After the match (for Chigusa)

After the Match, Lukretia escorted Chigusa to the back of the locker room. She told her that if she wanted, she would let Chigusa come back to her manor. Lukretia had parted ways to change and get ready and told Chigusa to meet her just outside of the arena and that if she wanted to come back to Lukretia's estate. She also instructed the idol to meet at a certain time and if she was late, Lukretia would leave without her.

She stood waiting outside, dressed in a rather lavish black dress and high heels. She even had jewelry on and looked like she was going out on the town. Her chauffuer waitred next to the fancy looking sleek black car. It had been made to order and was no0t a limosene but was longer than a normal car comoplete with an extra wide back seat that fit four comfortably and even had a mini-bar.

Lukretia looked at her watch and smiled. "Only a few more minutes." She whispered.

After Lukretia left Chigusa alone in the locker room, Chigusa began to seriously think about what kind of a decision she was making. She had willingly submitted to a dominatrix to be used and abused in any way Lukretia deemed fit. The more she thought about it, the more she realized just how powerful and captivating Lukretia was. Chigusa hadn't willingly gone with Lukretia after all; whatever will she had got crushed and taken away by Lukretia. She realized what Hilde meant when she said Chigusa couldn't beat Lukretia. Chigusa thought she could crush Lukretia's pride by beating her at her own game, but in the end that was impossible. It was a battle she couldn't win.

And now this final choice. Chigusa knew the battle wasn't over, not yet. The game was still on. No doubt Lukretia sought to prove her dominance inside her manor, her home base, but Chigusa wasn't going to let that happen. All that yields is not weak. She might've been captivated by Lukretia, but she still had her wits and her pride. Lukretia hadn't broken her yet. So she reached inside her locker and put on her street clothes. A pair of white panties, a matching white bra, a light summer skirt, a thin blouse, and a fashionable vest. She put on her high-heeled sandals and exited the locker room, heading for Lukretia's car outside. She found Lukreita, looking rather stunning in her black dress, and headed towards her.

"Lets go, shall we?" Chigusa said to Lukretia, trying not to make eye contact.

Lukretia smiled and when the chaffuer saw Chigusa, her quickly stepped forward and opened the door. Lukretia stepped in first and then patted the seat next to her. She waited for Chigusa to enter and once the Chaffuer closed the door and got into the front she spoke something in quick German and then looked at CHigusa. "I am glad you decided to come, meine frau." She said placing a hand on Chigusa's leg and ran it up and down it tenderly. "Vould you care for a drink"

She then leaned over and grabbed a cool glass of wine and two glasses and held them up. She poured a glass and handed it to Chigusa. If she took it, she would pour her own glass. If she didn't she would merely set down the bottle and other glass and sip it casually.

"I vant to know." She began, getting right to the point. "WHy you thought you could beat me?" She smiled. "Be brutal, meine frau. Did you really think zat I vas just some rich princess looking to pick on ze veaklings?"

Chigusa got into the car after Lukretia. She was a bit unsettled by Lukretia's presence, her will so captured by Lukretia that she felt horribly insignificant in her presence. She nearly whimpered when Lukretia placed a hand on her leg and ran it up and down, becoming aroused with only a mere touch. But she had to remain strong, Lukretia was a person who appreciated strength, and Chigusa wasn't about to disappoint.

"I would appreciate one," Chigusa said. She took the wineglass offered to her and took a sip. She needed something to calm her nerves and distract her from Lukretia's presence. It was sweet tasting and good, but Chigusa barely tasted the wine. She was far too focused on Lukretia still.

Chigusa bit her lip in hesitation at Lukretia's question. She took another sip of her wine, hoping it would lower her inhibitions a bit. "I fought you because I was proud," Chigusa began, "And I thought I could win because I felt I was in the right. I knew you weren't weak, I realized that when you beat Tomomi, since she's not weak either. But I thought I was stronger, that I had both the moral righteousness and the strength to beat you." Chigusa smiled, though her eyes were downcast. "In the end I did, didn't I? I managed to beat you in the ring... but you stole my will." She looked up at Lukretia. "Every second in your presence is unbearable, the crushing feeling of want... it's burning me up from the inside," Chigusa held a hand to her heart. "This wasn't supposed to happen. I thought that if I won, I'd manage to break that pride of yours. In the end, I broke my own."

