Home again home again, friggity-frig

Krystal stepped through the portal... or rather, into it. She could see her apartment on the other side, but she couldn't quite cross over. She tried pulling back, but couldn't return to Hell either. She was caught, like a fly in amber.

"General," she moaned fearfully, "I can't move..."

"A security measure," Adijah replied. "The gate is tuned to your own orgasmic harmonic to prevent hijackings."

"So I have to--"

"Yes, you must masturbate to fully activate the gate. Anyone else who tries to use yours will be stuck, easy prey for my guards."

Krystal sighed in relief. THAT was a task she was comfortable with. She began to play with herself furiously, and as her orgasm built she felt the energy of the gate change, tuning itself to her. She added more fingers and pumped harder, tugging on her nipples and pinching herself with her other hand. At last she came. Her legs buckled and she fell forward into her apartment. The gate vanished behind her.

"She was telling the truth," Krystal said wonderingly. She'd pledged her body and soul to Adijah, but hadn't really trusted her completely. It was a relief to know that the General would unhesitatingly deceive others but seemed determined to do right by her own girls.

Krystal stood up shakily. Dizzy, she staggered over to a chair and fell heavily into it. The trip had been very draining. She needed to recharge. She needed sex, badly. "Well, that's what I'm here for," she reminded herself. "Time to get jiggy."

Of course, going out to a club and seducing some poor unsuspecting straight girl might not be easy. Men would be easy to seduce -- just say "yes" -- but women took more work. Krystal figured she'd have to start off easy. She began to consider different strategies, but before she could come up with any firm plans a knock on the door interrupted her.