She gets help... for a price.

Garkon, Lord of Urguntall, blinked in shock as his latest submissive toy turned and ran for her life. As a demon Garkon had more than his share of the sin of pride, and deep down couldn't really believe that humans didn't WANT to be his slaves. It took him a moment to react and order pursuit, a delay that gave Krystal an absolutely vital head start.

She ran through the corridors and caverns of this hellish place, turning almost at random when she came to intersections or branching tunnels. She didn't know where she was anyway, so why worry about being lost? Behind her she could hear the howls and snarls of demons sent to track her.

She managed to keep ahead of them, but knew she couldn't keep this pace up forever. How long had she been running? Minutes? Hours? Weeks? This place did strange things to time perspective. All Krystal knew for sure was that she was slowing down and would have to stop and rest soon. Did demons even get tired?

One thing they did get -- closer. Krystal made a sharp right, then another. Maybe doubling back would throw them...

Dead end. No time to double back, that would just bring her to the monsters baying for her blood. Krystal collapsed in despair. She'd feared this would happen sooner or later. The howls got louder as the creatures turned that first right... then quieter as they kept going. She sobbed in relief.

"Not very bright, are they?"

Krystal looked up to see a woman standing over her -- no, a demoness. The demoness stood well over 6 feet tall, with jet-black skin and a beautiful high-cheekboned face topped by flame-red hair. Or maybe her hair actually was fire. Hard to tell. Bat-like wings, also black but veined with deep purple, folded and unfolded behind her. Her breasts were massive but ridiculously high and firm, with large bright red nipples. A long, muscular tail twitched behind her. She wore only a pair of bright red shorts with two glowing white buttons. Krystal started to laugh hysterically -- she'd been rescued by a monster who dressed like Mickey Fucking Mouse.

The demoness waited until Krystal calmed down a bit. "A simple illusion spell sent those idiots off in the wrong direction," she said. "Dork-on is always **** humans for his harem. He can't satisfy a tenth of them, but anything that strokes his ego..." She spat in contempt.

"Who are you?" asked Krystal.

"I am Adijah, General of the Army of Infernal Renewal," the demoness replied.

"Th-thanks for saving me, Adijah," Krystal said.

"That's General to you," the demoness replied. "And you're not safe yet, girl. Even if Gorkon's goons don't catch you, there are other demons who'd love to get their appendages on fresh meat."

"Sorry, General," Krystal said. "So what do I do now?"

"You could take service with me," Adijah replied. Her voice took on a smoky, sultry tone. "I think you've got JUST the sort of talents I can use."