ON HOLIDAY!! (Slow replies, no schedules. Will defend LWR title in MM when I can.)
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!"
(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
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: 67-36
LWR: 51-26-2
TBR: 7-8
Official league matches only. Competitive matches that were RPd as training or informal are not counted.
Title Match Record:
TWR: 15-9
LWR: 18-5-2
T.W.A.T Intergender title: 0-1
T.W.A.T Ladies' title: 2-0
EFWC Hardcore championship: 3-1
EFWC Championship: 0-1
GOTH: 0-1
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:
Aby (TWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, EWFC Night of Dominance match, win) - The Night of Dominance mini-league event was in full swing. It was a chance for Dusk to prove she was a resilient corrupter of hearts and one of the powerhouses of the EFWC. Following her disastrous defeat at the hands of Deep, she had lost ground in the competition. She had a lot to prove to get the campaign back on track and to show she was the dominant force in mixed wrestling. Her opponent this time would not be easy, however: the last time she had faced Aby had been when he had converted her to the heel team in the Legions of the Twilight event, coming from way behind to overturn a huge deficit and snatch an assured victory from her. Such a massive collapse would be mentally hard to overcome, especially since this was a submission-only match and that she couldn't simply wank her way to victory.
Aby was confident following the previous encounter, absolutely certain that he was superior to her in strength as he flexed and squared up to her. What ensued was a gruelling, physical chess-match of a fight as both of them tried everything they possibly could to trap each other in a hold and wear each other down. It had everything: sleepers, chokes, half nelsons, full nelsons... none of it worked. Each and every time one of them thought they had the other locked in, they would spring free at the last minute. But it was when Dusk kicked out so hard that Aby's head hit the ring post... that was a turning point. Dazed and groggy, he fell victim to her strong legs and clever holds in short order, ground down and exhausted as she crushed the life from him. He ripped at her clothing, trying to throw her concentration off but all it did was make her punish him even more with a hold so tight that he tapped out and was forced to strip, having gone behind in this dazzlingly brutal contest.
Round 2, and it was all on now as cock met pussy. There was nothing to be gained by pleasuring each other this time, except that sexual dominance was a potent psychological weapon as both were keen to establish their control. Dusk was still riding high, controlling the flow of the match. And when she planted her wet pussy over his airways and smothered him out, Aby was forced to tap out yet again to avoid unconsciousness. Dusk was cruising to a surefire victory and toyed with him and his cock. He was so ragged by this point that she looked to end it all with another tap out and verbal surrener, squeezing him painfully in a chicken wing hold. Victory looked certain, but Aby found the strength to hold on despite the agony and fight her off, much to her chagrin.
Thus started the comeback, just like last time they fought, Aby gaining confidence from his own fortitude and slowly pushing Dusk back under his superior strength. She grumbled in vexed frustration as she lost control and found the match was no longer going in her favour. At one point it looked as though Aby might actually be the one to force the surrender from HER, he became that dominant. Regaining her footing, Dusk fought back, but the match was now 50-50 at best and it looked as though either of them could take it. But it was Dusk who managed to secure the crucial, fatal hold, trapping Aby yet again in the lethal guillotine of her thighs and crushing the life from his body. He held on as best he could but knew it was hopeless and tapped out to save his ribs from being cracked. That wasn't enough. Dusk kept the hold locked in until he verbally surrendered himself to her as her new chair... before she promptly made him fulfil that role by rolling him onto his shoulders and celebrating her win by sitting on him. He had fought back valiantly like a true warrior, but this was to be her night.
Nikki (TBR, arena match, win) - Despite a sweeping success in the wrestling ring, Dusk's boxing form was far from noteworthy except for the wrong reasons. After being disgraced by the more mature Nikki in their previous match, Dusk was looking to even the score, especially since she still felt aggreaved that she had lost because of showing mercy last time. Squaring up to one another, Dusk promised there would be no quarter given this time. Nikki just smirked, sure that she could give the young girl another lesson in humility.
Thoroughly pumped for a grudge match, Dusk came out swinging, aggressive from the word go and with none of the subtle mind games that she normally led with. This was about decisive force this time. Initially, she overpowered Nikki, but was hit with a bruising counter bolt that gave her pause for thought with a swelling lip. They went into the first break with Nikki having taken the majority of the shots but smugly satisfied that she had delivered a stinger to the young upstart.
Dusk, not one to be deterred, started with the taunting and trash-talking, making fun of Nikki's seniority. And it certainly seemed as though her youth was an advantage as she ducked and weaved Nikki's swings like a nimble butterfly. But again, when Nikki was able to find her, she delivered a withering juggernaut assault to counter. Still Dusk was cocky, stroking her and telling her how sexy she was for an old girl, to which Nikki told her to fuck off with an uppercut to the chin. Cue more trading of blows before Dusk lost her cool and delivered a bruising gut-shot that folded Nikki in half and sent her down. She tried to stand but the ref called it, ruling her down, much to Nikki's fury.
Dusk was delighted: the boxing results really had been against her recently and she had talked so much shit that she felt sure that Nikki would have really buried her if she'd won. But she hadn't and now she was Dusk's toy to break in revenge for what had happened last time. Climbing on top of her opponent, she held her down and purred about all the plans she had for her, rubbing her clothed crotch with her glove repeatedly. At first, Nikki thrashed wildly in Dusk's grasp, as if she were trying to throw of a rodeo rider whilst spitting fury. But the more Dusk's glove rubbed between her legs, the less and less convincing those protests became, until eventually Dusk pulled off the glove and Nikki's bottoms and slipped her fingers deep inside.
With Nikki now incapacitated, Dusk told her to beg. Beg to stop, to continue, to cum... it didn't matter: just beg. Feisty Nikki refused, stoicly taking her punishment. Even when Dusk transfered her fingers to her ass, she refused. Even when she added a second one and curled them into hooks inside her. Deciding that she had used her chances, Dusk wore the Destroyer and vowed to break her. She was a peerless master of the strapon but this had none of her usual finesse and skill: this was a purely overwhelming fucking as she ploughed her from behind. Nikki was beyond begging by now... was beyond words, really. Dusk pounded her to the brink of orgasm until she heard the type of moan coming from Nikki's lips that sounded like a will breaking. Then, with a triumphant cry of "you're done," she threw her through the bottom ropes and fucked her all the way through orgasm with her facing out towards the crowd. Then she simply pulled out and left her there, slumped in the ropes. She left the ring and walked round, kissing her on the forehead and telling her that next time it really would be better for her to swallow her pride and beg, like she'd been told.
