MRS DUSK - Lady Dusk is married to Kira (although she still has a number of other romantic relationships!)
FACTION FIGHTER - Lady Dusk is a member of the Total Wrestling Alliance Team wrestling faction, the Tournament of Nations and EFWC.
Member of The Pink String Arena.
EFWC Night of Dominance opponents still to play:
Bran
Deep
Aby
Harrison
Mark
Roby
Aryan
Case
MADAME DUSK - Lady Dusk has foregone a lavish lifestyle and instead saved up her winnings to buy The Crimson Cavern Club, where she used to work. The Club is a haven of decadence; a pleasure house in which any fantasy can become reality. And Lady Dusk is now the sole owner.
PROUD PARENT - Lady Dusk has 5 children. With Kichi the Slime, she has
A daughter, Brooke
And a son, Marinus
And with Sophia Reign, she has 2 daughters, Katherine Nettleton-Reign (or “Kitty" for short!) and Star.
With Riley, a daughter, Yorshka.
Bio
Ring name: Lady Dusk
Real name: Katrina Nettleton
Age: 23
Height: 5'7"
Hair: back-length, ginger, straight
Breasts: C cup
Entrance music: "Emperor Fangs"
Signature moves: The Duskfall Pin, Insidious Corruption, The Twilight Twist (m), The Twilight Twist (f), Wind-up smash (boxing finisher)
Signature punishments: Collared Cutie, Dusk's Seat, Another name for the list
Achilles' heel (weakness): - Now WHY would I tell you that? Oh alright then, I'll give you a clue. It rhymes with "hankies".
Dusk's Destroyer - Lady Dusk's famous strapon
"Des-troy-er! Des-troy-er! Des-troy-er!"
(People who have either cum on the end of it, or have been punished with it):
Wrestler Sam
Belle
Stephanie
Lady Dusk
Reki
Gia
Boss Jack
Dusky Lad
Iona
Psyko
KL 1996
Brooke the Slimy Fighter
Yoimi
Tehmeena Afzal
Gentle Sir
Sir Connor
Lila Rios
Mister Valentine
Wazy
Cyrus
Jasmine
Alyss Jameson
Rahla
Andromeda Stirling
Ranni
Bisky
Rathia
Alu
Hannah
Kira Ranmaru
Katha the German Queen
John M
Doutrinador
Shani Robbins
Sophia
Alice Rose
Amanda (or was the Destroyer a victim of her?)
The Sex Fighter Jay
Tanya The Korean Queen
Kaitlyn
Jenny the Scarecrow
Casey Reyes
Eily
Harrison
Maris
Mario
naDine
Zack Milton
Mark
Fred Stark
Riley
Neralla
Sujin
Cody Ashton
Tanishq
Raphaela
Ash Vale
Nikki
Ever since she first came across the sport, Katrina has been absolutely enthralled with the excitement and heightened emotions of gaining and losing dominance. She knew from the first moment that she wanted to be a part of this exciting and dangerous world and worked hard to achieve her dream. But this has nothing to do with becoming a champion, or being famous or anything like that. She does this for the sheer thrill of the power over someone, the risk of humiliation, the battle for dominance.
Katrina may love nothing more than squeezing someone between her thighs or watching them lose their mind from pleasure as she forces or denies an orgasm, but that dominating trait does not extend that far into her personality. She is actually a very warm and genuine girl who can easily become flustered by attention and treats those around her with kindness and respect. She does expect this to be reciprocated, however, and has a very patient breed of sadism reserved for those for whom she holds a grudge.
Katrina has a modest lifestyle with little money and a cramped single-room apartment she calls home. She is clumsy, messy and probably the worst cook you will ever come across. But this doesn't bother her: life is about enjoying herself, not worrying and wasting time on pointless domestic chores.
She may love domineering sex, but romantically Katrina has a real soft spot for people who are kind, cute and compassionate. She is a softy at heart and loves to give pleasure to those she loves even more than to receive it.
Dusk's flat
*We push open Dusk's door and step into her apartment. It is a single room flat with all the different areas in one room with no partitioning walls. Standing in the doorway, the kitchenette is to the left: a tiny area partitioned off by a grey worktop counter. Behind that is a dining area with a glass-topped table and four curve-backed white wooden chairs with steel legs. A window offers views over the street.
*On the other side if the room is a living area with a TV unit and glass coffee table. The entire wall is filled with two book cases, on which are books, CDs, films and ornaments. A small, well-used kitty bed sits on the floor in front of it and, bizarrely enough, a knackered old cardboard box covered in childlike drawings has pride of place on top of the bookcase.
*A beat-up sofa separates the living area from the bedroom zone. A double bed is crammed into it, with a tall chest of drawers rammed into the space behind that. The only other connecting door is to the left of the front door, separating a tiny bathroom with a shower, toilet and sink rammed in: functional at best.
The detailed stuff
HOW I INTERACT: Everything I do with Dusk, I do through role-play. Everything I do is in character: when you talk to or fight, it is HER you are doing it with, not me. This means that some of her feelings and thoughts will differ to my own. Any out-of-character talk will be in square brackets.
SOCIAL BOUNDARIES: I want to keep real life out of my time here. I only want to play RP modes; nothing with any IRL element. This means no IRL bets/actions and no FWC, interactive or hentai JOI mode.
THE NARRATIVE: Any PvP interactions (games, DMs) potentially feed into the ongoing story of Dusk, which I write up here on my profile. The play history of Dusk is her backstory, so there may be times when I draw links to events that have happened previously or with other people on EF.
PLAYING GAMES WITH ME: If you want to schedule a match with me, my available times are usually Tuesday and Thursday evenings, 8 pm GMT and Saturday and Sunday mornings 8 am GMT.
DOMINANCE: Lady Dusk likes to think of herself as a dom but the truth is that she can be melted if handled correctly. She is a sensual lover who delights at pleasure control. She is not a hard dom or hard sub so don't expect her to behave like it without building up to it.
Kinks:
👍femdom, pegging, bondage, forced orgasms, cum control, denial, ruined orgasms, chastity, tickling, spanking, milking/multiple orgasms, worship, feet, facesitting, dehumanisation, feminisation, oral sex, threesomes, romantic, sensual, cuckolding
👎fisting, hardcore BDSM, extreme CBT, cum eating, blood/scat/piss, man-on-woman anal, agressive maledom
Arena Record:
TWR: 67-36
LWR: 41-25-2
TBR: 7-8
Official league matches only. Competitive matches that were RPd as training or informal are not counted.
Title Match Record:
TWR: 11-8
LWR: 10-5-2
T.W.A.T Intergender title: 0-1
EFWC Hardcore championship: 3-1
EFWC Championship: 0-1
GOTH: 0-1
Tournament Record:
LWR Tournament 2024: 3rd round.
TWR Tournament 2024: Runner-up.
T.W.A.T: 3-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:
55 - A WANING POWER
Neralla (LWR, win)
Lina (LWR, arena match, loss)
Allyson (LWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, loss)
Kira the Wolf (Classic, RP mode)
Monica Saunders (TBR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, loss)
Riley (TBR, win)
Sujin (LWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, RP mode, loss)
In a very mixed bag of results, Dusk's form looked wavery and she seemed more preoccupied with the sex rather than the results as she crashed out of the Royal Rumble to decide Queen Emily's successor immediately in her match against Allyson. She was also defeated by rookie boxer Monica and seemed delighted with the result after being expertly melted in the prize round. And she had absolutely no defense at all to the soft, hot charms of cutie domme Lina, who melted her way straight through Dusk's exterior straight to her heart, whilst looking blissed out as rookie Sujin dismantled her too. People were starting to question whether Dusk really was the same force that she used to be, despite some rather unconvincing wins in low-key matches.
