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.
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.
SYMBIOTIC SOUL - Lady Dusk hosts as second spirit that lives inside her body. A fusion between mortal and demon, The Duskubus is usually dormant. But every now and then, she is allowed (or forcefully takes) control of Dusk's body to experience reality.
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.
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"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
Sergina
A simbiotic parasite of the soul, this creature of darkness was borne of the unusual and rare fusion of a human psyche and the unbridled essence of demonic lust. The result was a human-succubus hybrid conscience that co-inhabited her body. After vying and scheming, The Duskubus succeeded in usurping Katrina's conciousness and held her mortal body to ransom. In the struggle that followed, she was extracted and placed into her own body. She was exiled and then discovered more of her human side, seeking redemption and forgiveness. A magical accident has returned her to Katrina's body and the two enjoy a somewhat peaceable truce, with The Duskubus remaining mostly dormant inside her. However, she does occasionally allow her demonic impulses to take over and assumes control of the host body.
Arena Record:
TWR: 78-40
LWR: 60-34-2
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:
The Duskubus vs Romantic (Hentai tournament round 1, win) - There was a rare opportunity for Lord Romantic and Lady Dusk to spend some sexy quality time together. Unfortunately, the Duskubus chose that momet to look out through her eyes and catch sight of the man who had led to her banishment and exile all that time ago. Seeking a chance to conclude unfinished business, she hijacked Dusk's body and proved to him that she was indeed strong by outfucking him. But when Roma said that he loved every part of Katrina, including The Duskubus, she was moved to apologise, retreat back into the depths of her soul and let Dusk enjoy her night with him with her blessing.
Golden Pink Killer (LWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, win) - A war 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. She came at GPK with full force, blew her out of the water and celebrated by laying across her defeated body and letting Amelia the Wolf fuck her with her futa cock on top of her.
The Duskubus vs Anne-Lena (Hentai tournament round 1 tie-breaker, loss) - Since her pact had been made, it hadn't been often that The Duskubus had made any attempt to seize control of Katrina's body. But having touched reality again against Romantic, the lustspawn hybrid had been reminded how sweet the glow of reality could be and was hungry to yet again sample the corporeal delights of Katrina's flesh. So, with no regard for the promise she had made, she seized control and cast Katrina back into the depths of her own body, vowing that she would only take it for a little bit. He sights fell upon Anne-Lena, herself a formidable seductress who had taken down a notorious demon hunter. However, Anne-Lena proved an immovable force and snuffed out The Duskubus's rebellion, proving the strength of mortal flesh as she resisted her dark magic and forced her to climax repeatedly and shrink back, satisfied, into Dusk's soul.
Maris (Classic, loss) - Despite coming to accept and love Maris's ownership, Dusk felt rebellious and so asked her mistress if it had to be QUITE so degrading. Could she at least stop wearing a collar emblazoned with "Maris's Kitten"? But when she came face-to-face with Maris and voiced this, she was decisively put in her place, rebelliousness suppressed as she was tied down and anally fucked into a screaming surrender, pleadging once again that she would never try to free herself from her mistress. Satisfied by her contrition, Maris granted her release by fucking her until she came helplessly. But this rebellion was not unpunished and, rather than achieving freedom from the collar, Dusk was instead punished by being locked in chatity again. When would she learn it was better to just be a good girl and do as she was told?
Kira the Wolf (Love mode) - Kira and Dusk had planned a loving evening together. But Dusk ill-advised rebellion against her mistress had landed her in chastity again. Feeling sad and disgraced, Dusk apologised that she had ruined their quality time. But Kira was both forgiving and loving. She didn't need sex to enjoy time with her wife and so they hugged and chatted and enjoyed simply being together in each other's arms.
However, following this, Maris went and locked Kira in chastity too, gaining dominion over both wives.
Roby (TWR, arena match, EFWC EASTERN TITLE MATCH, T.W.A.T match, win) - Any collision between these two titans of the ring always ended in sparks. This match, with the EFWC Eastern title on offer, was no exception. Roby was on supreme form as he crushed and dominated Dusk in the opening round. Not that she made mistakes or fought badly. It's just that he was on stellar form, to the extent that his victory seemed certain before the end of round 1. But a miracle resist got Dusk back into the match in a classic performance of the ages. And it was 50/50 as Roby nearly inched it at the end. But Dusk held in there yet again to claim the decisive orgasm and victory over her most fierce and respected rival.
Donny (TBR, loss) - Frustrated both physically and sexually after over a week in Maris's chastity belt, Lady Dusk was determined not to let her metal handicap affect her performance in the ring. So she headed for the gym and put in a mammoth training session, kicking the absolute shite out of a punching bag as she worked off some of her latent tension in lieu of a damned good fingering. In walks Donny, watching with a sly grin this sexy girl, obviously full of tension, work it all out. Time for fun, he thinks. A few jibes here, a cocky remark there and she bites. The went to a training ring, gloved up and prepared to do battle. With, of course, a side-bet of dominant sex for the winner.
Lady Dusk's boxing record was flat and limp as an 80-year-old dick but she was damned sure she wasn't going to lose this one. Donny came at her hard with gut shots straight off the bat but Dusk was nimble and dodged, swift and decisive in her reprisal. Donny wasn't going to be undeterred though and held firm. But after she stepped in, clinched him and rubbed her knee between his legs, his cock was firm too. Now fighting with an erection, Donny was then surprised as she kneed him in the chest. It was blatant cheating, but of course there was no referee to complain to in this informal sparring match. In his suprise, he was punched to the ground by a smirking Lady Dusk, but he was soon on his feet, not willing to let her get the better of him.
Much posturing, taunting and trash talk later, the fight was back in full swing. A cocky Lady Dusk was stiffening his erection with deliberately teasing views of her ass. But this made Donny all the more determined to claim her so he fought fire with fire, cheated and lifted her off the ground as she kicked and flailed helplessly in the air. A mighty shot to the gut winded her, ending immediately all wise-ass remarks and attempts to retaliate. In her moment of pure vulnerability, he dropped the finisher and put her down for good.
...or so she thought. Now in complete control, he dragged her up so that he could sadistically toy and torment her a little more. Laughing at her attempts to fight back, he dropped her immediately with another finisher. Again though, he let her groan brokenly on the mat before leaning down and dragging her back to her feet for more punishment. But this time, as he pulled her up, she flashed out with a fist, delivering a single kill shot to his forehead that knocked him out stone cold!
As he came around and opened his eyes, it was to the feeling of being stripped naked as Dusk unwrapped him like a Christmas present. She crooned that he may not have been lucky in the fight but that her chastity belt meant that this prize round was all about him. So, keeping her own clothes firmly on, she pinned and smeared him with her foot, meaning to make quite sure she disgraced him after he so arrogantly dragged her up off the mat to toy with her twice in the fight. That kind of cocky ego was exactly the sort that she loved to cut down to size. His choice was clear, swallow his pride and apologise contritely or else get humiliated and dominated by her feet.