Yoimi (TBR, loss) - It had been simply ages since Dusk and Yoimi had hung out together. So Dusk invited her round to her flat for an evening playing video games. She had a new game that looked like loads of fun, a fridge full of snacks and a free evening. Yoimi came round, full of excitement and ready for fun. The game in question was a typically Japanese beat-em-up, complete with a cast of anime fighters and the hilariously-badly translated title "Mighty Fisting." A quick character select and the game was on. But just to make things interesting, Dusk dropped the Destroyer on the coffee table and proposed a bet that the winner get to wear it.
Initially, Dusk' experience proved to be an advantage as, having played the tutorials, she executed secret button commands to unleash special moves that Yoimi found hard to block. But Yoimi was a natural gamer and a fast learner and was soon able to mimic the techniques to fight her way back into the game. The game was interrupted by several snack breaks as Dusk plied her friend with choccies, and lots of cheating as they tried to distract each other in the middle of the game. But there was no doubt that Dusk was getting her ass kicked by Yoimi's natural gaming ability.
Pausing again, Dusk went to the fridge to cool off, lathered in the summer heatwave, before stripping off her t-shirt to play in her panties. Yoimi's eyes gleamed as she did the same before the game carried on. Having taken such punishment, Dusk's character's "Rage Gauge" was filled and she unleashed her "Ultimate Fisting" technique. But it wasn't enough to put Yoimi's fighter down, as she mashed the buttons to escape. But the HP bars were more level now. Perhaps she could pull this off? In an attempt to win the game, she tried distracting Yoimi with a squeeze of her boob, but ended up caught flat footed herself as Yoimi unleashed a combo to knock her down. Panicking, Dusk dropped the controller, scrambled to get it and mashed like crazy! But it was too late. Slow-motion replays of her character getting knocked out signalled the game, and the bet, was lost.
Oh well... not to worry. Yoimi had won a fine prize this night and wasted no time at all in delving her hand into Dusk's panties to find the treasures beneath. In her own words, she had missed the noises that a subby Dusk could make and made sure that she heard her friend's sweet music again. Dusk was fingered into a blissful, melted mess before the Destroyer found its way up to Yoimi's waist. Once there, she spanked Dusk the rest of the way to Subsville before spearing her doggy style on it. A wailing and moaning Dusk was so completely infatuated by now that she pushed back against the strapon, pleading Yoimi with her eyes as she slowed down. With a warm smile of complete satisfaction, Yoimi finished off her friend, who bit the duvet as she wailed in orgasmic euphoria into the sheets. When she collapsed breathlessly, the two cuddled each other to sleep, vowing that video game evenings should definitely become a regular thing.
Dani Robbins (hentai, RP mode) – Dani and Dusk had known each other for a long time but never actually hung out, always meeting through mutual acquaintances. They liked each other very much and knew that they wanted to spend some time together. So a trip to the park was arranged, along with a picnic. Both were eyeing each other lasciviously as they met, both in cute summer dresses. Dani’s dress, of course, was blessed with a few extra contours, hiding the gock beneath that Dusk had idly dreamt of for so long. A short walk and there was already a heap of sexual tension, with Dusk's flimsy dress revealing a struggling cleavage and no panties. The food never even left the bag before they were kissing and fore-playing on the picnic mat.
But any thoughts Dusk may have had of stroking and teasing and edging Dani into madness soon vanished as it became instantly clear that she had actually brought out “Dark Bunni” instead! Reaching into a pocket dimension, Dani retrieved a collar and leash and forced a naked, aghast Dusk to crawl out into the open! Her struggles and protests counted for nought as she was bent over, impaled and told to fuck herself on the gock. To Dusk's horror, she found that her body was obeying, and the more she felt that pleasure, the more submissive she became, until, at Dani's command, she came hard, surrendering to the thrill of submission.
Smiling in satisfaction at having the adorable “Ducky" under her power, Dani sat on her face and pushed what she thought was a baguette into Dusk's pussy, edging her with it like a dildo (it was actually one of Dusk's badly cooked soufflés). With Dusk whimpering on the edge, Dani laid down and commanded her to pleasure her with her feet. Despite cumming all over the place, her gock remained just as hard and eager as she bent Dusk back over and pounded her until she begged to cum. Summoning a tentacle from the pocket dimension to stuff her ass, Dani obliged, watching Dusk combust as she came, losing her mind. Snuggling her afterwards, Dani told her “Lady Ducky" how much she loved her, whilst conveniently forgetting to remove that collar that she had put on her.
Cocky Guy (TBR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, loss) - It had been a difficult few days for Lady Dusk, following her encounter with Dani. Turning up on the circuit wearing a pink collar engraved with the monika "Lady Duck," she had found herself the source of rich amusement as people laughed at her and made a kaleidsoscope of duck-related puns, despite how annoyed she got about it. She was a noble warrior queen, not a duck! She needed to prove it and vent some frustration by crushing someone in the ring. She needed to proove she was still a mighty domme.
That someone turned out out to be a fellow T.W.A.T member going by the ring name of "Cocky Guy." A title that turned out to be wholly accurate as he smugly entered the ring and started bragging about how he would tame her and make her into his punching bag. Dusk was in no mood for putting up with any jokes or for mercy as, after taking an initial shot, she went all-out on the guy. It was a match of big hits and even bigger egos as they got in each other's faces and traded insults and blows alike. Cocky Guy stood firm and took a beating but it was Dusk that went down first as he punctuated a tenacious performance with a hard-hitting combo to dump her on her ass. Retaliating, she gripped his arm to pull herself to her feet, but dragged him down instead. The pair rolled on the floor, all semblance of control gone as they scrapped like high school kids.
The female ref finally pulled her off and gave her a dressing down, at which point cocky guy slyly bribed her with sexual favours. Dusk was annoyed that the recriminations were only coming her way but put a thin smile on as they reached the end of the round. Into the second round, and things continued in the same fraught way. The gloves were flying as they showed no quarter. This time it was Dusk who outgunned her opponent, delivering one fusildae of shots after another before twisting and taking his head off with a whirlwind strike finisher that put him on the ground for a mini age. It was a clear knock out! But Cocky Guy appealed to the ref, making excuses and complaining that he had only slipped! Dusk was enraged: anyone could see that she had put him down! But the ref was already biased against her from before and told her to back off and fight on.
Dusk knew that the ref was against her but had to fight on and win this one on her own merits. Things were tense and she was merciless as she unleashed yet another crippling combo to her beleagured opponent, prompting the ref to step in and tell her to cool off. Not wanting to be disqualified, Dusk obeyed. But after more huge hits, the round ended. The ref came over and told Dusk that the 3rd round was a topless one and that she had to strip her top. Dusk knew it was bollocks but did as she was told, giving no reson for disqualification. But she was fuming. She knew this match was slanted against her. Unfortunately, she was so wrapped up in her rage that the second she stepped back into the ring, she stepped straight into a thunderbolt fist from Cocky Guy. Laid out on her back, she was all too aware of the accelerated, speedy count of the crooked ref as she whizzed through the numbers, giving Dusk no time to stand before ringing the bell, declaring her knocked out and offering her up as a prize.
