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 caimed by Maris, who refers to her as her "kitten". Maris's rules for her kitten are simple and clear. 1: No calling other girls "mistress". 2: Her ass is reserved for Mistress's use only. Lady Dusk wears a plug to prevent rule number 2 from being broken [so the anal kink is disabled for girls too, now].
FACTION FIGHTER - Lady Dusk is a member of the Total Wrestling Alliance Team wrestling faction, the Tournament of Nations and EFWC.
Member of The Pink String Arena.
EFWC Night of Dominance opponents still to play:
Bran
Deep
Aby
Harrison
Mark
Roby
Aryan
Case
MADAME DUSK - Lady Dusk has foregone a lavish lifestyle and instead saved up her winnings to buy The Crimson Cavern Club, where she used to work. The Club is a haven of decadence; a pleasure house in which any fantasy can become reality. And Lady Dusk is now the sole owner.
PROUD PARENT - Lady Dusk has 5 children. With Kichi the Slime, she has
A daughter, Brooke
And a son, Marinus
And with Sophia Reign, she has 2 daughters, Katherine Nettleton-Reign (or “Kitty" for short!) and Star.
With Riley, a daughter, Yorshka.
UNBREEDABLE - Thanks to the living, sperm-eating slime that Kichi the Slime put in her womb, Lady Dusk is immune to pregnancy. Unless, of course, the slime is removed.
Ring name: Lady Dusk
Real name: Katrina Nettleton
Age: 23
Height: 5'7"
Hair: back-length, ginger, straight
Breasts: C cup
Entrance music: "Emperor Fangs"
Signature moves: The Duskfall Pin, Insidious Corruption, The Twilight Twist (m), The Twilight Twist (f), Wind-up smash (boxing finisher), Dusk's Destroyer
Signature punishments: Collared Cutie, Dusk's Seat, Another name for the list, Clean the Destroyer
Achilles' heel (weakness): - Now WHY would I tell you that? Oh alright then, I'll give you a clue. It rhymes with "hankies".
Okay... she MAY also have one that rhymes with "metting bounded by huta gox" too!
Katrina is a warm, sweet, loving girl with a raging libido and a strong streak of mischief. In her formative years, she knew that she was different to those around her, enjoying a care-free spirit and indomitable cheeriness. But her teenage years were harsh and, despite her good looks, felt isolated from mainstream social acceptance. It was only as she got older that she found the confidence to return to her true self and admit that the idea of power over others was one that she found deeply, deeply exciting.
Ever since she first came across the sport, Katrina has been absolutely enthralled with the excitement and heightened emotions of gaining and losing dominance. She knew from the first moment that she wanted to be a part of this exciting and dangerous world and worked hard to achieve her dream. But this has nothing to do with becoming a champion, or being famous or anything like that. She does this for the sheer thrill of the power over someone, the risk of humiliation, the battle for dominance.
Joining the wrestling world under her pseudonym "Lady Dusk," Katrina seeks the unparalleled thrill of sexual power: that glorious moment when she is so overwhelming that someone breaks for her into helpless orgasm or surrender. But what Katrina cannot admit, even to herself, is that the reverse is also true. Like the reverse side of a coin, she finds the old feelings over bullied powerlessness, so prevalent in her teenage years, just as irresistible. She may work extremely hard to suppress those submissive urges and become the all-conquering domme, but like a force of gravity, that unslakable hole in the pit of her soul is always pulling her back, refusing to stay quiet for long.
HOW I INTERACT: Everything I do with Dusk, I do through role-play. Everything I do is in character: when you talk to or fight, it is HER you are doing it with, not me. This means that some of her feelings and thoughts will differ to my own. Any out-of-character talk will be in square brackets.
THE NARRATIVE: Any PvP interactions (games, DMs) potentially feed into the ongoing story of Dusk, which I write up here on my profile. The play history of Dusk is her backstory, so there may be times when I draw links to events that have happened previously or with other people on EF.
PLAYING GAMES WITH ME: My available times are usually Tuesday and Thursday evenings, 8 pm GMT and Saturday and Sunday mornings 8 am GMT. I can also usually play on a Friday or Saturday night at 10pm but prefer games not to go on too late at these times. My time slots are very rigid due to IRL restrictions. I cannot be very flexible with these times.
DOMINANCE: Lady Dusk likes to think of herself as a dom but the truth is that she can be melted if handled correctly. She is a sensual lover who delights at pleasure control. She is not a hard dom or hard sub so don't expect her to behave like it without building up to it.
Lady Dusk is a dom-leaning switch and a lesbian-leaning bisexual. The way she behaves is quite different for boys and for girls.
AGAINST BOYS: Lady Dusk tends to always act dominantly towards boys. She loves them but fundamentally enjoys getting one over on them. Aggressive maledom attitudes really annoy her and either turn her off or make her determined to put boys in their place.
AGAINST GIRLS: Lady Dusk is much softer towards girls and weaker to their charms. She will still try to dominate girls but, unlike dominant boys, dominant girls are more likely to make her will crumble and submiss her. She is also much more attracted to girls and is more likely to form romantic attachments to them. Lady Dusk is particularly weak when it comes to transgender and futa girls.
Kinks:
👍femdom, pegging, bondage, forced orgasms, cum control, denial, ruined orgasms, chastity, tickling, spanking, milking/multiple orgasms, worship, feet, facesitting, feminisation, oral sex, romantic, sensual, cuckolding
👎LIMITS: fisting, extreme CBT, cum eating, blood/scat/piss, man-on-woman anal.
👎 I'm not keen on being called names without justification either. She is not a bitch or a slut. She's a very lovely girl. So please don't come straight out and call her it unless the direction of the narrative has taken us there.
"Des-troy-er! Des-troy-er! Des-troy-er!"
(People who have either cum on the end of it, or have been punished with it):
Wrestler Sam
Belle
Stephanie
Lady Dusk
Reki
Gia
Boss Jack
Dusky Lad
Iona
Psyko
KL 1996
Brooke the Slimy Fighter
Yoimi
Tehmeena Afzal
Gentle Sir
Sir Connor
Lila Rios
Mister Valentine
Wazy
Cyrus
Jasmine
Alyss Jameson
Rahla
Andromeda Stirling
Ranni
Bisky
Rathia
Alu
Hannah
Kira Ranmaru
Katha the German Queen
John M
Doutrinador
Shani Robbins
Sophia
Alice Rose
Amanda (or was the Destroyer a victim of her?)
The Sex Fighter Jay
Tanya The Korean Queen
Kaitlyn
Jenny the Scarecrow
Casey Reyes
Eily
Harrison
Maris
Mario
naDine
Zack Milton
Mark
Fred Stark
Riley
Neralla
Sujin
Cody Ashton
Tanishq
Raphaela
Ash Vale
Nikki
Vanessa Velvet
Jada Terrell
Kriss
thewomaninthebox
The Golden Pink Killer
"Luscious" Brittany Night
Aria
Cuty (the slutty maid)
Kyla Jackson
Yasmina
Aryan
Arena Record:
TWR: 75-39
LWR: 57-30-2
TBR: 9-10
Official league matches only. Competitive matches that were RPd as training or informal are not counted.
Title Match Record:
TWR: 16-10
LWR: 24-7-2
T.W.A.T Ladies' title: 2 wins
EFWC Hardcore championship: 3 wins
GOTH: 0-2
Tournament Record:
LWR Tournament 2024: 3rd round.
TWR Tournament 2024: Runner-up.