(58-33, 41-24-2, 6-4)
Cody Ashton (TWR, arena match, win) - With a run of consistent losses to rookies, it became apparent that Dusk's reputation as a domme was in question. Horrified to reflect on her recent performance, Dusk hit the ring with renewed vigor, determined to prove she was just as dominant as she always had been. It certainly seemed that she was right as she obliterated poor Cody Ashton, completely obliterating him and draining his cock before pegging him in a display of ruthless dominance.
naDine (LWR, arena match, TON match, win) - Dusk continued her campaign to restore her dominant reputation in her match against her most contentious female rival. This time she did not have it all her own way, as naDine gave her a tough fight. Both girls managed to survive two orgasms each as they forced themselves to fight on. However, Dusk was determined to have the last laugh and, having finished naDine off with a third decisive orgasm, collared her and leashed her to her ankle on a tiny leash so that her new "footmat" would always be within reach of her feet.
Fear Inoculum (Classic, GOTH TITLE CHALLENGE, loss) - Lord Romantic sent his representative, Dusk, to challenge a political rival who was gaining a troubling mount of power in the realm of sex fighting. Dusk was charged with removing his title from him and the two fearsome protagonists left it all in the bedroom. Dusk gave a tremendous showing of herself but failed to tame the beast. However, she had thoroughly impressed Fear, who only made a show of humbling her with a soft three-day chastity sentence dressed as a maid. But the two had gained a mutual respect for one another.
Fred Stark (Classic, RP) - Free from a chastity belt that Fear never actually locked, Dusk visited Askamandra the witch and purchased a special pndant stone that allowed her to summon a copy of herself. Full of lustfull mischief, she used it to surprise her boyfriend, Fred. He then spent a blissful evening being spit-roasted by two versions of his queen.
Maris (Classic, win...then loss) – Catching sight of Dusk wearing kitty ears and a tail, Maris knew she had to find a way to enjoy her in such a get-up. A kitty battle was announced, with the loser becoming the winner's kitten slave sex-pet. In truth Dusk totally won! But when she allowed Maris to fuck her to a winner's strapon orgasm, tricksy Maris seized the opportunity to enslave her anyway. Dusk was forced to cum over and over until she was unable to do anything but pout at being collared by Maris and petted as her new kitten... which secretly she rather enjoyed.
Roby (TWR, arena match, T.W.A.T Intergender Title match, EFWC hardcore title match, EFWC championship match, TOM match, loss) - Roby and Dusk clashed once again for an epic match with just about every title known to man on the line. As expected, it was a gargantuan clash, right down the wire and ending in a VAR finish to determine who climaxed first in the mutual orgasm. No titles exchanged hands this day and both were reminded of their awesome respect for one another.
Monica Saunders (Classic, Office Sluts Tournament round 1, win) – Dusk still held her office job from a year ago. But some casual sex on the photocopier had earned her a disciplinary hearing with HR after some copies of her arse made their way into the executive floor. Monica from HR was sent to "retrain" her but ended up with her own face on the copier glass whilst Dusk photocopied her cum face as she doggy fucked her with the strapon. Following this, Monica went back upstairs and lobbied for the position of "morale officer" to be created, having witnessed firsthand the benefits of casual workplace sex.
Tanya, The Korean Queen (Classic, loss) - A long-awaited rematch between these two ring legends took place not in an arena but in the bedroom as they attempted to put each other in their place. It was Tanya who won her revenge this time, managing to outfuck Lady Dusk as she rubbed her to a wet, messy orgasm inside her latex catsuit and left her with an edge debt of 200 edges to complete. Not that Dusk seemed to mind.
GGG (TWR, arena match, TITLE MATCH, win) - Lady Dusk was awarded the title by the league on the condition that she put on a competitive exhibition match for it. They paired her up with a fresh-faced rookie for the event. Dusk was expecting that any resistance was for show only but he actually put her through her paces, pushing her to two orgasms. She won out, forcing a submission and delivering two orgasms herself to claim the title decisively.
Tanishq (TWR, arena match, TITLE MATCH, win) - Nowlooking to secure the right to wear the title belt, Dusk sought out serious competition. She came up against a mighty and proud fighter in Tanishq, who gave her a duel of champions as he sought to claim the belt for himself. It was a tough, tense battle but title as she resisted him, defied him and outlasted him in a duel that required everything from them both. In doing so, however, they had both won each other's respect.
Manni (TWR, arena match, TITLE MATCH, win) - Dusk issued an open challenge for the title and was answered by rookie fighter, Manni. Trth be told, the result was never in much doubt as she controlled him effortlessly, broke him with a Duskfall Pin and then commended his surrender into her silky soft pussy. He was so blissed-out that he didn't even mind that the title chance had slipped from his grasp.
Psyko (TWR, TWAT match, EWFC hardcore match, TITLE MATCH, win) – Dusk and Psyko clashed for a plethora of tournament and championship titles. Was it in the ring? No! It was in Dusk's flat. They set up blankets and rumbled... which is what the neighbour's roof did as Psyko suplexed her repeatedly onto the floor. It was tight, but Dusk finally submissed her boyfriend with a crushing hold that forced him to surrender. She then made him apologise to the neighbour for all the noise by forcing him to be a chair for her as they shared a cup of tea together.
Bruce (TWR, arena match, TITLE MATCH, loss) - Dusk's title run came to an end against an enigmatic man in a cape. Dismissing him as a cosplay freak, she soon learned he was here for business as he out-wrestled her. Despite a valiant effort, she came up short.
Dianne (Classic, OFFICE SLUTS TOURNAMENT ROUND 2, win) - Having convinced Monica from HR of the morale benefits of office sex, a new position of 'morale officer' had been created within the company The role was clear: fuck as many people in the office as possible to keep spirits up and motivation strong. Dusk NEEDED this promotion! But to get it, she had to convince the interviewer of her suitability by outfucking the other shortlisted candidate. Competition for the role was high but Dusk proved the most determined and turned Diane into a strapon gimp for the interviewer's pleasure.
Rei (TBR, arena match, win) - Ginger rookie Rei asked Dusk to please be gentle and was promised that she would... in the prize round. Dusk was a bully in the fight round, knocking the rookie down time and again in a display of dominance. After beating her into submission, she melted and claimed her with a thorough fingering and tribbing that shattered her mind and left her open to claiming with a collar.
Kira the Wolf (hentai, RP mode) - Dusk and Kira commited themselves to each other by getting engaged! It was s ecret from everyone else, though. And they decided to prove their commitment by locking each other in chastity and exchanging the keys. Of course, before doing so, they made sure to say a fond farewell to their pleasure by having a blowout sex session before sealing each other away, ready for release on their wedding night.
Kira the Wolf (Love mode, WEDDING!!) - A week after their engagement (spent both in chastity), the two fiancees made it official with a private ceremony. They rode back to the Crimson Cavern Club's most luxurious suite in the back on a private limo but were unable to make the journey intact. Impatient, Dusk intercommed to the driver to loop the ring road as they unlocked each other and had intense, passionate sex in the back of the car. Starved of sensation for the week, it was mind-blowing. But as the throes of passion died away, Dusk realised that she had never disengaged the intercom!
Luren (TWR, arena match, win) - The TWR tournament was imminent and Dusk wanted some warm-up matches to get her into shape, following her honeymoon break with Kira. Determined to put in a strong, clinical performance, it was domination from the outset as she trampled him continuously under her feet, forced him to blow his load and then crushed him under her ass.
Imogen (TBR, arena match, loss) - Still wanting to build momentum leading into the TWR tournament, Look looked for a win wherever she could find it, even in girl-on-girl boxing. Unfortunately, it didn't go to plan and she found herself panicking and floundering against a strong, wild boxing rookie. More and more desperate, she was soundly thrashed and humiliated by Imogen, who fingered and strapon fucked her to a squirting orgasm before smearing her face in the puddle and strutting out.