Cocky Guy sure lived up to his name at this point, smug and triumphant as he kissed her and bragged about what a slut she was about to become. She angriliy protested and called him acheat... right up to the point where a swift spanking shut her straight up. Stripped and naked and silenced by spankies, she was ripe for plucking as he lowered his mouth and ate her out. But as the stun of the spankies subsided, the rage resurfaced. She was going to punish this guy and force him to bring her off under her control. So she pulled him in and tried to seize control. Mistake. Underestimating the potency of his tongue, she broke in short order, overwhelmed by his pleasure as she fell irretrievably under his power. He was then able to take his time eating her out, teasing all manner of moans from her as he edged her and made her beg for more. Finishing her off, he licked her into an ahegao orgasm before displaying her to the cameras and taking the referee off for more pussy-eating mastery as payment for helping to swing the match his way.
Happy Toni Carter (LWR, RP mode) - Whilst all the "Lady Duck" business was going on, Dusk received a message from a new acquaintance, Toni, that suggested that although she was beuatiful and supreme when she won, that the real joy in her eyes was seen when she lost. It shook Dusk because the wording of it cracked straight through the defensively-dominant shell and struck straight at the soft-subby truth that she kept locked down in her core. How had this stranger so perfectly summarised a truth that she refused to admit to herself? Seeking to put this right and prove herself, she set off to the gym where Toni worked.
She found her cleaning mats and confronted her about the message. Toni immedieately lifted her over her shoulders and dumped her in the ring, taking her completely by surprise. Dusk was flustered and rattled, alarmed by the swiftness of the move but also by the niggling doubt that maybe, just maybe, Toni was right and that she enjoyed this feeling of being helpless. Doubts were coursing through her, meaning that she was hesitant and ineffectual as she missed opportunities to immobilise Toni and instead pawed weakly at her. Toni herself, despite looking cheeky, was quite surprised by what she was seeing and so started the process of getting the pair of them naked. This woke Dusk up and she finally found her inner steel now that lust was igniting her, spanking her hard as she growled with each strike how she was not a subby loser.
But Toni was feeding off mischief and, despite getting spanked, came away with a handful of panties, much to Dusk's outrage as the breeze tickled her modesty. When Toni came back at her, the pair engaged in a rolling shootout, naked bodies gliding over each other. Mouths got added to the mix, sucking on nipples as they tried to outdo each other. At times, Dusk seemed to be fighting with her own submissive desires as much as she was with Toni, spending moments of distraction under her control. But, after an exchange of fingering, she had melted and settled. This was no longer a descent into subspace but a voyage to bend her boundaries as she descended into depravity in the quest of mutual satisfaction. Toni inverted her and buried her tongue inside her, asking whether she wanted to go first. Dusk's head was all over the place as she hesitated and fumbled for the strength to say no. Eventually, her body answered for her, clenching and tensing before releasing an almighty orgasm that knocked her totally sideways.
When Dusk's coital legs coiled around her head mid-orgasms, Toni felt sure that she was fighting back and would soon have her cumming in retaliation. But no. Dusk was so blown apart by her orgasm that the spank that was intended to shake her from her stupor went straight into Subsville instead, prompting her to raise her ass for more. Wondering whether this was all hopeless and whether Dusk had dropped too deeply into subspace, Toni retreived a bag of toys and gave Dusk another chance to get up and fight or else be destroyed. She still lay there. So, shrugging, Toni descended on her once more, ready to break the poor girl for good.
Only, once her fingers were inside her, Dusk's inner defiant voice finally made itself heard. She came alive and, feeling the thrill of combat, buried her tongue inside her, refusing to stop swirling until Toni had achieved her own huge climax. The only difference was that Toni, unlike Dusk, had the presence of mind to stick her finger in her arse as shecame. The shock of it killed Dusk's gleeful momentum stone dead, and indeed almsot made her cum a second time. But she did hold on, despite being so stunned that Toni was able to edge her with her fingers again. Toni could have finished her off there and then: the pendulum of dominance was swinging eratically in Dusk's head. But she didn't, opting not to make her cum on her fingers but instead pull her mouth back into her pussy. Dusk understood then: this was nothing to do with proving whether winning and losing brought her joy: it was simply about joy. And, when Toni pulled the double-ended dildo from the tool bag, it was obvious that there was a lot of joy to be had.
Lubed up in both their mouths, the toy was pushed into both of them. They were both gasping on the edge of ogasm now and the simple act of being invaded was enough. Holding each other, gazing into each other's eyes, they both let go, cumming on either end of the rubber joy-bringer as they howled in each other's faces and squealed with delight. Collapsing in each other's arms, Toni reiterated what she had said all along: this was about joy. And when she looked at Dusk, she saw nothing but joy.
Vanessa Velvet (LWR, arena match, T.W.A.T LADIES' TITLE MATCH, win) - Since their single clash many months ago, Dusk had been yearning to once again face the smouldering Indian princess in the ring. When she finally got the chance, it was met with joy from both sides. It was to be a defense of the T.W.A.T ladies' title but that wasn't the most important issue. Amused no end by the whole “Lady Duck” joke, Vanessa challenged her to a bet. Win, and Dusk could inflict a similar fate on her with an animal outfit of her choosing. Lose, and the terms of the Lady Duck fate would be doubled. It was silly... but it was also serious.
Once in the ring, Vanessa was every inch as sexy and regal as Dusk remembered, smouldering in her tight shorts with that perfect stomach and noble shoulders on display. Catching Dusk staring, she disarmed her with a kiss before delivering a swift kick to let her know that she was here to fight tonight. Dusk shook herself awake and matched her intensity, but it was clear from the start that this would be a contest of seduction and will power and it wasn't long before both girls were showing acreage of exposed skin in a campaign of amorous corruption.
Rubbing, licking, smothering and a vibrating Destroyer were all added to the mix as they teased each other and drove the temperature through the roof. But it was Dusk who snapped first, never quite having gotten over the thrill of defeat at the hands of such a sexy goddess last time. She had long since had a deep, abiding itch and needed to have it scratched as she pulled Vanessa into her pussy and rode her tongue like she was possessed by it. Telling herself that she could stop whenever she wanted, Dusk soon found that she couldn't. Vanessa knew it too as she took advantage of the situation, melted Dusk and asserted soft but firm control over her. Even when Dusk tried to take back control as they scissored and fingered, she found that Vanessa was both literally and spiritually under her skin.
