MRS DUSK - Lady Dusk is married to Kira (although she still has a number of other romantic relationships!)
KITTEN! - Lady Dusk has been permanently collared and claimed by Maris, who refers to her as her "kitten". Maris's rules for her kitten are simple and clear. 1: No calling other girls "mistress". 2: Her ass is reserved for Mistress's use only. Lady Dusk wears a plug to prevent rule number 2 from being broken [so the anal kink is disabled for girls too, now].
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.
UNBREEDABLE - Thanks to the living, sperm-eating slime that Kichi the Slime put in her womb, Lady Dusk is immune to pregnancy. Unless, of course, the slime is removed.
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".
Okay... she MAY also have one that rhymes with "metting bounded by huta gox" too!
Katrina is a warm, sweet, loving girl with a raging libido and a strong streak of mischief. In her formative years, she knew that she was different to those around her, enjoying a care-free spirit and indomitable cheeriness. But her teenage years were harsh and, despite her good looks, felt isolated from mainstream social acceptance. It was only as she got older that she found the confidence to return to her true self and admit that the idea of power over others was one that she found deeply, deeply exciting.
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.
Joining the wrestling world under her pseudonym "Lady Dusk," Katrina seeks the unparalleled thrill of sexual power: that glorious moment when she is so overwhelming that someone breaks for her into helpless orgasm or surrender. But what Katrina cannot admit, even to herself, is that the reverse is also true. Like the reverse side of a coin, she finds the old feelings over bullied powerlessness, so prevalent in her teenage years, just as irresistible. She may work extremely hard to suppress those submissive urges and become the all-conquering domme, but like a force of gravity, that unslakable hole in the pit of her soul is always pulling her back, refusing to stay quiet for long.
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.
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: My available times are usually Tuesday and Thursday evenings, 8 pm GMT and Saturday and Sunday mornings 8 am GMT. I can also usually play on a Friday or Saturday night at 10pm but prefer games not to go on too late at these times. My time slots are very rigid due to IRL restrictions. I cannot be very flexible with these times.
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.
Lady Dusk is a dom-leaning switch and a lesbian-leaning bisexual. The way she behaves is quite different for boys and for girls.
AGAINST BOYS: Lady Dusk tends to always act dominantly towards boys. She loves them but fundamentally enjoys getting one over on them. Aggressive maledom attitudes really annoy her and either turn her off or make her determined to put boys in their place.
AGAINST GIRLS: Lady Dusk is much softer towards girls and weaker to their charms. She will still try to dominate girls but, unlike dominant boys, dominant girls are more likely to make her will crumble and submiss her. She is also much more attracted to girls and is more likely to form romantic attachments to them. Lady Dusk is particularly weak when it comes to transgender and futa girls.
Kinks:
👍femdom, pegging, bondage, forced orgasms, cum control, denial, ruined orgasms, chastity, tickling, spanking, milking/multiple orgasms, worship, feet, facesitting, feminisation, oral sex, romantic, sensual, cuckolding
👎LIMITS: fisting, extreme CBT, cum eating, blood/scat/piss, man-on-woman anal.
👎 I'm not keen on being called names without justification either. She is not a bitch or a slut. She's a very lovely girl. So please don't come straight out and call her it unless the direction of the narrative has taken us there.
"Des-troy-er! Des-troy-er! Des-troy-er!"
(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)
Kyla Jackson
Yasmina
Aryan
Arena Record:
TWR: 76-40
LWR: 59-32-2
TBR: 9-12
Official league matches only. Competitive matches that were RPd as training or informal are not counted.
Title Match Record:
TWR: 16-10
LWR: 24-7-2
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:
Gray Hellsmile (TWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, loss) - Having been a source of fascination for Gray for some time, Dusk finally clashed with him in the ring. It was a hard-fought battle that turned personal as they pushed acceptable boundaries. But it was Gray who won the day, defeating her, cream-pieing her and then leaving the Destroyer hanging from her like a plug to keep his seed inside her.
Yasmina (LWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, TITLE MATCH, win) - Having lost every title she owned, Dusk had been struggling for form. But the league paired her with the champion, Yasmina and gave her another shot at restoring her reputation. The match ended in spectacular fashion with a finisher orgasm that should have wiped out Dusk. But in her zombified state, her fingers twitched inside the champion, breaker her and putting the title back in the hands of Dusk.
Conqueror Ophelia (LWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, TITLE MATCH, loss) - Less than a fortnight after her record-breaking title run, Dusk had it back and an opportunity to rival such great form. Unfortunately, she ran into Ophelia, who broke and seduced the fight right out of her, smothering and crushing every attempt she made to fight back. Eventually, Dusk was so broken for "Mistress" that she willingly fingered herself to orgasm at Ophelia's command. Ophelia smiled and made Dusk bark like a dog as she fucked her from behind over and over, taking the title, her reputation and her pride. Then she led her backstage and fucked her some more.
Kenji-san (TWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, TITLE MATCH, win) - Dusk's disgrace at the hands of Ophelia had sent shockwaves through the sport. The league directors called an emergency meeting to save the credibility of the league and decided to engineer another title match for Dusk in order to prove that such results were not pre-scripted. Kenji was new to the league but was delighted to be put to the test by an elite fighter. This time, Dusk proved that she was no sub as she clinically and efficiently out-fought and out-fucked Kenji in every sense of the word, destroying him to take the TWR title and restore the pride of the entire league.
Maris (Classic, RP) – Footage of the match with Ophelia had reached Maris's eyes and she was not happy AT ALL that Dusk had allowed herself to be broken and call another woman "mistress". Venting rage of questionable justification, she flogged and whipped Dusk into an apologetic mess as she groveled and kissed her feet in supplication. Once satisfied that her apology was sincere, Maris plugged her ass and ate her out to a delightful orgasm to break her anew and remind her who the real object of devotion was. It seemed like mercy... until Maris locked her in chastity as a reminder to never, ever stray again.
KL 1996 (TWR, arena match, TITLE MATCH, loss) - It had been a little while since Dusk and KL 1996 had crossed paths in the ring. They had had a somewhat intensive rivalry based on dominance and superiority, gloating over one another when they had managed to suppress and subjugate one another. Dusk may have collapsed under Ophelia's authority in the LWR title match but there was no way that any boy would have that effect. She was a champion, proud and noble and she would crush all before her under her heeled boot.
Round 1 started in what promised to be a tense and intriguing title fight. It started in a punishingly physical way, both going for it with suplexes and counter scissors. Dusk was showing her effortless class, meeting everything KL threw at her and ensuring that he always came off worse. He was getting shot down and so went for the strip early, pulling off her leotard in one move. Now naked, and in control, Dusk smirked, reasoning that she could enjoy toying with her flailing rival a little before she secured her win. She face sat him, forcing him to eat her out, mounted his cock and fucked him, using him for her pleasure. Bemused, KL went along with it, happy to let her do some of his work for him.
Dusk poured on the seduction at seeing him “tamed” like a “good boy” and even “rewarded him” with tit jobs and hand jobs in between commanding him to pleasure her. But she always stopped just short of making him cum, displaying her dominant authority as she edged the tame boy beneath her and left him in denial whilst she enjoyed all the pleasure, basking in her own seductive dominance as she ordered him to doggy fuck her, rode his tongue and then laid back and proudly squirted all over the ring, certain that everyone could see just how dominant it made her look.
KL exchanged a bemused look with the ref, who just shrugged as KL took the first orgasm. But when Dusk carried on in the same vain, he played along, contritely calling her “mistress” to pad her ego as she let him finger fuck her towards another climax. Kissing him and calling him her good boy, she edged him again, giggling as she stopped short, telling him that she would not let him cum and that he would have to endure her edging and make her cum again if he wanted his release. Having the intelligence to swallow pride and play along, KL said “yes mistress” at every juncture and fingered her to another orgasm as she again lay back and squirted as violently as she could, thinking that the cheers of the crowd were for her display of complete domination.
Truly, the only one deluded enough to believe this by now was Dusk herself. All anyone else saw was a silly little girl getting rag dolled and spanked whilst KL doggy fucked her on her face and in the ropes, smirking behind her back whilst calling her “mistress” with rolls of his eyes. Dusk was out of control, lost in orgasmic frenzy as she demanded yet another one from him. A swift and thorough pounding and she lost her mind to her lust entirely, breaking and howling in rapture. KL “took the initiative” by spreading her legs and licking his silly, deluded mistress into a whopping thirds orgasm flat on her back to take the flawless victory.