Somewhat wisely, Donny decided to kiss her foot and apologise, figuring that it was a small price to pay if it meant he would get to cum for her mouth. Smiling in satisfaction, Dusk purred as she wondered what else she could get him to kiss, pressing other parts of her body to his soft, subjugated mouth and moaning in delight as she kissed her sensitive neck and shoulders. A week in chastity was a long time for anyone. But for Dusk, with her raging libido, this was a cool drink of pleasure in a desert of lust. A soon she was utterly lost in the feeling, leaking wetly in her metal chastity belt as Donny eroded all her control and made her into a hot, wet, squelching, subby, needy mess. Watching her fingers autonomously move across a pussy it could not touch, Donny smirked, knowing that he had successfully corrupted her.
Realising all too late that she had made herself desperately horny and with no way to relieve it, Dusk attempted to get back on track by going down on him to regain her control. But the moment she did, Donny gripped her and forceably rammed his cock down her throat. Squealing and wailing in futility, Dusk squirmed and tried to escape. But she couldn't. She had allowed her power and control to be completely taken away from her and, instead of dominating him with her mouth, she was now being gagged on it instead! The more she squealed and squirmed, the more he loved it as she fucked her helpless face, pinning her into the corner, waiting for just the right moment. And when her eyes came up to plead his, all full of broken misery and appealing for mercy, that was it. His cock twitched, pulsed and unloaded a gloating wad of cum straight down her throat as he held her there with no hope of a single drop being allowed to trickle outwards. Wiping his cock on her face and slapping her with it, he skipped out gleefully, leaving her frustrated, ashamed and impotently furious that, yet again, one of Maris's chastity belts had been her undoing.
Kira the Wolf (Hentai JOI) - It had been well over a week since Maris had locked Dusk into her chastity belt, and she was gasping for release. But there was more. After their sensual, romantic snuggle, Kira has ALSO found herself locked in chastity by the same woman! Now a chuckling Maris held the keys for both Dusk AND her wife! Dusk raged, she protested, she pleaded. But ultimately, she was powerless. Her mistress now had control over both her and her beloved Kira and if she wanted freedom for either of them then they had no choice but to bow to that power and do exactly as they were told.
With the luxury of time on her side, devious Maris had plenty of time to sit and think about how the two subjugated lovers could best amuse her. And then she came up with her genius plan. Two wives: one confident, bold and strong; the other shy and gentle. What if they were to swap roles? What if proud Dusk were to become a simpering sub and beg to be dominated by cutie Kira? That was the task. If Dusk begged enough, if Kira dominated her, then they could earn their freedom... maybe.
As per her instructions, Kira squeezed herself into a tight, adorable latex outfit. Dusk, ordered to look as subby as possible, crawled into the bedroom in her kitty ears and tail butt plug. Kira squirmed, uncomfortable with the idea of dominating her lover, but Dusk reassured her as she set up the camera to record the whole scene. Maris would watch it later and pass judgment on whether they deserved release. With the camera rolling, Kira shyly told Dusk to get naked. Dusk obeyed submissively, already used to taking orders from Maris and simply transferring that authority to "Miss Dommy Wolf" as she kissed and worshiped her breasts in that tight latex outfit.
Once she had spanked Dusk into a submissive mess, Kira soon started to find her feet and get comfortable with the idea of bossing her wife around. She removed the tail plug and slipped a dildo into the hole in the belt, ordering Dusk to ride it. She did, howling with almost torturous please as she fucked herself in the ass with it. After so long under lock and key, the sensation was incredible. Seeing Dusk debase herself spurred Kira on and she made Dusk howl out loud and verbally surrender in the most degrading way she knew. Pulling out the dildo, she unlocked the belt at last and inserted her fingers, edging and pleasuring her slowly and patiently until Dusk begged and begged to cum. After torturing her with pleasure, Kira finally gave her permission and finished off her wife, causing her to twitch and spray and howl as the camera lapped up every glorious detail of her submission.
Kira, of course, was still locked underneath her latex and was now beyond herself with desperation. The dommy facade slipping, she held the key in front of Dusk and begged her to make her cum too. Dusk was mindful of the camera rolling and refused to switch roles, reassuring her that she didn't have to beg: she was her toy tonight. But Kira was struggling to contain herself and maintain the role of dom. Taking matters into her own hands, Dusk took the initiative and pleasured her wife as a sub, first unlocking her belt to reveal the wettest pussy she had ever seen. Taking up the vibrating dildo from before, she placed it between her teeth and pushed it inside Kira with her mouth, sacrificing her pride. It took no time at all for Kira to reach her edge after a week and a half of chastity. And when Dusk rolled onto her back and pulled Kira on top of her face, she came like a queen, bursting and squirting a payload of cum at point blank range into her wife's face. Wet and stained, Dusk crawled to the camera as Kira lay panting on the bed. The last image the camera took was of her wet face as her thoroughly satisfied wife gasped in sweetest relief.
Following this, Dusk, now back in her kitten costume and chastity belt, crawled back to her mistress with both keys and a USB stick containing a video file. She had hoped that Maris would review the footage in private but she made her crawl onto her lap and watch her own debasement with her. Wincing and cringeing, Dusk came face-to-face with this shameful, submissive side of her laid bare and exposed for all the world to see. What had happened to her? She had been so strong and prideful when she had first come to EF? Where had that pride gone? And why was she secretly loving and craving the humiliation that only Maris could bring? But a delighted Maris had decided that Dusk's supplication had indeed earned her freedom. And somehow, the fact that this girl had that power of her turned Dusk on in ways she could not describe.
Maris (Classic, RP) - One of the conditions of Dusk's release from chastity was that after her session with Kira, she would go back to Maris dressed as a maid and shower her. So she did. Adorned in the very same outfit that had delighted Roby all that time ago, "Maidy Dusk" paid another visit to her mistress. Maris had just come off the back of a hard-fought narrow loss to Rin for the EFWC title that Rin had taken from Dusk herself. She was tired and sore and was pleased to have her kitten run a deep, hot bath, strip both of them naked and take her into the tb and help melt away the tension and frustration of her match.
Dusk had only been released from chastity less than 24 hours previously and so was in no mood whatsoever to push her luck and be anything less than a good kitten. She soaped up her mistress and cleaned every inch of her skin with love and care. Maris purred happily, delighted to feel the attention of her kitten and in need of such gentle affection right now. Selflessly, Dusk dipped below the surface of the water and kissed her mistress between the legs,sensing this need for care. Things heated up in the tub as Dusk pushed her own desire aside and focused all her attention on serving her mistress. At least, she did until Maris's fingers drifted down in appreciative reward.