But if Vanessa thought that this meant she had Dusk dead to rights then she was mistaken. Stirring Dusk's incredible lust was a poisoned chalice, as she found out when she found herself lifted off the mat by a totally frenzied Dusk and on the receiving end of an overwhelming fingering all the way to the match's first climax. She was then toyed with and bullied as a lust-crazed Dusk went to squeeze more and more pleasure from her. But one swift fucking on her velvet strapon soon tamed the ginger beast, making her more biddable for a finger-fucking that walloped her sideways as she detonated in a lustful release of pent-up wet dreams and idle fantasy.
With both girls soaking in their shared spilt juice, they giggled and shared a fun, passionate romp with each other. Dusk was struggling hugely after her climax but remembered what Toni had told her: that win or lose, this was about joy. And she sure was enjoying this encounter. But a title was on the line and, when she forced Vanessa to tap out, she made sure to accidentally-on-purpose slip the Destroyer punishment into the wrong hole for the penalty minute, delighting in her squeals as she filled her ass and pleasured her. And it was Vanessa who dug deep and turned the situation to her advantage, using that same toy to undo her attacker by vibing her to a second climax on her own strapon.
It seemed for all the world as though Dusk was unravelling uncontrollably a Vanessa went wild on her, scissoring her still-twitching pussy and forcing her to tap out to avoid the over-stimulation. But yet Dusk still fought on, refusing to give in. So, in a final bid to break her, Vanessa lubed up a double ended dildo with a shared kiss-blowjob and then joined them both together with it, expecting to be able to pussy-fuck her way to the ladies' title and 5 more glorious days of Lady Duck. What she did NOT expect was for Dusk's lust to raise her from the dead, possess her and make her kamikaze herself on the thick toy, pushing it down until it touched her uterus and her hips touched Vanessa's. Riding it maniacally, she grinned broadly in her opponent's face as Vanessa was u able to match her suicidal depth, brome down and released high-pressured jets of squirt around it as if she had held her thumb down on a hosepipe. Blown clean away, she slumped in defeat onto the mat, unable to protest as Dusk rode her own edge watching her cum over and over on the Destroyer before cashing in the bet and making her wear a fluffy beaver costume, much to the benefit of the entire world.
Psyko (TWR, Empress Club, T.W.A.T match, win) - When they had clashed in the opening round of the TWR tournament, Psyko had removed his collar so as not to fight under any psychological disadvantage. That was okay; Dusk understood that. It was a big deal and she could perfectly respect his need to fight on level terms, not feeling like her collared sub. But that had been several weeks hence and, now that they were both eliminated from the tournament, it was time to put the collar back around his neck where it belonged.
Psyko called her out to the Empress Club for a public match. Dusk understood that too. Technically he was free of her and so they needed to put on a show and pretend to fight so that she could "defeat him" before putting it back on. So, of course, she turned up, all smiles, ready to indulge him in his silly games. And, boy was he committed to the act! Why, his choke holds felt so authentically real! And the way he resisted and complained when she put her feet all over his face: there certainly wouldn't be a single blue in the audience that would believe that he wasn't fighting her with everything he had! Yes, make no mistake, his facade as a proud, independent figurehead of The Blue Army was quite intact.
By the time Dusk realised that this was no act and that Psyko actually was resisting the collar, he had already power slammed her into the canvas and locked her in a proficient camel clutch. Dusk was incensed. How rude! Honestly! She had given him 4 weeks of freedom and THIS was how he repaid her? A brief spanking and the truth soon came out. Psyko would wear the collar for a strong pinky but if she proved too weak then she was in for humiliation. Now rather annoyed that she had to prove herself to him all over again, she deployed her most effective weapon and crushed him in her legs.
However, Psyko had an opportunity to score a major win for the noble Blues and so wasn't taking any crap from her tonight. He battled hard, broke her holds, swept her feet out of his face and eventually managed to lock her tightly into a sleeper hold that WOULD have been the end of her if only time hadn't run out on the round. Now naked, and with Dusk saved by the bell, they tangled once more. Psyko was goading her to "show them how we fuck" as he slammed his cock in her. Dusk grapevined him, thinking she had control. But when he rolled and inverted it, suspending her in the air with his fingers in her pussy, she realised just how helpless she was. There was nothing she could do to evade his fingers and so came, suspended in this humiliating position. Waiting until the spasms stopped, Psyko rubbed salt in the wound by immediately throwing her down, fucking her fom behind and leaving a victorious cream pie in her pussy before flexing and boasting and showing off to the assembled boys about how the Blue Banner was claiming a weak pinky, and so on.
Despair soon turned to anger though, as she lay recovering from this disasterous run of play, and she planted her wet, gloopy, messy pussy straight on his face as she found her inner rage and determination that her pet boy would NOT be escaping his collar tonight! Now targeted by a ginger nightmare, Psyko was in both awe and terror or her as she aggressively out-fought and out-fucked him. He tried to find the dominance from before but she pinned him down and effectively raped him as she reminded him that he had been the one saying they should show everyone how they fuck. And he CERTAINLY regretted that choice of words once the Destroyer came out. Bent over, Dusk mocked him as she pegged him deeply, telling him that this was how their fucking normally ended up. And of course, she knew his colon better than he did; knew exactly where to hit to get him not just cumming but detonating. Melting down, Psyko came all over the place in a spasm of fried nerves, twitching and molten under his girlfriend. Normally, she would have fucked him more as a prize but she really had gone all out and there was no way he could withstand any more than this. So instead, she waited until he was sane again, got down on one knee and proposed to him... to be her lawfully collared bitch again. In all honesty, Psyko could accept with his reputation in tact, having brought his A game but been outmatched by the strongest pinkie of them all.
Jada Terrell (LWR, win) – Now a client of top agent, Ashley Graham, Dusk received a most surprising and most welcome offer. Jada Terrell, former legend of women's wrestling, had quit the ring and taken up consultancy, arranging and starring in top-tier experiences for the highest-paying and most exclusive clientele of EF City. An anonymous and highly lucrative client had approached her and was willing to pay half a million dollars for the chance to see an exclusive, private tangle between Dusk and Jada. It was the kind of money that would open anyone's legs but really, Dusk's automatic acceptance was more because it came with the chance to relive one of the hottest, most erotic wrestling experiences of her life. She had tangled with Jada only once, the match ending with Jada smothered to unconsciousness under her pussy. Even after so long, it still proved ample ammunition for those idle moments with idle fingers.
The venue for the encounter was The Congress Hotel - Suite 3112, a hyper-luxurious hotel with more stars than zeros at the end of its nightly rate. After being pampered and treated like royalty, Dusk was shown up to the suite. It contained two things: a bed with ring-style ropes around it... and Jada herself, dressed in a seductive lace one-piece. But no client: retaining but anonymity and the intimate nature of the encounter, they were watching via camera on a screen in a separate room. Dusk let her coat fall, revealing a similarly delicate lace outfit as Jada's and a wide, excited grin as they stooped below the ropes into the ring bed.
