousal for her. Wasting no time in getting naked, she gave him a super close up of the ass that he wanted to spank by sitting on his face as she told him that she expected him to be a good boy, slapping the Destroyer meaningfully on her palm as a threat if he didn't behave. When she mounted his cock, Nick got so excited and carried away that he started thrusting into her with enthusiasm. Dusk took his extra juice as an attempt to overwhelm her, despite his protests of innocence, and threatened him again with her strapon, forcing it into his mouth and telling him that this would be his fate if he didn't behave. When she mounted him a second time, giving him another chance, he was the perfect picture of obedience. So delighted was she that after she had finished riding him to a victory orgasm, she let him finish inside her too. Nick, dazed and blissful, was now a fan.

Candace (Classic, GOTH CHALLENGE, loss) – Lady Dusk was approached by a sexy young woman, oozing seduction and spouting temptation and the promises of carnal pleasure. Well versed in the ways of lustspawn, harbouring one herself, Dusk immediately smelled the taint of a succubus. She knew she would do well to turn and run, except that taming one would be so delightful and give her so much bragging right over The Duskubus, who was already chuntering inside her head about how weak she was, how she was no match for a lust demon, how she was just a feeble mortal, etc, etc. So Dusk played along, smiled, and allowed herself to be led away to the layer of the succubus.

Truth be told, the demon was unused to preying of female flesh, having had much more experience draining boys. But she figured that a mortal was a mortal and that their desires were probably pretty much the same. Whatever she was doing, Dusk's seductive skill and experience with girls was matching it as they teased an smouldered in a tangle of feminine flesh on the bed. Once the Destroyer came out, Candace nodded sagely: she knew all about THOSE and what they were for. A steamy strapon fucking session ensued, with Dusk showing her prowess as she forced the demon to grit her teeth and hold on to her control. But when Candace's eyes flickered and she imposed her hypnotic will, Dusk faltered, not impervious to the mind control of the lustspawn. This made her susceptible to the demon's forked tongue as it entered her unhindered and swirled around to trigger her first orgasm, moaning and wailing on her back.

Grinning in delight, Dusk was feeling the thrill of the fight, despite losing ground. She smiled as she plunged the Destroyer deep inside Candace again, certain that she could make ANYONE cum on it. But the succubus was otherworldly and denied her, much to her amazement. She was thrilled: succubi were truly awesome! Pulling out, she relied on her fingers instead and swirled them to polish off Candace's orgasm.

The game was still very much afoot and the two horny females were determined as they tried to force each other to cum. Both dug deep and had to resist but Dusk was sure that she had secured the bragging rights over The Duskubus as to the superiority of mortals over demons when she had Candace flat on her back panting for her tongue. But yet again, the demon resisted with otherworldly resilience, leaving Dusk exhausted and vulnerable. In a knife-edge instant, Candace once again flickered her eyes, driving her mind control deep like a bullet into Dusk's psyche. The last thing she was truly aware of was The Duskubus tutting and mocking her for her weakness as she became a brainwashed fleshy pleasure puppet, mindlessly gooning for the demoness of lust. The first orgasm was a squirting spray in her own face. The subsequent ones...? Who knows? All that is for certain is that when Dusk eventually woke up there was a warm, throbbing glow in her drained and dry pussy and various witness reports of her loud and continuous squeals of rapturous delight all through the night.

Monica Saunders (LWR, arena match, T.W.A.T THRONE DEFENSE, loss) - Dusk was delighted to receive a challenge from her friendly rival, Monica. She was a friend and always so wonderfully sexy to engage with. The title belt was gone now but Monica had no interest in that. In fact, she had been waiting for it to go so that she could set her sights on what she was really interested in: the T.W.A.T throne. And Dusk herself, obviously.

The scene of battle was an odd one: a gladiatorial colloseum, empty save for a referee, cameras and the two competitors themselves, oozing seduction in only their g-strings. The air was empty and hauntingly quiet, but as soon as they locked together, the world around them melted away and they only had eyes for each other. As predicted, this was a thoroughly seductive engagement between two girls intent on melting each other, with only the occasional submission hold as a painful reminder that this was the ring and not the bedroom.

