The Gatt Attack's new "Pet"

Cars honked their horns in alarm and protest as the Harley Davidson motorcycle came screaming down the road. The driver weaved in and out between cars, making them look like they were standing still. he ran red lights, flipped off other drivers, and generally made a huge ruckus on the open road. The driver of the motorcycle was Sarah Gatt. "Yeah, fuck you too!!" Sarah screamed at the passing SUV, flipping him the bird for good measure, Grumbling Darkly to herself Sarah set her eyes back on the road, and at the task she had set out for herself.

The Queen of Brawl was on her way to pick up the newest member of her fledgling but growing gang, the Gatt Attack. A ruthless band of girls who took uopn assignments for anyone that might pay them. Namely the ones that involved them beating someone up. Naturally Sarah's employees needed to be ruthless, strong, and in her opinion a little unbalanced. And this nwest recruit was all that and more. She went by the name Sabre, a wrestler who took on the persona of a caveperson. Took it on a little too well in sarah's opinion. Not long ago Sarah had rescued the cavegirl from a rather precarious situation, and asked her if she wanted to join the Gatt Attack. Confusingly, all the woman asked for in return was a place to sleep, and some juicy steaks.

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth sarah accepted her terms, and was now on her way to pick up her newest tenant. She had told Sabre to meet her in front of the AFW complex, which was where she assumed the cavegirl had been staying all this time. Once there Sarah would pick her up, and both of them would make their way back to Sarah's appartmenr to move her in.

Sabre was absent-mindedly waiting for Sarah, the muscular babe getting a few double takes she stood there, barefoot, in her skimpy outfit and mask.

Sabre didn’t care, she was too busy thinking about her new ally. She could sense a darkness about Sarah, a capacity for ruthless cruelty, but the cave girl was unconcerned. As long as she was provided with plenty of stuff to eat, fight, and fuck, she was more than happy to let the red-haired biker girl do her thinking for her. Given that her previous ‘keeper’ had left her in a match with an old enemy which had left Sabre beaten, whipped, and spanked brutally, the change had to be an improvement.

So she looked up eagerly as she sensed Sarah’s arrival, the cave girl having heard the shouts and curses of angry passers by even before the redhead came into view. Sabre stood up straight, almost to attention, wanting to emphasise her strong, muscular physique when making her first impression. She didn’t know if Sarah would want to reward her first, or make her prove her worth, but Sabre wanted look willing anyway.

“Hey,” she nodded gruffly in greeting as Sarah approached, looking for instruction.

Sarah would eventually come screeching around the corner to the chorus of honking horns and angry shouts, but would come out unscathed despite a few harsh words directed at the other drivers. Eventually after clearing the street Sarah would pull into the AFW parking lot, and then bring her bike to a stop right before the waiting cavegirl.

Sarah switched off her bike and stared oddly at the woman she had come to recruit. She was dressed in next to nothing in broad daylight, wearing the mask Sarah had helped her retrieve. Sarah knew the woman had identity issues, but she didn't think they ran that deep. "Is that the only thing you wear?" she asked, not seeing any luggage with Sabre. "Never mind, forget it. We can get to that later." Sarah would then climb off her Harley and step up to Sabre, who seemed to stand at attention at the Queen of Brawl's arrival.

This being the second time meeting Sabre and with her no longer being the sorry sight Sarah found her in she could now appreciate what she had before her. Sabre was powerfully built, moreso than Sarah herself, and it showed with the lack of clothing she had on. With proper guidance, Sabre could become a force to be reckoned with.

Grinning at the prospect, sarah would approach Sabre, , looking up at her with a smile. "Nice to see you again," she said. "This marks the point where you will have to do whatever I say, whenever I say it. ANd in exchange, I'll give you shelter, and lots of food." Sarah would then suddenly pull out a case of packaged steak from behind her, grinning mischievously. "Sound good?"