Knowing that this was about the struggle and the show, both girls prepared to give it their whole passion. Jada blew a kiss and told Dusk to take her best shot... so she did. This wasn't a league match but it was a competition nonetheless and so worthy of the respect of being treated as such. Dusk went straight for the submission holds, looking to excite the client by exhausting her opponent before breaking them physically. Jada's approach was different: she retaliated straight away by targeting Dusk sexually, with lots of rubs between the thighs and peeling her lacy lingerie off quickly. It was soon clear as day to Dusk: her libido was out of control and there was no way she was going to be able to resist this corruption. But still, she stuck to her tactics, thrilled by the idea of being seduced and broken by this goddess. Soon she was pinned under Jada's clothed ass, stripped naked and fingered helplessly. Knowing every detail was being pored over by the rich and powerful client, it was masochistic arousal of the very highest order.
But it was arousal of a sort and sent the pendulum of dominance and submissiveness careening chaotically through her like an errant wrecking ball, its momentum unstoppable in its destructiveness both to herself and to Jada. Losing control, she entered a sexual frenzy, in equal parts crushing Jada and then surrendering entirely, first seeking the breaking of this sexy, powerful woman and then willing her own self-destruction. She pushed Jada to the brink with her tongue that skated over her soaked, steamy lace panties, but when Jada bent her over, stepped on her head and fucked her with her strapon, the needle of dominance was wedged firmly to “submissive" on Dusk's gauge as she moaned and howled for Jada to take her. Jada was wide-eyed with delight at seeing this mighty beauty moan for her and granted her wish, pulling her up by the hair and granting her every subby desire as she fingerfucked her into orgasm and let her drop bonelessly into a convulsing fountain of squirts at her feet.
Now totally beyond control, Dusk craved more and pulled her tongue into her pussy to be licked. Perhaps a little too forcefully: Jada gasped and choked, smothered in a deja vu reminder of their last encounter. Seeing her flounder tilted the scales and Dusk went straight back into rampant dominance rolling Jada over, trapping her ankles under the ropes and sucking on her own clit to chase that orgasm. Even when Jada shrugged her off, Dusk stuck to that pussy like a limpet, unsatisfied until the ebony goddess had burst and squirted her cum point-blank into her mouth.
But Dusk had experienced the high of being powerless and had known for a long time how she wanted this to end. By the time Jada recovered, she was met with a truly astonishing sight: Dusk prostrated, giving her a free and open goal, claiming that she was only repaying the free shot that Jada had given her at the start. Jada was incredulous but slid her strapon inside and gave Dusk what she clearly wanted: a passionate, rigorous fuck. Dusk wailed in delight, telling herself that she could resist and fight back at any time... until she stopped lying to herself and instead howled for Jada to do it harder.
Jada, though, felt that this was wrong. She wanted to win Dusk's surrender, not have it handed to her. So she eventually pulled off the strapon and went pussy-to-pussy with her in a tribbing showdown for supremacy, much to the client's rapt attention. As the pussies slipped and Jada fell on top of Dusk, it was clear that she was in control and she gloated over the rapidly-crumbling girl beneath her. But this in turn sparked a bratty fire in Dusk that swung the pendulum away from submissiveness right at the last second and ignited a desire to punish her for celebrating too early. With an alarming burst of strength, she flipped the position, held a stunned Jada down and fingered her into submission, seemingly rising from the dead to take away her breath and her victory. Seeing Jada comatose and gasping helplessly, she asked the camera what the client wanted to see. But she knew. They wanted to see dominance. So she collared Jada on a short leash and spent the rest of the night doggy fucking her into multiple orgasms with the Destroyer. Based on the size of the payout, it seemed as though the client had agreed with her judgment. But that was of secondary concern. Dusk's thrill was based not on the size of her wallet but the beauty of the girl bent over for her.
Kylie (LWR, arena match, loss) - It had been some time since Dusk had last come across her student and protegee, Kylie. When they had first met, Dusk had dominated her so seductively that she had asked her to be her teacher. Now Kylie was back and keen to show how much she had learned and improved. Dusk, however, was in the mood to put her in her place and show why she was the teacher. Kylie assured her that she had some new moves to share but Dusk had some too and immediately locked her student in the brutal Twilight Twist!
After having Dusk's arse rubbed all over her face, Kylie fought back and managed to reverse the hold, targeting Dusk's clothed pussy. Dusk approved and so did her wetness. And when Kylie used her known weakness for spanking against her, Dusk was full of praise for her guile and assertiveness (in between gasping sobs of pleasure, that is.) If fact, a dangerous thought was seeping in about how hot it would be to be shown up and dominated by the student. Sensing that Dusk's aggression was off, Kylie capitalised with a huge German suplex, followed by a wedgie that displayed Dusk's wetness as plain as day. But Dusk wasn't fully submissed and, with plenty of fight left in her, looked to put the student in her place by stripping her. Kylie fought back and clothing flew, leaving Kylie topless in panties and Dusk in a bra but with her bare pussy exposed. Kylie's instincts again proved to me spot on and, with an assertive push in subspace, soon had Dusk under firm control, fingering her into submission as she once again fantasised about being brought down by the sexy student.
However, the pendulum of dominance was swinging and, fuelled by a truly monstrous level of lust, became a wrecking ball as Dusk lost control, flipped and became overwhelmingly dominant. She took Kylie completely by surprise: one second she was pinning Dusk down and fingering her way to victory, the next she was flat on her back getting tribbed into submission. Dusk deployed her signature Duskfall Pin and then used Kylie's own hand to finger her. It looked as though the youngster stood no chance at all... Until Kylie used her own move against her and trapped her in her own Duskfall Pin. Dusk's psyche came crashing down in fractured splinters then as the thrill of being undone by her own move opened the valve in her pussy and let the good times flow. There was no fight-back and it was a simple task to pin her down and use that rampant lust against her as she fingered Dusk into her first orgasm.
But Kylie had indeed become wily and knew that Dusk's momentum of lust was sufficient to keep her trapped in subspace. Keeping her fingers inside her, she continually fingered her, breaking and eroding her will with every passing second. Once Dusk was suitably compliant, she drove the coffin nails in on her doom when she lifted her ass and delivered another almighty spanking. Dusk completely lost interest in finding her way back to the light now and howled and moaned whatever Kylie told her to: the she was inferior, that she was a spank slut, that Kylie was her mistress... all of it. In fact, so desperate for self-destruction at her hands was she that she pulled on her tight lycra shorts and begged Kylie to make her squirt in them. Grinning and triumphant, Kylie obliged, spanking Dusk so hard in between rubbing her pussy that she left handprints on the skin through the material, until Dusk wailed in bliss, came and squirted wetly in her shorts. Utterly dominated and blissfully drowning in a lake of subbiness, Dusk was all too happy for Kylie to seal the dominant humiliation by pulling her now-dripping shorts down to her ankles, prop her up on the ropes and fuck her with the Destroyer.