Dusk looked dangerous and in control for the most part, her lust taking on new forms as she withstood everything the Monica threw at her and simply encouraging her to keep going and holding her hand between her legs for her. It was disarming for Monica; totally not what she was expecting. Was Dusk being genuine or was she toying and mocking her attempts? Either way, when Dusk took her turn in control, she really went for it, dominating the challenger breathless and never giving her chance to recover or escape.

But as the control started to undulate, Monica made a killer move, trapping Dusk and spreading her kegs wide to expose her to her fingering. Despite her attempts to trib her way out of trouble, Dusk was forced to endure a passionate fingering that proved to be too much for her to resist. She actually managed to force Monica's fingers out of her but was left feeling so bereft that she pulled them back inside, reasoning that even the throne was worth the wonderful feeling of cumming for this girl. Beaming, Monica felt Dusk's surrender and massaged her g spot to a thunderous, rapturous detonation to take the win and the crown whilst Dusk helped by finishing herself off with her own fingers.

With Dusk now defeated, Monica was sure to take the very best care of her fallen opponent in the same special way that she always did. There was no animosity whatsoever from either of them as Monica kissed and licked the former queen back to wet arousal, ensuring that her pussy was perfect for an intimate scissoring. Dusk was delighted to treat the new queen to a winner's orgasm, holding her own edge long enough to ensure that Monica enjoyed the glorious feeling of being served.

But now Monica needed to end the show on top so, gesturing go the referee for a wand vibe, she pressed it fully into Dusk's pussy so that the whole head disappeared inside. Edged already, Dusk was blown apart from inside, blasted into nuclear meltdown. Monica pulled the wand out at the last second, ensuring that there was no ambiguity as to the result as the cameras captured Dusk soaking the stones of the colloseum slick and wet with her spectacular squirt. Comatose but deeply satisfied, she felt the warmth of Monica wrapping her arms around her and thanking her for another wonderful time.

Rin (LWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, EFWC TRIPLE TITLE MATCH, loss) - The two top female wrestlers in the EFWC clashed in this hardcore match in which a serious amount of goldwear was up for grabs. Dusk was player with the hardcore title she seemed to have held forever, whilst Rin broufht both the Divas and Western titles to the party. As this was a hardcore match, the rules were clear: hit hard and hit often. Targeting sexually was banned unless it was to finish off the opponent in one shot. This was to be a gruelling physically punishing affair.

The fight started in a suitable vein, with both girls using their tits and asses to smack each other in the face and try to smother each other out. A brutal bearhug seemed to have Dusk pleading for reprieve whilst nipple twisting and boston crabs seemed to be the order of the day. But whereas Dusk was keeping the action hard-hitting and dirty, Rin seemed to be struggling with the distinction between this hardcore match and a regular LWR encounter, as she stripped off her clothes and tried repeatedly to rip Dusk's off too. Dusk was perplexed, but an almighty kick between the legs dropped her like a stone, leaving her fighting for breath.

From here, Rin asserted a period of total dominance, incapacitating the pained Dusk and swapping her from one hold to another as she writhed in agony. Dusk was battling to escape and fight back. But when Rin saw her floundering, she got out her strapon and fucked Dusk until she came on her back. The referee looked on, seeing if Dusk would stand: it certainly looked like a breach of the rules. When Dusk did, looking bemused, the referee blew her whistle, reprimanding Rin for using orgasms to weaken rather than end her opponent. Dusk was offered a penalty minute in compensation for the breach and she spent it fucking her back, furious that she had cheated.

But the damage had been done and the penalty minute was poor compensation. Rin took advantage with a top rope dive, flatteni g Dusk who was still trying to recover from the orgasm. She couldn't and was counted out, howling with i potent fury at the injustice as her title was tripped away. Three LWR matches, three titles lost. Rin was smug and gloated as she decorated Dusk with all three of them, stuffed her pussy full of vibrating eggs and strapon fucked her into another orgasm. It was a loss that wpuld leave an extremely bitter taste in Dusk's mouth. Not because she had lost the title but because Rin had cheated in order to get it. She fumed as she was humiliated publicly, vowing a particularly cold breed of revenge.