Something colourful and translucent was resting on the side of the bath and it wasn't a bottle of shower gel. With a double-ended dildo fixed between them, the two women shared the pleasure and joy of being filled, but with Dusk trying to suppress her own pleasure. Between the toy and the tongue, Maris quickly enjoyed two deeply satisfying orgasms that melted away all of her stress and fatigue. She ordered Dusk to retrieve the bag of toys and, as she did, accidentally-on-purpose "absentmindedly" tickled her clit with her toes until Dusk was unable to suppress her pleasure any longer and burst, cumming straight onto her mistress's feet. She hastily muttered apology, shameful at cumming without permission whilst she was trying so hard to be good. But Maris smiled and soothed her. She was delighted by Dusk's obedience and willingness to please. Good kittens got rewards. Simple as that.
However, Maris was not done enjoying her kitten and so commanded her to get herself together and satisfy her some more. Easier said than done when she was fingering and edging her pet at the same time. Dusk did manage to bite down on her desires enough to follow orders though and strapped up, ploughing her mistress from behind, even as she chided about punishing her "naughty kitten". Dusk was unsure whether she should stop but Maris's insistence to "get on with it" soon answered that.
Gifting her mistress a third orgasm, Dusk was struggling to hold herself together and confessed how close she was to losing her mind herself. That was okay. Maris was almost done herself. Almost, but not quite. She removed the strapon from her kitten and told her to grind herself to orgasm on her pussy. Dusk did so, holding her edge obediently whilst Maris worked herself up to the brink. Then, waiting for the order to cum, she collapsed into a screaming fit of ecstasy, cumming hugely as a reward for her service whilst Maris came with her for a staggering FOURTH orgasm.
Utterly blown away, Dusk melted into her mistress's soft,strong arms as she cuddled her in the bed. She was weak and spent and helpless. maris, on the other hand, despite her four orgasms, was calm and sated as she stroked her kitten. She DID toy mischievously with the idea of locking the chastity belt back on her. But not this time. This time, the kitten had been a good girl.
Eily (LWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, win) - It seemed like a long time ago that Dusk and Eily had been lovers. Eily, new to the scene had been star-struck with Dusk and could not believe that her idol had confessed feelings for her. A sweet, tender romance had bloomed, always with the friendly but dommy undercurrent of a playful power exchange. But time had pulled the two lovers apart and cooled the feelings. Dusk had smiled sadly as the currents of life had drifted her sweet Eily away.
But then, a chance encounter. Eily had returned. Different, but still her. The sweet passion was gone but a gentle soul still resided in her. And before long, Eily had rejoined the wrestling circuit, signing up once again for T.W.A.T. Dusk was delighted to be matched against her former lover: this would be the perfect way to rekindle their relationship over a shared, mutual love of having sexy fun in the ring. She barely read the details of the fight contract that stated that Eily had rejoined the faction as a heel and that a condition of the match was for a humiliating stake to be wagered on the outcome of the match.
No matter, Dusk was full of excitement at a fun romp with a former lover. A fun romp, this was not.
The girl who stepped into the ring was Eily... but not as she knew her. Immediately, she was all over her like a visiouc wildcat, clawing at her clothes in an attempt to disgrace her and verbally degrading her. Dusk was gobsmacked and immediately went into defensive mode, staving off slurs and attacks and fighting for her life. Eily was ruthless and relentless, calling her a bitch and a slut as she tried to humiliate her in front of the audience. Dusk's Destroyer was still confiscated but Eily revealed her own strapon, taunting that it would be used to "thoroughly dominate her until her brains spilled out." Dusk's response was that if it went anywhere near her then it would end up so deep in Eily that she would be able to chew on it for breakfast. Eily continued her physical and verbal assault but Dusk resisted, kicking back at her and pinning her just so that she could get a moment to recover from her shock.
After a while, she did, waking up to the reality that this was a battle for pride in which, if she lost, she would be publicly and ritually humiliated. There was no warmth here, no mercy. It was either her or Eily. So, with no choice but to double down, she fought back with all her might. Finally setting herself, she deftly whisked off Eily's entire outfit and sticking the strapon up Eily's own pussy. Eily looked mortified and angry that Dusk would resist her, calling her despicable. Dusk was hurt. Why was Eily being like this with her? What did she ever do to deserve such hatred? She couldn't understand. But she had to stop her, no matter what.
She tried to rekindle the old sensual warmth with licks and kisses to her feet and pussy. And momentarily it worked. But Eily soon stripped Dusk's bottoms, leaving her exposed in her boots and bra as she fingered her. The girls entered a tense, pitched head scissor duel, each trying to squeeze their way to victory as they mutually fingered each other. And when Eily tried to use the discarded strapon like a dildo, it ended up in her ass instead. She seemed to be getting more and more irate that Dusk simply wouldn't submit or her without a fight and became determined to break her by force.
More tense, fraught fingering ensued before Eily inflicted the death blow. Finally getting the strapon around her waist, she bent Dusk over and entered her from behind. The second the rubber parted her vagina, Dusk was in desperate, desperate trouble. Without her own strapon to fight back, she was hopelessly outgunned and had no defense whatsoever to being fucked doggy style. Eily enjoyed a period of complete domination, culminating in her fucking Dusk to a helplessly forced orgasm on her back.
Eily felt sure that Dusk would break now and submit for the remainder of the match. But, despite taking an age to recover from her climax, Dusk was not out of this match. If anything, the cold, heartless treatment of Eily lit a fire of defiance in her. She could not allow herself to be forcibly broken like this. Not for anyone. She never went down without a fight when her back was to the wall. So even though she was being spanked face-down on the mat, she dragged herself back to action, finding a vibrator that had spilled from Eily's toy bag. She was so focused on making Dusk's ass red that she didn't see it, or Dusk's outstretched hand reaching for it. Not until it was thrust hard into her own pussy, forcing a squealing orgasm that leveled the score.
Eily was incredulous. She raged that Dusk seemed okay to submit to others... but was stubborn with her. Dusk gasped. Was THAT what this was about? That she had submitted to people like Maris? Was she disappointed that her former idol had become weak and submissive? Had she let her down by not being the strong fighter she always had? Well then, she would show her. She would win and prove that she was just as strong as she had always been.
But she was mistaken. That was not Eily's intent. And indeed, the harder she fought, the more disappointed and angry Eily became. More fractious fingering and strapon fucking and it was unclear exactly who would get the next orgasm to win it. But then, right at the worst possible time, the bell rang. The match clock had expired and neither girl had successfully broken the other in the allotted time. Instead, the result would be determined by referee's decision. And, at one orgasm apiece, the deciding factor was that Dusk still had her boots and bra on whilst Eily had been stripped totally naked.