Maris (LWR, arena match, T.W.A.T LADIES' TITLE MATCH, loss) - After defeating her last time to free herself from her collar and turn Maris into her pet, Dusk had taken her to the Crimson Cavern Club for a "treat". The treat in question had been a naked mistress massage in which she had been plied with aphrodisiac, tied down, anally vibed and edged to the point of madness before being given the single most overwhelming orgasm of her life. Now it was time to play for the collar again, plus the ladies' title. But what Dusk didn't know was that, having secretly fallen in love with her, Maris had all the more reason to win and keep her beloved pet on a short leash.
Stepping into the ring in a tight top and even tighter leather leggings, Dusk looked every inch the picture perfect hottie that Maris desired, sporting her own vest top and shorts. The match was sultry and seductive from the very start with hands, breasts, asses and faces being rubbed in equal measure. Dusk felt sure that she was easily seducing Maris, who surely was craving more of those nuclear orgasms that she had given her. But Maris was on a mission and a hanging figure four leg lock proved a decisive early move. Hanging off the ropes with her ankles locked around Dusk's throat, she rendered the champion immobile, telling her to tap, that she didn't want to hurt her. Dusk thought she was being facetious as she clawed at her neck. Maris's ample bosom and ass ripped her costume apart, she was straining so much, and this meant that Dusk was, right at the point of collapse, able to get her fingers into her pussy and break the hold at the last second.
But this had taken everything Dusk had and she was left gasping and powerless as Maris continued to dominate on the mat, stripping her naked, save for her bra, and anally fingering her to invoke memories of when she had pegged her into the most intense orgasm of her life. Dusk howled, spiralling fast in the clutches of her dominant former-mistress. But when she got her own fingers back inside Maris, she reversed the situation, taking control to the point that she was convinced she was going to break, cum and surrender to the collar. But Maris held on, determined to win, and pinned a crestfallen Dusk on her back with her tongue inside her. Looking up at her, Dusk saw a strangely out of place look on her face: a look that she had only ever seen on the faces of Kira... Yoimi... Kichi... Psyko... Yura... It wasn't a smirk, or a sneer, or a snarl.... It wasn't a smile of dominant satisfaction, either. It was warm and soft and affectionate. Not something she ever saw in a competitive match.
No time to ponder it now, though. She used the moment to take back control and attempt to subdue Maris yet again with her fingering. Maris may have been daydreaming but she snapped back to reality quickly and yet again resisted and defied her "bratty pet," push her away and onto her back and take control as she ate her pussy. By now Dusk knew she was in grave danger and pleaded with Maris not to do this, not to take her title and neck and freedom and reputation. She had only just stopped being laughed at as a subby duck! But as Maris wore her strapon and doggy fucked Dusk, she purred affectionately as to why she thought she was doing this to her. To Dusk it was a simple answer: because she enjoyed dominating and humiliating her. And to that end, she dug deep and resisted her orgasm, scrambling away. She couldn't possibly know the truth that it was out of love that Maris was feeding her deep submissive desires.
But Dusk was mentally spiralling now and, despite having resisted, was all over the place. She crawled up to Maris on all fours, tilted her head back and ate her pussy with soft, warm, affectionate kisses and licks. Eaten tenderly by her love, Maris melted, held her head in place and whooped with joy as she came in the face of the girl she loved. But if Dusk thought this had won her the match, she was mistaken. Still seeing her on all fours, now with a face full of cum, she got back behind her and stuck the strappy back inside... her ass this time! Dusk had been anally fucked by Maris once before and the result had been spectacular. Unable to even think, she shut off and became a twitching, wailing mess of spasms, utterly powerless as she was subjected to the treatment that she herself was famous for. Dusk stood no chance at all and disintegrated, cumming away her sanity as she crumbled entirely to her anal orgasm.
Slowing down, Maris kissed and softly screwed the object of her affections, smothering her with love as she gasped and panted weakly in her arms. Very slowly, sluggish sanity returned, alerting her to the peril she was in. Maris, sensing the will to fight return, turned up the tempo, switched from ass to pussy and attempted to fuck Dusk into submission, still trying to convince her to give in to the collar so that she wouldn't have to hurt her. But Dusk was proud and oblivious to Maris's amorous intents. So she took up the Destroyer and, in a moment of defiance, threw her down and took control for herself. It came out of nowhere and floored Maris, who broke and gave a second orgasm on all fours as Dusk doggy fucked her into climax.
It should have been over then. Dusk certainly thought it was. But Maris was on a mission and her affection gave her the strength to get up and fight on. She stunned Dusk as she rolled her into a bow-and-arrow hold, telling Dusk that she didn't want to hurt her again. Dusk wailed that that was EXACTLY what she was doing and immediately Maris released her. Dusk was incredulous. What was WITH her today? Why would she DO that? Why would she show such mercy? No time to think, she took ruthless advantage of the opportunity and pinned her down, thrusting her into checkmate on the Destroyer for a surefire defense of her title and a surefire extension to Maris's time at her heel. But in that moment, the way Maris looked at her was the final piece of a puzzle that fell into place. The smiles, the mercy, the talk about not hurting her. Maris was IN LOVE with her?! The shock of realisation hit Dusk like a slap in the face, disrupting her thrusting rhythm. She gaped at her, utterly stunned and immobile as Maris was able to push her off, fold her up, pin her and finger her unopposed. Totally trapped, Dusk broke down under the weight of the emotional tension and surrendered to her loving mistress, detonating in a spray of submissive joy as Maris finished her off decicively to claim her title but, much much more importantly, her neck to ensure that her love was always going to be kept close. Gasping and panting, and head in chaos, Dusk did nothing to resist the collar being locked again on her neck, pussy oozing at the thought of what her life would now be like now she was back under the heel of this wonderful, sexy girl and her softly dominating affection. Quite possibly, this collar would never come off and the question of who EF's top redhead was had been answered forever.
Roby (TWR, arena match, T.W.A.T THRONE MATCH, win) - She may have lost the fued for being the top redhead of the ring, but the T.W.A.T title was still up for contention. Roby was a strong and worthy king but Dusk's bum was getting itchy from too long without sitting in the throne. Plus, with her Ladies' title belt now around Maris's waist, there was a need to replace it with other goldwear in the form of the crown.
