Governor Jenkins tipped back his head and laughed. Carmel was relieved that he had enjoyed the evening. He had not tasted any of The Foundation's wares, but there would be a few special deliveries to Austin in the coming weeks, and Carmel had promised Mrs Jenkins a visit from Ramon. There was every chance now that the prisoners would be viewed as the exclusive property of The Foundation, and the rules on allowing prisoners out of The Foundation grounds would be eased. The Governor had already promised the state's support for the cable channel that was due to begin broadcasting within the next three months.
"I can keep The Religious Right off your back. I know enough about Reverend Houseman to keep him quiet. Let's just say that in some brothels in west Texas he's known as 'Reverend Horseman' and that's not down to his riding skills."
The Governor left shortly after eleven, because a breakfast meeting in Austin with a party of oil magnates required his presence. Carmel saw him to his limousine and the evening ended with a polite kiss and the promise of a dinner invitation to the Governor's Mansion. The Senator was still lingered by the table serving as a bar when Carmel returned. He had been slightly distracted by Rosa's second dose of electric torture, but now he was examining the whores on offer by the far wall before taking his selection to the hospitality suites in the prison garden. He looked across to the stage flooded in light.
"Your boy is giving her a terrific pounding. You must enjoy your time with him, even if he is as thick as a short plank." Rosa did not alert the Senator to his mistake about Ramon's intelligence, only smiling in reply. "Your dreams have come true," Simpson commented with a wave of the hand to encompass the entire Foundation. "You own the best whorehouse in Texas."
"Senator, I can assure you. This is only the beginning. My dreams would make your head spin, and I intend to turn my ... ambitions into reality. Pay attention over the next few years and you will see what I can accomplish. Trust me, Senator, this really is only the beginning."
The Senator made his choice from the array of naked flesh and departed, leaving Carmel by the tables. She organised the collection of the used cups and plates and considered watching Ramon perform, especially as he would be violating that loathsome Ortiz. However, as she knew that Tanya was likely to be employing her cane, she chose not to watch. She knew that Ramon did not like her to watch him performing with other women, so she returned to her office, though it was after eleven, to examine the contracts with the cable providers for her the next phase in her grand project.
By midnight the crowd had thinned to no more than thirty guests, and almost all of those remaining were concerned for their wagers. A few of the audience called out for Ramon to make a greater effort, having placed bets on his victory over the lesbian. Tanya took out her cane and administered a beating to Ramon's buttocks, provoking a spate of frantic thrusts that displaced Rosa from the bar once more.
The third 'tremor' lasted more than three minutes, drawing critical shouts from 'Team Cindy' members. Rosa was on her knees after her third dose, and for a moment Tanya thought that the task was done. However, the prisoner rose gingerly to her feet and the chains were once more removed. She stood, breathing deeply from her ordeal until Tanya caned her buttocks to bring her back to the bar.
The fourth attempt to ease her grip on the bar took more than forty minutes, and some of Rosa's supporters had come to believe that their winnings were safe. There was a faint groan from the prisoner as she lay for a moment on the floorboards before rising to be placed once more into the costume. She stared up to the ceiling, as if sensing that this was to be the final violation. Tanya thought she looked calm, as if relieved that her end had come.
However, the fourth dose, though sending the scent of fried skin into the cooling night air, failed to terminate Rosa. Soon afterwards it was clear that it was Ramon who appeared to be waning. His constant shoves had produced two ejaculations, and his cock remained fully erect, but he was sweating profusely onto the floorboards and his knees buckled more than once as he tried to wrest the former sheriff from her rail.
The hourglass was almost half empty as the last of the tables were cleared from the hall and the catering crew collected the cups. The last hardy revellers remained, awaiting the fate of their stake and offering the occasional shout to the violated or the violator. There were no more than ten minutes worth of sand in the upper chamber when Ramon collapsed to his knees and rolled away from the splayed woman. Tanya's cane managed to raise him to his feet, but he could barely manage to penetrate his opponent's anus. The contest was over, and Rosa had emerged the victor.
The gamblers insisted upon Rosa remaining in position until the last grains had left the glass, but Ramon had already been taken away, his backside and back ripped by Tanya's cane. Tanya could not hide her fury as the hourglass finally emptied and the dozen remaining spectators exchanged banknotes and name cards. The night ended with a bout of handshakes followed by a round of applause for the victor, who rose from her squat to stand, covered in sweat, before her audience wearing a triumphant smile.
Tanya ordered Rosa to return to the rail and administered a savage caning, commanding her to offer thanks for every stroke. The handful of stragglers left Tanya to her cruel retribution so that Tanya and Rosa were alone in the large hall by the time her arm was too sore to continue the beating. She ordered Rosa to stand while she fastened the neck and elbow braces and led her through the silent prison to her cold and dark cell.