Psyko (TWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, TON match, TWR TOURNAMENT ROUND 1, win) - It was tournament time and the two lovers had been matched against each other. Both were chasing their dreams and looking for glory. Dusk had by far the better record between them but Psyko had that fateful flawless victory over her. It was always going to be a titanic clash in which everything was left in the ring. There could be no hesitation, no sentiment, no mercy. They both knew it. Not wanting anything holding him back, Psyko removed Dusk's collar, dropping it to the mat at her feet in a statement of intent. Dusk was shocked but understood perfectly and told him to give it everything he had.
True to her command, Psyko started strongly, waving the proverbial Blue Banner with pride as he displayed total male power. Dusk fought fiercely but struggled to keep pace as he took control of her, bending her painfully and throwing her from the ring multiple times. But it was when he slapped her across the face that she really dug her heels in, fighting through her shock with the extra gear of determination. Realising that in this state, he was much stronger than her, she changed to a more seductive tack and used his lust for her against him. First kissing, then rubbing her body against him and then teasing his cock, she wormed her way into his head and corrupted him from the inside. The match twisted in her favour and she took firm control, displaying her power as she manipulated him at will and lifted him clean over her head in a display of pink power. Still, Psyko refused to roll over and fought hard right the way until the bell rang for the second round.
By now, Dusk felt sure that she had his lust at her ransom and could make him dance to her tune. Especially when she came out hot in the second round with the Destroyer and immediately started fucking his ass. But in reality, all it achieved was to fire him up and make him even more determined to get the win. He took on a whole new lease of life, re-energized, and he proceeded to gag her on his cock and give her such a pounding that she asked why he couldn't be like this in the bedroom. She pushed back even harder, though, and forced him face-down, fucking his ass until he tapped out.
It looked like all was going in Dusk's favour, but after tapping, Psyko was more determined than ever. After being made to blow the Destroyer for a penalty minute, he bull-rushed her to the ground and pounded her with vigour until she couldn't bite down her climax any longer and surrendered the first orgasm of the match. Psyko was delighted and celebrated by forcing his cock in her mouth once more. But as she came around to find her mouth full of meat, Dusk's eyes narrowed and she locked him straight into a Duskfall Pin, not allowing him to gloat to another flawless as she pumped and milked his cock to an equalising eruption.
Both post-orgasmic, they looked up to see the cheering crowds, knowing they were in an epic and that they only way this would end would be with a showdown. After mutual forced oral, they were back on it, swapping dominance as they did everything they could to put each other down. It was cock versus pussy, strapon versus anus, tit-for-tat all the way in a match that was quite honestly too close to call. They both fought way beyond their limits. But it was Psyko's strength that won out as he forced his cock so deep into her mouth that she asphyxiated and tapped out to avoid unconsciousness. Gagging and spluttering, she was powerless as he choked her to the mat and fingered her for the winning orgasm.
Or so he thought! Purring that she could let go, she was still the strongest pinkie, his words got through. With superhuman willpower, she displayed that strength and pulled out the miracle resist of her life, fighting back from the edge to cling on! But she was beyond exhausted now, with nothing left to give. And all she had done was delay the inevitable as he bent her spent body into a doggy position and fucked her without resistance. Tears were in her eyes. She had tried so hard, given it so much. But as she felt her climax build, she knew that she had lost with honour to a man she loved and who had given it everything he had. There was no animosity, no hard feelings, no... wait... what?
What she had mistaken for a howl of triumph was a howl of orgasm as Psyko emptied his balls into her, mere microseconds before she sundered into climax. The crowd were stunned. A mutual orgasm? Neither was getting up. But who had won? The ref went to VAR, displaying real-time slo-mo comparisons of their cum faces on the jumbotron. Still it was inconclusive. But the analytical AI determined that his orgasm had begun a mere 0.78 seconds before hers. It was victory for Dusk by the narrowest margin of her life! The crowd roared as the ref came back and raised her hand. But Dusk didn't celebrate. And she certainly had no heart for re-collaring him. She simply curled up in Psyko's arms and kissed him with more love and respect than ever before after a match that had taken everything from the pair of them.
Raphaela (LWR, arena match, win) - The TWR tournament was in full swing but Lady Dusk still had business to take care of in the women's league. A win would keep her momentum and give her a valuable confidence boost heading into the quarter finals. She was determined to put on a strong performance. Her opponent was no rookie: Raphaela had paid her dues in the ring. Dusk took the bull by the horns and burst out of the traps, looking to gain early control, which she did, tackling her opponent to the mat and securing her between her thighs. Raphaela squirmed to get away but Dusk was like glue, keeping hold of her and wearing her down with her persistent, stubborn clutches. Clearly the stronger of the two, pretty soon it was clear that Dusk had seized control and wasn't letting it go any time soon.
However, that wouldn't stop Raphaela from trying. Knowing that brute strength wasn't everything and that there was more than one way to fight a match, she targeted Dusk's crotch, guided by the pronounced camel toe that shone through Dusk's regrettably tight spandex leotard. Dusk was cut off dead in her tracks, mesmerised by the experienced, dancing fingers. However, she caught herself, judo-threw her opponent from behind her to the mat... and inadvertently ripped off both pairs of panties in the process.
It was now a sexual duel for dominance as Raphaela continued with the fingering assault and Dusk retaliated with a 69 challenge. The action was heating up well and truly as the two girls squirmed over each other, seducing and teasing their way under each other's skin. Now losing grip on her lust, Dusk almost folded as she hungrily scissored her opponent. But again, she managed to stop herself and regain control. Needing something to tip the scales, she held aloft the Destroyer, to the roar of approval from the crowd.
As soon as the silicone member pierced Raphaela's labia, the match was as good as over. Pinned down and taking a world-class fucking, she crumbled quickly. Despite her attempts to counter with her fingers or crawl away, it was obvious that Dusk had her in check mate. She ruthlessly kept her trapped under her body, teasing and seducing and purring until Raphaela gave her what they both wanted: an unconditional surrender! The bell rang, signalling victory for Dusk before even the first orgasm. Now Dusk slowed the pace. Not needing to rip the orgasm out of her opponent, she could smoulder and build her to a truly spectacular reward instead.
Now feeling more desirable and mighty than ever before, Dusk lowered her mouth to Raphaela's pussy and sensually made out with her clit, carefully and expertly building wave upon wave of edging to patiently make her opponent burn for her. She was rewarded with a symphony of moans and begging as Raphaela submitted more and more to the wonderful ministrations of her conqueror. Once she was completely submissed, Dusk reinserted the Destroyer, taking her deeply from behind on all fours. As she did so, she pulled back on her shoulders, making sure she could see the close-up of her own face on the Jumbotron as she was doggy fucked into a molten mess. And then, right when she was hitting her limits, she turned on the vibrating function and went to town on her, holding her head up to see her own cum face on the big screen as she was blasted way, way beyond the point of climax in a truly staggering mind-melter of an orgasm. Only when she had squeezed every last drop of bliss from the poor girl did Dusk let her slump onto her face, coming behind her with her hair over her like a curtain so that she could share a rapturous, private moment with her.
Ash Vale (TWR, arena match, win) - Still looking to maintain her momentum ahead of her quarter final clash with Deep, Lady Dusk accepted a challenge from Ash Vale, a new, confident wrestler on the scene. Dusk breezed into the ring in her purple leotard, oozing an air of calm confidence. Ash was unimpressed, clearly assessing her as a somewhat sexy addition to his potential harem of conquered pinks. In fact, so confident was he in his superior strength that he challenged her that she could name any bet and he would still win. Spying his virgin neck, Dusk bet him his first collar that she would beat him. Ash agreed... perhaps somewhat rashly...