T.W.A.T: 4-time queen.
T.W.A.T: 1-time ladies' champion.
Office Sluts Tournament: Runner-up.
LWR Tournament 2025: 1st round.
TWR Tournament 2025: 2nd round.
History:
Gray Hellsmile (TWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, loss) - Lady Dusk had long since been a point of fascination for monochrome bunny wrestler Gray Hellsmile. She was on his bucket list of fights and he was delighted when they finally met in the ring. Dusk was delighted too: 2 inches shorter than her and with a spankable ass in tight shorts. he was just the sort of easy prey that she needed in order to extend her winning streak out of the black hole of disaster she had recently found herself in.
However, Gray turned out to be no pushover. Despite her size advantage and the fact that she was able to overpower him in any test of strength, it was he ho ended up wearing her down in the opening exchange, always seeming to end up with the pins and holds that forced her to dig deep and expend energy in which to escape. Before long, she was panting and blowing, trying to keep up with his ferocious tempo. Not that Gray was having it all his own way. Every time he thought he had her trapped, she seemed to contrive a miracle escape or reversal. The crowd were hooked: this was a fascinating tangle for control and, although Dusk seemed more tired, Gray seemed to be in more pain. No one could call it.
But by the time the sex round started, Dusk’s arousal was embarrassingly obvious to all. She was flexible enough that a single leg camel clutch wouldn’t be agony, but the river of wetness from her crotch was shameful enough for her to admit that she wanted his cock. Gray’s “Bunny Breeder” pricked up at that. It was mating time! Dusk had other plans though and enjoyed a brief period of total domination as she worked the Destroyer into his ass and pegged him. But he forced her out and got his cock into her. And that was the last time the Destroyer got anywhere near him. Spoiler alert, but that cock of his would turn out to be insurmountable as he fucked her so hypnotically that she tapped out to avoid being mesmerised on it for good. Gleefully, Gray let his breeding instincts take over and pounded her to heaven and back until he was rewarded satisfactorily by her howling orgasm on the end of his rod.
Gray was so utterly dominant and gleeful that he gloated and used her as his doll, fucking and licking her with impunity. Feeling impotent and panicking, Dusk’s rage took hold of her and she crushed the life out of him in a wince-inducing crush-hold that had him squealing and pleading for mercy. The surrender looked inevitable. The revenge looked inevitable. But he was saved by a very last second rope break that had her seething in helpless rage. Gray nuzzled and grovelled up to her to quell her anger with kisses and praise but she was having none of it and pushed him away, telling him not to patronise her. Instead, she locked him in a Duskfall Pin and stroked him until he tapped and the ref ordered her to break the hold. So enraged was she that she ignored to order and instead blew him as she locked the hold in even tighter. Gray tapped again and Dusk thought about pulling the same stunt, ignoring his submission and forcing his orgasm into her mouth. But the referee was yelling at her by this point and it wasn't worth a disqualification.
The battle was personal for Dusk now and Gray managed to disrupt her handjob as she broke from the hold and forced his cock deeper inside her mouth all the way down to her throat. Facing asphyxiation from cock, it was her turn to tap out this time. She scrabbled over him, forcing an incredible fourth submission from him with a lotus lock, making six on the match. The crowd were in uproar: this was war by attrition!
But it would be Gray who would get the last laugh. Pinned down and pumped full of piledriving hard cock, Dusk felt sure that if she could just hold on then surely, SURELY his cock would be on the edge after all the punishment she had doled out to it. All she had to do was hold. But her fragile mind was wavering, niggled with the slow, insidious creep of her subby side, crawling up from the depths like an awoken monster curling its tendrils around her sense of pleasure. All she needed was a nudge, and Gray forcing her to watch herself getting fucked into defeat was just the nudge required. She climaxed. Hard. And, when she was finished squealing and twitching and was so embroiled in drowning in a submissive yearning for self-destruction that she begged him for his cum... only then, in his moment of total triumph did the Bunny Breeder finally unleash a thick, fertile, victorious cream pie inside her to claim her womb. He kept on fucking her, pushing any escaping dribbles back into her with the head of his cock before taking the emasculated Destroyer from her waist and using it like a plug to hold his seed inside her and displaying her to the audience as she passed out.
Yasmina (LWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, TITLE MATCH, win) - Dusk had been struggling with her form of late, having lost every title she owned and been humiliated by Grayson. But a glimmer of hope shone in the prospect of the LWR belt returning to her like a boomerang. Yasmina, the champion, had been taking down some of the biggest names in women’s wrestling and the league had paired them together to give Dusk another title shot. Win this, and her reputation could be restored. Not that Yas gave a shit about Dusk’s reputation, as she made perfectly clear.
However, it was something Dusk was taking very seriously as she burst straight out of the blocks on the front foot with a Twilight Twist! The crowd gasped to see her biggest move in the opening seconds, meaning serious business. Yas tried to soften and seduce but Dusk was aggressive, twisting Yas into hold after hold, forcing her to hit back hard or else be crushed out of the match. Yas did and the match got tense, fraught and physical. A truly brutal ceiling hold had Dusk trapped and screaming, even though straining to hold it ripped all of Yas’s clothes in the process.
When the match turned sexual, Yas continued to try and force Dusk into submission. But Dusk pushed back hard, slowly turning the screw as she overpowered her in a fingering duel and kept the pressure on, forcing her will on Yas until the champion was forced to tap out. Dusk thought about using the Destroyer for the penalty minute but instead opted to share the bliss and trib her into a wet mess. The match turned then, Dusk firmly in control as she forced the Destroyer into her pussy like a dildo and broke the champion to take the first orgasm.
Furious and frustrated, Yasmina hit back hard, pinning Dusk and rubbing hard, determined to break her right back. But Dusk held her orgasm at bay, causing the champ to howl with frustration and rage, the same way that Dusk had done only the match before with Gray. A tense, wet interlude ensued in which Dusk warmed her back up to full wetness whilst Yas teased and edged Dusk into a mind-melted wreck. When she finally did get her chance to break the challenger, it was nuclear. Hit by a finisher, Dusk sprayed like a punctured fire extinguisher, blasting fluid all over the ring. Yas growled in her ear, “one more orgasm,” to which a cum-addled Dusk nodded catatonically. But she misunderstood Yas’s command and fell on her, fingering her as she howled “Fuck... not this kind... AHHHNNGHHHHH” moments before breaking again, squirting and putting the title back in the hands of the still-zombified Dusk.
Conqueror Ophelia (LWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, TITLE MATCH, loss) - Less than a fortnight after her record-breaking title run had ended, the LWR title was back in her hands. She had an opportunity to relive and maybe even extend her personal best run, securing her name even more securely in the list of top female champions. She was flying high, full of pride and hope and optimism for a bright and dominant future
Then she ran into Ophelia.
New to the wrestling scene, Ophelia was already showing signs of living up to her name as “the dommes’ domme” and was awarded a title shot by the league. Dusk smirked. She was top domme here, make no mistake. To quote her, the road to glory would pave right over this untested rookie. And that was how it seemed as she repeated her tactic from the match against Yasmina by hitting her with a Twilght Twist right at the start of the match. This would be pure domination!