The match started in the physical way that anyone could expect when these two clashed, big throws and tight holds characterising the early phase of the match. Roby was looking to set the tone with a barrage of suplexes, whilst Dusk seemed keen to bring the king down a peg or two by punishing him and making him kiss her boots in contrition. However, it was clear that Roby was gaining ground, wearing Dusk down despite her attempts to keep things even. Slowly but surely, Dusk was ground down by his defensive technique and superior strength until the tone of the match shifted towards the sexual as they tried to arouse and disrupt each other instead. Roby had Dusk ragdolled though and it was a simple task to peel off her leotard and take the match to the second round.
Round 2 and Dusk tried to fight back, gambling on letting him lick her pussy so that she could enjoy some time on top where the fresh air was. But his cock was hungry for pussy and hers was on the menu. He asserted himself again and pinned her down, taking whatever he wanted from her. She resisted, holding on just about. But after gagging her with his cock to steal the last of her strength, Roby was able to lift a dazed Dusk into a flying grapevine and finger her into the match's first aerial orgasm.
Following her orgasm, Dusk was desperate to make up ground and even the score. But she was so drained from it that she was struggling. She tangled her way on top of his face for a respite, allowing him to start eating her towards a second climax in exchange for a moment's rest. Seeing her floundering, Roby ruthlessly went for the kill, doggy fucking her in the corner. But hearing herself helplessly wailing and moaning, Dusk bit down, found her inner warrior and snarled defiance. This was NOT over yet! She pushed back hard, unbalancing him and taking him down to the mat, falling on top of him with her mouth on his cock. She swirled and swirled her tongue without pause, giving him no choice whatsoever but to erupt in her mouth. Two things came out of it then: his cum... and a huge sigh of relief. This was probably too little, too late. But at least her pride was intact.
Roby's response was masterful though: to fuck her with his post-orgasmic cock before it lost its hardness. Dusk was so taken aback that she almost climaxed in alarm... but she didn't. She forced him out and threw him down, determined to fight on and take this to the wire. A tense duel ensued and now it was Roby who was gasping for breath and trying to gather the energy to force Dusk's orgasm. But she was bouyed by her success and kept him at bay, deploying her mouth yet again to great effect as they went to ground and she sucked his cock to a second eruption. She could scarely believe it... but for the salty taste in her mouth. But when the referee brought her the crown she knew it was real: she had toppled a giant in a comeback of the ages: a victory that in all honesty, she probably had no right to win.
Carmen Rosario (classic, win) – Following the high-class affair in the hotel suite with Jada, and the delight of the lucrative client who commissioned it, Dusk's agent Ashley Graham approached her with an offer of another bedroom engagement. Another client, Carmen Rosario, was new to the sexfight scene and had recently pulled off a huge upset against seasoned veteran Shirley. As an up-and-coming star of the adult competition scene, an engagement with someone as established and famous as lady Dusk would do wonders for her profile, win or lose. True, Dusk was known more for her exploits in the ring and not the bedroom, but her name would still attract a lot of attention. And besides, it came with a not-inconsiderable prize sum and the chance to share a night of dominant passion with a sexy latina. So Dusk went shopping for expensive new lingerie and hot-footed it with glee to the penthouse suite in question.
Waiting for her was a stunning girl in classy white lingerie: suspender belt and all. Dusk, smouldering in her ouwn slockings and black corset, felt like she would stand no chance once this gorgeous creature set her seductive sights on her, especially when she showed her feistiness by pulling on Maris's collar in a statement of intent. But Dusk didn't have it in her not to go down without giving it her all and hoisted the girl up in her strong, wrestler's arms and carried her to the bed to pin her and ply her with a lengthy kissing session to establish her own intentions. Carmen kissed back but Dusk was still riding high following her ascension to the TWAT throne and was scarecely in the mood to relinquish control. Carmen pulled down Dusk's moist, black panties to expose her naked pussy but Dusk immediately countered with a long, dominant face-sitting that snuffed out the poor girl's flame and almost broke her without Dusk even having to force an orgasm.
Carmen was getting comprehensively controlled but still showed a defiant spirit as she halted Dusk's offense with a finger in the ass and a brave, cheeky smirk. And when they started to finger each other, the latina gained serious ground back, melting the redhead onto her shoulders with her hips in the air, moaning for more. She reversed the power dynamic entirely when she reached for the vibe and paralysed the veteran wrestler, sending shimmers of pleasure through her to rattle her skull. But right at the brink of collapse, Dusk reared up, using her edged arousal as adrenaline to fuel a standing trib that put Carmen back under her thumb. And when the sexy youngster got tangled in the sheets and partially immobilised, Dusk's keen instincts saw a chance to inflict the final blow. Overpowering her, she took up the vibe and pushed it down into her sweet folds, holding it down with both hands as she came, still holding it down with a frenzied thirst to see her combust. In fact, it was only when the light faded in her eyes that Dusk shut it off, suddenly realising what she had done. With a guilty, uncomfortable pang, she climbed off the poor, stricken girl and went to get some food and drink to refresh her. But deep down she knew she had overdone it. This wasn't a hardened wrestler: this was a sexy girl looking for bedroom romps. Dusk forfeited her prize money to charity: it didn't feel right to keep it.
Kris (TWR, arena match, win) - Dusk's victory over Roby had taught her one thing: she still had so much to learn. True, she had triumphed in the end but it had been by the skin of her teeth and, after being so thoroughly destroyed for almost all the match, it was a comeback she almost certainly hadn't deserved. Having received some major coaching advice, she went back to the ring, itching to put what she had learned into practice. Rookie Kris, not knowing who she was, took one look at her and saw a cute, soft, possibly-subby girl who was ripe for fun. Little did he know that he was facing off against the new queen of T.W.A.T with a point to prove.
From the moment the match started, Dusk was on the front-foot, aggressively outgunning him physically as she sleepered, flipped, trapped and crushed him to the very best of her ability. Kris groaned and tried to derail her offensive by distracting her sexually, but Dusk was having none of it. She was on top and she knew it as she held him down and crushed him, all whilst smiling cheerfully and calling him "sweetie," which only served to confuse the poor lad even more. He gasped incredulously, asking for her to please please let him win. Dusk's response was that she would indeed grant him his heart's desire.
That "heart's desire" turned out to be a deep, through ass-fucking with the Destroyer. Once the clothes were off and the second round begun, she kept on going with the same intensity. having dominated him physically, it was time to crush him sexually too. She pegged him until the point of breaking before pulling out, confusing him as she asked him whether he wanted her Destroyer back inside. He tried to get his cock inside her and fuck her into submission but she had him where she wanted him. One stiff, rigorous handjob later and he was tapping out to avoid blowing his load. It made no difference: mounting his cock, she went for the kill in reverse amazon, flexing her muscles as his cock surrendered and dumped the first payload of cum into her pussy.