As the ref prepared to raise the hand of the winner, Dusk was clearly still under the delusion that she had crushed this one, smirking in gloating triumph right the way up to the moment that his hand was raised instead. Furious and incredulous, she argued with the referee, who calmly pointed out that she had failed to make him cum even once, whilst he on the other hand... Then KL got what he was waiting for: that glorious moment when Dusk's face fell with horrified realisation of what she had done and how she had willingly gifted him her title. And in that moment when despair hit her face, he made sure to finally take himself over the edge and hit it with a payload of his triumphant cum, painting her with a gloating facial.
Lina (Classic, RP, incomplete) - Now locked in chastity by Maris to discipline her, Dusk was subjected to an indeterminate length of time with no touching and no orgasms: a terrible fate indeed. An amused Line saw her "squirrel" struggling and the temptation to tease and drive her wild was immense. But Dusk looked so desperate that she didn't have the heart, simply kissing and stroking her nipples to heighten her arousal and sending her on her way with a slap of the rump and instructions to seek her out when she was free again.
Vanessa Velvet (LWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, loss) - Almost a week into her chastity stint and Lady Dusk showed up at the arena for her scheduled rematch with Vanessa Velvet, the sexy, sultry, seductive Indian Lioness. Velvet, having lost the last match and been dominated by a rampant and insatiable Dusk, came ready for the tough fight, knowing she would have to be relentless and tenacious if she were to weather the storm of Dusk lust. However, when the referees used the key that Maris had provided to remove Dusk's belt, it was obvious that this was not the same girl who had been so dominant in their last meeting. Hot, horny and leaking wet stains all over herself just at the SIGHT of the beautiful Vanessa Velvet and the anticipation of touching her, Dusk was breathless and flushed before the bell even rang. An amused Velvet stoked the flames with sexy rubbing of her own body as she slid from her silk gown to give an already struggling Dusk calculated teases of her body to cripple her with lust.
As soon as the bell sounded, it was clear that Dusk was trying to overcome a humongous handicap of not being touched in over a week. She normally enjoyed at least one daily climax. After a week without, she was well backed up like a coiled spring straining against release. Truth be told, Velvet could have finished her at any point she liked as she effortlessly subdued her flailing opponent, buried her in her desperation and tormented her with edges as her body quivered in helpless need. All the while she toyed with her, she was aggressive and domineering, insulting her to stamp her under her authoritative heel and leave her oozing and moaning, head spinning as she fought off edge after edge.
Hampered by her aching, desperate need to cum, Dusk was a mere shadow of the proud, ferocious warrior queen who had fought with her before. So Vanessa bellowed at her to fight back or else face a thoroughly degrading humiliation in the match aftermath. Not that she made it easy, but Dusk gritted her teeth and tentatively tried to return the pleasuring, despite walking the razor's edge of her own impending orgasm. Again and again, Vanessa stopped short of tipping Dusk over the edge, but whether it was to toy with her or give her the opportunity to fight with honour, it wasn't clear. However, when she turned her back, it did give Dusk the confidence to take her shot at the Velvet pussy. Licking for all she was worth, she bit down against the fingering counter attack, trying everything she could to hold on long enough to bring Vanessa off first. She didn't manage it in time, however, and the ref separated them just nanoseconds too late for her to keep her control. As she was pulled away, Dusk scraped over the edge, groaning as a week's barren build up was wasted in an agonising ruined orgasm.
Following this crushingly miserable ending, it was obvious that Dusk was done. Clutching her crotch and howling, her body's burning need for release had only intensified with the ruin and she was quite beyond even standing. Still, she needed putting down and Vanessa, deciding that the time to toying with her wounded prey was done, mercifully obliged, rolling her onto her shoulders and folding her legs back like a flower to expose the gratefully submissive pussy between them. Dusk didn't even resist as the tongue invaded her. She simply breathed a heartfelt thank you and surrendered to the blissful end to a tortuously dry week, cumming hard on her back whilst her pussy exploded like a popped water balloon.
Now victorious, Vanessa saw no need to be cruel. Her tone softened as she regarded the poor, fallen fighter who, let's be honest, never stood a chance. Reclining in the ropes, she waved off the ref who was already waiting to reapply the belt. Dusk crawled over and, on all fours, busied herself with the winner's pussy of a stunning woman for whom she severely had the hots for, brining her to blissful climax with an oral technique that was powered by simple, pure passion. So good was her service that Vanessa was moved to give her a parting gift, spreading her legs on her back and tribbing the pair of them to a sensual, deeply passionate mutual orgasm. Now thoroughly satisfied, the belt was reapplied, locking Dusk back in chastity. Her release was still at the mercy of Maris but at least this would make things a little easier to bear.
Zane (TWR, arena match, win) - Having been relieved of a little distraction by Vanessa, Dusk went back into chastity, only to be released under league rules when she was to fight again. The whole chastity situation was messing with Dusk's head, driving her further down a submissive path that she didn't want to acknowledge. People were laughing at her and teasing her and she did not like how her repuation had nose-dived since her title run.
Perhaps because of this frustration, but Dusk unleashed peraps the single most brutal, merciless and relentlessly one-sided beating down that the mixed league had ever witnessed. This wasn't wrestling. It was bullying. Poor Zane took the full force of her quest for redemption like a double-decker bus in the face, totally blown out of the first round as he was subjected to an utter mauling at the hands of the sadistically focused woman. Shots to the balls, backbreakers and lots and lots of scissor holds: Dusk wasn't content when he was simply exhausted and didn't stop until he was broken down as well. Despite this, Zane kept laughing, gloating, mocking... whatever he could do to keep himself in denial about what was happening. And the more he did it, the more determined Dusk became to crush his ego and make him eat his words.
By the end of round 1, the ref needed very little excuse to ring the bell and move to round 2, out of simple mercy to Zane. But round 2 told a different story. As soon as his monster cock was unleashed, the game levelled out. One single insertion to part her vagina and Dusk knew that she was in trouble after her dry stint in chastity. No way could she take this cock after so longspent without stimulation. Zane was astonished and delighted as she tapped out after only a few thrusts. Not so tough after all, was she? He pressed his advantage but Dusk fought back with the Destroyer and a Duskfall Pin, forcing zane's tap out submission. But Dusk wasn't content with just a tap out: she wanted nothing short of domination. So she angled his cock into his face and purred her demands for his corruption and surrender, achieving it as she wanked him to explosion into his own face.
Things looked beyond bleak for Zane but he was no quitter. He was on his last legs but was determined to force Dusk to work hard for the final straw. To this end, he fought like a cornered lio, fending her off desperately as she looked to romp all over him. But she was to be denied and frustrated by his desperate defnse, always kept just at bay. Slowly, incredibly, he was bouyed by his own defiance. And ask Dusk tried and failed to break him down, slowly and surely her own power waned as the unstoppable force met an immovable object. As Zane wore her down, he managed to force another two tap outs from her and hold her in a full nelson and fuck her to a shuddering climax that left her ragged on the mat. From conqueress to barely clinging on: Dusk's fall in this match was as meteroic as in her career since running into Ophelia. By now Zane was edged beyond belief and just wanted this over with. So he slammed his cock back inside her as she gasped and panted and, no longer caring about the result, took himself over the edge in a huge, messy orgasm, his cock spurting in waves. The first filled her pussy, the second went in her face, the third on her tits, the fourth on her stomach and the final once all over her feet. The ref counted it as a climax against Zane but he didn't care. It was certainly Dusk who looked like the loser as she was left painted in cum and locked back into Maris's chastity belt, sealing the first cream pie spurt into her caged pussy.
Aryan (TWR, arena match, EFWC Night of Domination match, win) - As part of the EFWC's Night of Domination event, Lady Dusk had been on a collision course with Aryan for some time. When they clashed then it would be in a brutal, grueling no-holds-barred match, at the end of which, nothing short of total verbal surrender would satisfy the victory conditions of the event. The rules were clear: this was about physical domination and not about sex. Clothes were to stay on to ensure a hard-hitting fight and orgasms could only be used to break the opponent, not to weaken them. Dusk and Aryan wore grim faces as they prepared for the fight of their lives.
The crowd were loud and wild, hoping to see a vicious fight and they were not disappointed. Dusk and Aryan collided like two wrecking balls tearing chunks out of each other. Suplexes and ab stretchers kicked off the contest but it was Aryan's superior physical size and strength that quickly set them apart. Trapped in his holds, Dusk hammered her fists against him to no avail. She was overwhelmed and had very little response with which to counter his skill and strength as she was brutalised across the ring constantly by him. Forced to resort to dirty tactics, she smashed his balls, reasoning that this was a no holds barred match after all. Receiving no reprimand from the ref, she squeezed them, looking for a way to control her fearsome opponent. But Aryan hit back hard, ripping her top from her as he smashed her right back into the canvas with another suplex and pulled off his shorts to smother her in his balls as she groaned in a private world of pain on the mat.