Well… it would… but maybe not the kind she was hoping for. Ophelia smiled and peeled an incredulous Dusk off her. Dusk went ashen. HOW had she done that? That move was a surefire death sentence! But it was but a preview of the rest of the match, as Ophelia knocked the champ flat on her back with an ass in the face, pulled down her panties and spanked her ass red raw until the champion was suppressed and trapped in subspace. From there she planted her on her back and sat fully on her face. And she would not get up. Dusk tried… oh how she tried! Hair pullig, legs kicking, nipple tweaking: she tried it all. But a giggling Ophelia simply shrugged it all off and squashed the silly little girl under her giant ass, smothering the will to fight right out of her as she stripped her naked and told her to finger herself. And after being submissed so effectively and bombarded with constant commands for her to be a good girl… Dusk did, adding more and more fingers as she stopped yearning to defend her title and started yearning to be Ophelia’s good girl instead.
Now with Dusk fingering herself to a loss beneath her, a smiling Ophelia removed her own panties and enjoyed the fruits of her labour as her newest toy worshipped and licked her pussy clean and wet for her. Then she removed her warm bra and draped it over Dusk’s trapped head like a blindfold, ensuring that her entire world consisted of her commanding voice, the taste of her mistress pussy and the overwhelmingly corrupting pleasure as her fingers joined Dusk’s in rubbing and massaging her whole pussy.
Only when Dusk mentally broke and howled for Ophelia to be her mistress did she “generously” give her what she had conditioned her to crave: a thorough, deep and overwhelming strapon fuck. Ragdolled and now a mere shadow of a champion, Dusk was boned all over the ring by a thick rubber cock, thrusting back at her new mistress’s command to cum messily and humiliatingly on her face, wallowing in the shameful pleasure of being broken. Ophelia was a true genius at this point, lifting the champ and parading around the ring with her to display her to the crowd before throwing her right back down and fucking a second orgasm out of her right after the first!
It was clear now that Dusk was done: broken and powerless to this dominant, seductive mistress. But still Ophelia wasn’t done, doggy fucking Dusk yet again. Dusk was howling in lust and confusion. How had it come to this? How had she let it happen? And, as Ophelia ordered her to cum again, she mistakenly thought she could resist and maybe mount a comeback. In reality, all her “naughty” defiance achieved was for Ophelia to call her “a bad girl” and punish her with asphyxiation. Her pitiful rebellion utterly crushed, Dusk had nothing left to give but her title. Ophelia casually lifted her upright and took that from her along with a third orgasm by oral to seal the deal on a total domination and theft of everything Dusk had: title, pride, dignity and freedom. Ophelia threw the defeated and disgraced former champion down to the floor long enough to claim her belt before picking her defeated prize up and carrying both away backstage, where she would fuck another two orgasms out of her pet whilst breaking her mind even more and making her bark like a dog.
[For the record, I would just like to say that this was a much closer game than this reads. Apart from hitting cum on the final test because Ophelia’s RP had got me so subby and desperate to lose, I actually played my hardest in this one and it was actually really close. But damn, I subbed hard in the RP!]
Kenji-san (TWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, TITLE MATCH, win) - Honestly, even showing her face in public after the disgrace of the LWR title domination was hard enough. It was a collapse that shocked the wrestling world so much that the league board of directors held an emergency meeting to decide how they could salvage the credibility of their sport. One of the brightest stars and most prolific champions, begging and pleading for self-destruction like a broken jobber. The fans refused to believe it. Online conspiracy theories were raging like wildfire, discrediting the validity of the league, speculating that all of the matches were pre-determined and scripted. Their solution? Get Dusk right back out there with another title shot to prove to the world that it was merely a momentary blip in judgment and that the crowd-pleasing favourite upheld the intensity and integrity that the sport stood for!
Kenji-san was relatively new to the scene but was pleased that he would be put to the test by one of the league's elites. However, that gulf of experience soon showed as Dusk laid down a clinical, assertive performance; faultlessly measured to crush him onto the back foot and keep him there, despite his attempts to battle back. So disarmed by her aggression was he that he complained in her headscissor figure four hold that she was crazy. She seemed to take afront at this and punished him with a thorough kicking before locking him back up. But Kenji continued to dig his own grave, insulting Dusk's breasts once they were in his face, prompting her to smother him with them even more, demanding that he apologise to them directly.
A prolonged and exhausting smothering from both her ass and tits and when Kenji went limp, Dusk figured that he had had enough, pulled his cock out and blew him... to which he called her a nasty bitch. Honestly... some people! Not impressed with his manners, she went right back to crushing and smothering the life out of him until his wails were suitably contrite. At this point, the clothes came off and it was time to dominate him sexually.
A very short fucking later and Dusk had established control, breaking him in reverse Amazon to milk his first orgasm. He was in disarray but when his tongue hit all the right spots, Dusk realised how deliciously horny her dominance had made her. With him back to full mast, she mounted him again. Kenji smirked as he asserted control at last, able to bend her over and fuck her into begging for his cock. Feeling her shudder and sunder under him in climax, he was sure that she was breaking for the champ. But her lust was insatiable and instead she gripped him and aggressively fucked him even as she came, forcing him to spill his seed a second time, thoroughly and totally out-fucked in every possible sense. As she pulled him to his feet to kiss her flexed muscles and cement her status as worthy champion once again, the CEO heaved a huge sigh of relief... right before he disappeared into the bathroom for some tissues.
Maris (Classic, RP) – Maris wasn't happy. Not happy AT ALL. Her kitten had allowed herself to be broken and become a slut for another woman, even calling her “mistress” as she begged her for orgasms. This would not do. Kitten needed discipline. Kitten needed to be reminded who her true mistress really was. So she left kitten alone in the house, gave her a maid uniform and told her to wait until she got back home.
Dusk knew she was in trouble and had a fairly good idea why. After all, the title match footage of Ophelia thoroughly dominating her was hardly likely to have escaped Maris's notice. All she could do now was try to quell the justifiable rage of a mistress spurned: a mistress who was in love with her and would likely be upset by this betrayal. It was a piss-poor job, but she cleaned all of Maris's house and waited for her to return obediently.
Maris came in with smouldering anger, carrying a whip and a disapproving scowl. Dusk's attempts to change the conversation did not go well and soon she was grovelling at Maris's feet, kissing and licking her nylon-clad feet out of fear of the whip. Maris commanded her to get naked and stuffed her shamefully wet panties in her mouth before taking her over to the mirror and making her take a good, long look at herself as she was fingered in her shame and stuffed her ass with a large plug. What happened next was a spanking for the ages: hard, slow, merciless. Maris pulled the panties out of Dusk's mouth and told her to count them out loud, starting the count over and over again whenever there was any sort of hesitation. By the end of it, Dusk's ass was as red as her hair, burning hot like the sun.
But Maris's feelings were of love and not rage. Her kitten had strayed, it was true. But with her disciplined and laying face down, groaning with a bright red ass, the softer, more loving side came out. Purring in her ear about how she must remember she was her only mistress, she pushed a vibe onto her clit and pleasured her with it, moulding her soft brain back into obedient, loyal shape. She vibed Dusk's plug and pussy, overwhelming her with pleasure before making her shout the name of her one true mistress as she came. Dusk's orgasm was hard and emotional, filled with the fervour of love as she gratefully broke anew for her mistress. Which was indeed merciful, because Maris then locked her kitten into chastity to teach her a lesson and prevent her from straying again. Dusk pleaded and sobbed and made promises... but she knew that Maris had every right to keep her under key and that only a long and dry period of obedience would make her change her mind.
It is still unclear whether the butt plug was removed first.