He was still begging to please let him win but Dusk had her sights set on the Holy Grail: a flawless victory. Knowing she still had gas in the tank, she allowed him to try and fuck her into submission. And he was pretty good at it too: face down on the mat, she felt like surrendering to her nemesis, the doggy position. But in fucking her, Kris was edging and stimulating his own cock. And when he pulled out for a rest, Dusk took her second kill shot. Locking him in a tight headscissor hold, she sucked on his exposed cock to the point of eruption, not bothering to edge him but instead finishing him off with her hand so that everyone could see the defeat squirt from his swollen head. Flawless victory achieved, there was only one thing left to do with the defeated victim: collar and peg him, of course!
thewomaninthebox (LWR, arena match, win) - Two veterans of the ring collided in this all-girl showdown. Of course, like two orbiting stars, both had heard of each other but never actually fought. Now they convened on the ring, ready to test each other's mettle at last. Dusk leapt out of the blocks with an early pin but was alarmed when Helen pushed back, forcing her effortlessly backwards. A trial of strength ensued and it was clear that she was not going to be a pushover.
A hasty change of tactic was called for and so Dusk switched it up, going for teasing and touching moves to weaken her opponent's resolve. Helen relished this: it was exactly what she had hoped for and, when Dusk faltered and enjoyed her clothed rubbing, she sprung her trap, gripping and twisting and choking her in a brutal and punishing head scissor hold. Half-unconscious, a dazed and ragged Dusk knew she needed to step up her game and so hit back hard, power bombing Helen into the canvas and then subjecting her to a merciless brace of her own holds. After being Boston crabbed and full nelsoned into submission, it was clear that Helen was losing ground, and fast, withering under Dusk's relentless punishment. When she tried to reverse the situation and roll them over, a dominant Dusk simply rolled with the momentum and trapped her right back in her clutches.
Dusk was rampant and dominant as she continued to bully and dominate her stricken opponent, who eventually was forced to tap the mat desperately to escape the pain of yet another Boston crab. Beaming in delight, Dusk showboated, inciting the crowd into a chant for the Destroyer. She used her penalty minute to anally fuck Helen into the very deepest depths of rapture, inflicting a psychological-erotic blow that would dent her for the rest of the match before the ref ordered her to pull out.
Truth be told, it would ultimately prove to be an insurmountable hole for Helen but she did fight back, break the hold and cause Dusk to teeter on the brink of a chasm of subbiness. When she got in Dusk's face and purred dominant seduction, the redhead’s pussy got the better of her and she faltered, giving up ground as Helen rubbed her into sweet seduction. It looked as though the pendulum had swung decisively in her favour as she tribbed Dusk into helpless submission, flat on her back and howling for more.
But Dusk caught herself and put the brakes on her own slide, forcing Helen off her and jamming 3 fingers inside her to hammer her g spot. Howling, Helen was unable to escape as she retreated, Dusk's fingers still working her like a ventriloquist's puppet, to be trapped in the corner. She broke then, the fight leaving her as Dusk forced her orgasm, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind as she kept her fingers stroking inside her until the mat was soaked and a boneless Helen became thewomaninthecorner, drained, ragged and utterly, utterly spent. The ref waved her out, ending the match but Dusk wasn't done. She still had the Destroyer around her hips and Helen would make a fine addition to its hallowed list...
Golden Pink Killer (LWR, Empress Club, PSA match, LWR TITLE MATCH, ) - Having joined the delightfully enticing Pink String Arena, Dusk had been excited by the prospect of rolling with sexy girls dressed only in g strings. But, aside from her defeat at the hands of Tanya the season before, she had been unsuccessful in finding any opponents. So imagine her surprise when she received a challenge from un-collared reigning LWR champion, the enigmatic Golden Pink Killer! Dusk assumed that this unheard-of challenger must have been a meteoric rookie to have claimed the most prestigious title in women's wrestling, not a mixed gender blue icon veteran with a wig. But face to face with her, there was something oddly familiar about her...
Being up against a “transgender female” opponent, Dusk was allowed to wear her Destroyer from the outset to even things up in the genital department. The match started and the Empress Club clientele were treated to the sight of the pair of them rolling and squirming across each other as they tangled for early control. The GPK thought she had Dusk under control when she moaned whilst having her pussy rubbed but some time spent in Dusk's cleavage and ass soon had her red faced and panting. And when hers was the first g string to be removed, exposing her cock, she could see from the devilish glint in Dusk's eyes that she came here to play for real.
However, one swift blowjob later and The GPK showed her intent too, bending Dusk's head to force her to watch her pussy taking a pounding. Dusk looked like she might falter as she moaned and took a deep, long pounding. But there was something oddly familiar about the clumsy, frantic rhythm of The GPK's thrusting. And like a rising dawn, Dusk suspected who this REALLY was. But there was only one way to find out. Pushing off her assailant, she lined the Destroyer up on ‘her’ ass hole and pushed inside. She was unable to mask the helpless squeal: part pleading, part rapture. And then Dusk knew for sure who this was and exactly how to break her for the sure fire win.
The GPK took a humongous pegging then, fucked deep and hard in a colon that Dusk knew every last inch of intimately. She moaned and howled, and yet still tried to deny her as she eventually pushed her off and got her cock back inside her. But Dusk wouldn't be denied and thrust a defiant finger inside her ass as the Destroyer fell free, keeping her finger firmly on the self-destruct button marked “P” to stimulate the first eruption of the match and take a dominant lead.
She was so comatose following it that a smirking Dusk felt sure that she could cruise and bully her way to glory. But a bratty GPK had other plans and struck at her most vulnerable moment of triumphant complacency, tangling her legs wide in the ropes and sucking on her spread pussy to nudge her libido into a death-dive of climax. Cursing her own lack of composure, Dusk crashed into a huge, hard climax, unable to hold back as the score was equalised in messy, spectacular fashion.
It was a slap across the face wake up call and a reminder not to assume anything until the final bell. Cursing herself and determined to finish the job, she went back to pegging The GPK until she faltered and her strength waned. Dusk pulled out and gloatingly spread her legs, offering a free shot. But when The GPK helplessly stroked her cock in arousal instead, Dusk knew she had her where she wanted her. With the shaft of The Destroyer in her fist, she thrust it back inside and swirled it around until the inevitable orgasm was triggered. This time there was no denying her supremacy as her opponent slithered to the floor in complete defeat. Collaring the now ex-champion, she slapped her ass hard with the LWR belt over one shoulder and her stolen g string over the other. Making a show of leaving her there, Dusk was delighted when she crawled out of the ring after her, just as she knew she would.
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.
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.
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