Ash had the brute strength to overpower Dusk any number of ways but she had the technique and the experience to use his aggression against him and reverse his holds, slowly ebbing away at his stamina. It looked very much that Ash would burn himself out early as he found himself twisted by her skilled arms into a kaleidoscope of submission holds. But when he discovered her weakness to spanking, the tide shifted somewhat. She was unable to keep holds locked in as her pussy and ass was targeted and soon it was she who was desperately clinging on to a diminishing advantage. The clothing was peeled off in one brisk movement and soon the two were going at each other naked.
Still Ash was denying Dusk's bragging about making him her pet, sure of himself as he forced her onto her back and stuffed his cock in her mouth. But once the Destroyer joined the party, the atmosphere changed entirely. Bemused as to why the crowd were chanting, it slowly dawned on him that maybe he had underestimated this girl slightly. He soon being anally pounded into submission. Seeing him stuggle, Dusk switched tack, pouring on the manipulative seduction as she rode his cock and promised him wonders if he would forfeit and wear her collar willingly. Panicking and trying to salvage his freedom, Ash attempted to fuck her into submission. But when she pulled off and trapped his cock in her thighs instead, he finally broke, emptying his balls all over the back of her legs.
Like a domino effect, his entire gameplan, ego and resilience all left with his cum. He went into free fall, tapping out frantically whilst Dusk watched him floundering, targeting his soft, post-orgasmic brain with further seduction and commands to yield the match. A command that she punctuated with another anal fucking. Ash stood no chance and audibly surrendered the match on the spot, just as Raphaela had done the match previously. The bell was rung, signalling another victory by forfeit for Dusk. Feeling sublime with power, she kissed her new pet and treated him to a gentle facesitting handjob to rekindle his erection. Then she willingly bent over the ropes and ordered him to fuck her to a winner's orgasm. Eyes on stalks, Ash gratefully obliged, pounding her from behind until she yelled out loud in orgasmic triumph. Thoroughly satisfied, and feeling like a goddess, Dusk rewarded her newst pet with a sensual, world-class blowjob, letting him blow his load of submission into her mouth. Blissed-out and under her spell, Ash didn't protest as she turned him over and continued to peg her newest toy to the full extent of her skill, clasping her collar around his neck, as per the bet.
Bran Velvet (TWR, EFWC Night of Dominance, T.W.A.T match, T.O.N match, win) – A long while ago, Dusk had been high-flying rookie Bran's first wake up call: his first reminder, as he passed out under her ass, that not every girl in the league was a pushover. The second time they had met, she had met a humbling end on “The Braninator" (his cock). Now, as part of the EFWC's “Night of Dominance” mini league event, they were set to break the tie and prove (for now) who was on top between the two of them. Bran had been jibing her for weeks, saying she was no domme and not the same force she used to be. Never mind the three leagues this one counted for... the greatest prize would be to prove him wrong and shut him up.
The venue for the match would not be in the arena but rather on his home turf: the back garden of his manor on a rain-slicked night. This match wouldn't just be about winning. It would require the complete surrender of the loser. Dusk was confident: she had just broken two victims and forced their premature forfeit after all. Plus, Bran had confessed that he had a crush on her. The home advantage would count for nothing.
Round 1 and rather than opting to erode and seduce, the two of them engaged in a rough, physical shoot out. Bran was trying to suppress her, exhaust her and render her unable to resist the Braninator but found her to be stubborn and tricky as she found creative ways to counter and punish him. Despite a huge suplex into the mat that left her groaning and staggering, it was he who came off worse as she targeted his balls with a kick on no less than three separate occasions. The crowd had expected her to layer on the seduction but her strategy was more subtle: this was about taming and training. Fight her and she would respond with pain. Submit and she would take him to the highest peaks of rapture as a reward for his obedience.
Understandably, he resisted her. But after being forced into her feet, the cracks started to show. He licked between her toes, he sniffed her ass: she could tell his spirit was faltering. So, true to her word, she rewarded him with a passionate, sensual blowjob that had him groaning and moaning beneath her. With the mood turning more erotic, Dusk was sure that her strategy of giving him a clear choice between heaven and hell had worked. But when the clothes came off, Bran showed that he was no weak-willed sap as he lifted her onto his cock and bounced her like a toy. She overbalanced him, trying to hide her arousal and went back to sucking his cock, purring again about the paradise she was offering him. It was too much: she burst his dam and was rewarded with a blast of cum straight in the mouth.
However, her dominance (plus Bran's cock) had pushed her further than she had realised. So when, in his dazed, post-orgasmic state, he reached for her clit, she too crumbled. Unable to enjoy a period of control after making him cum, she followed hot on his heels, punished for her arousal as she came hard right after him. It was she who came off worse from the exchange, floored by her orgasm. Bran took control, fucking her like a limp doll as he made her look out at Roby and Psyko in the crowd, convinced that he had her dead to rights. And it certainly all looked over for her when he lifted her off the ground and plunged her on his cock again in a standing fuck. But, in a show of gymnastic genius, Dusk found her inner steel, climbed off and, still held off the ground, inverted herself in his arms to hang upside-down from his neck and suck his cock! It was massively impressive, inventive and... completely irresistible. Bran howled his surrender and buckled at the knees, collapsing with her on top of him as she finished her warmly into her mouth, treating him to a sensual reward for his surrender, as promised.
Once again, Bran was defeated with her ass in his face, just like the first time they had met. He pleaded for her not to smother him out and she beamed that of course she wouldn't. She had promised rewards for submission so, after getting him to finish the job he had started and squirting all over his face, she led him away into the manor for the promised night of passion. And she dragged Psyko with them so he could watch.
Nikki (TBR, arena match, loss) - Nikki had been desperate to get her hands on Dusk from the moment she had started her boxing career. Here seemd an over-confident, gobby young girl who took great pride in her strapon. She needed bringing under heel and humbling. Dusk was all too keen to take on challengers and, when an opening in her schedule appeared, took the more mature lady to the ring.
There was plenty of shit-talk flying around: as much as there were punches. The two danced around each other, trading blows. Dusk was impressed by her strength and skill but stood firm, giving as good as she got. Neither wanted to over-commit and both paced themselves well, despite taking some bruising combos along the way. The first round ended and the fight was pretty even.
But after the break, Dusk showed her experience and class as she dialed up the pressure and turned the tide of the battle in her favour. She looked sprightly as she danced and weaved, punishing and exhausting Nikki with a fusillade of well-aimed combos that had her staggering. She dumped her onto the mat twice, confident and beaming even as Nikki beat the count to rise. Rounds 2 and 3 were very much in Dusk's favour and it looked as though she would cruise to a simple victory.
But Dusk noticed something was wrong. Nikki's demeanour shifted, and it wasn't just because she was losing. She seemed hurt. So rather than taking her shot to put her down for good, Dusk implored the referee to enforce a time out. It was mercy that would prove to be her undoing. After soothing herself, Nikki refound her strength and footing, came back out of the corner and laid Dusk out with a haymaker that was fuelled by pain and frustration. Out for the count, Dusk groaned on the mat, not even knowing what day it was.
But her situation became apparent as Nikki looked to humiliate her opponent, seemingly forgetting the mercy that Dusk had shown her in the fight. Stripped naked and fingered, Dusk tried and tried to hold on and resist proclaiming herself to be a loser. But she couldn't. Nikki's fingers soon broke her and she howled and wailed whatever she wanted to hear. Grinning, Nikki stuffed her panties in Dsk's mouth, gagging her and drugging her with her scent. She went off to find her strapon to finish the job in style... but it was too late. Mind mushed by the strong scent and juices in the panties, Dusk had passed out into a lewd, dreamless sleep.