Sabre didn’t really understand Sarah’s problem with her outfit, she only wore clothes when it was cold, and it wasn’t cold, so…

She stopped thinking about that, though, when she saw the steak, her eyes locking onto it firmly. Sarah wouldn’t go far wrong speaking to her stomach. Sabre was vaguely aware that Sarah was saying something about always following her orders, which didn’t bother Sabre at all - organising fights was boring, she just wanted to fight in them, so she was happy to let someone else do it.

“Yeah, sound good. I am ready,” Sabre nodded. “Where the shelter?”

"Excellent," Sarah chuckled, and would take the meat she had in her hand and put it back into her pocket. "You can have these when we get to the, uh, 'shelter'. Okay?" Not bothering to wait for Sabre's answer Sarah would head back to her motorcycle, expecting Sabre to follow her. "You know, I had to buy a new appartment because of you. "I've got so many people moving in that I just didn't have any room in my old place. So congradulations, you've forced me to do something I swore I'd never do; upgrade."

Once at her bike sarah would mount the drivers seat, and give Sabre a playful grin. "You don't mind if we take the bike, right? You do know how to ride bitch, don't you?"

“Well I not ridden that bitch” Sabre frowned, indicating the bike, and not really understanding. She was a little bit wary of machines, and doubt began to creep into her eyes… until she remembered she was supposed to be impressing this Sarah girl.

“But, its not hard, right? You drive, I hold on. Yeah, fine, lets ride,” she blustered with forced confidence.

Secretly she had her worries about getting on that thing, but she was damned if she was going to show fear at this point.

While Sarah could admit it was hard to read the cave girl, with the fact that she wore a mask and apparently had spilt personalities, she could tell right away how uncomfortable getting on the bike with Sarah made her. The Queen of Brawl could have shown a little compasion at this point in their relationship. But that was just not Sarah Gatt, and an amused smile spread across her face.

"You're not scared, are you?" Sarah asked, trying to toy with Sabre a little. It was then she would abruptly turn on the bike, hoping the sudden noise of the engine roaring to life would make Sabre jump a little. "If not, hop on. The new place is quite a ways away."

“No, never scared,“ Sabre narrowed her eyes as Sarah taunted her, the cave girl determined to stand firm. Then the loud growl of the engine made her flinch, her heart leaping into her mouth for a split second.

Sabre was embarrassed a little bit now, especially as Sarah clearly saw her fear and seemed amused by it. Their leader-follower relationship was quickly establishing itself, and Sabre viewed this as a test she needed to pass.

With a glum but determined expression, Sabre stepped towards the noisy machine. She slowly straddled it then sat down awkwardly.

“Let’s go” she said assertively. She was ready to do this, even though she would be clutching Sarah pretty tight for the duration of the trip.

Sarah had to resist a chuckle when she saw Sabre jump in fright from the sound of her bike revving up, having supressed it to a slight snort. She was already starting to enjoy the company of this cavegirl, if not for amusing times alone.

The brawler waited patiently for Sabre to take her place behind her on the bike and once her arms wrapped her waist they were ready to go. Sarah noted that the cavegirl's grip around her was already pretty strong. There was powerr in her scantly clad form. Power that Sarah could certainly make use of.

"Hang on tight now," Sarah called behind her, revving the engine louder and louder with the handles. "Cause I am not the most careful of drivers." That was the only warning Sabre would get before Sarah would take off with a roaring start, going at near full speed right away. She hopped the curb of the parking lot and went straight into incoming traffic to beeping horns and screeching tires before she took off down the pavement towards home.

Sabre’s heart was in her mouth as Sarah fired the bike straight into the oncoming traffic. The cave girl was rigid with adrenaline as they screamed recklessly down the road, her eyes wide as the wind whipped around her near-naked body. A couple of initial near misses made Sabre jump, her already tight grip on Sarah squeezing even harder, her hands now cold and clammy. She wanted to whimper in terror, but was too proud, though a little while into the ride her fear started to subside a bit as she started to master it. Sabre would press her face into Sarah’s leather-clad shoulder, pouring her trust into the undoubtedly brave redhead’s ability. She would still cast nervous glances down at the road, all too aware that if she fell, she would be ripped to shreds. She just prayed it would be a short trip to Sarah’s place.