KL 1996 (TWR, arena match, TITLE MATCH, loss) - It had been a little while since Dusk and KL 1996 had crossed paths in the ring. They had had a somewhat intensive rivalry based on dominance and superiority, gloating over one another when they had managed to suppress and subjugate one another. Dusk may have collapsed under Ophelia's authority in the LWR title match but there was no way that any boy would have that effect. She was a champion, proud and noble and she would crush all before her under her heeled boot.
Round 1 started in what promised to be a tense and intriguing title fight. It started in a punishingly physical way, both going for it with suplexes and counter scissors. Dusk was showing her effortless class, meeting everything KL threw at her and ensuring that he always came off worse. He was getting shot down and so went for the strip early, pulling off her leotard in one move. Now naked, and in control, Dusk smirked, reasoning that she could enjoy toying with her flailing rival a little before she secured her win. She face sat him, forcing him to eat her out, mounted his cock and fucked him, using him for her pleasure. Bemused, KL went along with it, happy to let her do some of his work for him.
Dusk poured on the seduction at seeing him “tamed” like a “good boy” and even “rewarded him” with tit jobs and hand jobs in between commanding him to pleasure her. But she always stopped just short of making him cum, displaying her dominant authority as she edged the tame boy beneath her and left him in denial whilst she enjoyed all the pleasure, basking in her own seductive dominance as she ordered him to doggy fuck her, rode his tongue and then laid back and proudly squirted all over the ring, certain that everyone could see just how dominant it made her look.
KL exchanged a bemused look with the ref, who just shrugged as KL took the first orgasm. But when Dusk carried on in the same vain, he played along, contritely calling her “mistress” to pad her ego as she let him finger fuck her towards another climax. Kissing him and calling him her good boy, she edged him again, giggling as she stopped short, telling him that she would not let him cum and that he would have to endure her edging and make her cum again if he wanted his release. Having the intelligence to swallow pride and play along, KL said “yes mistress” at every juncture and fingered her to another orgasm as she again lay back and squirted as violently as she could, thinking that the cheers of the crowd were for her display of complete domination.
Truly, the only one deluded enough to believe this by now was Dusk herself. All anyone else saw was a silly little girl getting rag dolled and spanked whilst KL doggy fucked her on her face and in the ropes, smirking behind her back whilst calling her “mistress” with rolls of his eyes. Dusk was out of control, lost in orgasmic frenzy as she demanded yet another one from him. A swift and thorough pounding and she lost her mind to her lust entirely, breaking and howling in rapture. KL “took the initiative” by spreading her legs and licking his silly, deluded mistress into a whopping thirds orgasm flat on her back to take the flawless victory.
As the ref prepared to raise the hand of the winner, Dusk was clearly still under the delusion that she had crushed this one, smirking in gloating triumph right the way up to the moment that his hand was raised instead. Furious and incredulous, she argued with the referee, who calmly pointed out that she had failed to make him cum even once, whilst he on the other hand... Then KL got what he was waiting for: that glorious moment when Dusk's face fell with horrified realisation of what she had done and how she had willingly gifted him her title. And in that moment when despair hit her face, he made sure to finally take himself over the edge and hit it with a payload of his triumphant cum, painting her with a gloating facial.
Lina (Classic, RP, incomplete) - Now locked in chastity by Maris to discipline her, Dusk was subjected to an indeterminate length of time with no touching and no orgasms: a terrible fate indeed. An amused Line saw her "squirrel" struggling and the temptation to tease and drive her wild was immense. But Dusk looked so desperate that she didn't have the heart, simply kissing and stroking her nipples to heighten her arousal and sending her on her way with a slap of the rump and instructions to seek her out when she was free again.
Vanessa Velvet (LWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, loss) - Almost a week into her chastity stint and Lady Dusk showed up at the arena for her scheduled rematch with Vanessa Velvet, the sexy, sultry, seductive Indian Lioness. Velvet, having lost the last match and been dominated by a rampant and insatiable Dusk, came ready for the tough fight, knowing she would have to be relentless and tenacious if she were to weather the storm of Dusk lust. However, when the referees used the key that Maris had provided to remove Dusk's belt, it was obvious that this was not the same girl who had been so dominant in their last meeting. Hot, horny and leaking wet stains all over herself just at the SIGHT of the beautiful Vanessa Velvet and the anticipation of touching her, Dusk was breathless and flushed before the bell even rang. An amused Velvet stoked the flames with sexy rubbing of her own body as she slid from her silk gown to give an already struggling Dusk calculated teases of her body to cripple her with lust.
As soon as the bell sounded, it was clear that Dusk was trying to overcome a humongous handicap of not being touched in over a week. She normally enjoyed at least one daily climax. After a week without, she was well backed up like a coiled spring straining against release. Truth be told, Velvet could have finished her at any point she liked as she effortlessly subdued her flailing opponent, buried her in her desperation and tormented her with edges as her body quivered in helpless need. All the while she toyed with her, she was aggressive and domineering, insulting her to stamp her under her authoritative heel and leave her oozing and moaning, head spinning as she fought off edge after edge.
Hampered by her aching, desperate need to cum, Dusk was a mere shadow of the proud, ferocious warrior queen who had fought with her before. So Vanessa bellowed at her to fight back or else face a thoroughly degrading humiliation in the match aftermath. Not that she made it easy, but Dusk gritted her teeth and tentatively tried to return the pleasuring, despite walking the razor's edge of her own impending orgasm. Again and again, Vanessa stopped short of tipping Dusk over the edge, but whether it was to toy with her or give her the opportunity to fight with honour, it wasn't clear. However, when she turned her back, it did give Dusk the confidence to take her shot at the Velvet pussy. Licking for all she was worth, she bit down against the fingering counter attack, trying everything she could to hold on long enough to bring Vanessa off first. She didn't manage it in time, however, and the ref separated them just nanoseconds too late for her to keep her control. As she was pulled away, Dusk scraped over the edge, groaning as a week's barren build up was wasted in an agonising ruined orgasm.
Following this crushingly miserable ending, it was obvious that Dusk was done. Clutching her crotch and howling, her body's burning need for release had only intensified with the ruin and she was quite beyond even standing. Still, she needed putting down and Vanessa, deciding that the time to toying with her wounded prey was done, mercifully obliged, rolling her onto her shoulders and folding her legs back like a flower to expose the gratefully submissive pussy between them. Dusk didn't even resist as the tongue invaded her. She simply breathed a heartfelt thank you and surrendered to the blissful end to a tortuously dry week, cumming hard on her back whilst her pussy exploded like a popped water balloon.
Now victorious, Vanessa saw no need to be cruel. Her tone softened as she regarded the poor, fallen fighter who, let's be honest, never stood a chance. Reclining in the ropes, she waved off the ref who was already waiting to reapply the belt. Dusk crawled over and, on all fours, busied herself with the winner's pussy of a stunning woman for whom she severely had the hots for, brining her to blissful climax with an oral technique that was powered by simple, pure passion. So good was her service that Vanessa was moved to give her a parting gift, spreading her legs on her back and tribbing the pair of them to a sensual, deeply passionate mutual orgasm. Now thoroughly satisfied, the belt was reapplied, locking Dusk back in chastity. Her release was still at the mercy of Maris but at least this would make things a little easier to bear.
Zane (TWR, arena match, win) - Having been relieved of a little distraction by Vanessa, Dusk went back into chastity, only to be released under league rules when she was to fight again. The whole chastity situation was messing with Dusk's head, driving her further down a submissive path that she didn't want to acknowledge. People were laughing at her and teasing her and she did not like how her repuation had nose-dived since her title run.