King Gray (TBR, arena match, loss) - Following her mis-step with Nikki, Dusk was wanting to get her streak back on track ahead of her looming showdown with Deep. Gloving up, she went head-t-head with the self proclaimed "King." Gray was talla nd confident as he admired her upon entrance, looking forward very much to putting her out and having his fun with her. But if he was dismissive of her comparative strength, he would soon learn otherwise.
The round started and Dusk soon impressed him with her strength as she landed a couple of quick shots to his body. He had the size advantage but she had the speed as she ducked and dived and generally frustrated him with her evasiveness. Gray was looking for a big punch to take her out but Dusk was evasive and nimble and clever, ensuring that she kept out of range of his really dnagerous attacks and slowly built up a healthy advantage of her own. At Gray's insistence for her to put on a show, she complied, hitting him with a thunderbolt that, although wasn't going to put him down for good, neverteless entertained the crowd no end. By the end of the first round, it was looking pretty much advantage Dusk. She had the advantage and had paved the way for control of the later fight.
Round 2, and that bore fruit. By now, Dusk was looking the stronger of the two, especially as she posed and flaunted her body to get into his mind. The rest had done Gray good, and he managed to land a thunderous combo to Dusk's head. But her retaliation crumpled his abs and sent him down to the mat. He staggered to his feet, to the mock-consternation of Dusk, who purred that there was more pain to be had on his feet and that the smart thing to do would have been to stay on his back and enjoy getting sucked off in the prize round. Gray looked decidedly worse for wear as the round ended, especially when Dusk briskly smirked and pulled down her top, certain that the added distraction would throw of his game. She was in complete control now: Gray had been unable to even launch an attack that looked like taking her out.
Smirking, Dusk strutted out confidently in round 3, picking up right where she left off. Gray was a proud fighter and was fighting vailiantly, but her bouncing, bare breasts were proving a little too distracting. But when he targeted her body and bosom, the distraction was all hers. Taken aback by the sensation of his gloves hitting her boobs, she hesitated, giving Gray his one and only opening of the whole match. He took it, landing a smacker right across her cheek that knocked her out and sent her into La-La-Land. But Gray was full of admiration for her, knowing that he had got off lightly in this one. He promised to enjoy his prize but wouldn't seek to destroy her credibility, as she subjected her to wonderful foreplay and pussy eating that left her wet, horny and utterly, utterly submissive.
Of course, that jibe about the blowjob hadn't been forgotten. In fact, it was the only thing that Gray now had on his mind. Leaving Dusk wallowing in a blissfully subby edge, he got out his cock and presented it to her mouth. Dusk grinned lewdly. She should be hating the feeling of loss but right now she had an appetite for being a total slut. So she passionately sucked that cock like her life depended on it, treating him to the best winner's blowjob on her knees that she could muster. She didn't even care when he straddled her neck and face-fucked her by pulling on her head. Climbing off, he knew he was close. So did she. So, on her knees with her tongue out, she gave him a target and giggled as she cum-blasted her face, leaving her in denial with his seed pouring over her as she laughed and revelled in this wonderfully submissive feeling. Streak be damned. She could raise herself for Deep. Right now, she was just having fun.
Deep (TWR, arena match, TWR TOURNAMENT ROUND 2, T.W.A.T match, TON match, EWFC Night of Dominance match, loss) - This was it. The big day had arrived. The TWR tournament second round show down with Deep (plus a shopping list of other competitions it counted for... but mostly the tournament). The path to the final went through India. And with Case falling just short (2 LP short) against Dragon Fly, the pressure was all on Dusk to put in a strong performance and take it to a tie-breaker. This was a big one. Deep, sitting pretty with the advantage that Dragon Fly had earned him, looked confident as the atmosphere built to feverish levels ahead of the match.
Indeed, it was Deep that got the quick start, gripping Dusk in a sleeper and groping her boobs to get in her head before using them to suplex her in a statement of intent. Dusk knew how emotions worked in these high-pressure matches though, and stayed calm, biding her time. Deep continued to roll over her, convinced she was being battered into submission early as he locked in hold after hold. But Dusk was smart and always seemed to drag him down with her, coming alive as the fight went down to the ground. Coiling those dangerous legs around him, she fought back, enjoying a period of complete control as she wore him down and kept him where she wanted him. Deep, however, was no fool, always doing just enough to avoid falling totally into her clutches. Eventually, he managed to turn the tide again and the two of them engaged in a tense, exciting back-and-forth duel for control as first one, then the other, flipped positions and alternated control on top.
Deep blinked first and gave into his mounting desires, stripping Dusk bare. She followed suit immediately and within the blink of an eye, the match switched from pain and submission to straight-up fucking. Dusk struck first with a blowjob but Deep wanted more, spearing her on his cock. But Dusk was rampant, choking him as he fucked her to tell him that she was in control. And controlhim, she did, squeezing his throat until he tapped out, giving her a clear lead in the match! She enjoyed showboating to the crowd ahead of her penalty minute before pegging him on the Desytroyer.
It looked all set... but then the unthinkable happened. Penalty minute over, Deep got his fingers inside her. Too late, Dusk realised how turned on she had become by her period of dominance. She gritted her teeth but was unable to hold back the orgasm as Deep came from nowhere to take the first orgasm of the match! Losing composure immediately, she struggled to retain control, ramming his mouth down on the strapon so hard that he was forced to tap out a second time to avoid gagging! But when he came right back at her and fucked her, seemingly with no sign of cumming, she really started to panic. This one was getting away from her fast. So she slammed her mouth down on his cock and gave him a blowjob that was beyond resistance. Finally, breaching his cock, she took his load in her mouth, relieved to have at least drawn the orgasm from him.
But there was a long way to go yet. And Deep seemed just as hard and hungry as ever. She took top position again, plunging down onto him as he thrust up into her. It looked all even again... except that Dusk had exhausted herself trying to get back into a position of control. Her stamina fading, she succumbed to his control at the last moment, thrown onto her back and taking a pounding. She knew it was check-mate. She knew that her dreams of avenging her tournament final loss from last year were over. Breaking to his will in the face of the mounting orgasm, she surrendered, pounded to the edge and beyond. If she was going out, she would do it in a squirting spray of cum. Howling, she climaxed, cumming her ginger head off flat on her back. Deep smirked down at her, knowing he had the win, and asked if she wanted more. Craving self-destruction in the face of the keen shame she was feeling, she nodded weakly. So Deep continued fucked her, making her shout aloud about how he had defeated her and whose was the superior country. Until she squealed and squirted a third time and collapsing, out-fought, out-fucked, out-matched. Despite dominating and destroying her, though, Deep extended his hand and helped her up before leading her away to the dignity of backstage... where Psyko spanked her for breaking her promise to win after defeating him.
Maris (LWR, T.W.A.T match, win) – Lady Dusk had been wearing Maris's collar now as her “kitten” for quite some time. Dusk loved being Maris's kitten. Not that she wanted to admit it, but she did. Maris was a sweet, loving mistress who just made her melt and want to be cared for. But that thought was terrifyingly subby. How could Lady Dusk be a mighty warrior queen if she willingly gave herself over to a collar? No. She needed to remember who she was. She needed to be strong. She needed to always, always fight! ...............right?
Maris's conditions for release were that her kitten needed to beat her in a fight to be released so Dusk invited her to a challenge. Not in the arena this time, but in the basement ring of The Crimson Cavern Club, in front of a small, noisy, horny crowd of clientele and hosts. It was the perfect setting for a showdown between mistress and pet. Maris oozed confident sexiness as Dusk approached. There was no way she was setting her kitten free without a fight: she would do everything she could to keep her. And so the first thing she did was to strip her kitten completely naked to remind her of her place.