For Eily, it was a dark and bitter blow, blackening her mood. And it wasn't much better for Dusk either. She now felt the stinging guilt of being awarded a win that she felt she did not deserve. Because this was a desperately unsatisfactory end to the match. But as she apologised to Eily, who was snarling furiously, and tried to leave, the referee stopped her. The crowd was chanting with expectation. Dusk was puzzled. What did they want? Then the referee reminded her of the contract. The match would result in a wager of humiliation for the loser. The crowd were waiting to see how Dusk would punish Eily. Dusk went cold. She didn't feel as though she had won anything. What right did she have to humiliate her opponent? But there was no getting out of it. So, apologising profusely, she ordered that Eily would be her foot slave for a week. Eily didn't want to hear the apology. In her eyes, Dusk had trampled all over her feelings and pride by refusing to submit and now by humiliating her. Dusk was dying inside, hating the way that this had turned out and hating Eily's anger towards her. But she had made that decision for a reason. It would give her a week with Eily to talk and try and reason with her and maybe repair some of the damage that had been done.
Sergina (Classic, win) - Now free from chastity, but with the reunion with Eily haunting her, Dusk was given pause for reflection. Was Eily upset because she had allowed herself to be dominated by others? Was she disappointing her by not being the strong, indomitable warrior she had once been? And when did that happen? She wore a collar permanently now, but there was something missing. Something that she had traded away and that had emasculated her. She needed the Destroyer back.
The only problem was that it was in the possession of a woman who had delighted in taking advantage of her before and trampling all over her pride. No matter. It was Dusk's and she would always be a shadow of her former strong self if she kept shying away from confronting her and demanding it back. So that was exactly what she did. Sergina was delighted and amused to see Dusk turn up on her doorstep the way she always knew she would. But she wasn't about to simply hand it over. No, she had had so much fun manipulating her into her own degradation before. And she was in a position of power: if Dusk wanted her precious toy back then she would have to trade for it. And what she took from her would always be so much worse. Yes, mischief was afoot, for sure.
Unfortunately for Dusk, she either didn't see the danger or just became too horny to take heed of the alarm bells clearly ringing in her head as Sergina invited her into her house sporting a skin tight bodysuit leotard complete with eye-catching, seductive bulge down the front. She laid the seduction on thick and hard and, despite her attempts to act tough and get what she came for, Dusk was soon sweating, pulse racing and laying down on Sergina's bed. Surely there was no harm in enjoying just a little quickie, right? Soon she was naked and moaning in submission as Sergina's devious, expert tongue stripped away her cautious resistance and ensnared her in a deeply arousing trap.
As soon as the gock came out and was rubbed all over Dusk's tits, the seduction was complete. Dusk all-but begged for it to fill her and Sergina gleefully obliged, teasing helpless squeals from Dusk as she subdued her, pinned her to the bed and gave her a slow, deep, thorough dicking. The more Dusk surrendered to her, the more softly corrupting Sergina became, purring into her ear to say about how much better a girlcock felt than a silly strapon toy and telling her to meow and say that she was Sergina's kitten. Dusk was tempted. Ooooooh, was she tempted! But at the same time, she knew deep down that, hot and horny as it would be to surrender, she would soon live to regret it if Maris caught wind of it.
And in that moment, she finally, finally listened to that voice of caution in her head. The voice telling her to remember what a world of trouble submitting to this dangerous seductress had caused the last time. And so, her fingers on the Destroyer, she revolted, fastened her toy around her waist for the first time in months and plunged it deep into Sergina's ass. The feeling of having such a familiar toy back under her control again... she had forgotten just how natural and effortless it was. Truly nothing had compared to it. So, with a smirk, she found her old mojo and did what she used to do best.
Panicking, Sergina felt the tangible moment that her carefully woven spell of seduction was shattered. Desperately, she tried to retain control, reaching for a hidden rope and attempting to snuff out Dusk's bid for control. But Dusk was quick on the uptake, intercepted her and, using her wrestler's strength, used them to tie Sergina down instead! Now bound, she was quite unable to resist Dusk as she rediscovered her old, habitual technique, rolling her hips to send the faithful toy lancing into her sensitive spots over and over again in a piston-like movement. Dusk was gleeful, feeling the power and joy of dominance that she had quite forgotten about after being downtrodden all this time.
Sergina's best-laid plan was falling down around her like catastrophic debris. Dusk had her in checkmate and they both knew it. But now it was Dusk's turn to wreak havoc. She set up her phone on the bedside table and set it to record, ensuring the camera caught a perfect view as she pulled Sergina back in her binds, girlcock swollen, alert and pulsating on the edge, and plunged her bodily back down deep onto the Destroyer to inflict the kill shot. The camera captured every glorious moment of Sergina's orgasm, committing every spurt to HD memory as she erupted all over her own bed sheets at chaotic angles. When the fountain had dried up, Dusk pitched her helplessly forwards face-down into the pools of her own mess, telling her that she had better clean it up if she wanted to sleep in that bed tonight. Ass dominated and gock trembling, Sergina could only beg for Dusk to keep the footage to herself. Dusk smiled and shrugged. She had got what she came for and, perhaps more importantly, she hadn't landed herself in any more trouble with her mistress whilst doing so.
Sujin (LWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, loss) - The last time Dusk had come face-to-face with this busty cutie, it had been a wildly oscillating match that had swung back and forth before ending in defeat for the redhead. This time, she was determined to level the record and get one back.
There was lots of posing and stretching as they limbered up but when the bell rang, Dusk threw herself at Sujin, taking her down in an attempt to smother her way to an early advantage. However, Sujin's fingering counter struck a death blow critical hit, striking her exactly right. Dusk blanched incredulously as her naughty pussy betrayed her and led to the most impossibly early orgasm in perhaps all of LWR history! She simply couldn't believe it as she squrmed and squirted straight into her panties, cumming within the first 60 seconds of the match!
An early psychological blow, the orgasm left Dusk humiliated. She attempted to cover her embarrassment by striking out immediately with her signature Twilight Twist, punishing Sujin for what she had done. Sujin squirmed and squealed as Dusk exacted her revenge, trying to finger her into an early climax of her own. Sujin resisted hard and squirmed free at last, taking most of their clothes with her. Dusk was horrified as she held up her panties, showing off the mess to the crowd. The shame of it stopped her dead in her tracks, giving Sujin an opening to tackle her to the ground and start working on that second orgasm. She fought back as best she could but Sujin's fingers were rampant, leaving her with no choice but to tap out in order to avoid cumming a second time!
Sujin laughed at Dusk during the penalty minute as she rubbed her, calling her weak and saying that if she had the Destroyer she would have taken it off her and fucked her with it. Dusk blinked. Of course! the Destroyer! She had become so used to fighting without it that she had forgotten all about it! Reaching out, she grabbed it, thrust Sujin down and doggy fucked her with it, finally reversing her fortunes and enjoying a period of complete domination. Settling back into her familiar groove, Dusk was irresistible as she drove it deep and broke Sujin down, bringing her to an inevitable climax as the crowd cheered the return of the crowd-pleasing toy.