Perhaps because of this frustration, but Dusk unleashed peraps the single most brutal, merciless and relentlessly one-sided beating down that the mixed league had ever witnessed. This wasn't wrestling. It was bullying. Poor Zane took the full force of her quest for redemption like a double-decker bus in the face, totally blown out of the first round as he was subjected to an utter mauling at the hands of the sadistically focused woman. Shots to the balls, backbreakers and lots and lots of scissor holds: Dusk wasn't content when he was simply exhausted and didn't stop until he was broken down as well. Despite this, Zane kept laughing, gloating, mocking... whatever he could do to keep himself in denial about what was happening. And the more he did it, the more determined Dusk became to crush his ego and make him eat his words.
By the end of round 1, the ref needed very little excuse to ring the bell and move to round 2, out of simple mercy to Zane. But round 2 told a different story. As soon as his monster cock was unleashed, the game levelled out. One single insertion to part her vagina and Dusk knew that she was in trouble after her dry stint in chastity. No way could she take this cock after so longspent without stimulation. Zane was astonished and delighted as she tapped out after only a few thrusts. Not so tough after all, was she? He pressed his advantage but Dusk fought back with the Destroyer and a Duskfall Pin, forcing zane's tap out submission. But Dusk wasn't content with just a tap out: she wanted nothing short of domination. So she angled his cock into his face and purred her demands for his corruption and surrender, achieving it as she wanked him to explosion into his own face.
Things looked beyond bleak for Zane but he was no quitter. He was on his last legs but was determined to force Dusk to work hard for the final straw. To this end, he fought like a cornered lio, fending her off desperately as she looked to romp all over him. But she was to be denied and frustrated by his desperate defnse, always kept just at bay. Slowly, incredibly, he was bouyed by his own defiance. And ask Dusk tried and failed to break him down, slowly and surely her own power waned as the unstoppable force met an immovable object. As Zane wore her down, he managed to force another two tap outs from her and hold her in a full nelson and fuck her to a shuddering climax that left her ragged on the mat. From conqueress to barely clinging on: Dusk's fall in this match was as meteroic as in her career since running into Ophelia. By now Zane was edged beyond belief and just wanted this over with. So he slammed his cock back inside her as she gasped and panted and, no longer caring about the result, took himself over the edge in a huge, messy orgasm, his cock spurting in waves. The first filled her pussy, the second went in her face, the third on her tits, the fourth on her stomach and the final once all over her feet. The ref counted it as a climax against Zane but he didn't care. It was certainly Dusk who looked like the loser as she was left painted in cum and locked back into Maris's chastity belt, sealing the first cream pie spurt into her caged pussy.
Aryan (TWR, arena match, EFWC Night of Domination match, win) - As part of the EFWC's Night of Domination event, Lady Dusk had been on a collision course with Aryan for some time. When they clashed then it would be in a brutal, grueling no-holds-barred match, at the end of which, nothing short of total verbal surrender would satisfy the victory conditions of the event. The rules were clear: this was about physical domination and not about sex. Clothes were to stay on to ensure a hard-hitting fight and orgasms could only be used to break the opponent, not to weaken them. Dusk and Aryan wore grim faces as they prepared for the fight of their lives.
The crowd were loud and wild, hoping to see a vicious fight and they were not disappointed. Dusk and Aryan collided like two wrecking balls tearing chunks out of each other. Suplexes and ab stretchers kicked off the contest but it was Aryan's superior physical size and strength that quickly set them apart. Trapped in his holds, Dusk hammered her fists against him to no avail. She was overwhelmed and had very little response with which to counter his skill and strength as she was brutalised across the ring constantly by him. Forced to resort to dirty tactics, she smashed his balls, reasoning that this was a no holds barred match after all. Receiving no reprimand from the ref, she squeezed them, looking for a way to control her fearsome opponent. But Aryan hit back hard, ripping her top from her as he smashed her right back into the canvas with another suplex and pulled off his shorts to smother her in his balls as she groaned in a private world of pain on the mat.
The ref, seeing that a strong fight had been delivered, gave Aryan the green light for a brutal and dominant fucking to break out. Now naked, he gleefully choked Dusk as he held her down and slammed his cock inside her, using it as a weapon of domination, not a tool of pleasure. When he wasn't stuffing it into her pussy, he was using it to gag and choke her, wearing her out as she gulped for breath before being dragged around by the hair. But Dusk was fiery and knew that she only needed to bide her time to get her opportunity to fight back. Gripping his cock, she used her hand to stroke and squeeze him, smothered him in her pussy and slammed her hips hard down onto his shaft to leave him groaning and clinging on. Two attempts at a Duskfall Pin and she managed to lock it in, battling her way back into this tense and merciless hard-fucking shootout.
But Aryan's superior strength was a mountain for her to climb and, as she fatigued, he took control again. He ground her down bit by bit, turning the screw slowly and inexorably, weakening her depths of spirit until the point where she would have noting left to give but her surrender. But it was a long, slow process. Dusk was patient and stubborn and extremely difficult to break down when she set her mind to it. And she always seemed to do just enough to prevent collapse, sapping his energy in his repeated attempts to break her down. Right at the cusp when she was running on fumes and looked sure to break, she got her opportunity, choking him from behind as she stroked him so hard that he had to tap out. He tried to fight on but the pschological deathblow had been struck. She mounted him and edged him with her pussy, grinding a torturous edge that she held, commanding him to surrender if he wanted release.
Aryan refused point-blank despite everything, saying that he would risk blue balls before he surrendered to her. It was admirable. Bloody annoying, but admirable: a level of stubbornness that she could not fathom. But she had ways to break that out of any boy. Retrieving the Destroyer, she was able to give her tired, edged pussy a break and let the immutable silicone do the work for her. Scraping it over his prostate as if she were playing it like a violin, she forced him to ride that edge into agnoising Pergatory. Still he refused to verbally surrender! So she showed her limitless patience by continuing until she dragged the most grudging somewhat-surrender from him that she had ever heard. Whatever. She had got what she wanted. So she pulled out, held the tip in his anus for a few seconds and then slammed her hips forwards, taking him over the edge with a single, violent thrust. She then pulled out and planted her foot on his back, flexing in victory and pressing him down into his expanding pool of cum as he ruined beneath her.
Sergina (Classic, RP mode) - A week and a half. That was how long ago it had been since Mistress Maris had locked her kitten into chastity as punishment for straying. Lady Dusk could not remember the last time she had gone an hour and a half without touching herself. Vanessa Velvet's blissful release seemed like a dim and distant memory and there was no discernible end to her torment in sight, especially since a number of cute but sadistic girls had seen fit to torment her with seduction even further. Dusk was a zombified shadow of the dominant queen who had crushed the LWR title so voraciously only a few weeks previously. Now she was so desperate for stimulation that she was staggering around EF city, willing to offer her body to any hot domme willing to toy with her.
That was how she ran into Sergina.
When she had met the sexy, alluring domme a few weeks back, it had been as an equal, dumping Segina's flushed, dominated pet Alexxxa back at her feet after fucking her into senseless meltdown in the ring. They had shared a knowing chuckle with each other, domme to domme. They were not equals now. Oh no. Not one bit. And Sergina spotted an easy piece of prey staggering straight into her web, begging and begging, aching to be toyed with, even though she knew it was against her better judgment. A tiny touch here, a little brush there, a whispered promise and Segina had well-and-truly hooked her catch, Dusk staggering after her to her home and promises of being thoroughly, thoroughly corrupted.