The ref, seeing that a strong fight had been delivered, gave Aryan the green light for a brutal and dominant fucking to break out. Now naked, he gleefully choked Dusk as he held her down and slammed his cock inside her, using it as a weapon of domination, not a tool of pleasure. When he wasn't stuffing it into her pussy, he was using it to gag and choke her, wearing her out as she gulped for breath before being dragged around by the hair. But Dusk was fiery and knew that she only needed to bide her time to get her opportunity to fight back. Gripping his cock, she used her hand to stroke and squeeze him, smothered him in her pussy and slammed her hips hard down onto his shaft to leave him groaning and clinging on. Two attempts at a Duskfall Pin and she managed to lock it in, battling her way back into this tense and merciless hard-fucking shootout.
But Aryan's superior strength was a mountain for her to climb and, as she fatigued, he took control again. He ground her down bit by bit, turning the screw slowly and inexorably, weakening her depths of spirit until the point where she would have noting left to give but her surrender. But it was a long, slow process. Dusk was patient and stubborn and extremely difficult to break down when she set her mind to it. And she always seemed to do just enough to prevent collapse, sapping his energy in his repeated attempts to break her down. Right at the cusp when she was running on fumes and looked sure to break, she got her opportunity, choking him from behind as she stroked him so hard that he had to tap out. He tried to fight on but the pschological deathblow had been struck. She mounted him and edged him with her pussy, grinding a torturous edge that she held, commanding him to surrender if he wanted release.
Aryan refused point-blank despite everything, saying that he would risk blue balls before he surrendered to her. It was admirable. Bloody annoying, but admirable: a level of stubbornness that she could not fathom. But she had ways to break that out of any boy. Retrieving the Destroyer, she was able to give her tired, edged pussy a break and let the immutable silicone do the work for her. Scraping it over his prostate as if she were playing it like a violin, she forced him to ride that edge into agnoising Pergatory. Still he refused to verbally surrender! So she showed her limitless patience by continuing until she dragged the most grudging somewhat-surrender from him that she had ever heard. Whatever. She had got what she wanted. So she pulled out, held the tip in his anus for a few seconds and then slammed her hips forwards, taking him over the edge with a single, violent thrust. She then pulled out and planted her foot on his back, flexing in victory and pressing him down into his expanding pool of cum as he ruined beneath her.
Sergina (Classic, RP mode) - A week and a half. That was how long ago it had been since Mistress Maris had locked her kitten into chastity as punishment for straying. Lady Dusk could not remember the last time she had gone an hour and a half without touching herself. Vanessa Velvet's blissful release seemed like a dim and distant memory and there was no discernible end to her torment in sight, especially since a number of cute but sadistic girls had seen fit to torment her with seduction even further. Dusk was a zombified shadow of the dominant queen who had crushed the LWR title so voraciously only a few weeks previously. Now she was so desperate for stimulation that she was staggering around EF city, willing to offer her body to any hot domme willing to toy with her.
That was how she ran into Sergina.
When she had met the sexy, alluring domme a few weeks back, it had been as an equal, dumping Segina's flushed, dominated pet Alexxxa back at her feet after fucking her into senseless meltdown in the ring. They had shared a knowing chuckle with each other, domme to domme. They were not equals now. Oh no. Not one bit. And Sergina spotted an easy piece of prey staggering straight into her web, begging and begging, aching to be toyed with, even though she knew it was against her better judgment. A tiny touch here, a little brush there, a whispered promise and Segina had well-and-truly hooked her catch, Dusk staggering after her to her home and promises of being thoroughly, thoroughly corrupted.
Some crooning mock sympathy later and lots of lingering glimpses of her tight body and bulging gock in her skin-tight one-piece and Dusk was so hot under the locked collar that she spilled the reason for her getting into such trouble in the first place: that Maris was quite happy for other girls to dominate and fuck her kitten, but that she had made the mistake of calling another girl "mistress". The very instant that Dusk saw the devilment creeping across Segina's face, she knew that she had made a grave, gave error of judgment in divulging this, especially when Sergina retorted, "it would be a shame if that happened again..." The whole nightmare unfolded in front of Dusk's eyes and Sergina soon made sure to realise every single fear she had.
She begged... oh how she begged for Sergina not to make her call her that word, knowing full well that as soon as she did, Sergina would make sure that Maris found out. The chastity sentence would be extended, maybe even made permanent. Or perhaps a new, worse punishment would await her. But Segina was holding all the cards, especially when she paraded Dusk around her house on all fours, released her seven-inch, already-hard gock and let it waggle like a pendulum in Dusk's face, promising her that she could have it inside her if only she said that one, little, tiny, harmless word. She held out for as long as she could, but Sergina was ruthless and used her aching need against her, finally breaking her with her harsh, commanding tone as Dusk prostrated herself at her feet, finally muttering the single phrase, "yes mistress".
Like a door opening, Dusk was rewarded with an end to her dry torment of deprivation as Sergina "allowed" her to suck on her cock whilst she reached into the space behind Dusk's belt and pulled free the butt plug that Maris had left in there. Given a choice as to whether Dusk wanted her cock in her mouth or her ass, there was no option: Dusk knew she could only cum from one of those places. So, making sure that she used the word "mistress" again, Sergina entered the helpless, once-proud wrestling queen and anally fucked her deep and hard into a catatonic mess of drooling, cross-eyed moans as the deep "brain off" button was thoroughly mashed by the head of the mighty gock.
But this wasn't enough for Sergina. It wasn't enough that she was fucking Maris's pet deep in the ass and making her betray her over again. She wanted to imprint herself on Dusk's soul. So she made her confess just how much better her living, twitching, pulsating girlcock felt in her ass than Maris's strapon. Utterly beyond redemption, Dusk would have howled anything at this point. But it was true. She had fallen in love with girlcocks thanks to Sophia and Bia and Dani and now she was howling in rapture as Sergina went where boys were never allowed.
But then came Sergina's most evil twist. Having made Dusk spill her confessions from her mouth, she pulled out and re-plugged her gasping victim. Her phone dangled playfully in her hand, Maris's number already on the screen. One press and Dusk would be forced to confess to her mistress what had transpired here and what she had said. Unless, of course, Dusk could give her a better offer. A blowjob? Sergina laughed. No, that was a REWARD for naughty, subby sluts like her. And then Dusk, caught in her terror and hopelessly trapped, made her offer. the Destroyer: much coveted, world famous, often desired. She offered her her most precious possession in exchange for Sergina's silence. The domme grinned broadly and accepted, hooking the strapon tauntingly over the bed post where Dusk could see it mocking her as she was rewarded with a deep, fulfilling anal fuck.
Emasculated, disgraced, blackmailed and submissed: Dusk had never ever in her life fallen this low or fell from such grace as she had. She had no choice now but to be a good girl and howl on demand that she loved girlcock in between every single thrust until eventually she bust, came and sprayed her squirt all over the inside of her metal prison, twitching in miserable relief as the crushing shame of it all buried her like a landslide. But Sergina was not done. Rolling the broken girl over and gripping her ass with both hands, she made her beg "mistress" for her girl cum before howling in triumph and shooting load after hot, sticky load deep into her anal cavity. There was no womb there to impregnate but there was something even better to claim: Dusk's soul. Ensuring every last drop was deposited, she reapplied Maris's plug and slapped Dusk hard on the ass to send her sniveling back to her mistress with another girl's cum filling her ass. Dusk sobbed as she went, despite the relief of her orgasm. This was anew low, borne out of stupidity, weakness, lust and a sadistically devious mind for exploitation. But at least she had Sergin's word that Maris wouldn't find out about exactly what was said. For whatever that was worth.
Maris (Classic, RP mode) - 12 days Dusk had been in chastity. 12 long... dry... endless... torturous days. True, she had had some unsatisfying, aggravating chastity orgasms in that time, but her pussy was screaming for attention, unable to understand why she hadn't been touching it. To say she was desperate for sex would be putting it mildly. She was practically gnawing her arms to stumps, sweating precum from every pore on her body. Maris looked down at her submissive, totally compliant kitten and smiled, pleased at her work. She had broken down this proud, fierce queen into the softest, most malleable putty imaginable with the minimum of effort. She had simply locked her, and patiently allowed the belt to do the work for her. Now it was time to finish this an take the final step in claiming her kitten.