Now smirking to herself, Dusk kept the pressure on, removing the strapon for ease of movement and pushing Sujin to the floor. Sujin tried to lick Dusk from below as she sat on her but Dusk reapplied her fingers. But it was Sujin who had the magic touch this day and when she fingered back, Dusk faded away despite her best efforts to hold ground. She went for broke and tried to make Sujin cum first but Sujin held on and locked Dusk into her very own Duskfall Pin to humiliate her with her own signature move. Dusk was locked in tight with nowhere to go and no way to avoid cumming with her head locked in her opponent's legs. But as she came, she twisted and stuck her tongue into Sujin's pussy. Sujin broke right back, squealing and squirting in an almost-mutual climax.
The crowd were on their feet watching this thrilling exchange. It was neck-and-neck and the next orgasm would win it. When the girls went pussy-to-pussy, Dusk gritted her teeth, tribbing with equal force as both girls entered a deadlock duel for dominance. But Dusk had removed the Destroyer earlier and Sujin claimed it, donning it to fuck Dusk with her own toy. It was game over the very instant it enetered her pussy. Irrisistible to all including its owner, the fabled toy did what it did best, bringing its unfortunate victim to the peak of pleasure. Dusk broke and surrendered, telling Sujin to fuck her to orgasm, which she did. Held down, Dusk came hard, defeated and undone by her own tricks and toys as Sujin claimed her second victory over her.
Eily (Classic, RP) - The reunion between Dusk and her former lover Eily had not been what she had been expecting. Rather than a loving, sexy romp, it had been aggressive and domineering and had left both girls feeling hollow and disappointed. Something was wrong here and Dusk could not work out what. Faced with having to choose a humiliation for Eily, Dusk had opted to make her her "foot slave" for the week. The crowd had cheered. This was a suitable humiliation. Eily had looked bitter and dhollow, despite Dusk's shamed apology. It was the ultimate trampling of her pride and reputation. How could she have disregarded her feelings so calously?
But Dusk had done it for a reason. Being a foot slave for a week gave them a week to talk, spend time together and sort out whatever problems there were between them. But she had no intention of degrading Eily further. So when Eily turned up, as promised, to Dusk's apartment, there was waiting for her a small pouch of nail varnish and files. It wasn't her usual thing but Dusk had figured that a week of nail painting and pedicures would be a suitable girly bonding experience.
But it was clear that something was still bothering Eily by the way she quietly filed and painted away, sounding subdued. There was a heart-to-heart, during which Eily opened up and everything poured out of her at once. The two had been warm lovers, but time and circumstance had drifted them apart and colled the relationship. Dusk had moved on in the intervening months, gaining both a wife and a permanent mistress. The former did not bother her: Kira was a friend and a loving girl and Eily blessed the union wholeheartedly, knowing that Dusk had many lovers and much love left over to spare.
But Maris? That was a source of bitterness for her. Because, long ago, Dusk had worn many collars without ever truly breaking for them. She had even exchanged them with Eily, and worn a necklace from Kira to protect her neck. She had made promises. And now, coming back, Eily could see she had forgotten and broken them. Why had this proud girl rejected her dominance only to accept another's? Collared and without the Destroyer, Dusk had seemingly embraced a submissive drive. And that was fine. But why had she done so for a woman Eily didn't even know? It felt like a betrayal.
Only, it wasn't. Dusk explained that her relationship with her mistress was one of love, too. Admittedly, the kind of love one may feel with a beloved dog, but a love nonetheless. And Dusk's submission was far from exclusive. As long as she abided by Maris's simple rules, it wasn't as though she was barred from submitting to another. She may well have done so in their wrestling match, had Eily not been so cold and aggressive.
But, to prove it, she reached into the bag beside the sofa and pulled out the freshly0liberated Destroyer. Eily gasped. It hadn't been lost after all! There were fond memories of this strapon. But Dusk proved her intentions and feelings were pure when she handed it to Eily and led her over to the bed. They would have a rematch and enjoy a fresh start to their reunion. But first, she was happy to make a pride sacrifice and selflessly get fucked into an orgasmic mess to prove herself to her ex-girlfriend. Delighted, Eily wrapped the straps around her waist and teasingly stripped Dusk to the waist, fingering her to get her excited. Encased in Eily's embrace, Dusk gasped and moaned, getting hotter and wetter until she could take it no longer and backed herself onto the strapon. Grinning in Dusk's ear, Eily softened all over again, melting to see her cute Duskie moaning and melting all over again for her. After a doggy fuck spanking, Dusk clenched and climaxed spectacularly, giving Eily exactly what she needed. They would indeed try their fresh start again. But actions spoke louder than words and whatever issues had stood between them had now gone.
Eily (TBR, T.W.A.T match, loss) - Following their reconciliation in Dusk's apartment, Dusk and Eily had decided to have another shot at their reunion after a long period of absence. Their wrestling match had been cold, dispassionate and full of unspoken resentment. But after Dusk had proved that she was indeed willing to submit to Eily by letting her fuck her with the Destroyer, the air was cleared and ready for the fun, sexy romp that they had originally anticipated. There was no arena match scheduled for a rematch but Dusk had an idea of her own. Booking on of the arena training rooms for a private session, the two planned to have a friendly boxing session with the winner getting to control the sex and dominate the loser. Perfect. The Destroyer was hung on the ring post as a temporary trophy for the winner.
Smiling, they pulled their gloves on went to the centre of the ring. Eily, less experienced in the sport, jumped the gun and took Dusk by surprise with an early blow to the face. But, after staggering and reeling, Dusk displayed her experience and prowess, keeping Eily on the back foot with a combo that left her staggering blindly. A sudden, fierce counter eventually stopped Dusk's assault in its tracks, causing her head to spin. Eily, now full of fun and mischief, dragged her to the mat and rained blows on her. A wailing Dusk hit back, trying to defend herself, which made Eily grin even more. She sure did find it adorable to make the cute Duskie wail for mercy!
Now with her dommy blood pumping and feeling the thrill of playfully breaking the rules, Eily pulled a flustered and complaining Dusk into her breasts, sealing off her airways and subduing her as her cries were muffled. Dusk was starting to get wet as the naughty Eily cheated her way to an advantage. But, nestled in her cleavage, who was she to complain? Not that she was going to roll over and accept defeat without a fight. When Eily pushed her away, she came back on the offensive with a stinging combo chain that left Eily sprawled on the mat.
But all this achieved was to excite her even more and, when she got up, she stunned Dusk not with a reprisal attack but by pulling down her top! A flustered Dusk gasped and floundered, not knowing how to handle the submissive rush of blood to her pussy. Eily smirked mischievously at Dusk as she tried in vain to get her head back into the match and concentrate on winning the fight rather than how good it had felt to bend over and take the Destroyer doggy style only that very afternoon. So flustered she was that when she darted forwards to attack, she misjudged the distance, tripped over Eily's boot and crashed down to the mat. Eily was in full predator mode now, smelling the scent of Dusk's wet, subby pussy already as she straddled her and rained blows on her. Dusk's frantic wails only spurred her on to keep hitting her as she pinned her between her legs, especially when her gloves came up forlornly to try and protect her head. In was too gorgeous to resist, and Eily finished her off with a mighty shot to the head that left her dazed, groaning, half-naked and thoroughly defeated between her legs.
