The AIR is trying to rescue some humans.

Much as Krystal would have loved to spend the rest of the day sexing up the red-skinned demoness, life in the Army of Infernal Renewal was more than just an endless string of orgasms. It was time to fight.

An oval hole appeared in the fabric of reality and General Adijah stepped through accompanied by a dozen heavily armed women in chainmail bikinis. A demoness in a tiger-striped bikini stepped through behind them and the oval shrank out of existence. Except for the small horns sticking through her purple hair and the fact that she floated about six inches above the ground, she could pass for human.

"Sergeant Mindy," said the purple-haired woman, and an innocent-looking schoolgirl with a crossbow across her back stepped forward and saluted. "Grab three recruits you think are ready for action and form up. We're hitting Bhlegoth tonight."

The grin on Mindy's face made her look about as sweet an innocent as a pirrhanna. "Yes, MA'AM!" Mindy had been Bhlegoth's **** until Adijah rescued and recruited her -- she wanted ****. "Astrid! Moab! Spike! Play time's over. Time for the real thing." The red-skinned demon Krystal wanted to be in bed with stepped forward, followed by an Arab-looking woman with lustrous black hair and eyes the color of flame and a punked-out heavily tattooed vampiress. Remembering Adijah's instructions, Krystal hurried to join them.

Mindy passed out chainmail bikinis to the other demonesses while Astrid handed out swords and spears. Krystal took a sword identical to the one she'd practiced with, except that the blade was a strange slightly glowing orange metal.

"What is this?" she asked.

"Orichalcum," Astrid replied. "A magical alloy -- don't expect me to explain how it works, it's physically impossible. All you need to know is that it hurts demons like steel does mortals."

"These outfits don't seem to offer a lot of protection," Krystal added. "We look hot, but shouldn't we have something that, you know, protects the vital organs?"

"It's more symbolic than anything else," Mindy assured her. "More mystical than physical. You're warded head to toe, though a strong blow can still get through." Krystal shrugged and hoped Mindy was right.

Once the new recruits were equipped Adijah opened another portal and led the raiders through to a cavern glowing with foul-smelling lichen. "Captain Plum, take one squad into the stalactites. I'll screen the other with an illusion spell. We take the guards in a crossfire, then close in for the kill. I want the guards dead and the slaves back in this camp in less than ten minutes. No stand-up fights, not with less than twenty warriors." The purple-haired demoness saluted and led off half the women.

Minutes later a column of sobbing Asian girls in torn school uniforms staggered into the cavern, driven forward by half a dozen monsters. Krystal had never seen anything like them. Their bodies looked vaguely slug-like, but they had dozens of eye stalks along their bodies and multiple tentacles, some of which they used as whips to drive the humans forward. Their skins were a mottled green-gray, and the stench that wafted from them made the cavern's lichen seem like cinnamon and roses by comparison.

Adijah made a gesture and the air between the **** caravan and the demonesses shimmered. The bikini-clad warriors fired their crossbows, and simultaneously another volley from the stalactites struck the beasts. Not a shot missed, but though every monster was hit, some of them three or four times, none of the beasts went down. Tossing their bows aside, the succubi charged.

"Airheads!" one of the beasts bellowed, as the monsters circled up to receive the charge.

Clutching her sword and praying to a god she was fairly certain no longer had any interest in protecting her, Krystal followed her general into battle. A tentacle reached out for her...