Dusk was all too eager to crawl after her mistress, no hesitation and no defiance, taking no risks at upsetting her and having this torture device on any longer. Maris stripped her naked, except for the belt, her kitten ear headband and the kitty tail butt plug. Any thoughts of complaint immediately vanished from Dusk's brain when Maris dropped her skirt to reveal to one thing guaranteed to ensure Dusk's total compliance: her personal strap-on. Desperate to please, desperate to curry favour, Dusk dutifully adopted pet poses, on her knees with her "paws" raised, meowing on command whilst Maris photographed her, crooning about how adorable and cute she looked. Dusk knew full well that these pictures would be circulated around everyone, ensuring that all knew who was in charge between them now. But she didn't care. Crawling on all fours, meowing and shaking her tail as directed, she finally, FINALLY earned release from the belt, sobbing in relief as Maris removed it, her pussy singing in joy at its liberation.
A few tickles here and there and Dusk was a jibbering wreck, leaking freely for Maris's fingers and utterly without any fight in her at all. Maris was easly able to make her beg for her strappy cock before delivering exactly what Dusk had craved for the last week and a half. Dusk howled in joy, moaning in between gratified thanks. But Maris was patient, constantly mixing up her pace and position to edge her pet with expert precision, building her up to a truly titanic edge; one that was sure to break the poor gil's mind entirely. Stopping periodically, she made Dusk beg more and more, before building her up to and absolutely massive...
...denial. Pulling out entirely, she left Dusk howling forlornly, sobbing into the bed sheets mournfully. Again, Mars made her beg. Only this time, she wasn't accepting just the word "please". Dusk caved in entirely, howling promise after promise to be her kitten forever, to have the collar locked on permanently, to always, always be her good girl. Smirking in delight, Maris took a marker pen and wrote on her that she belonged to her now. Then she pulled the tail plug out of Dusk's ass, filling it with her straon instead as she fucked her back up to her edge in whichever hole she cared to choose. But this was about giving Dusk the sweetest possible end to her dry period: of flooding her simple, broken brain with pleasure sensations that she would always associate with her mistress. So she pulled out, went back into her pussy and fucked her hard and fast face-down prone until the squeals became howls and Dusk simply evaporated beneath her is squealing frenzy of twitching limbs and shuddering convulsions.
Cumming harder than she ever had in her life, Dusk was in pure and total rapture, 1 days of abstinence ending in nuclear fashion. But as she returned to consciousness, she was awakening in a different world: one in which she was no longer free and independent and in charge of her own destiny. What was said could not be unsaid, especially since she had meant it with every fibre of her being in the moment. This collar was not coming off any more. there would be no more friendly competition for dominance. Maris had won. She was top redhead now. And Dusk? Dusk was her pet kitten, now and forever. Just to make sure that any would-be usurper-mistresses like Sergina knew it, Maris wrote all over her ass and lower back that Dusk's ass was now the exclusive property of Mistress Maris and pushed a discrete plug inside to ensure that it was reserved only for her personal use. Dusk sighed and curled into her mistress's embrace, snuggling into her warmth as she wallowed in post-orgasmic bliss. She could finally stop pretending that she was a domme and accept that just sometimes, there was peace to be found in surrender. Especially when it was to one as beautiful and caring as her mistress.
Psyko (TWR, arena match (Empress Club). T.W.A.T match, win) - Now released from chastity, Dusk woke, as if from a subby dream into a new world. A world in which she was no longer top redhead. A world in which she was no longer free. A world in which everyone was sniggering behind her back about her being Maris’s kitten. Dismayed at the loss of respect, Dusk vowed to prove to one and all that yes, collared she may be, but she was still the same furious force she had ever been.
First in line to snigger at her about how weak she was was Psyko. The Blue Banner was always delighted whenever a pinkie faltered, and Dusk was far from the exception, despite being the love of his life. He would make an excellent statement to everyone else to shut up and show some respect: no way was she going to take any shit from him! There was just one problem. The Destroyer was still in Sergina’s possession and without it, she was emasculated. She would have to do this the old-fashioned way and make the Blue Bitch squeal.
Still laughing and mocking her, Psyko was quick to get to work, looking to take advantage of her diminished stature and claim an easy win. This was far from an easy fight. Dusk met him head-on and the two grappled and danced across the ring and over the mat, vying for top position as they jostled and struggled against each other. Hold reversals and gruelling tests of strength: it looked fairly even initially as they both gave as good as they got. But Dusk was determined not to end up the butt of “weak pinkie” gloating and turned the corner, wearing Psyko down until he stripped her nude and fingered her just to try and stop her onslaught.
Once the clothes were off, the sexfighting started immediately, Psyko trying to dominate his girlfriend and prove that he could take whatever he wanted from her, without fear that the Destroyer would cut him down to size. But during round one, who should wander in but Segina herself! And she had said strapon with her. Seeing that Psyko was running his mouth about blue supremacy, and seeing that Dusk meant to silence the chauvinistic bullshit, she spotted a chance for mischief and returned it to her owner… free of charge! Albeit temporarily.
The second round started and Psyko’s face dropped to see the infamous strapon and instrument of his downfall around the waist of a smirking Lady Dusk. But somehow, when she got it in his ass, it lacked its usual potency. No matter what she tried, it just didn’t seem to paralyse him the way it normally did. She tried numerous positions as he gloated about his stamina… until eventually she had him on his back, hand stroking his cock. He was unable to resist and squirted cum all over himself. But still she pounded and stroked, sneering “who’s weak now?” as she made him scream and tap out immediately after cumming.
Not wanting to abandon hope and pride, Psyko rallied and got his cock inside her, trying to fuck his way back to glory. Dusk knew she had the lead and smiled, defying his attempts to dominate her, making him more determined to subjugate her as he went all out and fucked her as wildly as he could, trying to put an end to her squeals of “good boy” as if he were doing it all for her benefit. The ultimate emasculation came when he succeeded in breaking her and fucking her to orgasm, only for her to squeal in delight, call him a good boy and declare that she gave him PERMISSION to make her cum! It might have seemed like condescension… except that she IMMEDIATELY rolled him over and, even whilst cumming herself, rode him irresistibly over the edge to end him in a stylish cowgirl domination. Even Psyko was forced to lie there with his cum dribbling out of her pussy and concede that maybe, just maybe, that chastity hadn’t made her that weak after all and that she was still the strongest pinky around.
Holly Johanson (Classic, loss) - Now free from chastity, Dusk looked back over her time under lock and key with an acute sense of horror. It had done funny things to her. Very funny indeed. made her behave in a way that was completely uncharacteristic, such as melting on the floor and begging anyone who would listen to please please help relieve some of the desperate tension behind the metal prison. One such person had been Holly, delighted to come across a lady Dusk who had been practically gnawing her own arms off in desperation to cum. She had obliged, obviously, applying a wand vibe to the chastity belt until Dusk had gratefully accepted an, admitedly frustrating and unsatisfying, orgasm at her hands.
Now she was free, Dusk needed to right a few wrongs and the first of which was to prove to this girl that such behaviour was absolutely not typical and was the result of chastity, plain and simple. She was a proud, dominant girl who wouldn't beg for ANYONE unless it was as the result of such clearly extraordinary circumstances. So she invited Holly to her flat with the promise of showing her just how irrisistably lusty and hot she was when she was free. Holly hadn't been in the door two seconds before Dusk dropped her robe, revealing her fully naked body and a smirk that dripped with lustful confidence. Holly feasted her eyes on her (especially on her unlocked pussy) and slowly stripped also, the air crackling with synergistic tension as the conducted foreplay warfare without even touching each other.
With Holly prowling over and laying Dusk down on her bed as she kissed her body all over, the real action began at last. The clothes fell away entirely and Dusk tried to assume control, fixing Holly dead in the eyes with her stare and telling her that she was in command. It was a technique that she would repeat again and again, but Holly was also out to prove that she was independent and alluring and free-spirited and so resisted Dusk's tests of willpower, never fully submitting to her authority and being told to behave. Indeed, she spotted the ropes barely hidden under Dusk's pillow and, sensing that they had been intended for her, attempted to defy Dusk by tying her down. The two giggled as if it were all sexy fun, but it was obvious that they really were vying for control as Dusk batted the ropes away insistently.
Once Dusk had managed to get her strapon into Holly's ass (a back-up strappy: the Destroyer was still with Sergina), she had considerably more authority and her repeated demands to submit started to gain traction. But Holly was on a mission and had come prepared with a familiar toy of her own. Yes, the same wand that she had vibed Dusk's belt with made its reappearance as she held it between them and pushed it into Dusk's pussy with her own. Dusk was immediately neutered, her fingers clenching as her body tightened around the overwhelming sensation. Now thoroughly in control, it was Holly who leaned in, told Dusk that she was no longer in charge, and ordered her to cum yet again on the same wand that hand humiliated her before. Dusk collapsed mentally and soon her spray was shooting forth as she wailed and orgasmed in spectacular fashion.
