Amber braced herself for the landing, but it was surprisingly gentle. There were no windows in the passenger cabin, but Amber knew they weren't missing much. It was dark outside, as dark as only lunar night on the far side could be. The seat harness signs were turned off, and a voice said: "You are now in Lunar gravity, please be careful and move slowly when you get up and leave this craft."

As soon as she rose from her bucket seat, Amber got the point. She was so light that she almost jumped hit the low ceiling. There were five other passengers on this flight, and now they were all making their way towards the docking port. After a short wait, they passed through the air lock. Amber turned and looked as the lock door slid shut behind them. One final glimpse of the passenger craft, her last link with Earth, safety, maybe even life.

With a hiss of pressurized air, the door to Lunar Sandy Park opened, and they stepped inside. Immediately, Amber could sense the difference. The transit base on Nearside which she had passed through to get here, had been functional, almost minimalist in appearance. Like most space habitats, it reflected the cost of transporting materials from Earth: Simpler and lighter was better.

Sandy Park, on the other hand, was a riot of colors and materials. The entrance hall was painted deep red, there were erotic pictures hanging on the wall and even a black leather couch along one wall. Leather! On the Moon! Another door opened, and a stern-looking woman walked in. From head to toe she was dressed in black latex, her eyes and mouth the only visible part of her anatomy.

"Greetings, slaves!" she said. "First, my name is Mistress. Call me by any other name, and you will pay a high price. Now I want you to strip naked and put your clothes on the couch. For the duration of this stay they will be stored with your luggage in an off-base location. You will have no access to either."

"Excuse me?" objected a slim brunette. "What was the point of bringing luggage if - "

A muscled young guy interrupted her tirade. "Shhh, Cindy. You knew this would be special. It's only for two weeks, remember?"

"But I did not expect to -"

"Do it for me, baby. Please. Anyway, there's nothing we can do now. We signed away our rights to come here, remember?"

Sniffling, Cindy stripped bare and soon they were all in a line, Mistress in front of them.

She smiled and said: "In legal terms the Moon is a no man's land, every base is governed by the laws in the country of registration. The transit base on Nearside is registered in the USA, so US law applies there. Where Sandy Park is registered is none of your concern, all you need to know is that legally, human rights don't exist here, slavery is legal and you all signed a two-week contract."

Amber felt a stirring in her crotch as she heard this, and could not help herself from touching her breasts. Mistress stopped in front of her. "You seem to like this...?"

"Amber, Mistress. I have dreamed of being a slave here for years, Mistress."

"If you continue to be a good girl you will get your wish. And more. This is how it works. From now on, you are all naked and ready to obey any order from me or any other employee here. If we order you to clean the toilets with your tongue, you do so. If we order you to hang yourself, same thing. If you are told by one of us to go out the airlock as you are now, you do so. Got it?"

"What?" Cindy was at it again. "You can't kill us!"

"Seriously?" Mistress' voice dripped with sarcasm. "You do know who this place is named after, right?"

"Sandy Wilkins," Cindy said. "Everyone knows -"

Mistress said: "Turn around, hands on your back. Now!"

Reluctantly, Cindy obeyed. With fast, practiced motions Mistress unhitched a pair of irons from her belt and cuffed Cindy's hands tightly together.

"So," Mistress said. "We all know what happened to her. You've all seen the movie. How she died having the most amazing orgasm ever, in front of the whole world. You all booked tickets to this place for that reason. You all want to experience that same high she went out on. Well, guess what? Sometimes it kills you. Some of you here may not be leaving."

From the same belt, Mistress got a black plastic bag and a rubber band. She pulled the bag over Cindy's head, followed by the rubber band. Then she stepped back.

"Hey, what...?" Cindy said. She could see nothing through the thick plastic, which ballooned around her head as she exhaled. "Dave, help me."

Her boyfriend looked at Mistress, who sent him a withering look.

"Looks like Dave knows his place here," Mistress said. "As you to will very soon, slave. Or else."

Cindy was breathing fast, and Amber knew what that meant. Her own years of experience with breath play had taught her that fast breathing brought on panic fast, usually within a minute.

Cindy started to twist and turn her head, as if trying to shake the bag off. A sure sign, Amber knew. Her breathing got shallower and faster as she tried to compensate for the lack of oxygen. "Please," she gasped. "I get it, just tell me what to do."

"You know what to do, and as soon as you do it your bag will be removed."

"Please," sobbed Cindy. "I will do anything! Please!"

She leaned forward, gasping and wheezing, frantically trying to free her hands. Then she collapsed on the floor. Dave couldn't take it anymore.

"For God's sake Cindy! Call her Mistress! Tell her that you are her slave!"