Lukretia listened to Chigusa as she carefully sipped her wine. She let her hand slip further into the idol's inner thigh, letting it rest just under her skirt. "I have spent a long time building meine strength und I am still building it. I am only rising meine frau. Do you think I despise the weak?" Her question was rhetorical. "If a veak person desires to remain so, zen zis is fine but, they should realize zat zey vill live to be stepped on by ze strong. If someone desires to be strong, then zey should appreciate vat I do." She took a small sip of wine. "Ze mantra zat you keep repeating... Do you vant to beat it into my head? Do you honestly believe zat I do not understand it?" She pressed her hand further down Chigusa's leg until she was not even an inch from her panties.

Chigusa's face began to blush as Lukretia's hand reached higher and higher up her leg, getting even under her skirt. Lukretia's warm palm rested right on Chigusa's thigh. Chigusa could feel desire leap within her, almost telling Lukretia to stop it all and remove her hand, but stopping herself when she realized it would be a show of weakness. She had to remain strong, no matter what.

"Why do you think those who are strong appreciate your crushing of the weak?" Chigusa asked, "What happened to compassion? It's not a show of weakness to spare those weaker than you are out of kindness." Her hand moved to grab Lukretia's hand through her skirt. "All that yields is not weak, it's not quite a mantra, it's a warning," Chigusa continued, "I hope you understand it. Those who yield to you today may come back and destroy you later. I wonder though, do you think I'm weak, since I yielded to you?"

Lukretia set down her glass and lifted her finger and waved it at Chigusa. "Nein, Nein. Ze veak are ze ones who appreciate it. You see, I find zat those who crush the veak merely to crush zem are zemselves veak. I do not do zis, even if you think it. I do believe zat those who know zey are veak und do not vish to change should know zere place." She smiled when Chigusa grabbed her hand. "For those who vant to be strong, I provide zem vith some extra motivation." She pulled her hand away and brought it gently to the idol's chin. "I teach zem to fish. I don't merely give zem food. I vould say I am quite compassionate." She grabbed her glass again and took a sip. Ze arrogance of strength is in believing once it is gained it is perpetual with on further effort. Strength is not self sustaining. Vhy do you think I surround myself vith people who vant to destroy me? Because if I don't alvays keep pressing forward zey vill. If you vere veak zen I vould be too since I also yielded to you. If zat is ze only criteria."

"I see," Chigusa said. She pondered what Lukretia said. It seemed to be right, and not evil or cruel at all. Lukretia's methods may seem harsh, but she was enforcing her own beliefs with all her strength. Indeed, her beliefs seemed so correct to Chigusa as well. She wasn't mean or cruel, but she did not appreciate those who fail by not ever trying to take a risk. That seemed to be the strength Lukretia talked about, the willingness to get out there and challenge the world. It was something Chigusa valued. Perhaps there was more in common between the both of them than either one thought.

Chigusa took Lukretia's hand and placed it against her cheek. "So warm," Chigusa thought, feeling the warmth of Lukretia's palm on her face. It seemed strange that such a seemingly cold person could be so warm. "So you decided to take me too then," Chigusa said, "As another one of those people who motivate you to press onwards. Am I just that, a motivational tool?"

Lukretia smiled when Chigusa put her hand on her cheek. At her words, she gave a soft chuckle. "I had no intention of dealing vith your group any further after I beat your friend, but ven you stepped in I couldn't vaste ze opportunity." She finished her wine and tossed the glass. She turned and slid onto Chigusa and leaned in, placing her hands on the idol's collar. She looked into Chigusa's eyes. "Vat do you vant to be, meine dear? I can see you are wavering between hate und desire." Her eyes closed halfway and she leaned in so there lips were barely apart. Her hand came up and mingled with Chigusa's purple hair. She repeated herself in a low sultry tone. "Vat do you vant to be?"

Chigusa found herself staring into Lukretia's eyes as if spellbound. She tried to look away, but couldn't. She stared into those dark pools and felt as if she was drowning. The desire within her flared up, burning in her chest, threatening to leap out and engulf her. Her hatred disappeared as if it was never there. Chigusa answered Lukretia's question the only way she could. She leaned forward and kissed Lukretia gently on the lips. It was a kiss of love, not the kiss of burning passion they shared many times during the match. Chigusa didn't hold it for long, breaking it off after only a few moments.

"That's my answer," Chigusa said, "I hope it's enough."