Momentarily stunned, Dusk was helpless as Holly chuckled and giggled at her. But Dusk did indeed have her steel back and was mortified to have been brought low by Holly's toy yet again. So snapping out of her daze, she took charge and fingered her to multiple edges, softening her will so that once again she could command her into obedience. This time, when Holly defied her, she backed it up with force, tangling her in those ropes and attaching the deactivated wand to her pussy. She jammed the control up as far as it would go and, with a malicious smirk, dangled her fingers over the on switch. Holly could see what was coming but was unable to wriggle free from the binds. When Dusk hit the power, she was blown apart by her own toy and gave Dusk a fleeting sense of revenge as she added her own juices to the slickened end of the vibrator.
With Holly climaxing, bound and with a vibrator tied to her clit, Dusk looked the very picture of dominance as she stared deep into her eyes and told her in no uncertain terms that she was done for the night and that she should simply submit to her. Holly sagged, compliance and submission etched into every line in her body. Dusk was free to sculpt her masterpiece of domination how, tying her high heeled shoe to her face so that when she came she would imprint her scent onto her mushed brain. All was perfect. But then the unthinkable happened. From this deep, dark hole, Holly found her fire, shrugged off Dusk's mental control and squirmed out of the ropes all in one moment! Dusk was stunned into complete paralysis as she gaped at this girl's unquashable spirit. So much so that Holly was able to use the ropes and pull the same stunt on Dusk that she had, tying that same wand to her inner thigh so that there was no escape ffrom it. Setting it to maximum, she stuck around long enough to see the glorious moment that Dusk broke entirely, surrendering another decisive orgasm onto the toy that what was quickly becoming her Kryptonite. Okay... she watched her squirm and writhe a bit in helpless desperation before cumming a third time as she slowly put her clothes back on. But then, with a kiss on Dusk's forehead, she left her flat, making sure to close the door behind and leave her to it. Dusk was beyond counting how many times she climaxed on that wand thoroughout the long, long night until the batteries mercifully ran out. But that infernal wand had been her downfall yet again. Now it was in her possession and she wasn't in a hurry to return it. There was only one person it was going to be used on now...
Aleda (Hentai, RP mode) - Some time ago, Aleda, the city's biggest rock star had met Dusk, one of the city's biggest wrestling stars and discovered that they had a shared love of heavy metal music. This had resulted in Dusk being invited to collaborate and star in one of Aleda's metal music videos. But Dusk had had a better idea and had roped in the Duskubus, who had engaged in a magic battle with Aleda. Okay... it may just possibly have resulted in Dusk taking a bolt of dark energy to the face and being once again possessed by the lustspawn creature... but it sure had made for a metal-as-fuck music video!
So much so, in fact, that Aleda had been nominated for a music award for it and had invited Dusk along as her plus one to attend the ceremony with her. The chance to get dressed up in a sexy neo-gothic long black dress and be on the arm of the world's most alluring metal princess whilst having the media spotlight shine on her in an elite event? Dusk leapt at the chance. Aleda picked her up in her private limo with an obscene amount of time to spare. It was almost as if she was planning for something...
With the inert and vacant body of the Duskubus in one seat (people would assume it was a life-like prop from the video), the pair, dressed to slay in their revealing black dresses and thigh-high nylon stockings, set off in the obscene luxury of Aleda's limo. Chilled champagne laid a carpet of comfort as they relaxed into the thrill and excitement of the upcoming evening. But the greatest attraction was not a glittering golden trophy: it was sitting right opposite Aleda sipping chamgagne. The air inside the car fizzed and crackled with unspoken sparks as they flirted outrageously with their eye lashes and tactical re-crossings of their stockinged legs. When their legs touched, it was clear that they were both on the same page, saying nothing, doing nothing, but letting the energy charge between them. But when Dusk saw the enticing bulge of Aleda's erection tent the dress between her legs, she could stand it no longer and breached the void to straddle and kiss her.
With their nylon legs rubbing together, these two hot, lustful women devoured one another, kissing deeply and peeling their expensive dresses off one another to reveal soft, yielding flesh beneath. Licking and kissing one another now naked save for their stockings, the pair cast a truly stunningly beautiful image in the rear of the car as they made out and drove each other to the peak of desire. With Dusk on her back, legs spread as she fingered herself and thumbed her nipple, Aleda leaned forward and rubbed the full length of her erection along her slit before sliding fully into a pussy that had rolled out the red carpet for it.
Both groaning in desire, Aleda made love to Dusk on the seat of her limo, the two of them locked in an embrace of pure passion as they took each other to heaven. They were both measuring their pace, enjoying every last second. But when the car's tyre hit a speed bump, Aleda's gock was driven unexpectedly deep. Both girls gasped in disbelief as the sensation tipped them both over the edge and they mutually climaxed, wailing in orgasmic bliss as Dusk came on her pulsating cock as it bust and pumped a loving load deep inside her.
The two simply lay, suspended in bliss as they basked in the warm, soothing afterglow of their coital romp. Most of all, Dusk was, in this moment, utterly transfixed by the sight of Aleda's nylon-clad legs as they writhed across hers. God damn, they were just the most sexy sight! Catching her gaze, Aleda taunted by sitting fully on top of her and pushing them into her face to kiss. As one used to vying for positions of sexual control, to Dusk it felt like a being dominated in a wrestling ring. And it was so damned arousing. There was no use denying it: thanks to Sophia and Bia, nothing made her subbier than being taken by a girl cock. So she played along gleefully and begged Aleda to use the remaining journey time to its fullest. Aleda was more than a little surprised to see such a fearsome champion wrestler submitting so easily to her but, with a lewd smirk, she obliged.
On all fours, her cheek pressed into the carpet of her limo, Dusk looked back at Aleda with her ass in the air, marveling as the stunning beauty took her from behind with that gorgeous gock. Aleda was on cloud nine as she pushed her feet into the face of one of the city's greatest female wrestlers and dominated her as she pounded her deeply and passionately. Soon they were both groaning on the edge, barely holding on. But an errant pot hole jolted the car again. Once again Aleda's cock was plunged to its high-water mark, sending Dusk spiraling into a hard orgasm. As her pussy convulsed and constrained around it, Aleda's cock breached again and she pumped a second hot, wet passionate load into her deepest regions. Giggling with each other, they made sure to dress and straighten their hair in plenty of time to reach the ceremony. But as Dusk pulled up her panties and smoothed her dress, it was with the knowledge that the cameras would not see the double load of cum that she was wearing on her insides: that was they shared, private secret.
Martin Head (TWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, win) - T.W.A.T debutant Martin Head was new to the scene, looking for some big game experience under his belt to secure his position in the faction. Lady Dusk, despite victory upon return to the ring, was still on shaky ground reputation-wise. She was looking to re-establish herself as one of the ring's top dommes as she welcomed the novice between the ropes.
Martin started out full of promise as he took a physical, competative match to her. But the gulf of experience was clear from the start when he started having problems with her legs that crushed and controlled him. He did have a size and strength advantage on his side and tried to use it to bully her. But Dusk wasn't about to be backed into a corner and so lashed out at his balls to keep him obedient and honest. A last-ditch attempt at subduing her came in the form of a suplex, but Dusk kept her cool and ensured that the move ended up with her on top of him, despite the pain.
As soon as she did, his game plan started unravelling at accelerated speeds. With her tits in his face, he started to succumb to his desire and Dusk spotted it immediately. Not one to let a blatant weakness go unpunished, she rubbed her ass and pussy all over his face, targeting his libido as she did by making exaggerated sex noises. When he stripped her pussy bare, she simply carried on, rendering him powerless and melted as she edged his cock over and over and over again with her soft hand until he tapped out to avoid certain doom. The ref had seen enough and declared that the sex round was already well and truly in progress. Mounting him, Dusk thrusted only five times with her hips: more than enough to finish the job her hand had started.
With the satisfaction of having forced his cream pie, the outcome of the match looked like a foregone conclusion. Still, Dusk remained unsatisfied as she arm barred him and told him to stroke himself back to hardness or else she would break his arm off. With his cock erect once more, Dusk slid it in and enjoyed him, taking the luxury of relaxing and letting him fuck her to a pleasurable orgasm. But despite this, she was seeking a dominant victory. So with style she straddled him, lined his cock up on her pussy and finished him with a single plunging stroke down his shaft. He ruptured once more and pumped a load deep inside her to seal her victory, after which she lifted off him, waggled her ass in his face with cum dripping out of her and welcomed him into the faction.
Belle (LWR, arena match, Ultimate Surrender match, loss) - The rivalry with Belle was as old as Lady Dusk's career itself and, although they had found common ground, they loved nothing more than getting one over on each other in the ring. However, it had been months and months since their last clash, maybe even a year. A rematch between the two was long overdue.