Cindy was on her back now, exposing the reason she was here in the first place. She had a magnificent cunt, which now swollen, red and glistening with excitement. Her nipples looked rock hard. Like Amber, Cindy was turned on by asphyxiation.

For a moment Amber thought she was too far gone, but then Cindy croaked: "Mistress, I am your slave. I will do... anything. Even die for you."

Mistress leaned down and pulled the bag off, then turned to Amber. "Give her the orgasm she craves," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," Amber said and sat down between Cindys slim thighs. She leaned forward, and was met by the musky scent of wet cunt. Using her tongue, she started low and licked and sucked her way upwards, until she hit the clit. It didn't take many flicks of her tongue before Cindy's hips started to buck and thrust, and she came with a mighty moan. As she did, a spray of warm fluid hit Amber square in the face. Cindy was squirter.

"Sorry," Cindy said. "I didn't mean to, Mistress."

"That is all right, slave. Just don't let this ever happen again."

Cindy was released from her bonds, and they proceeded through the door. Amber, face still dripping from Cindy's orgasm juices, gasped at the sight.

"This," Mistress said, "is where all the action takes place. The real Sandy Park."

That's exactly what it looks like, Amber thought. An indoor amusement park. Except that instead of slides and carousels and roller coasters, there were huge screens, racks and gyno chairs and steel beds and... Chains were hanging everywhere from the roof, as well as ropes. Thin ropes with nooses at the end. There were already other people at play in the hall, as far as Amber could tell at least half a dozen more.

"So this is how it works," Mistress said. "For the next two weeks, this hall will be your home. For hygienic reasons the bathrooms and canteen is through that door, but otherwise you spend all your time here. Playing, sleeping, fucking, whatever I and my fellow slave owners say. No sex unless we order you to. Got it?"

Everyone nodded, although there was one more question on Amber's mind. The biggest one, in fact. But she realized that it would have to wait. Mistress dismissed them with a wave of the hand: "Now, go explore for an hour, and I will put your little slave asses to work."

Amber had arrived alone, and decided to explore for herself. She walked slowly from station to station, watching the play. There was a girl hanging by her arms and legs, wide open and fucked hard by a guy. With the low gravity, Amber could see that there was less tension on the girl's limbs. She walked over to the girl, leaned in towards her pretty, sweaty face and asked: "How long have you been hanging here?"

"An hour, I think," the girl panted in reply. "You can take so much more here. You from the new crowd?"

Amber nodded.

"How do you like the air?" the girl asked as she bent her head backwards and grunted contentedly.

Amber took a deep breath. There was something about the air in here. A smell of sex, of course. Of leather and metal, and..." She took another breath, and it hit her. This was how air felt after a minute of bagging. Just at the cusp of asphyxia, when you could feel that tingling sensation of something being off.

"There's more CO2 in here," she said. The girl nodded. "You're doing breath play all the time here. Just look at you, you're already excited and you don't even notice it!"

She was right, Amber discovered. She let her hands slide down her body, past her full, firm breasts towards her crotch. God, she so wanted to come. Right in front of her there was a noose. Just hanging there. She peered along the thin, white rope. It disappeared into the darkness above her.

She approached it, carefully. Grabbed the silken material, tugged it hard. It did not give. Then, with trembling hands, she carefully pulled the noose over her head. Pulled it down around her neck, tightened it and made sure the knot was behind one ear.

Shit, that felt good! As her hands moved towards her cunt, she felt the rope twitch. Then a tug, and before she had time to remove it the noose she was pulled upwards. Oh God it's happening! she thought as she tiptoed, trying to keep her balance.

Now there was a booming man's voice from a hidden public address system: "Calling all slaves. We have our first hangee from the new shipment. Her name is Amber, she is 25 and from Wisconsin, USA and is a self professed rope nut. Please join her for her life and death struggle at noose number 5."

No, no, no, she thought. She didn't want an audience. She wasn't prepared. As a crowd gathered round she realized that it didn't matter. She was a slave, her owners had now decided to hang her and would decide her fate. If they wanted her to die and discard her body like a used tissue, then that is what would happen.

This was unlike any dominance and submission game she had ever played back home. There were no safe words here, nowhere to escape. There would be no last second rescue by police. Hell, hardly anyone even knew she had gone to the Moon. She felt so very helpless, and that turned her on in ways she had never felt before.

She saw Mistress approach, dangling the cuffs from her fingers. Oh, please yes! Amber thought. She turned towards Mistress, put out her hand and felt a jolt of joy as the cold metal embraced her wrists and snapped shut. Then she let the rope pull her off her feet and into ecstasy.

To be continued.

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This story is a continuation of my original story "First Hanging on the Moon", and was inspired by a comment to that story by the brilliant Alterkaockl here on DA. As the crappy editing software on DA does not let me link directly to his page or my first story, you will just have to search for them. Sorry!