Part 1 here: https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/s/vIQpZuZRu3

Julia steps decisively up to the door and pushed the heavy, intricate key into the matching lock. V steps up next to her and places a hand on her shoulder, and James does similarly on her other other shoulder. After a deep breath and a shared grin between us all, Julia turns the key and pushes the heavy, dark door open away from us.

Four ball-gagged slaves, two men and two women, are bound facing each other in the centre of the room, surrounding a cage of sorts. Slim chains run from dozens, maybe hundreds of clips, piercings, clothes pegs, chastity devices and clamps attached to various parts of the bodies of the unfortunates, up through a long tube and over a circular frame suspended above them.

The other ends of the chains hang at various heights around the room, each one marked with a small circular tag engraved with a two digit code. The dim light, opaque tube and sheer number of chains made it impossible to trace which chain ended up where.

James steps forward first, grasped a chain at random and pulled downwards. Instantly, one of the tied slaves groans as the chain pulled hard on his left nipple, drool seeping around his gag and making its way down between the clothes pegs and piercings on his chest.

V was next to step up, grabbing two chains and tugging perhaps a little gentler than James did. One clothes peg snapped immediately off the curviest woman's stomach, and she breathed hard through her nose. The other was attached to the slimmer female slave, who bucked and shuddered as the chain ran through a thick ring connected to her clit piercing, and terminated at one of four spring-loaded catches on the contraption between the slaves.

V caught on without hesitation, tugging again at the chain connected to the bolt, grinning at the repeated squirming and air-humping of the slave on the other end. "I'm not sure why, but I really like this particular chain…"

"What's the code on that one?" asks James

"OD", reads V, "I wonder what that means? Maybe we need to find another one before we can figure out the code."

"Sounds good to me!" says Julia, and grabs two or three chains at random. More pegs pop off nipples and a chastity cage bobs up and down in response.

In moments, groans and squeaks fill the room as the four or us start enthusiastically pulling on hanging chains all around the room. Clothes pegs fly, pierced nipples stretch and clover clamps pull painfully tight on pale skin.

Then there's another click of a spring-loaded catch, and we all freeze to figure out which chain triggered it.

V pulls again on her last chain, a clothes peg now dangling in mid-air. Julia tugs, and one slave nods as the chain pulls his ballgag forward.

My turn then, and we watch the chain pull slowly through a loop on the end of a chastity cage, making the slave moan and whimper while easing out the catch. It becomes clear that each of the catches will need to be released simultaneously.

"SL. That's the code on this one," I announce. No solution seems obvious, and we resume our chain pulling, a little more methodically.

Moments later, V finds another, running through a loop on the curvy slave's collar, this one tagged with "UT".

"GOOD SLUT," announce V and Julia excitedly together, "That's what Goddess always says when she releases us!" Deep blushes rise in both their cheeks as they realise the depth and similarity of their shared experience.

"Fuck," says Julia, "Ok let's focus. The last chain must have GO on it".

We don't need to pull each chain now, though the temptation to inflict more pain gets the better of each of us as we search carefully for the last chain.

Finally it's there in front of me, and when I tug on it the final slave groans in response. His nipples stretch painfully as the chain pulls through a loop connected to each one, but the catch finally releases.

The others rush to the rest of the chains, and in after a countdown we pull together.

3 - 2 - 1 - pullllll

Slaves moan and squirm in pain, and one by one the catches ease free, then the lid of the container pops up, releasing a metal ball to roll down a ramp to V's feet.

She swipes it up off the floor, reading the words "GOOD SLUT" engraved on the outside. She beams, conditioned to find pleasure in the phrase.

Turning it over in her hands, she finds two buttons on opposite sides. Pushing on each one with a thumb, the ball seems to pivot open slightly before springing back into place.

V grits her teeth and pushes harder, and suddenly the ball springs open, releasing another key to bounce on the floor but as she tries to put the ball down she soon realises that the mechanism has clamped shut, trapping her thumbs together in each side of the gadget.

Julia scoops up the key from the floor while I try to release the finger trap, but of course there’s no way out unless the Goddess wishes there to be.

I look into V’s dark eyes, and we kiss deeply. It’s not her first time being restrained by the Goddess, and we’re both excited for what happens next.

We break the kiss and look over to Julia and James, ready to open the next door.