When they met again, it was in a new sphere for Lady Dusk. Making her Ultimate Surrender debut, she donned her bikini and stepped into the rubberised room, not knowing exactly how the scoring system worked but reasoning that it was just wrestling and sex after all, right? Indeed, she started very positively and assertively, securing some early points as she started hot by holding Belle down and getting to work on her pussy. And when she locked her in a Twilight Twist, it looked for all the world as though she was stepping up into a blowout debut in this new competition.
Unfortunately, despite her somewhat sporadic record in Ultimate Surrender, Belle was a seasoned veteran at it and knew a hell of a lot more about what she was doing. Biding her time, she waited until Dusk's guard was down and then exercised a period of complete domination, keeping her under control and keeping the fingers swirling to consistently rack up the points and build a truly insurmountable lead. Because Belle knew how to play the time limit and that ultimately, the difference was decided on points, not orgasms. Edging and pleasuring, she put the contest well beyond contention before pinning a naked Dusk into the corner with her ass and fingering her into subjugation.
By the time Dusk realised that the match was lost, she was fighting back on her frustration. Defeated, sure. But broken? Absolutely not. Dusk managed to rally to a late surge and prove to Belle and everyone else that she was no weak little pushover. Fighting for pride, she made a late comeback, using the waning minutes to pin Belle and fingered her relentlessly. As the dying seconds bled away, she was rewarded with Belle's orgasm, netting her a huge consolation points bonus that flattered the scoreline and made the result look a lot closer than in fact it was. But it was too late. The referee promptly announced Belle the winner. But with her laying on the mat, gasping in her own juices, she certainly didn't look like one.
Vanessa Velvet (LWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, loss) - The last time Lady Dusk had been in the ring with Vanessa Velvet it had been during Vanessa's match with Roya. Vanessa had invited spectators into the ring to help her dominate her fellow countrywoman but a mischievous Dusk had had other ideas. Gripping Vanessa in a full nelson, she had restrained her and helped Roya fuck her into an orgasmic defeat.
Now they stood toe-to-toe in the ring again and, although Dusk seemed to have forgotten the whole thing as she beamed and smiled cheerily, Vanessa most certainly hadn't. The moment the bell rang, The Lioness set about exacting her revenge, wasting no pleasantries in being intense and exacting as she went all-guns-blazing and gave Dusk a rude awakening with a deadly Boston crab. Dusk was immediately shaken free from her fuzzy reverie and shot back with deadly holds of her own and the crowd were treated to the sight of two elite champion-callibre wrestlers going full throttle at each other. Dusk's experience was winning out as she pummeled and battered the Lioness with high-flying moves but took a kicking in the process as Vanessa hit her right back with power slams and back breakers. It was all even and all to play for as they dispensed with the seduction and looked to smash each other into submission in a smash mouth physical brawl.
Dusk pulled ahead and started to wear down her opponent, thanks to her signature Twilight Twist: a move which Vanessa had never experienced before and had no answer to. It was a grueling, brutal moment as she was bent round in a hoop, screaming for release. But Vanessa would not quit and would not go quietly. She fought her way back into the match, sending Dusk's head spinning with a ruthless clothesline and leg drop that knocked the wind out of Dusk and saw her crawling away to safety. But Dusk was wily and twist suckered Vanessa into dropping her guard with a display of hopelessness before springing her trap. On one of these occasions, it was straight into another Twilight Twist!
But Dusk could feel herself losing her composure and, when she took a moment to get a hold of herself, Vanessa struck back. hard. Dusk was looking set to secure a win after building a dominant, insurmountable lead. But Vanessa wasn't laying down and would roar to the last. Disconcerted and reeling, Dusk looked to seal the deal with a third Twilight Twist, given how effective it had been. But Vanessa was ready for it and, with a fist between the legs, both escaped and laid Dusk out, primed for a Boston crab: the move that she would start and finish the finght with. Dusk endured seconds of leg-wrenching agony before frantically tapping out to the amazement of the crowd, all while the Lioness rubbed and patted the pussy that she had just defeated and claimed. Perhaps the most physical, grueling LWR match the arena had ever seen... and the Lioness had out-roared the kitten.
Memories of the betrayal with Roya still lingered in Vanessa's head. There was no way she would leave Dusk's reputation intact after that. So she fastened the velvet strapon around her waist and got to getting her own back. Slamming her hips forward as hard as she could, she violently entered her fallen opponent, immediately eradicating any thoughts of bratty defiance. Power fucked into the floor, Dusk crumbled at the sight of this sexy, powerful, victorious woman having her way with her and pleaded her with her "fuck me" eyes. Vanessa smirked in delight at seeing exactly what she wanted and transferred Dusk to the ropes to continue pounding her, making her plead and beg as she edged her and then pulled out. Only when suitable contrition had been shown did she exert her power and drive Dusk over the edge. Dusk stared wide-eyed at herself on the big screen, fucked in the ropes to a mind-sundering climax as she squirted and sprayed all over the velvet strapon and her conqueror. Vanessa, payback meted out, calmed down and took her friendly rival in her arms, carrying her away so that they could enjoy a much softer and more pleasant evening together.
Sophia (hentai, RP mode) - Taking a break from the ring, Lady Dusk sought the company of her beautiful girlfriend Sophia, looking for a snuggly time between the sheets. Sophia was delighted at getting to spend some more time with her girlfriend again, especially seeing as, more often than not, it ended with Dusk pinned below her, looking adorable as she was pinned down and made to beg for her gock, moments before being filled to the brim with kittens. Dusk knew this too and, in a subby mood, was in the market for being bred by her wonderful futa lover. So, reclining on the bed in just her bra, she heaved her kegel muscles and ejected the protective slime, taking the safety off her womb for Sophia.
Sophia was treated to the sight of a subby Dusk spreading her legs, pussy wide open and asking to be bred. She didn't need much encouragement. Lots of teasing and anticipation followed, in which she showed off her bulge before releasing the gock right in front of her. One mighty spanking later and Dusk was a hot, wet, needy mess, submissively nuzzling and kissing her feet as she begged for her to enter her. With relish, Sophia obliged, making Dusk watch herself in a mirror as she was entered and pleasured with the long, hard length of her gock as she passionately screwed her into heavenly bliss.
This was not about a contest of sexual stamina. This was not about seeing who could out-fuck the other. No. This was about Sophia dumping load after load into Dusk's womb and driving her out of her mind with sexual glee over and over again. There was no resistance at all as Dusk bent forward and offered herself to her lover, who grunted at flooded her womb with fertile semen, a broad grin on her face. They were both in the market for kittens, though and so weren't going to be satisfied with just one cream pie. Sophia, still hard, carried on, parting Dusk with her mighty meat until she was squealing and howling in delight, cumming messily on the end of the gock.
This party was just getting started though and the pair went on like this several more times, rutting like horny kitties as Sophia dominantly held down her lover, spread her legs, bared her pussy and passionately bred her three times, pumping load after load into her womb until there was nothing left to give. Dusk was beyond caring, driven out of her mind in wave after wave of orgasmic euphoria until at last the pair were spent. Dusk, belly swollen and pussy leaking, had been comprehensively fertilised. Sophia grinned down at the mighty, cute, fiery girl that yet again she had claimed and filled, wondering what manner of cuteness she would produce this time.
The following day, once the dust had settled and Dusk was the size of a small camper van, Sophia asked whether Dusk had ever thought about revenge and returning the favour. When Dusk said that she lacked the equipment (Kichi's reversible slime somewhat lacked some of the punch of Sophia's gock), Sophia confided that she had a magic ring that she used to summon hers. Then, as a gift, she magically made a copy and presented it to Dusk. Dusk's eyes twinkled with mischief. She had once had a cock before, a long time ago. This was going to be fun... once the kittens were born, that is.
Makayla (LWR, arena match, win) - After a long period of time away, Lady Dusk returned to the ring, still without her fabled Destroyer but with a desire to brush off the cobwebs and reassert herself as a dominant force in the scene. Up against her was a sexy young rookie: just the sort of warmup match she needed to flex her muscles and get back into the swing.
Makayla proved to be an eager and impulsive girl, trying to pin Dusk before the match had even begun. At first, Dusk found it cute as she subdued her and told her to show respect for her elders by making her kiss her boots. And indeed it was amusing when she fought and went straight for her pussy, forcing Dusk to keep her out of mischief with a ceiling hold. But the more it went on, the more testy Dusk became at the defiance of the brat and her inability to accept her place. Still without her signature strapon, Dusk deployed one of her many back up toys and entered the rookie, believing a swift, hard doggy fuck would take the brat right out of her.