The Boy (TWR, arena match, loss) - Dusk was frustrated at hitting the very worst run of form in recent time, losing every title she owned and struggling to get a win in anything. The Boy had been stalking Dusk for a long time, keen to get his hands on her and now he had his chance. Despite her shocking losing streak, Dusk bravely smiled and bravely vowed to give it her best.

Her best turned out to be pretty damn impressive as she started round 1 in style with a strong physical performance that inexorably ground The Boy down. He fought back and resisted bravely with submission holds and groping that weakened her, but Dusk was on top here as she pinned and smothered him and soon he was desperately trying to fend her off and catch a break. As his situation got more desperate and the clothes got ripped off, he became more aggressive, calling her a slut in his increasing anger. This triggered her. She didn't like that. Not one bit. So she got the Destroyer and showed him who the real slut here was as she entered his ass to punctuate her dominance.

Then disaster struck. Whilst stroking his cock, she accidentally mis-clicked a CT prematurely that she hadn't intended on clicking. Errr... I mean... she misjudged how close to the edge The Boy was and tried to make him blow his load prematurely. He dug deep and defied her, for the first time in the match feeling as though he had power of her as it gave him the confidence to fight back hard and take control. His cock went all over her, both inside and out and, when he had her on her back with his fingers inside him, it was HER that became the first to cum.

Dusk was pissed off now, especially since her orgasm had only encouraged him to call her a good girl after all the derogatory slurs. She aggressively face sat and smothered him, working off her frustration until she got what she wanted : the satisfaction of a tap out. With him unable to fight back in the penalty minute, she took the chance to slow things down and show him a softer, gentler way. Admonishing him for his aggression and insults, she smoothly caressed his cock with her mouth and brought him a blissful, soft orgasm. There. Wasn't that nicer?

It certainly seemed to soften his attitude. From then on the match became less aggressive and more sensual with passionate doggy fucking and oral sex melting rather than conquering. She couldn't outlast his tongue in a 69 and came again, handing him the win.

...or so he thought. Staggeringly, Dusk rose again. Swaying and dazed and spouting incoherent nonsense (with 1 LP) but definitely standing. Totally out of it, she bumbled around trying to felate the ring post, until The Boy put her down for good by pushing her down and fucking her face until he exploded all over her face and mouth. Leaving her discarded on the floor, he went off to the far side of the ring to conduct his winner's interview on camera. Dusk slowly came round to a face full of cum and yet another defeat. Worse still, she could hear him bragging in his interview about how he had conquered another slut. She got to her feet and stalked behind him, hijacking his interview with an uncharacteristically unsporting Duskfall Pin, ensuring that the camera caught her forcing a spiteful orgasm from him. Then she folded him up and used him as a chair from which she conducted her own interview, vowing that this losing streak was going to god damn well end.

Krish (TWR, arena match, win) - After a total collapse in her form, Lady Dusk had humiliated The Boy at the end of her most recent loss and, on camera in her hijacked interview, vowed to the world that she would return to winning ways. Her latest opponent was Krish, a veteran predator who was looking to add the floundering Dusk to his impressive list of “conquered” girls.

The fight started and both fighters came out hot, looking to leave their mark early on with some big hits and even bigger moves. Dusk started in spectacular style as she launched an acrobatic aerial move right off the blocks that set the tone. From there it was crushing submission holds as they engaged in a brutal war of attrition, grinding each other down with choke holds of all denominations before switching back to a suplex and a punishing kick to the knackers. As Krish folded in half, Dusk locked him in an inescapable head scissor hold that left him with no choice but to counter with a 69 challenge or else lose consciousness.

The 69 duel was just as short and brutal as the rest of the match. Krish looked as though he was reversing his fortunes but Dusk held on and forced his orgasm. Not satisfied, she held him into her pussy and forced him to keep licking her as she asserted her control. Krish returned in kind with a forced blowjob and the rough 69 battle raged on, to be continued when he stuffed his cock inside her and they banged on the mat. This time though, it was Krish who would win out, fucking Dusk into orgasm. But she kept her composure and, even as she climbed down from her climax, let her hand take over, pumping his cock until he spilled his second load of seed.