Eily giggled, delighted by the adorable sight of a dozy Dusk, out-fought and defeated. Now came the moment she had been waiting for all these months. She pulled Dusk in and made her kiss and worship every inch of her body. Dusk was drowning in submissive arousal, bested by her ex-lover and made to lick and kiss every inch of her beautiful, busty, sweaty body. She gave her a passionate lip massage, working her way all the way down to Eily's feet as she delighted her by swapping roles after the last match's ending.
Eily and Dusk both knew where this was heading and Eily went and retrieved Dusk's Destroyer, making her kiss and lick her winner's pussy as her own toy flopped heavily across her forehead. Dusk was going out of her mind with excitement, leaking so much that drips were seeping through the material of her crotch. Eily stoked the fire, kissing and sucking on Dusk's nipples until she fumbled with the seams of her leotard and unfastened the poppers, exposing her pussy and begging for the strapon. Still Eily denied her, keeping her waiting as she went down on her and edged her with her tongue. The more Dusk howled and moaned and pleaded, the more Eily loved it. The more Eily loved her. The two were reconnecting and the depth of feeling that remained between them was obvious. Confessing her feelings to Dusk, she finally gave her what she wanted and pushed her own strapon deep inside her doggy style.
Dusk's mind went blank and she was utterly beyond words. But the passion and feeling in her moans told Eily exactly what she needed to know: That Dusk was still in love with her too. Smilling broadly, she pleasured her lover with deep, meaningful thrusts of the toy, hitting deep-seated spots that set off fireworks in Dusk's brain. Taking her expertly to the peak of pleasure, she shattered her lover with stinging spanks across her ass, spending Dusk spiralling into complete orgasmic melt down. Delighted at just how helpless and weak Dusk was post-orgasm, Eily wrapped her loving arms around her and enjoyed the warm, blissful moment of being reunited with her old flame and feeling the love blossom anew.
Shinobu (LWR, arena match, loss) - Loud-mouthed youngster Shinobu entered the wrestling scene like an obnoxious whirlwind, running her mouth off at Lady Dusk about how she would love to dominate her in the ring, the sexy slut, and how she would use her face like a throne. Dusk chuckled softly, holding her decorum and suppressing a smirk as she politely answered that many girls had indeed tried. But Shinobu seemed to have her in her sights and kept jibing and provoking until Dusk calmly put down her metaphorical beer and accepted her challenge. Shinobu's goal was clear: to face-sit Dusk into a suppressed mess. Dusk's was equally clear: to teach this upstart noisy newbie who ruled THESE rings.
True to this, Dusk started strong, tackling Shinobu straight to the mat and locking her in one hold after another, countering her attempts to escape. The battle was highly-charged and messy from the outset, with Dusk feigning exaggerated pain and duping her opponent into believing she was out of it, only to launch a surprise power bomb. And when Shinobu countered with a vicious back breaker, the crowd knew they were in for a tense battle between two girls who couldn't afford to lose and desperately wanted to win and bring the other down to size.
The bad blood was stoked when, after seemingly exhausting Dusk in the back breaker, Shinobu crawled over her to pin her... only to find that a wily hand had firm hold of her outfit and peeled it off her on the way up! Furious, she now sought to dominate the veteran sexually. A huge fingering and clit-rubbing war broke out, during which the crotch of Dusk's leotard was opened. Thinking she had the upper hand, Shinobu started her campaign to face sit Dusk into submission and planted her bare pussy on her mouth, only to recoil as Dusk's wily tongue punished her and allowed her to be inverted and eaten out.
More hair-pulling clit-rubbing catfighting later and it was clear that Dusk had underestimated her opponent's tenacity. She was a serious threat and so she pulled on her Destroyer, spearing Shinobu on it and taunting her as the wind went out of her sails. Somehow, she persevered and disrupted Dusk's thrusting rhythm with a gymnastic bend of the leg to get her toe in her pussy. From there, Dusk pinned her and rubbed her pussy, trapping her for so long that it looked for certain as though she would succeed in schooling this upstart brat. But a retaliatory scissoring flipped the power back and, when Shinobu planted her pussy down on Dusk's nose and mouth, she wrapped her legs under her head to ensure there was no air and nowhere to go. An (extremely hot) couple of minutes passed as Dusk's furious, frantic screaming and thrashing got progressively quieter and weaker... until it stopped altogether, leaving her limp and immobile flat on her back, totally and utterly smothered out. Shinobu smiled as she stripped the rest of Dusk's clothes to humiliate her. She had promised to turn her into her throne and now she had succeeded.
But what fun would it be if Dusk was passed out and unable to feel the shame of her humbling? Shinobu slapped her face to wake her up. She was groggy and dazed and utterly helpless, but she was awake enough to be aware of what was happening to her and that's what counted. But what was missing was Dusk squirting and cumming helplessly like a disgraced loser. So Shinobu clamped their pussies together and showed her who the REAL queen of this ring was, tribbing her with her arms pinned down over her head and ignoring her cries for mercy until she broke and squirted messily all over the winner's pussy. Seeing Dusk disgraced and beaten, Shinobu smiled broadly. All that was left to do was to take the Destroyer from around her waist and fuck her into further orgasms with it.
Jada Terrell (Classic, win) - It had been a short while since Ashley Graham, Dusk's agent, had dropped a lucrative offer into her lap but she came up with the goods yet again, for sure. A wealthy client was willing to sign a blank cheque in order to arrange an exclusive private match between her and Jada Terrell. Two goddesses of the bedroom tangling in the sheets until only one was able to walk? That was worth half a million dollars of anyone's money. Truth be told, Dusk needed no incentive to roll on the bed with the sexy, powerful Jada. But admittedly, the money was a massive turn-on too. As was the arrangement that the client would remain anonymous and watch through a stream captured by a remotely accessed camera.
A private limousine collected both girls separately and escorted them to the penthouse building where, on the 84th floor, the match would be conducted. Both girls wore revealing lingerie for the journey, concealed under long, heavy coats and feeling aroused in the cold winter air. When Dusk arrived, Jada was waiting for her in a delicate lace leotard, her powerful, noble frame the picture of sexual desirability with her flawless skin and sleek curves. Neither girl said a single word. Dusk simply let the cot fall from her shoulders, revealing a crimson satin camisole and matching panties. They held each other's gazes wordlessly as they gravitated towards one another, laying a thick, loaded atmosphere of unspoken lust and longing, waging a war of seduction that transcended the camera and set the tone for a deeply passionate bedroom duel.