It seemed to work. Makayla seemed to be weak to being fucked. But as Dusk relaxed, safe in the knowledge that she had control, the rookie struck, burying her tongue in Dusk's pussy. After so long away from the ring, Dusk had not been able to build up her resilience and so, with some horror, she broke and surrendered an embarrassing climax that took the fight right out of her and left her gasping and panting, head spinning as she continued to be dominated by the less experienced girl.
When she finally came around, Dusk was determined to prove that she wouldn't be outdone and so pulled the exact same trick, hoisting Makayla onto the top ropes and publicly forcing an oral orgasm out of her in an “anything you can do...” moment. But STILL the rookie refused to learn her place, forcing Rusk to smother her in her ass. With Makayla seeming to be tamed, Dusk gloated and relaxed as she pulled her head into her pussy. Taming g this brat was exhausting and she wanted her to get used to servicing her new queen. But the brattiness was strong and, whether deliberately or not, Makayla ignored Dusk's command to stop, keeping licking until Dusk was flat on her back and heaving yet another incredulous orgasm!
She could have laid down right there, wallowed in despair and wondered where it had all gone so wrong. But no way! She wasn't going to settle for a subby loss. She picked herself up and, raging with frustration, threw the rookie down and fucked the brat right out of her. Hard. No, it wasn't the Destroyer, but Dusk was just as good with the back up strappy, not stopping until she had taken Makayla's orgasm and the win. Still feeling foolish for how close this had become, Dusk decided to teach the youngster a lesson and so leashed her, gagged her and bound her, leaving her as a helpless puppet in the ring before blowing a kiss and walking out, leaving her helpless in the ring and telling her to let this be a lesson: if you have a shot at a queen, make sure you take it and finish the job!
Lola (TBR, arena match, loss) - Coming back from a long hiatus, Lady Dusk stepped into the boxing ring with total rookie, Lola. Dusk felt like it would be the perfect practise match to warm herself back up to fighting form. And it seemed that over-eager Lola was making the rookie mistake of burning herself out early as she went all-out with little or no thought to her defense or energy conservation.
The first time she knocked Dusk down, she bounced straight back to her feet, shrugging it off as a slip. The second time, she wasn't able to recover with quite the same sprightliness, taking noticeably longer to get back up. But she did feel sure that Lola had depleted herself and that now she could exert her experience to control the youngster, punishing her. She may have missed her shot, because Lola hit her down a third time, and this time there was no way back.
Knocked out, Dusk was humiliated by a rookie in her debut fight. No matter, she could still salvage her pride and take back control by defying her in the prize round, right? Wrong. Lola kept the veteran firmly under control as she fingered her to a humiliating orgasm to assert her complete disrespect and dominance over the so-called veteran fighter.
David (TBR, arena match, loss) - After such a humbling loss to rookie Lola, Dusk was keen to hit the ring again and repair the damage to her reputation before chatter about her being past her prime got out of hand. David was looking to empty a satisfying load into this redhead ring beauty and so put up stiff resistance. Dusk was determined though and fought hard, giving as good as she got.
Feeling that he couldn't just outpunch her, David got creative and found new ways to control her. Dusk was shocked when he gripped her round the middle and lifted her up, incredulous at the breach of rules and not about to take that lying down. A swift knee to the midriff put a stop to that and dropped him to the floor with her on top of him, raining blows on his head. The ref tried to pull her off but she broke away and straddled him again, hitting his face and rubbing his cock with her knee.
The ref forced them apart and told them to get with the rules, at which point they entered a battle of attrition, in which they both hammered body blows on each other. Dusk prevailed and overwhelmed his abs. The count only got to 4 before David was back on his feet, prompting some grudging respect from Dusk, though not enough to stop her hitting his chest again to dump him to the floor a second time. This time, it was harder for him to stand, but when he did, he flashed out with a blast right between her eyes. She went down like a starfish, clearly knocked clean out before she even hit the mat. David was treated to the wonderful sight of her laying flat out, unmoving for the whole of the 10 count, soaking up the sight of his prize.
With her still groggy and dazed, David wasted zero time in whipping down his shorts and force-feeding her his cock, fucking her mouth even as she came around. After slapping it on her face and getting her to lick his balls, she was determined to teach this punk a lesson and so went all-out to try and blow his mind with everything she had. But her rebellion backfired and when he gripped her head she became his pleasure toy until she nearly passed out again. Stripping her bottoms, he had further fun by entering her and crushing her rebellious spirit slowly as he fucked her deep against the ropes. Waiting until she had succumbed to him, he let loose and filled her up with a cream pie, ignoring her protests and then finishing her off with an orgasm of her own so that she was left in no u certainty that she had been conquered this night.
Emilian (TWR, arena match, win) - Dusk's return from hiatus had been nothing short of disastrous. Still struggling to find that elusive win, she hung up her gloves and returned to more familiar territory to build her confidence: the wrestling ring. A fresh-faced femboy rookie stood against her but she had learned not to be dismissive after what had happened with Lola.
Her caution proved to be well justified. Emilian turned out to be a confident and highly proficient wrestler, matching her intensity as he slammed her repeatedly into the mat. At first, she kept pace with him, hanging on to bring him down with her. But there was only so much she could take and soon he was leaving her in his dust. Not one to be deterred, she head scissored him, forcing him to try and choke her off him as they entered a deafly duel of attrition in each other's legs. Dusk was sure no one could withstand her grip but he did, forcing them to mutually end the stalemate and release each other simultaneously.
In the moments that followed, Emilian whipped off Dusk's outfit, and stripped her naked, prompting her to push him down and ride his cock. Such was his shock that he could feel a premature ejaculation surging within him and tapped out desperately to avoid it. Having had a moment to recover and collect himself, he set his own pace, easily controlling himself as he bent her over and gave it to her from behind. Dusk was all over the place now, pinned down and doing anything she could to scrabble for a fingerhold of control as he thrust her through the ropes and spanked her into submission.
But right when things looked certifiably hopeless for her, she miraculously found her inner drive and held on, pulling off a miracle resist that swung the match back in her favour. He was looking to hear two words from her. “NO WAY!” probably wasn't it. As he reeled in alarm, she took the initiative and pushed him over the edge, emptying his balls with her soft hand as the crowd erupted like his swollen cock at the thrilling turn around. Emilian was no soft touch though and had an inner fire of his own. He made sure to pull Dusk down onto his mouth and finish the job he had started, making her quiver and burst all over his face as the orgasm was made almost mutual.
This thrilling battle was not yet in the books and the pair dug deep to find their hidden reserves of energy as they entered the final act. It was tense back-and-forth action but, trapped under her pussy, he tapped out again. Dusk was sure he was melting to her, but no. It just sparked his desire to win even more. It was neck-and-neck as they ground each other down until Dusk mounted him, desperate for it to end one way or the other. It transpired that her stamina was greater than his as he groaned, squirmed and burst inside her. Finally, she was rewarded with the triumphant feeling of him erupting inside her and stood up to let him see his defeat spilling out of her. But this had been a hard-fought win. Exactly the sort of tense battle that she had needed.
Aby (TWR, arena match, TWAT intergender title match, loss - Now back for real, and following a thrilling battle with Emillian, Dusk was thrust back into the lime light as she was matched against big-hitter Aby for the T.W.A.T's Intergender Title. Dusk had come up against this top-tier opponent before and knew that he had serious caliber but she felt ready to take him on in this championship clash.
Predictably enough, it was a titanic clash from the outset; one to thrill the audience as Aby smashed her into the mat repeatedly with suplexes, only for Dusk to showcase her tenacity and guile by lifting him over her shoulders in a torture rack as he looked to capitalise on taking her down. After hitting him with a suplex of her own, the duel was on as they ground each other down in an extensive, grueling ground battle. To the crowd, nothing much seemed to be happening but the pair were locked in a mortal chess match as they counter-grappled each other into exhaustion, following the explosively athletic start to the match.
After a breathless age of gripping and writhing and pressing each other down in their quest for dominance, both were displaying very obvious signs of fatigue and arousal. So as the genitals inevitably found mouths, the duel became a sexual one as the pair 69d their way into the second round. Arguably, Aby had come off worse in the opening round. But gaining an advantage had taken a toll on Dusk and she found herself pinned and licked to orgasm, twisting the match round firmly in favour of the champion.
Not giving her chance to pause and collect herself, Aby displayed his champion ruthlessness by throwing her straight down and pressing his advantage with a cock in the pussy. Discombobulated, Dusk was left breathless and hapless as she struggled to focus or steady her spinning head. Things were unravelling fast for her as she was unable to prevent Aby from doing exactly what he wanted. But perhaps he was a little TOO sure of himself, dumping an early cream pie into her as he fucked her over the ropes. It was a dominant orgasm, for sure... but one that counted against him.