Playing from the back foot already, Dusk nevertheless stuck to her game plan of trying to seduce Maris and prove to her what a wonderfully sweet mistress she would be herself. Cue lots and lots of kissing, stroking, breathing, brushing, squeezing and groping of her body. The crowd were expecting a fight. What they got were too smouldering lesbians making out with each other. Not that they minded.
Dusk felt sure that her care and love would softly erode Maris, especially when she softly screwed her with the Destroyer, but she proved even more determined to keep her kitten in line and slowly, softly asserted her authority. Pinned on her back and kissed, Dusk was reminded just how good it felt to submit to her as she enjoyed her tits in her face and getting her pussy tenderly rubbed. And any attempts to resist or break free were met with a gentle but pointed admonishing slap to keep her in line. Once Maris's red strapon entered the fray, things went badly wrong for Dusk. Now melted under her mistress, she took a passionate, determined fucking, sliding down the slippery slope straight into subspace.
Maris was in total control of her now subby pet as she lifted her with ease, keeping her helpless as she ate her out standing up and displayed her to the crowd, before placing her in the turnbuckle and eating her out some more, whilst brushing off Dusk's desperate, feeble attempts to counter with her own tongue. The strapon went in her ass and Dusk broke, surrendering to a lifetime of her collar, permanently offering her soul to be Maris's sex kitten pet. But deep down in that core of steel, that tiny little voice shouted no! She could never give in! So she pulled herself off the strapon in a display of willpower.
Maris smirked, watching Dusk flail hopelessly and struggle to resist. If she couldn't surrender then she would give her no choice. She pinned her upside down on her shoulders, legs spread over her head humiliatingly, and blasted her pussy until she detonated like a whale's blow hole showering herself with the most spectacular, mind blowing orgasm in living memory. And Maris didn't stop there. She kept blasting her, relentlessly rubbing squirt after squirt as Dusk howled, looking to break her entirely. To bind her by shattering that core of resistance as she rubbed relentless multiple orgasms from her. Dusk twitched and gushed like a fountain, the light fading from her eyes.
But then, right at the last second, her hand shot out and caught Maris's, stopping her. The light came back. That steely will had stopped her submitting once again. And now, as she pushed back, the Destroyer came to rest on Maris's wet, edged labia. Dusk reached down and flicked the vibrations onto maximum power, holding Maris close. After such a fingerblasting, her own crotch was numb and immune to the vibes. But Maris's wasn't. Ignoring her howls and her pleas, Dusk squeezed her onto it until she broke, squirting a deluge of cum across the ring before treating her to a taste of her own medicine and refusing to stop the punishment. Multiple micro orgasms later and Dusk inflicted the coup de grace, shoving the vibrating silicone cock all the way in to deliver the final, devastating mega orgasm to finish her mistress off.
Looking down on the quivering body of Maris, a storm of conflicting emotions raged in Dusk. She pulled her in tenderly and stroked and soothed her, full of love for her wonderful, fearsome rival. And she was indeed sad not to be her kitten any more, despite her relief when the collar came off. This was a strange one indeed. Somehow this felt like she had lost something special. But now was not the time to worry about it. There was a luxury suite upstairs with a four poster bed and a kitty basket. The crowd parted as Dusk made Maris carry her away , ready for a few intimate days of pampering her new pet and coaxing rapturous carnal delight from the pair of them.
Monica Saunders (LWR, arena match, T.W.A.T LADIES' TITLE MATCH, win) - Las Vegas, USA: the scene of, after weeks of planning and several set-backs, the most hyped match of the year in the women's league. It was a fixture that Monica's agent, Ashley Graham, had been trying to engineer for the longest time. It was a fixture that had lit the tinder box of hype, generating wild speculation and feverish excitement across the globe; a pay-per-view event that was set to generate millions as it saw two goddesses of the ring take each other on for the T.W.A.T's presigious ladies' title.
None of this really bothered Dusk though. there was only one prize that had made her immediately agree to Miss Graham's letter of offer. Tall, strong, athletic, proud, noble: she would have leapt at the chance to fight Monica Saunders anywhere, prize fund or not, title or no title. But the stage was set to be huge in front of a sold-out arena and beamed to millions world-wide. Pre-match the atmosphere was absolutely pounding, causing a state of pure adrenaline-fuelled excitement in Dusk, released like a coiled spring when her entrance music dropped. She sprinted into the ring like a mains-charged Energiser bunny, unable to hold back her energy. Backstage, Monica was feeling the weight of expectation, given a last minute pep talk by Ashley before pouring on the smoulder as she stalked her sultry way down to the ring.
Dusk was hopping from foot to foot, staring at Monica in her tight pink one-piece, unable to contain her eagerness to get her hands on her. The bell rang and the match exploded straight into sexy action of the highest order, with Monica launching a quick offensive to try and catch hold of Dusk. But Dusk's energy was through the roof as she squirmed free and went straight for the body under the tight suit, hungrily tickling her. Monica was undeterred and buried Dusk's face in her crotch whilst she pulled back her legs so hard that Dusk's leotard gave way and ripped as it was strained! Monica followed up professionally, looking as though she would capitalise and take control of the match.
But then it all changed. Dusk had known the huge gravitas of this event and that nothing less than a spectacular showing was required. So she had been working on a new signature move: The Twilight Twist. Unveiling her new signature submission hold on this, the biggest stage, she immediately grabbed the attention of the media and sports community, twisting Monica like a corkscrew with her face trapped on the mat and her leg bent right over her shoulder. Ashley's face fell as she watched in horror as Monica was twisted in agony, yelling at her to get to the ropes. She managed in and the referee ordered Dusk to break, which she did at the last possible second. But as Monica crawled to safety, Dusk went right back and applied the exact same hold again! This time, there was nothing Monica could do, with the ropes way beyond reach. She was forced to endure the hold until Dusk grew tired of it and threw her down to the mat, spanking her ass in giddy triumph as she did.
Monica was reeling, the wheels coming off her vehicle in the face of that devastating hold. She tried to derail Dusk's gloating by stripping her clothes, only for Dusk to smirk about not being impatient to get to the good stuff. By now Monica was foundering, wondering just what manner of beast she had tangled with. In one last attempt to assert dominance, she grabbed and inverted Dusk into a lifted pussy-eating hold, only for Dusk to kick her legs and overbalance her. They landed in the corner, a dominant, wild Dusk pinning a panicked, exhausted Monica beneath her. A short fingering battle ended with Dusk assuming total control, sapping her opponent's remaining strength and rendering her unable to resist the Destroyer as she entered her prone and put the match beyond any reasonable doubt. Monica was proud and defiant to the last, trying to counter with weak, shaky fingers, but Dusk was like a shark smelling blood in the water. Marvelling at the strong, noble warrior queen trapped beneath her, she pinned and fingered her until she broke that noble spirit and teased a truly nuclear orgasm from her.
Head blown, Monica spiralled, recognising that Dusk was a tornado against which she stood no chance tonight and lamenting how that Twilight Twist had unravelled her entire game plan. Dusk was overjoyed at the orgasm but suddenly noticed the spark fade from Monica's eyes. It was obvious she was crumbling and felt unable to continue the fight. A quick glance at the knowing, pained expression on Ashley's face confirmed it: Monica was done for the night. But the crowd were still wild and the match was still in full swing. This was the most hyped match of the year: no way could it end after a single orgasm. Anything less than spectacular and the pair of them would be pilloried for such a disappointing showing. And there was no way Dusk would allow that.
