Filled With Gold To The Brim

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A request for my favourite 915712058e
Took me a long time but I hope it was worth it
This is NSFW
A continuation of the: Like A Mouse In A Golden Trap, where a tiny reader has to escape the watchers
Involves: Heavy Smut, Degradation, Cumflation, Rough Sex, Orgy, Threats and much more
That one is really heavy on the NSFW part
Enjoy!!!
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So you quickly found out that you couldn't escape from the golden mansion, at least not for now. The place you were spending most of your time of day in the special area, secluded for you, which was almost a perfect replica of your own house, back when you were alive. It had to be created by a skilled craftsman, maybe even with the use of magic. Well, you suspected it most likely was created by some kind of magic either way. Perhaps the same magic that made you so small in comparison to the golden men.

Speaking of them, you learned more about them the more you stayed with them. You learned their names. You knew their personalities. You knew which ones posed the biggest threat to you, although none of them could be considered safe. But some were worse than others.

The leader was named Napoleon. You thought it was quite ironic but you never questioned it. Or at least not openly, knowing this would probably end with being torn apart, eaten alive or god knows what they could do if you even dared to mock any of them. He was the one that spoke to you the most.

Usually they would just communicate in some strange dialect, which you suspected was not even similar to any language known amongst humans. But occasionally some of them talk to you in your own language. Usually when they wanted to have some fun. Right, the topic of fun. They seemed to be satisfied by watching you struggle, by threatening you, and even toying with you, in some weird variations of the game of cat and mouse.

And today you decided that you might want to try to explore the mansion more. So you left your safe space that was your miniature dollhouse and went ahead to explore. You were allowed to wander through the mansion, and the men seemed to not mind it in the slightest apart from one rule: don't go to the door on the left on the second floor. Well you wanted to see what was there, your curiosity was far too great. What could possibly be behind that door...you had to see for yourself.

With your size being smaller than the gold watchers (that's how you heard them be called by some mortals), you could easily walk across the hallways silently. The stairs were a pretty hard challenge, but nothing you couldn't tackle. You managed to catch your breath after tackling the large steps and then you slid past the hallway, leading you to the god forsaken door.

Your hand reached for the door, trying to push it as hard as you could, but the golden frame didn't even move. The only thing you did was to accidentally land against the door, covering your shirt and hands with gold. Sometimes you wondered if the gold was really that staining or if the dust here was also golden. Either way, the door was locked. What a waste of your time...

You turned around, ready to leave, but instead being met with a golden hand, picking you up.
"I don't think you're going anywhere, miss." Said the watcher. You instantly knew who that was. You knew that damned voice too well. Stupid Napoleon.

"I wasn't doing anything." You tried to defend yourself, but the statue just cut you off.

"No. You know what you did, and I've had far enough of your attitude. Someone ought to teach you how to mind your manners here." He said, before using a key from his pocket to unlock the door that you were trying so desperately to get a peek into. There was a long hallway with a set of more doors along the whole length.

He opened the first one, revealing a really expensive looking bedroom, with a huge bed surrounded by a golden bedframe. Next to the door, on the wall was hanging a bell, which the watcher pulled on. The bell let out a pleasant melodic sound. You wondered what on earth was he doing...

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