It was Dusk who flinched first, unable to resist letting her fingers trail along Jada's smooth skin as she circled her. Scoring the opening secret points, Jada smiled, seeing how much Dusk was longing for her. This enabled her to take immediate advantage, running her hands all over that body and rubbing her breasts throught he flimsy silky top as she rubbed and enticed her. And once Dusk was purring in her grip, she struck a seductinve blow, slapping and groping her ass. Dusk was so melted and turned on that, as she continued to do it, she sunk lower and lower and lower, until she was bent over the corner of the bed, spanked into subspace and oozing juice into her panties at feeling the delicious powerlessness of being disciplined like a naughty girl over the lap of a powerful woman she had nothing but lust for.
Seeing no reason whatsoever to stop giving Dusk the spanking that she craved, Jada used soft silk ribbons to tie her hands behind her back, rendering her immobile and powerless as she slapped and spanked. Dusk howled in rapture, delighting in such indulgence of her deepest, most submissive desires. As soon as Jada's hand was coming away wet, she knew she had Dusk trapped in a private jail of subspance. Switching tactics, she used her toe to tickle and rub Dusk's clit through her silk panties, melting her brain further. It was honestly shocking how easy it had been for her to disarm, subdue and tame this champion sex fighter into begging and moaning for her touch. With a healthy bonus for a flawless win on the line, it was inconceivable that Dusk was giving up. And yet that was exactly what was happening.
Jada loosened the silk binds and continued, seeing no resistance from Dusk, who groped her own breasts and moaned deep into the sheets. But when Jada led her to the window, pressed her up against the cold glass and slid down those silk panties, she made a simple and decisive tactical error. For she had misread Dusk's state of mind. Pushed so deeply into an all-consuming submission, she had activated a deep and unstoppable desire in her opponent, stoking the fires of lust to become a force of nature. And when her ass cheeks touched that glass, the sensation dragged Dusk from the thick fog of subjugation and gave her the presence of mind to take what she wanted rather than beg for it.
Pushing Jada's head down to her freshly exposed pussy and placing a leg over her shoulder, Dusk demanded to be licked, wrapping the silk ribbon around Jada's neck like a makeshift collar in order to keep her there. Jada immediately realised what she had done but it was too late: Dusk in such deep heat was a truly unstoppable force. After taking firm control of the situation, Dusk was fully awakened, in predator mode and with a retreating Jada firmly in her cross hairs. Dragging her by the makeshift silk collar, she soon her her on the bed, held down by the neck and Destroyer around her waist. As soon as the signature toy was inside her, Jada's fate was sealed. But when Dusk used the ribbons to tie her wrists to the bed she was truly doomed.
The turnaround in fortunes was truly staggering. From gasping, leaking and moaning, Dusk was now fully dominant as the room was filled wit Jada's wails of despair and sobs of pleasure as she took the strapon deeper and deeper inside, resistances vain as they broke one by one with each successive plunge of the silicone breaker. Wide-eyed and grinning, Dusk studied every inch of that perfect face, watching the creases of her eyebrows turn down and studying the wonderful bleeding of hope from her eyes, replaced with a dawning realisation that this one was all over. And when she saw that, Dusk simply stopped, holding the toy steady and letting a broken Jada yearn for orgasm as she thrust herself back onto it with her hips. Dusk watched and she waited: waited for that moment in her eyes when the switch was flipped. And when she saw it, saw the moment of climax, she dropped her hips and finished the job with the most relentlessly overwhelming fucking she could manage, taking Jada hurtling way past the point of orgasm and into a heady private world of bliss that ripped her head clean open with a stellar detonation of climactic stimulation. The camera saw her disappear under the red hair blanket of Dusk, her exposed fingers twistching in their silk binds and screams and squeals filling the air as her smooth legs kicked and thrashed.
When all was done and Jada was spent, floored by a singular, nuclear orgasm, Dusk pulled out and strutted over to the camera, Destroyer swinging between her legs and ripping the juices of Jada's downfall. the last thing the client saw was Jada, spread-eagled, bound and spasming pussy oozing fluid. And then the feed cut dead. But now alone at last, Dusk untied her and soothed her with the gentlest, most loving caresses of her lips, from her navel all the way up to her ears, where she whispered huskily, "You should have kept spanking me, sweetie. I was yours for the taking."
Timmy McCallister (TWR, arena match, win) - University student Timmy McCallister was taking part in the league as an extra-curricular activity both as a hobby and as a way to earn some cash on the side. Good for him, thought Lady Dusk. It sure did beat working on the checkout of a supermarket. So when he found himself facing off against a superstar, she thought that the gulf of experience earned him a little bonus bet. She toyfully bet her entire share of the winnings, saying he could have the lot if he won. When he asked what he could bet if he lost, Dusk grinned. The only thing he had that she wanted was his ass: it had been a while since the Destroyer had claimed any fresh victims.
Far from starting timidly like some star-struck student, Timmy exploded out of the gates, bringing the intensity, bringing the fire. He hit Dusk with an immediate suplex (the first of many), letting her know that he had come to FIGHT. But so had she. And rather than staggering around being stunned by his prowess, she showed her own and countered punishing him by dragging him down and applying a crucifix hold as they landed. Timothy kept up the pressure and Dusk tried to laugh it off, seeing it mistakenly as a burst of initial energy and confidence as he bent her painfully into a back breaker. But this was no temporary flash in the pan. This was a talented young wrestler setting the tone of the entire match.
Dusk was immediately aware that this boy meant business and so matched his intensity, kicking straight into her top gear and engaging in a tense, withering, highly physical duel. Both were slippery as greased eels as they refused to stay down for long, despite suplexes, slams and submission holds. Indeed, as they writhed across each other, it was Dusk who eventually worked her way on top as Timothy's clothes went first, shortly followed by her own, leaving both naked and gasping for breath after an exhausting ordeal.
As soon as the action inevitably turned sexual, the two continued their neck-and-neck thriller of a match as Timothy tried to hold her down long enough to bang her to climax. Dusk resisted his attempts, crushing his head under her full body weight until he tapped out, giving her the first real advantage of the match. Not that it lasted long. As soon as she tried to press her advantage and mount him, he threw her straight down onto her face, held her there and pounded her into orgasm to immediately swing the advantage right back in his favour. Not that she settled for that for long. Taking his dick in her hand once she had her breath back, she pumped it and broke him right back, emptying his seed all over the mat to send a message that she wasn't out of this just yet.
The crowd were electrified watching this back-and-forth pendulum of a match. But it was only just beginning. The last portion of the match was a wild, undulating volley of tap-outs as they both looked to inflict the killing blow. Timothy roared back to life and leveled the scoring, overwhelming Dusk with a voracious doggy pounding that had her pounding the canvas with her hand. This prompted her to get really serious and retrieve the Destroyer. She had said that she would reserve it for the post-match punishment but desperate times called for desperate measures and she took the wind out of his sails with an anal pounding. Only, Timothy escaped once again and, regaining his sensibilities, pulled the exact same stunt as before, trapping Dusk in a doggy position and making her tap out to the real thing yet again.