She bent low and licked the face of her "victim" in a display of dominance for the cameras... although really they were whispering out a plan. The show had to go on. Monica had to keep fighting, even if it was staged. Dusk offered her the Destroyer but she wouldn't take it: the was Dusk's night. A flawless victory would grab the headlines just as surely as a close-run battle. And so the two of them continued to roll and battle, staging a fight for the vibrating Destroyer and exchanging turns on top whilst Monica's fans howled encouragement for her to get back on top and turn the match around. A knowing glance shared between the actors though, and Dusk called an end to it, giving Monica the starring role in her defeat as she pushed her face into her tits and smothered her out. Making sure to lean forwards so that her long ginger hair obscured the fact that she had left Monica a small air hole, she played to the cameras, caressing her opponent and singing lullabies to her as her frantic kicking became weaker and weaker. Playing into the role, Ashley howled in dismay as Monica "went limp" with Dusk sitting on her shoulders, beaming as she received her title belt. Dusk again leant down to kiss the forhead of her "sleeping" conquest... but was actually telling her to meet her backstage to relieve her aching tension with the orgasm that she could no longer hold back, before leaving with her title and slightly crossed legs.
Tanya the Korean Queen (LWR, arena match, PSA match, loss) - The Pink String Arena elimination tournament was in full swing but Lady Dusk was yet to get off the mark in the competition. Finally, her time to shine arrived in the shape of a showdown with sexy rival, Tanya. To the eyes of the world, Dusk was leading the series, having taken victory first in the ring. But Tanya had had her revenge in private, outfucking Dusk in the bedroom. Now they clashed again, with Tanya holding the psychological advantage. Dusk looked fabulous in her special oragnge g-string she had bought especially for the competition. She hoped it would weaken her opponent's resolve. In reality, it just put an even bigger target on her.
Having just dominated Monica the match before, Dusk felt confident in being able to put on a strong performance. Nuh-uh. Tayna was all over her from the word go, using the ropes to tangle and contain her and render her immobile so that she could go straight for gold with her hand down the front of Dusk's g-string. Dusk was helplessly subjected to a prolonged, expert fingering that did much of the match's damage. Rubbing her knees together, she was already fighting down edges and she hadn't even managed to lay a finger on Tanya yet!
Tanya looked unstoppable as she continued to devour her prey with her fingers. But Dusk's spirit was strong and she wasn't going down without a fight. She trapped The Korean Queen in a brutal ceiling hold and stretched her, punishing her with pain. But Tanya was fighting with pleasure and had already dealt a crippling blow. Dusk's attempts to incapacitate Tanya in the ropes were met with less success and her fingers just weren't on par. Tanya gritted her teeth, endured the counter and pinned Dusk in a boston crab, a position from which she was able to edge a wailing Dusk mercilessly. But the killing blow came when she pushed Dusk into the corner. Too weak to fight her way out, Dusk eventually crumbled as the orgasm was ripped out of her, soaking that g-string as she crumbled to her knees weakly. Delighted, Tanya pinned her for the victory and plucked her g-string off like a trophy, adding it to her collection. Naked and leaking, Dusk was forced to concede that elimination events just weren't her thing.
Ben “The Fighter” (TBR, arena match, win) - A long, long time ago, when Lady Dusk had first moved to EF City, one of her first ever opponents had been Ben. She had enjoyed a sexy, breasty rivalry with him, with nearly all of their fights ending up with him mesmerised by her breasts. Now, after a long period without crossing paths, they met each other again in the boxing ring. Ben was new to the sport but didn't mind, as long as he could reunite with the sexy redhead once again.
After checking that both fighters were ready, the ref started the match. But rather than unleashing hell, all that had been unleashed was Ben's boner as he openly stared at Dusk's cleavage. She noticed immediately and changed her game plan on the spot, ensuring that he couldn't walk straight, smuggling a barge pole in his trunks as he was. She fooled around playfully, bounded her boobs seductively and rubbed him between the legs with her knee, stiffening and maddening him further. Ben fell right for it, rubbing her pussy with his glove and enjoying the romp so much that the ref pulled them apart and told them to get on with it and save the sexy stuff to the prize round. Just to keep her happy, Dusk turned and laid him out with a single punch; the first proper hit of the match.
Ben got up but not a great deal changed. Any hits were playful at best, with Dusk weakening and seducing him whilst he struggled to get his eyes out of her cleavage. During a round break, Dusk went for the psychological knock out by removing her top and exposing the breasts that had him enthralled. He fought on, despite two further knock downs, but when she pulled his face into her boobs, it was all over for him. Waiting until he went numb and dazed, she pulled him out and put her glove right through the hearts in his eyes, securing the win.
Now the fun could really begin. Ben had been sporting an erection all match long. She maddened it further by rubbing it with her gloves and licking the end of it, driving him wild with desire. Eventually, she wrapped her fingers around it and stroked him with her tits in his face. Ben moaned and groaned in rapture, stuck between two soft, shapely mounds of heaven. But when she stripped down to her bare pussy, he groaned that he wanted that instead. Giggling, Dusk told him that he could have it if he held out a bit longer. But of course, she kept pumping until he broke and sprayed his cum all over his chest and her hand. Posing above him, Dusk ensured he got a good view of the breasts that had defeated him, before telling him he knew where to come next time he wanted to lose to them.
Imogen (TBR, arena match, loss) - Dusk had noticed a new power in the boxing scene: Imogen had been training hard in sparring matches and appearing on the rosters a lot. Curious about her, Dusk looked in on one of her sparring matches to see who this new tour-de-force was. Imogen was full of blustre and bravado, claiming that she was "out to embarrass doms" in the ring. Dusk was used to cutting over-inflated male egos down to size, but here was a female one that seemed like it was getting too large for its own good. Chuckling, she laid down a challenge that if she felt like trying to embarrass her, then she was all ready for it.
Of course, Imogen wasn't the sort to pass up a challenge and so the two of them met. Dusk felt sure that she could handle the newbie and put her neatly back in her place. She came out swinging at full force: so much so that Dusk took a step back and smirked as she absorbed the ferocious hits, certain that she would burn herself out early. Her strategy was to pose and taunt and get under Imogen's hot-headed skin, destabilising her composure whilst she picked her apart with cool, precise counter attacks. It seemed to work too... or at least the first part did: Imogen was getting riled up by Dusk's calm smugness, no matter how much she tried to wipe the smirk off her face. By the time the ref called time on the first round, Dusk was cockily taunting Imogen from the other side of the ring, certain that she would massively overstep and open herself up to a decisive, punishing counter.
However, the turning point f the match came when Imogen stripped off her top to go bare-chested. Whether it was a sign of defiance or an attempt to seduce her opponent, it proved to be a genius move at just the right time. When they emerged from their corners, Imogen had shaken off her fluster and was looking daggers a Dusk with laser focus. Dusk tried to take the upper hand early but found Imogen to be quicker and more alert, blocking everything she threw at her and responding with decisive force. It was Dusk whose composure slipped the further she fell behind. No longer smirking smugly, she realised she was on the losing end of a shoot-out as she got more and more desperate to break Imogen's defense and put a stop to her onslaught. But in doing so, she over-reached herself, opening up huge holes in her guard. Imogen stormed through her defense like a cleaver, landing scores of devastating hits to Dusk's face that knocked her out cold and left her dazed and defeated on the mat.
Now it was punishment time. Imogen sneered that Dusk had thought she was an easy target and vowed to make good on her promise to humiliate her, rubbing her clothed pussy with her glove and saying how she would make it belong to her. When her fingers entered her, Dusk knew she was in trouble. Moaning and wailing, she bit her lip and tried to outlast her fingering, even when Imogen said her plan was to bring her close and then fuck her with a strapon until she wailed that her pussy belonged to Imogen. And when she stuffed her wet panties in Dusk's mouth, all resistance was broken. Drugged on her taste, Dusk went docile until the strapon filled her. One hard fucking later, Imogen plucked the panty chew toy from her mouth just in time to hear Dusk's broken wail about what a loser she was and how her pussy had been claimed by Imogen's winner cock... just before she came her head off and slumped into a listless pile at the victor's feet.