Some crooning mock sympathy later and lots of lingering glimpses of her tight body and bulging gock in her skin-tight one-piece and Dusk was so hot under the locked collar that she spilled the reason for her getting into such trouble in the first place: that Maris was quite happy for other girls to dominate and fuck her kitten, but that she had made the mistake of calling another girl "mistress". The very instant that Dusk saw the devilment creeping across Segina's face, she knew that she had made a grave, gave error of judgment in divulging this, especially when Sergina retorted, "it would be a shame if that happened again..." The whole nightmare unfolded in front of Dusk's eyes and Sergina soon made sure to realise every single fear she had.
She begged... oh how she begged for Sergina not to make her call her that word, knowing full well that as soon as she did, Sergina would make sure that Maris found out. The chastity sentence would be extended, maybe even made permanent. Or perhaps a new, worse punishment would await her. But Segina was holding all the cards, especially when she paraded Dusk around her house on all fours, released her seven-inch, already-hard gock and let it waggle like a pendulum in Dusk's face, promising her that she could have it inside her if only she said that one, little, tiny, harmless word. She held out for as long as she could, but Sergina was ruthless and used her aching need against her, finally breaking her with her harsh, commanding tone as Dusk prostrated herself at her feet, finally muttering the single phrase, "yes mistress".
Like a door opening, Dusk was rewarded with an end to her dry torment of deprivation as Sergina "allowed" her to suck on her cock whilst she reached into the space behind Dusk's belt and pulled free the butt plug that Maris had left in there. Given a choice as to whether Dusk wanted her cock in her mouth or her ass, there was no option: Dusk knew she could only cum from one of those places. So, making sure that she used the word "mistress" again, Sergina entered the helpless, once-proud wrestling queen and anally fucked her deep and hard into a catatonic mess of drooling, cross-eyed moans as the deep "brain off" button was thoroughly mashed by the head of the mighty gock.
But this wasn't enough for Sergina. It wasn't enough that she was fucking Maris's pet deep in the ass and making her betray her over again. She wanted to imprint herself on Dusk's soul. So she made her confess just how much better her living, twitching, pulsating girlcock felt in her ass than Maris's strapon. Utterly beyond redemption, Dusk would have howled anything at this point. But it was true. She had fallen in love with girlcocks thanks to Sophia and Bia and Dani and now she was howling in rapture as Sergina went where boys were never allowed.
But then came Sergina's most evil twist. Having made Dusk spill her confessions from her mouth, she pulled out and re-plugged her gasping victim. Her phone dangled playfully in her hand, Maris's number already on the screen. One press and Dusk would be forced to confess to her mistress what had transpired here and what she had said. Unless, of course, Dusk could give her a better offer. A blowjob? Sergina laughed. No, that was a REWARD for naughty, subby sluts like her. And then Dusk, caught in her terror and hopelessly trapped, made her offer. the Destroyer: much coveted, world famous, often desired. She offered her her most precious possession in exchange for Sergina's silence. The domme grinned broadly and accepted, hooking the strapon tauntingly over the bed post where Dusk could see it mocking her as she was rewarded with a deep, fulfilling anal fuck.
Emasculated, disgraced, blackmailed and submissed: Dusk had never ever in her life fallen this low or fell from such grace as she had. She had no choice now but to be a good girl and howl on demand that she loved girlcock in between every single thrust until eventually she bust, came and sprayed her squirt all over the inside of her metal prison, twitching in miserable relief as the crushing shame of it all buried her like a landslide. But Sergina was not done. Rolling the broken girl over and gripping her ass with both hands, she made her beg "mistress" for her girl cum before howling in triumph and shooting load after hot, sticky load deep into her anal cavity. There was no womb there to impregnate but there was something even better to claim: Dusk's soul. Ensuring every last drop was deposited, she reapplied Maris's plug and slapped Dusk hard on the ass to send her sniveling back to her mistress with another girl's cum filling her ass. Dusk sobbed as she went, despite the relief of her orgasm. This was anew low, borne out of stupidity, weakness, lust and a sadistically devious mind for exploitation. But at least she had Sergin's word that Maris wouldn't find out about exactly what was said. For whatever that was worth.
Maris (Classic, RP mode) - 12 days Dusk had been in chastity. 12 long... dry... endless... torturous days. True, she had had some unsatisfying, aggravating chastity orgasms in that time, but her pussy was screaming for attention, unable to understand why she hadn't been touching it. To say she was desperate for sex would be putting it mildly. She was practically gnawing her arms to stumps, sweating precum from every pore on her body. Maris looked down at her submissive, totally compliant kitten and smiled, pleased at her work. She had broken down this proud, fierce queen into the softest, most malleable putty imaginable with the minimum of effort. She had simply locked her, and patiently allowed the belt to do the work for her. Now it was time to finish this an take the final step in claiming her kitten.
Dusk was all too eager to crawl after her mistress, no hesitation and no defiance, taking no risks at upsetting her and having this torture device on any longer. Maris stripped her naked, except for the belt, her kitten ear headband and the kitty tail butt plug. Any thoughts of complaint immediately vanished from Dusk's brain when Maris dropped her skirt to reveal to one thing guaranteed to ensure Dusk's total compliance: her personal strap-on. Desperate to please, desperate to curry favour, Dusk dutifully adopted pet poses, on her knees with her "paws" raised, meowing on command whilst Maris photographed her, crooning about how adorable and cute she looked. Dusk knew full well that these pictures would be circulated around everyone, ensuring that all knew who was in charge between them now. But she didn't care. Crawling on all fours, meowing and shaking her tail as directed, she finally, FINALLY earned release from the belt, sobbing in relief as Maris removed it, her pussy singing in joy at its liberation.
A few tickles here and there and Dusk was a jibbering wreck, leaking freely for Maris's fingers and utterly without any fight in her at all. Maris was easly able to make her beg for her strappy cock before delivering exactly what Dusk had craved for the last week and a half. Dusk howled in joy, moaning in between gratified thanks. But Maris was patient, constantly mixing up her pace and position to edge her pet with expert precision, building her up to a truly titanic edge; one that was sure to break the poor gil's mind entirely. Stopping periodically, she made Dusk beg more and more, before building her up to and absolutely massive...
...denial. Pulling out entirely, she left Dusk howling forlornly, sobbing into the bed sheets mournfully. Again, Mars made her beg. Only this time, she wasn't accepting just the word "please". Dusk caved in entirely, howling promise after promise to be her kitten forever, to have the collar locked on permanently, to always, always be her good girl. Smirking in delight, Maris took a marker pen and wrote on her that she belonged to her now. Then she pulled the tail plug out of Dusk's ass, filling it with her straon instead as she fucked her back up to her edge in whichever hole she cared to choose. But this was about giving Dusk the sweetest possible end to her dry period: of flooding her simple, broken brain with pleasure sensations that she would always associate with her mistress. So she pulled out, went back into her pussy and fucked her hard and fast face-down prone until the squeals became howls and Dusk simply evaporated beneath her is squealing frenzy of twitching limbs and shuddering convulsions.