It was now all on to inflict the decisive final orgasm as they took it in turns to enter each other, Krish with his cock and Dusk with her Destroyer. They traded phalluses and, when Krish held her onto him to prevent her escape, it seemed that he was winning. But Dusk used the position against him, held him down and bounced on him until he erupted deep inside her. Three orgasms: he was done for the night. He had been a valiant and fierce competitor and, quite honestly, Dusk was too relieved to have won to be vindictive. So she gave him a peck on the forehead and wished him better luck next time.

Tim (TWR, arena match, win) - Still looking to redeem herself after her appalling losing streat, Dusk took to the arena yet again in order to prove that the win against Krish was the start of a streak, not just a one-off. Tim seemed very honourable and certainly looked pleased to be rolling with the redhead beauty... until she smashed her ass repeatedly and viciously onto him, that is, smashing him like a pneumatic drill until he was a bruised and battered paste, smashed into the canvas of the mat. Wailing, he lifter her over his head and spun her round to make it stop, only for her legs to find their way around his neck as they fell straight into a headscissor hold.

Truth be told, the match unravelled even more from then on for the hapless Tim, who simply had no answer whatsoever for the beautiful bully as she utterly destroyed him in their physical battle. His one moment of control came from a banana splitter that had her howling in pain. But from then on it was power slams, chokes and plenty of CBT for the poor guy. He ripped at her clothing, trying to gain an advantage, but a headscissor crushed the life out of him and she pinned his limp body to take the first points of the match and so end his torture.

The first round had been so utterly and comprehensively one-sided that Dusk actually almost walked off until the referee reminded her that the match wasn't yet over. But if Tim thought that the sex round would be a pleasurable compensation for round 1, he was in for a shock. A rough handjob reasserted her control and, when he tried to take it back by fucking her, she decisively suppressed his rebellion with a Duskfall Pin. Mounting him, she set the pace and brought him near the edge. But she had a plan and, when she pulled away and finished him with her mouth, she simply kept on going. His pleasure turned to despair as she subjected him to post-orgasm torture, refusing to stop sucking his cock as he howled and begged. Until eventually he gave her what she wanted: a tap out, his surrender and a flawless victory to punctuate a match that wasn't just domination but total annihilation.

Releasing him at last, Dusk couldn't help but giggle at the poor boy, telling him how laughable his performance had been. But she did grant him the very noble and selfless consolation of ridi g his face until she busted and came all over it, before kissing the only dry part of his head she could find and giggling her way out of the arena.

GALLERY OF HEARTS (A tribute to departed friends and showcase of gifts)

💔Yura💔 - Lady Dusk's first love: an adorable, shy yet mischievous fox girl. It was love at first hand-hold. Dusk is devastated that her travelling permission was revoked by her people and that she had to go back to her homeland! Maybe she will come back in the future. 🤞
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💄Anna Ivory - Dusk's one true mistress and the only person to ever truly make her give herself over. Like Ying and Yang, these two perfectly complete the other, filling a deep need. With her gone, Dusk has struggled to contain the spiralling submissive urges that Anna helped to quell.

🐶Chloe the Cutie – She may have spent most of the time telling Dusk how much she smelled but Dusk always felt better with this cheeky, playful, yet strangely astute doggo around.

Queen Dusk, as reimagined by Kira Ranmaru: "You will forever for me be "Lady Dusk" and a "Strong Proud Wrestling Queen with a Big Heart".
💕💕Thank you Kira for this wonderful gift.

The necklace gifted to Lady Dusk by Kira Ranmaru, protecting her from being collared and keeping her strong, free and independent. Thank you Kira. I shall treasure it! 💕💕

The engagement ring given to Lady Dusk by Fred Stark. The orange and blue stones represent the two of them coming together. The marriage never happened but she keeps this ring close to her at all times.

The engagement ring given to Lady Dusk by Casey Reyes. The black metal represents dusk and the orange is reminiscent of the colour of her hair. The engagement lasted less than 24 hours but the ring is now exchanged as a trophy between them, symbolising the see-saw balance of power in this affectionately domineering rivalry of lovers.