Timothy now held a 1-tap-out advantage, and Dusk was barely able to stand, depleted by this relentless onslaught. Timothy could see she was running on vapours and tried to finish her off. But Dusk's experience and caliber gave her that hidden reserve and, through sheer determination and tactical prowess, did JUST enough to avoid giving him the opportunity to break her. Confounded, Timothy was forced to tap out yet again when she crushed him between her legs in a body scissor hold, giving her a penalty minute and a crucial opportunity to finish this once and for all. Mounting him, she had the final say as her pussy finally broke him for the decisive orgasm. She made sure to finish the ride to his satisfaction, full of respect for the awesome performance he had given her. Indeed, there was no way that she could justify cashing in on her bet: he did not deserve to be humbled with a public pegging after bringing it to her so emphatically. So instead, she kissed him and congratulated him wholeheartedly, telling the ref to give him her portion of the match earnings to help him through university. She didn't need it as much as he did and he had really earned his keep this day. Timothy was gracious in defeat, telling her that it had been a true honour to lose to her.
Maris (Classic, RP mode) - Lady Dusk had amanged to be a good kitten and Mistress was pleased with her, declaring that she could have a reward as long as it wasn't too much. Dusk knew that asking anything outlandish like having the collar removed or to be the dom would either lead to her treat being revoked or, worse, a spell in the Chastity of Punishment. So she thought and decided on some nice, gentle, sweet subby time with Mistress, feeling gloriously free from responsibility as she let her take control and look after her.
But meanwhile, a new figure on the scene had set his sights on her, saying that he wanted to defeat her, spank her, collar her and make her cum endlessly. Dusk sniggered, saying that defeating her would be the hardest part, right before convincing Maris to release her kitten's collar. Nevertheless, Christian approached her anyway, asking for Dusk to be released so that he could put his own collar on her. Predictably enough, Maris wasn't sold on the idea. So when she took her sweet kitten into her arms for her reward for being a good girl, she had ulterior motives for doing so.
To Dusk, it was a wonderful subby time as she bent low, ass raised high and squealed in shameful delight at being spanked over Mistress's knees in her skin-tight leather "spanky pants". Maris was a true master, leaving Dusk suspended in anticipation, never knowing when the next spank would come, or how hard. Until eventually, Dusk's pussy was oozing in to=hose tight trousers. By the time Maris peeled them off her, she was leaking and her head was spinning with arousal. Maris strapped up and entered her ass, thrusting deeply and sending Dusk into fits of pleasurable moans as she continued to spank her.
But when she put her phone on to record, the mood changed. Maris had Dusk trapped and helpless and turned up the intensity, thrusting hard and spanking harder, recording a hard-dom anal fucking and spanking to stamp her territory on "Kitten" as she dominantly and possessively marked her property until Dusk came publicly on film dominated beyond doubt as she shuddered and wailed submission. Maris took up the camera and growled low "But you fuckers get it.. kitten.. is mine and only mine.." before cutting the recording.
Now that she had recorded her message for Christian or any other would-be collar usurpers, Maris changed back to a gentle, loving mistress. She scooped a confused and stunned Dusk up and apologised, smoothing her hair and caressing her. Now she could have her true reward, as she took the Destroyer to wear two strapons simultaneously for two holes. Entered and penetrated in two ways at a time, Dusk's brain melted down and she sagged into a mindless world of pleasure that was almost too intense to bear. Maris knew this and was gentle as she thrusted softly into her ass and pussy at the same time. Dusk had been a good kitten:only Mistress was allowed in her ass. So Maris made it count, slowly building up speed and rhythm to allow her sweet kitten to enjoy herself, culminating in a shuddering, sundering orgasm that had her squirting violently as she screamed into a mouthful of bed covers. But Maris was earnest in her desire to reward kitten and so carried on, fucking her long into the night until she lost her mind completely and simply folded limply into her mistress's loving arms.
Wazy (TWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, win) - The tide of fate washed an old rival beck onto the shores of T.W.A.T in the form of Wazy. The two had enjoyed a rivalry back in the day, before Wazy left the scene. Now he was back and when he saw Dusk, there was a knowing smirk on his face at the memory of a supreme victory he had won against her. Dusk was smirking too, thinking back to her past glories, memories stirred by seeing this familiar rival register back into T.W.A.T.
It wasn't long before the two were paired up in the ring. An exchange of gloating taunts meant that each of them would set out to prove themself to the other. To that end, the battle on the mat was a sweaty, feisty affair as they srained against each other, trying to assert dominance over the match. Wazy seemed very sure that he could subdue Dusk with spankies and superior strength, having done so before. But Dusk wasn't going down easily and, when she sat on his face to stop him doing just that, something magical happened. He went quite still.
Smirking and sniggering, Dusk chided that she had found a secret weakness. Wazy protested that he had no such thing, but her ass confounded him time and time again. Whenever he found himself buried under her sweet cheeks, it seemed to sap the fight right out of him. No to say that Dusk dominated the match. Far from it: Wazy was a tenacious competitor who gave her a real run as he suplexed and trapped her time and again. Only, Dusk always seemed able to return to that very same position and keep the momentum in her favour. His game plan on disarming her with spankies was crumbling fast. She seemed to have the mental fortitude to avoid succumbing to themfor long enough for him to assert real control.
When the clothes came off, the time spent sniffing her butt crack had left Wazy with an erection that could chisel through stone. Dusk had the top positiona nd the momentum behind her and she used it, breaking down his resistance as she pleasured and edged him with her hand and pussy. Wazy tried to power fuck his way out of trouble from the bottom but it was clear she was bossing him around by this point. hen he crawled away from her to safety, his ass was like a target,into which she slid the Destroyer for the killing blow. All resistance broken, Wazy was anally fucked into submission, leaving Dusk free to blow him into an eruption in her mouth.
She was so dominant that she crooned for him to give in already. But he wouldn't. He felt sure he could fight his way back into this one and so tried. But Dusk had cornered and dominated him in every aspect of this match by now so his attempts to power fuck her were just met with delighted croons of "good boy" and "yes, give it to me" until eventually she let herself enjoy a dominant orgasm on his cock, figuring that her lead was so significant that she could afford to have a little fun.
As the fog cleared for her, a memory surfaced from their previous rivalry. Wazy had worn Dusk's collar for an absolute age, struggling and failing to remove it for the longest time. In fact, she was pretty sure that it was till in her gym bag somewhere. Now, she had crushed him so completely that it only seemed fitting for him to wear it once more. She told him this as she reared on him again, crushing the last hope that he had of pulling off a glorious return. After pegging him once again, she lowered her mouth onto his cock, feeling the delightful moment that he stopped resisting before he broke for her again and shot a pledge of defeat into her moth for a second time. She smiled down at him as he lay in defeat, crooning that yes he would be her good boy and yes, he would wear her collar again. With a kiss, she wrapped it around his nek again where it belonged and locked it shut, welcoming a Collared Cutie back to the fold.
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