Cumming harder than she ever had in her life, Dusk was in pure and total rapture, 1 days of abstinence ending in nuclear fashion. But as she returned to consciousness, she was awakening in a different world: one in which she was no longer free and independent and in charge of her own destiny. What was said could not be unsaid, especially since she had meant it with every fibre of her being in the moment. This collar was not coming off any more. there would be no more friendly competition for dominance. Maris had won. She was top redhead now. And Dusk? Dusk was her pet kitten, now and forever. Just to make sure that any would-be usurper-mistresses like Sergina knew it, Maris wrote all over her ass and lower back that Dusk's ass was now the exclusive property of Mistress Maris and pushed a discrete plug inside to ensure that it was reserved only for her personal use. Dusk sighed and curled into her mistress's embrace, snuggling into her warmth as she wallowed in post-orgasmic bliss. She could finally stop pretending that she was a domme and accept that just sometimes, there was peace to be found in surrender. Especially when it was to one as beautiful and caring as her mistress.
Psyko (TWR, arena match (Empress Club). T.W.A.T match, win) - Now released from chastity, Dusk woke, as if from a subby dream into a new world. A world in which she was no longer top redhead. A world in which she was no longer free. A world in which everyone was sniggering behind her back about her being Maris’s kitten. Dismayed at the loss of respect, Dusk vowed to prove to one and all that yes, collared she may be, but she was still the same furious force she had ever been.
First in line to snigger at her about how weak she was was Psyko. The Blue Banner was always delighted whenever a pinkie faltered, and Dusk was far from the exception, despite being the love of his life. He would make an excellent statement to everyone else to shut up and show some respect: no way was she going to take any shit from him! There was just one problem. The Destroyer was still in Sergina’s possession and without it, she was emasculated. She would have to do this the old-fashioned way and make the Blue Bitch squeal.
Still laughing and mocking her, Psyko was quick to get to work, looking to take advantage of her diminished stature and claim an easy win. This was far from an easy fight. Dusk met him head-on and the two grappled and danced across the ring and over the mat, vying for top position as they jostled and struggled against each other. Hold reversals and gruelling tests of strength: it looked fairly even initially as they both gave as good as they got. But Dusk was determined not to end up the butt of “weak pinkie” gloating and turned the corner, wearing Psyko down until he stripped her nude and fingered her just to try and stop her onslaught.
Once the clothes were off, the sexfighting started immediately, Psyko trying to dominate his girlfriend and prove that he could take whatever he wanted from her, without fear that the Destroyer would cut him down to size. But during round one, who should wander in but Segina herself! And she had said strapon with her. Seeing that Psyko was running his mouth about blue supremacy, and seeing that Dusk meant to silence the chauvinistic bullshit, she spotted a chance for mischief and returned it to her owner… free of charge! Albeit temporarily.
The second round started and Psyko’s face dropped to see the infamous strapon and instrument of his downfall around the waist of a smirking Lady Dusk. But somehow, when she got it in his ass, it lacked its usual potency. No matter what she tried, it just didn’t seem to paralyse him the way it normally did. She tried numerous positions as he gloated about his stamina… until eventually she had him on his back, hand stroking his cock. He was unable to resist and squirted cum all over himself. But still she pounded and stroked, sneering “who’s weak now?” as she made him scream and tap out immediately after cumming.
Not wanting to abandon hope and pride, Psyko rallied and got his cock inside her, trying to fuck his way back to glory. Dusk knew she had the lead and smiled, defying his attempts to dominate her, making him more determined to subjugate her as he went all out and fucked her as wildly as he could, trying to put an end to her squeals of “good boy” as if he were doing it all for her benefit. The ultimate emasculation came when he succeeded in breaking her and fucking her to orgasm, only for her to squeal in delight, call him a good boy and declare that she gave him PERMISSION to make her cum! It might have seemed like condescension… except that she IMMEDIATELY rolled him over and, even whilst cumming herself, rode him irresistibly over the edge to end him in a stylish cowgirl domination. Even Psyko was forced to lie there with his cum dribbling out of her pussy and concede that maybe, just maybe, that chastity hadn’t made her that weak after all and that she was still the strongest pinky around.
Holly Johanson (Classic, loss) - Now free from chastity, Dusk looked back over her time under lock and key with an acute sense of horror. It had done funny things to her. Very funny indeed. made her behave in a way that was completely uncharacteristic, such as melting on the floor and begging anyone who would listen to please please help relieve some of the desperate tension behind the metal prison. One such person had been Holly, delighted to come across a lady Dusk who had been practically gnawing her own arms off in desperation to cum. She had obliged, obviously, applying a wand vibe to the chastity belt until Dusk had gratefully accepted an, admitedly frustrating and unsatisfying, orgasm at her hands.
Now she was free, Dusk needed to right a few wrongs and the first of which was to prove to this girl that such behaviour was absolutely not typical and was the result of chastity, plain and simple. She was a proud, dominant girl who wouldn't beg for ANYONE unless it was as the result of such clearly extraordinary circumstances. So she invited Holly to her flat with the promise of showing her just how irrisistably lusty and hot she was when she was free. Holly hadn't been in the door two seconds before Dusk dropped her robe, revealing her fully naked body and a smirk that dripped with lustful confidence. Holly feasted her eyes on her (especially on her unlocked pussy) and slowly stripped also, the air crackling with synergistic tension as the conducted foreplay warfare without even touching each other.
With Holly prowling over and laying Dusk down on her bed as she kissed her body all over, the real action began at last. The clothes fell away entirely and Dusk tried to assume control, fixing Holly dead in the eyes with her stare and telling her that she was in command. It was a technique that she would repeat again and again, but Holly was also out to prove that she was independent and alluring and free-spirited and so resisted Dusk's tests of willpower, never fully submitting to her authority and being told to behave. Indeed, she spotted the ropes barely hidden under Dusk's pillow and, sensing that they had been intended for her, attempted to defy Dusk by tying her down. The two giggled as if it were all sexy fun, but it was obvious that they really were vying for control as Dusk batted the ropes away insistently.
Once Dusk had managed to get her strapon into Holly's ass (a back-up strappy: the Destroyer was still with Sergina), she had considerably more authority and her repeated demands to submit started to gain traction. But Holly was on a mission and had come prepared with a familiar toy of her own. Yes, the same wand that she had vibed Dusk's belt with made its reappearance as she held it between them and pushed it into Dusk's pussy with her own. Dusk was immediately neutered, her fingers clenching as her body tightened around the overwhelming sensation. Now thoroughly in control, it was Holly who leaned in, told Dusk that she was no longer in charge, and ordered her to cum yet again on the same wand that hand humiliated her before. Dusk collapsed mentally and soon her spray was shooting forth as she wailed and orgasmed in spectacular fashion.
Momentarily stunned, Dusk was helpless as Holly chuckled and giggled at her. But Dusk did indeed have her steel back and was mortified to have been brought low by Holly's toy yet again. So snapping out of her daze, she took charge and fingered her to multiple edges, softening her will so that once again she could command her into obedience. This time, when Holly defied her, she backed it up with force, tangling her in those ropes and attaching the deactivated wand to her pussy. She jammed the control up as far as it would go and, with a malicious smirk, dangled her fingers over the on switch. Holly could see what was coming but was unable to wriggle free from the binds. When Dusk hit the power, she was blown apart by her own toy and gave Dusk a fleeting sense of revenge as she added her own juices to the slickened end of the vibrator.
