Searching For Other Blaze

"The mistress..." Diana Reynolds huffed, the Loises not releasing their grips on her holes. "She, she wants to join her other self. The Blaze of this universe. Together, their power would be nearly unstoppable. But the Other Blaze is...hiding. We haven't been able to find her."

Lois and Other-Lois shared a look. They could tell what the other was thinking.

"So why are you prostituting yourself?" Lois asked.

"Oh, money," Diana said. She began to squirm, pushing her hips down as if to encourage their fingers to go deeper. "Mistress keeps us safe from pregnancy and STDs, and we get to have fun while we look for her other self."

"And what are you supposed to do if you find this Other Blaze?" Other Lois asked, slowly twisting her fingers in the young woman's pussy. Diana gasped, biting her lip, the slut moaning a little as the reporter squeezed in another finger.

"W-we report to the Mistress..."

"Where," Lois said grimly, pushing her fingers a little deeper in the whore's asshole. Diana's eyes opened wider. Almost in unison, Lois and Other Lois slid their fingers out...and then steepled them so that all five tips came to a point, and the hands shoved forward again.

"M-Misstress crosses b-back and forth between the worlds through the mirror...b-but her cult gathers t-tonight..." Diana's chest rose faster and faster as the twin reporters each attempted to shove their hands up their respective orifices.

"Sounds like we have a couple hours to prepare then," Other Lois said. "What do we do with our friend here? Can't leave her here."

"No, we can't," Lois admitted. "So Diana...how do you feel about being tied up?"