"Or else what?"

Isabelle still didn't understand the dire consequences of becoming a DAALS ****. She blinked her eyes and looked lost and confused. "Or else what?" she asked.

"Or else I will beat it into you what it means to be a DAALS ****, you dumb White bitch!" Rita was losing her patience with the girl. She hooked a leash onto her collar, and gave it a tug. "This is your last chance. Let's go!"

The thought of getting beat for reasons she didn't understand scared Isabelle into submission. "All right. I'll go with you. But can I at least talk to Carmen, and let her know what happened?"

"Oh, she'll know what happened. I'm leaving her collar at the front desk. When she comes back, they will give it to her, and she will know."

Isabelle broke down in tears. "How can you do this to us? We were on our honeymoon. We were going to spend the rest of our lives together. This isn't fair. I didn't know!"

"Ignorance is no excuse. It is the law. You will call me Mistress Rita from now on." She gave Isabelle a more forceful tug.

Isabelle bowed her head in shame. "Yes, Mistress Rita."

Rita smiled at her, and caressed her face. "That's more like it child. You'll love your new home. It is a big villa with many rooms, and many servants like yourself. You will get used to it, and you will forget about Carmen. She should have never left you alone, without explaining everything to you. That is on her, and why she lost you. If she really loved you, she would have told you. Have you thought maybe she wanted to see you taken? You're from the States, right? Are you worth anything over there? Any insurance policies she can collect on?"

Isabelle suddenly came face to face with the truth. She was an heiress, and her estate was worth a tidy sum of money, somewhere around ten million dollars. Plus there were life insurance policies on her Carmen had taken out before their trip. Her confusion turned to absolute shock and dismay. "I can't believe it! She set me up, and sold me out!" She started to cry even harder. "I thought she really loved me!"

Rita's anger with her had subsided, and she started to feel sympathy for her. "It's not the first time this type of thing has happened. I am willing to bet Carmen's family here on the island is in a lot of financial trouble, and that's why she set you up."

Isabelle looked at her with tear stained, pleading eyes. "Will you please let me go? I promise to make things right. I'll even pay you whatever you want once I'm back in the States. I promise I'll send you a cashier's check for whatever you want."

"My dear, I am not in need of money. I am in need of slaves. I live a very comfortable life here on the island. But you do present me a big problem. You see, I am very interested in you. I want you for my own, and I will have you. But I cannot let this thing with Carmen go unpunished. I don't want you living with me as a victim with a broken heart." She stood there, deep in thought. Then it suddenly hit her. "We can fuck Carmen over real good!"

Isabelle perked up. "How?"

"You will sign everything over to me, and give me authority as your Mistress to oversee the affairs of your estate. Then Carmen will be in big trouble. She will probably end up as a **** herself. Or as hooker in some back alley bordello. Will you do it? It's the only way i can think of to even the score with her."