With Holly climaxing, bound and with a vibrator tied to her clit, Dusk looked the very picture of dominance as she stared deep into her eyes and told her in no uncertain terms that she was done for the night and that she should simply submit to her. Holly sagged, compliance and submission etched into every line in her body. Dusk was free to sculpt her masterpiece of domination how, tying her high heeled shoe to her face so that when she came she would imprint her scent onto her mushed brain. All was perfect. But then the unthinkable happened. From this deep, dark hole, Holly found her fire, shrugged off Dusk's mental control and squirmed out of the ropes all in one moment! Dusk was stunned into complete paralysis as she gaped at this girl's unquashable spirit. So much so that Holly was able to use the ropes and pull the same stunt on Dusk that she had, tying that same wand to her inner thigh so that there was no escape ffrom it. Setting it to maximum, she stuck around long enough to see the glorious moment that Dusk broke entirely, surrendering another decisive orgasm onto the toy that what was quickly becoming her Kryptonite. Okay... she watched her squirm and writhe a bit in helpless desperation before cumming a third time as she slowly put her clothes back on. But then, with a kiss on Dusk's forehead, she left her flat, making sure to close the door behind and leave her to it. Dusk was beyond counting how many times she climaxed on that wand thoroughout the long, long night until the batteries mercifully ran out. But that infernal wand had been her downfall yet again. Now it was in her possession and she wasn't in a hurry to return it. There was only one person it was going to be used on now...
Aleda (Hentai, RP mode) - Some time ago, Aleda, the city's biggest rock star had met Dusk, one of the city's biggest wrestling stars and discovered that they had a shared love of heavy metal music. This had resulted in Dusk being invited to collaborate and star in one of Aleda's metal music videos. But Dusk had had a better idea and had roped in the Duskubus, who had engaged in a magic battle with Aleda. Okay... it may just possibly have resulted in Dusk taking a bolt of dark energy to the face and being once again possessed by the lustspawn creature... but it sure had made for a metal-as-fuck music video!
So much so, in fact, that Aleda had been nominated for a music award for it and had invited Dusk along as her plus one to attend the ceremony with her. The chance to get dressed up in a sexy neo-gothic long black dress and be on the arm of the world's most alluring metal princess whilst having the media spotlight shine on her in an elite event? Dusk leapt at the chance. Aleda picked her up in her private limo with an obscene amount of time to spare. It was almost as if she was planning for something...
With the inert and vacant body of the Duskubus in one seat (people would assume it was a life-like prop from the video), the pair, dressed to slay in their revealing black dresses and thigh-high nylon stockings, set off in the obscene luxury of Aleda's limo. Chilled champagne laid a carpet of comfort as they relaxed into the thrill and excitement of the upcoming evening. But the greatest attraction was not a glittering golden trophy: it was sitting right opposite Aleda sipping chamgagne. The air inside the car fizzed and crackled with unspoken sparks as they flirted outrageously with their eye lashes and tactical re-crossings of their stockinged legs. When their legs touched, it was clear that they were both on the same page, saying nothing, doing nothing, but letting the energy charge between them. But when Dusk saw the enticing bulge of Aleda's erection tent the dress between her legs, she could stand it no longer and breached the void to straddle and kiss her.
With their nylon legs rubbing together, these two hot, lustful women devoured one another, kissing deeply and peeling their expensive dresses off one another to reveal soft, yielding flesh beneath. Licking and kissing one another now naked save for their stockings, the pair cast a truly stunningly beautiful image in the rear of the car as they made out and drove each other to the peak of desire. With Dusk on her back, legs spread as she fingered herself and thumbed her nipple, Aleda leaned forward and rubbed the full length of her erection along her slit before sliding fully into a pussy that had rolled out the red carpet for it.
Both groaning in desire, Aleda made love to Dusk on the seat of her limo, the two of them locked in an embrace of pure passion as they took each other to heaven. They were both measuring their pace, enjoying every last second. But when the car's tyre hit a speed bump, Aleda's gock was driven unexpectedly deep. Both girls gasped in disbelief as the sensation tipped them both over the edge and they mutually climaxed, wailing in orgasmic bliss as Dusk came on her pulsating cock as it bust and pumped a loving load deep inside her.
The two simply lay, suspended in bliss as they basked in the warm, soothing afterglow of their coital romp. Most of all, Dusk was, in this moment, utterly transfixed by the sight of Aleda's nylon-clad legs as they writhed across hers. God damn, they were just the most sexy sight! Catching her gaze, Aleda taunted by sitting fully on top of her and pushing them into her face to kiss. As one used to vying for positions of sexual control, to Dusk it felt like a being dominated in a wrestling ring. And it was so damned arousing. There was no use denying it: thanks to Sophia and Bia, nothing made her subbier than being taken by a girl cock. So she played along gleefully and begged Aleda to use the remaining journey time to its fullest. Aleda was more than a little surprised to see such a fearsome champion wrestler submitting so easily to her but, with a lewd smirk, she obliged.
On all fours, her cheek pressed into the carpet of her limo, Dusk looked back at Aleda with her ass in the air, marveling as the stunning beauty took her from behind with that gorgeous gock. Aleda was on cloud nine as she pushed her feet into the face of one of the city's greatest female wrestlers and dominated her as she pounded her deeply and passionately. Soon they were both groaning on the edge, barely holding on. But an errant pot hole jolted the car again. Once again Aleda's cock was plunged to its high-water mark, sending Dusk spiraling into a hard orgasm. As her pussy convulsed and constrained around it, Aleda's cock breached again and she pumped a second hot, wet passionate load into her deepest regions. Giggling with each other, they made sure to dress and straighten their hair in plenty of time to reach the ceremony. But as Dusk pulled up her panties and smoothed her dress, it was with the knowledge that the cameras would not see the double load of cum that she was wearing on her insides: that was they shared, private secret.
Martin Head (TWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, win) - T.W.A.T debutant Martin Head was new to the scene, looking for some big game experience under his belt to secure his position in the faction. Lady Dusk, despite victory upon return to the ring, was still on shaky ground reputation-wise. She was looking to re-establish herself as one of the ring's top dommes as she welcomed the novice between the ropes.
Martin started out full of promise as he took a physical, competative match to her. But the gulf of experience was clear from the start when he started having problems with her legs that crushed and controlled him. He did have a size and strength advantage on his side and tried to use it to bully her. But Dusk wasn't about to be backed into a corner and so lashed out at his balls to keep him obedient and honest. A last-ditch attempt at subduing her came in the form of a suplex, but Dusk kept her cool and ensured that the move ended up with her on top of him, despite the pain.
As soon as she did, his game plan started unravelling at accelerated speeds. With her tits in his face, he started to succumb to his desire and Dusk spotted it immediately. Not one to let a blatant weakness go unpunished, she rubbed her ass and pussy all over his face, targeting his libido as she did by making exaggerated sex noises. When he stripped her pussy bare, she simply carried on, rendering him powerless and melted as she edged his cock over and over and over again with her soft hand until he tapped out to avoid certain doom. The ref had seen enough and declared that the sex round was already well and truly in progress. Mounting him, Dusk thrusted only five times with her hips: more than enough to finish the job her hand had started.
With the satisfaction of having forced his cream pie, the outcome of the match looked like a foregone conclusion. Still, Dusk remained unsatisfied as she arm barred him and told him to stroke himself back to hardness or else she would break his arm off. With his cock erect once more, Dusk slid it in and enjoyed him, taking the luxury of relaxing and letting him fuck her to a pleasurable orgasm. But despite this, she was seeking a dominant victory. So with style she straddled him, lined his cock up on her pussy and finished him with a single plunging stroke down his shaft. He ruptured once more and pumped a load deep inside her to seal her victory, after which she lifted off him, waggled her ass in his face with cum dripping out of her and welcomed him into the faction.
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