Derek's castle

Derek had been slowly freaking out for days. Wondering who the hell this mommy was and when she would strike. The reveal of what appeared to be a dominatrix for the twins shocked him not because it was unheard of.

He did work in Hollywood, but because she had allowed him to touch what was hers, which didn't happen, especially not to guys like Derek. So this all but confirmed this has been a setup from the word go.

Though who was behind it was up in the air. The dominatrix, Disney, or even some activist group who wanted any new successful white directors out of the industry yesterday and just a third of what he had been up to with Twin would do it. Hell, the state he lived in was so eager to be seen as pro-Black they would probably throw him in jail for life as a public stunt for God's sake.

Just as Derek began to think about fleeing to the other coastline, he got a text from the twins momma telling him that it wasn't what he thought and she wanted to meet at an old castle set to explain. Derek thought on the meetup and agreed because he needed to be sure before making any decisions, and he had worked on that particular set when they were making the movie.

It was some crappy remake of King Arthur's Camelot that had bombed because they decided the entire cast needed to be Black and switched most of Camelot's lore for some weird African crap that made no sense. The diversity hire in charge also blew the budget on stupid stuff he didn't use in the movie, like an escape tunnel in the throne room.

So if Momma and the twins try and pull something, Derek has a quick escape route. So Derek agreed, and late in the afternoon he arrived on the old abandoned set and made his way to the throne room to find the twins chained next to the throne and Kirsten Wilson in a fancy dress from the Twitches movie approaching him.

"Come, your Highness, sit upon your throne, enjoy the show, and enjoy the refreshments." Kristen said as she guided Derek to the throne. Once Derek was seated, Kristen clapped her hands, and the twins got up. Both were naked except for the collars around their necks, keeping them chained to the floor.

Kristen hands the twins a bottle of wine, which the two began to pour on each other's tits and then began to lick the wine off each other. Kirsten walks over to the throne and sits down on Derek's dick, making sure to grind her ass into his bulge.

"As you can see, your highness, our subservience to you is our first priority." Kirsten told Derek, making sure to grind her ass into his bulge for extra emphasis. Derek just took a moment to take it all in and enjoy the twin shows as well as Kirsten dry humping him.

"Well, it seems obvious from where I'm sitting, but I'm guessing your momma then." Derek asked, trying to confirm what seemed to be obvious but wanting to be sure all the same.

"Yes, I am, but I can be whatever you want me to be. You're my clear better, and what this monkey-infested place has needed for years." … Kristen said lust and submissiveness oozing from her voice. "In fact, I brought something to show your station." Kristen said as she pulled out the whip from the twin last training session and a prop golden crown from the failed Camelot remake.

"Here, this is what the monkeys took from the true inheritors; it's only right it be given to someone worthy." Kirsten said as she put the crown on Derek's head. "You'll also need this to keep the apes in line." Kristen added as she put the whip in Derek's hand.

"So you've put a crown atop my head, a whip in my hand, and sat me upon a pretend throne. What exactly is your plan?" Derek asked Kristen, wondering where she was going with this.

"Simple, my king, you can rule this castle. You see, the stupid monkeys who had this set built for their fuck-up of a movie remake also somehow got it made a historical site as far as Disney was concerned. So it wouldn't be too hard for me and the twins to convince them to fork it over, you know, hand it to its true Black owners and that bullshit." Kristen whispered into Derek's ear as she nibbled on his neck.

"Once we have it. We will turn it over to you. Now imagine your own special castle where all of Disney's Black actresses go to kiss your cock and show whose monkey sluts they all belong to. Because the idiot building this castle for the movie decided that instead of an empty room with just a few props to be the dungeon, he instead had a fully functioning one built instead." Kristen whispered, still leaving hickeys on Derek's neck.

"So I get a dungeon to break in all my darkie sluts with you and the twins helping me." Derek was surprised at the scope Kirsten had planned. As while the fact that with her plan was apparently to make him one of the big and powerful within Hollywood.

"Yes, soon, once you have me and these dumb monkey sluts in a few more of your hit movies. The other actresses will come running, wanting to be a part of the new hit sensation, and once they're in, there's no way out." Kristen said with a dark tone, giving you a cold shiver at what you thought was a threat at the end.

"So, your Highness, would you please help me drag these two dumb monkey sluts to the dungeon?" Kristen said with a lustful excitement in her voice as Derek looked deep into her eyes and saw the madness, the mad lust, that lurked there.