Now Dusk was able to work her way back into the match, returning fire. Aby, however was a stallion of a fighter: a wily, stubborn warrior who would take a lot to bring down, as well she knew from her previous encounters with him. He resisted her attempts to control him and hit back, pounding her to a second orgasm on the mat. But Dusk was a former champion herself and so rose from the post-orgasmic ashes to fight on, vowing out loud that she would never give in voluntarily.
This sounded like a challenge to Aby and so he sought to crush and break her. He kept on pounding her through her orgasm until she was so comatose that the referee declared her to have involuntarily tapped out. Aby simply used his free minute to fuck her face and display his disdain and power over her. Now back to her senses, she knew she had to take desperate shots and so spent the last of her energy, powered by adrenaline alone now, to get him on his back and grind his cock, hoping to force a cum-tap to seal the match. But he displayed the heart of a true champion, holding on to defy her! But when he put her on the ropes again to capitalise, defiant Dusk thrust herself back onto him in a desperate Kamikaze move that did indeed breach him and force him to spurt a second cream pie into her pussy.
Both fighters were running on empty by now. Aby should have been finished off by his second climax but, just like Dusk, he refused to go quietly. Ignoring his own cream pie oozing from her, he plunged heedlessly into her pussy with his tongue and the very last of his strength, sealing the win and another title defense as she brought her to a third climax which, quite frankly, was impossible for ANYONE to come back from. Five orgasms in one match: this had been a true clash of champions.
Romantic (Hentai tournament round 1, win) - Thanks to their respectively hectic timetables, Lord Romantic and Lady Dusk had not been able to spend a lot of time in each other's beds of late. But a rare mutual window in their schedules had opened up like Dusk's legs and they leapt at the chance to inflame each other. Alone in Roma's bedroom, Dusk draped herself lithely across his pillows, putting on a truly irresistible display of allure that enticed him to crawl over her and slowly, sensually peel away the layers of her clothing. Turned on beyond belief, Dusk enjoyed the feeling of melting under his smouldering gaze, feeling wonderfully submissive to this powerful and debonair man.
But deep inside her, The Duskubus was stirring. And as she looked out through Dusk's eyes, she saw Lord Romantic, the same man who she had tried to kidnap and ransom long ago before she was cast into exile. She had promised to be good and listen to her more human side, it was true. But at the same time, there was unfinished business and the demon side of her was unable to leave alone the unresolved itch of a contest with this powerful mortal man.
Dusk could feel the swell of the Duskubus rising within her and struggled to keep her down, even as she struggled to playfully wrestle with her lover. It was a distraction too much and her control slipped, allowing the lustspawn creature to usurp her control of her own body and cast her consciousness down into the depths of her soul instead! Lord Romantic immediately understood what had happened as soon as his lover opened her eyes to reveal the telltale pink glow and started talk about proving herself superior to her frail mortal host.
Romantic was immediately concerned for Katrina and knew he had to outdo this usurper. But The Duskubus channeled her dark powers and summoned ethereal binds around his neck, hands and legs that held him down. Romantic was a mighty and superior manwith legendary stamina who ensured that the demoness was paid back in kind for every thrust she took on him, saying that Katrina was superior and would never resort to such tricks. The Duskubus snapped her fingers and released him, saying that she did not need such conjuring to break him, immediately plunging down onto him to trigger his orgasm and prove her point. But her moment of triumph soon faded as he kept his cock hard and, displaying the full extent of his stamina, wiped the smirk off her face with a colossal orgasm right back.
Incredulous that such a feat was possible, The Duskubus asked what sort of sorcery he was capable of. The answer stunned both her and Katrina, who was watching through her eyes: he said it was the power of love itself. The Duskubus hesitated, her demonic instincts faltering under the influence of her humanity. Romantic took control, looking to weaken and usurp her control to allow his lover to return. But The Duskubus pressed on, proud and unable yet to concede inferiority to a mortal. When Romantic doubled his demands for her to do the right thing and asked why she broke her vow in the first place, there was a startling confession. She said that she had to win "To prove to her... to you... to myself... that I am not a feeble creature, weighed down by the weakness of mortal flesh and the stain of demonic taint. That there is something redeemable in me after all!" Shocked by the fragility and humanity of this seemingly impassive creature, Romantic saw something undefinable in her eyes as he conceded defeat to her and allowed her to feel the joy of triumph, cumming hard inside her yet again. The Duskubus asked why he would do such a thing. His response? That he loved everything about Katrina. And the Duskubus? She was a part of Katrina too.
Now warmed by such kindness, The Duskubus smiled and thanked him as she graciously ceded control of the body back to Dusk, telling her that she understood entirely what she saw in this man. She apologised for overstepping her boundary and ruining this rare and precious evening. But before she went, she channeled her magic one final time, re-energising Romantic's cock to keep his balls full and shaft hard all night long. Lady Dusk had heard every word that had been said and, warmed and loved by them, settled in for a long, steamy, sensual night with her lover and most wonderful master.
Golden Pink Killer (LWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, win) - Awar had begun in the T.W.A.T. It was face versus heel and questionably-gendered wrestler The Golden Pink Killer was looking to take an early high-profile scalp to start the scoring and prove her worth to the heels. Lady Dusk giggled. Who did he... uhhh SHE think she was? No way was Dusk going to give up an opening victory.
The GPK's period of dominance lasted... ooooo... all of... maybe twelve seconds? Having ripped at her top in the opening moments, she was then buried under a veritable landslide of domination as Dusk dug deep into her play book and unloaded every single exotic hold, choke and submission hold that her dark, sadistic imagination had ever cooked up. It started with an immediate Twilight Twist to set the tone and it never let up from there. A vicious kick between the legs and the fight went right out of her, allowing a sweetly giggling Lady Dusk to totally dismantle her in one hold to another, trapping her in a world of pain as she told her to make it easy on herself and just...give...in.
To her credit, The GPK didn't. No, she held on in there through an unwavering tirade of abuse, always believing that she could reverse the fortunes of the match. It did seem as though Dusk was getting carried away, high on the arousing feeling of domination, and when rubbed in the crotch, the moans of pleasure were very easy to tease from her. Dusk smothered her in the corner with her ass, only for the GPK to find what she though was the Destroyer and push it into her to fight back. It wasn't, of course. Sergina still had that. This was a back-up strappy. But it would prove to play a starring role in the match. Once the clothes were off, a wet and horny Dusk told her to "get down and dirty like the crowd wants." Just what the GPK wanted to hear. A swift doggy fucking from her cock and it looked as though she was back in the driving seat. But Dusk pulled her away, before spotting a beautiful girl, Ame, sitting in the crowd with a truly mouth-watering cock bulging between her legs. Calling out that if she won, she would let Ame show GPK what a REAL gock could do, she fought on, determined to cuck her opponent in victory.
Now with even more renewed purpose, she dry humped GPK from behind, making her wait for the real thing as she slapped her hips into her arse and bounced her head off the ring post with each thrust. GPK was reeling in arousal, and, after choking her a little more into submission, Dusk finally strapped up and gave her the real thing hard in her arse. GPK howled and moaned, barely holding on. And when Dusk crushed her arms whilst simultaneously sucking her cock, that was the moment that she FINALLY broke under the extreme pressure she had been put under all match and tapped out, pleading mercy. Dusk smiled sweetly and said of course she would show mercy... by giving her what she clearly enjoyed. Face down, GPK was anally fucked once more, howling and moaning helplessly.
With her opponent stricken beneath her and the result of the match clearly written, Dusk got creative. Unfastening the strapon, she plugged GPK's arse with it, leaving the straps dangling as a sign of her total dominance and instead switched to a blowjob, taking her to the very edge, red-faced and breathless and with her cock swollen and purple with desperation. It was a truly arousing sight. So much so that Dusk edged herself with her fingers, teasing GPK with the idea that she might just cum first. But no. She was after a perfect flawless and ensured that she got it, finishing GPK in spectacular style by pumping the strapon plug in and out of her ass whilst her mouth delivered the coup-de-grace and made her burst messily into her mouth.
With her opponent finished off and in a mix of agony and bliss, Dusk had sealed a perfect 100-0 LP win. All that was left was to satisfy her own enjoyment. So she lay across GPK and invited Ame into the ring, as promised. Smirking with excitement, Ame unleashed a truly impressive gock and pushed it slowly inside Dusk. It was so big that the simple sensation of being entered finished Dusk's edge completely and she shuddered to a squealing climax just on the initial thrust! Looking down lustfully, she saw that she was impaled on a fresh gock and that Ame hadn't even started. So, relaxing in blissful triumph, she reclined and let her fuck her satisfactorily on top of her disgraced opponent.
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