Aby (TWR, arena match, T.W.A.T match, EWFC Night of Dominance match, win) - The Night of Dominance mini-league event was in full swing. It was a chance for Dusk to prove she was a resilient corrupter of hearts and one of the powerhouses of the EFWC. Following her disastrous defeat at the hands of Deep, she had lost ground in the competition. She had a lot to prove to get the campaign back on track and to show she was the dominant force in mixed wrestling. Her opponent this time would not be easy, however: the last time she had faced Aby had been when he had converted her to the heel team in the Legions of the Twilight event, coming from way behind to overturn a huge deficit and snatch an assured victory from her. Such a massive collapse would be mentally hard to overcome, especially since this was a submission-only match and that she couldn't simply wank her way to victory.
Aby was confident following the previous encounter, absolutely certain that he was superior to her in strength as he flexed and squared up to her. What ensued was a gruelling, physical chess-match of a fight as both of them tried everything they possibly could to trap each other in a hold and wear each other down. It had everything: sleepers, chokes, half nelsons, full nelsons... none of it worked. Each and every time one of them thought they had the other locked in, they would spring free at the last minute. But it was when Dusk kicked out so hard that Aby's head hit the ring post... that was a turning point. Dazed and groggy, he fell victim to her strong legs and clever holds in short order, ground down and exhausted as she crushed the life from him. He ripped at her clothing, trying to throw her concentration off but all it did was make her punish him even more with a hold so tight that he tapped out and was forced to strip, having gone behind in this dazzlingly brutal contest.
Round 2, and it was all on now as cock met pussy. There was nothing to be gained by pleasuring each other this time, except that sexual dominance was a potent psychological weapon as both were keen to establish their control. Dusk was still riding high, controlling the flow of the match. And when she planted her wet pussy over his airways and smothered him out, Aby was forced to tap out yet again to avoid unconsciousness. Dusk was cruising to a surefire victory and toyed with him and his cock. He was so ragged by this point that she looked to end it all with another tap out and verbal surrener, squeezing him painfully in a chicken wing hold. Victory looked certain, but Aby found the strength to hold on despite the agony and fight her off, much to her chagrin.
Thus started the comeback, just like last time they fought, Aby gaining confidence from his own fortitude and slowly pushing Dusk back under his superior strength. She grumbled in vexed frustration as she lost control and found the match was no longer going in her favour. At one point it looked as though Aby might actually be the one to force the surrender from HER, he became that dominant. Regaining her footing, Dusk fought back, but the match was now 50-50 at best and it looked as though either of them could take it. But it was Dusk who managed to secure the crucial, fatal hold, trapping Aby yet again in the lethal guillotine of her thighs and crushing the life from his body. He held on as best he could but knew it was hopeless and tapped out to save his ribs from being cracked. That wasn't enough. Dusk kept the hold locked in until he verbally surrendered himself to her as her new chair... before she promptly made him fulfil that role by rolling him onto his shoulders and celebrating her win by sitting on him. He had fought back valiantly like a true warrior, but this was to be her night.
Nikki (TBR, arena match, win) - Despite a sweeping success in the wrestling ring, Dusk's boxing form was far from noteworthy except for the wrong reasons. After being disgraced by the more mature Nikki in their previous match, Dusk was looking to even the score, especially since she still felt aggreaved that she had lost because of showing mercy last time. Squaring up to one another, Dusk promised there would be no quarter given this time. Nikki just smirked, sure that she could give the young girl another lesson in humility.
Thoroughly pumped for a grudge match, Dusk came out swinging, aggressive from the word go and with none of the subtle mind games that she normally led with. This was about decisive force this time. Initially, she overpowered Nikki, but was hit with a bruising counter bolt that gave her pause for thought with a swelling lip. They went into the first break with Nikki having taken the majority of the shots but smugly satisfied that she had delivered a stinger to the young upstart.
Dusk, not one to be deterred, started with the taunting and trash-talking, making fun of Nikki's seniority. And it certainly seemed as though her youth was an advantage as she ducked and weaved Nikki's swings like a nimble butterfly. But again, when Nikki was able to find her, she delivered a withering juggernaut assault to counter. Still Dusk was cocky, stroking her and telling her how sexy she was for an old girl, to which Nikki told her to fuck off with an uppercut to the chin. Cue more trading of blows before Dusk lost her cool and delivered a bruising gut-shot that folded Nikki in half and sent her down. She tried to stand but the ref called it, ruling her down, much to Nikki's fury.
Dusk was delighted: the boxing results really had been against her recently and she had talked so much shit that she felt sure that Nikki would have really buried her if she'd won. But she hadn't and now she was Dusk's toy to break in revenge for what had happened last time. Climbing on top of her opponent, she held her down and purred about all the plans she had for her, rubbing her clothed crotch with her glove repeatedly. At first, Nikki thrashed wildly in Dusk's grasp, as if she were trying to throw of a rodeo rider whilst spitting fury. But the more Dusk's glove rubbed between her legs, the less and less convincing those protests became, until eventually Dusk pulled off the glove and Nikki's bottoms and slipped her fingers deep inside.
With Nikki now incapacitated, Dusk told her to beg. Beg to stop, to continue, to cum... it didn't matter: just beg. Feisty Nikki refused, stoicly taking her punishment. Even when Dusk transfered her fingers to her ass, she refused. Even when she added a second one and curled them into hooks inside her. Deciding that she had used her chances, Dusk wore the Destroyer and vowed to break her. She was a peerless master of the strapon but this had none of her usual finesse and skill: this was a purely overwhelming fucking as she ploughed her from behind. Nikki was beyond begging by now... was beyond words, really. Dusk pounded her to the brink of orgasm until she heard the type of moan coming from Nikki's lips that sounded like a will breaking. Then, with a triumphant cry of "you're done," she threw her through the bottom ropes and fucked her all the way through orgasm with her facing out towards the crowd. Then she simply pulled out and left her there, slumped in the ropes. She left the ring and walked round, kissing her on the forehead and telling her that next time it really would be better for her to swallow her pride and beg, like she'd been told.
GALLERY OF HEARTS (A tribute to departed friends and showcase of gifts)
💔Yura💔 - Lady Dusk's first love: an adorable, shy yet mischievous fox girl. It was love at first hand-hold. Dusk is devastated that her travelling permission was revoked by her people and that she had to go back to her homeland! Maybe she will come back in the future. 🤞
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💄Anna Ivory - Dusk's one true mistress and the only person to ever truly make her give herself over. Like Ying and Yang, these two perfectly complete the other, filling a deep need. With her gone, Dusk has struggled to contain the spiralling submissive urges that Anna helped to quell.
🐶Chloe the Cutie – She may have spent most of the time telling Dusk how much she smelled but Dusk always felt better with this cheeky, playful, yet strangely astute doggo around.
Queen Dusk, as reimagined by Kira Ranmaru: "You will forever for me be "Lady Dusk" and a "Strong Proud Wrestling Queen with a Big Heart".
💕💕Thank you Kira for this wonderful gift.
The necklace gifted to Lady Dusk by Kira Ranmaru, protecting her from being collared and keeping her strong, free and independent. Thank you Kira. I shall treasure it! 💕💕
The engagement ring given to Lady Dusk by Fred Stark. The orange and blue stones represent the two of them coming together. The marriage never happened but she keeps this ring close to her at all times.
The engagement ring given to Lady Dusk by Casey Reyes. The black metal represents dusk and the orange is reminiscent of the colour of her hair. The engagement lasted less than 24 hours but the ring is now exchanged as a trophy between them, symbolising the see-saw balance of power in this affectionately domineering rivalry of lovers.
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