Author's note: Like the other Challenge stories, this takes place in the same year. If you read part 6, Bob was in Miami for a quick visit. This story begins during the same Miami trip.
There are a couple of cameos of minor characters from previous Challenge stories. Obviously the special resort in the Bahamas is here too.
Themes throughout this story include: aunt/nephew, uncle/niece, mom/son, and light father/daughter. When I say "light" I mean mentions of sex, alluding to it happening, cut scenes etc. I don't feel fully comfortable writing a dad/daughter themed story. So I have it taking place in the background of this one. Other themes include group sex and bondage, girl on girl, and femdom.
The final Challenge story (part 8) was written awhile back. It'll be posted soon.
Finally, any and all stories of mine which feature Fernanda as a minor character happen before the events of this story.
The Challenge 7: Fernanda's Turn
Chapter 1
One by one, the men took her, Bob watching from his seat in the corner. Senior, middle range managers, a few directors and vice presidents, even a couple of the new guys that were able to suck up to their bosses, were all in on it.
She was tied up, wrists and ankles bound to special rings that were installed to her new desk. She was standing, bent over, as man after man, 20 of them, fucked her, making sure to ejaculate in a wine glass on the desk.
After they all left, it was her and Bob. She nodded to him, he stood, removed his belt, smiling as he walked toward her helpless body.
She cried out from pain when the belt landed against her ass. Then Bob did it again, and again, and again. It hurt so good.
Bob fastened it loosely around her neck, moved behind her, unzipped his pants and took her for himself, tugging at the belt as he worked. When he was ready to cum a few moments later he pulled out, grabbed the wine glass and added his spunk to the mix.
He removed his belt from her neck, undid the ties, poured himself some wine in another glass and smiled at his employee.
"Congratulations on the promotion, Fernanda," He said, dinging his wine-filled glass with her cum-filled glass. Bob watched her drink the semen of 21 men like it was water, taking a few sips of his wine.
"No, thank you," she said. "For all of this, for indulging me."
"My pleasure," Bob smiled, taking the six foot tall, Puerto Rican in his arms. This was all her idea - being tied up, whipped, fucked like this on the day of her promotion. Hugging Bob, she loved every minute of it and knew that evening, during Bob's quick trip to Miami; she'd spend it in bed with him.
That evening at Bob's hotel, Fernanda was on all fours, urging her employer go harder, to go faster. Bob slapped her ass, still red from the earlier belt lashing, when he felt an increasingly frequent pain in his chest.
He pulled out of Fernanda, sitting on the side of the bed. "Bob? Are you ok?" She asked the older man, putting her arm around him.
"Yes. I'm fine, I," Bob had trouble breathing.
"Are you sure? Should I call 911?" Fernanda asked.
"No, no, it's fine," he answered, calming himself down. "Too much excitement," he joked.
Fernanda retrieved some water, Bob admiring her long legs, tall, light-brown body, long, black hair, and sizable handfuls of breasts.
"There. That better?" she asked.
"Yes. I'm ok now, just need to take it easy for a bit," Bob answer. The tightness in his chest subsided a moment later. He felt better, chuckling softly at Fernanda. She was so incredibly wild in bed. He wondered if the 36-year old was too much for him. Deep down, Bob knew the reasons for his chest pains.
"I need your help with something, Fernanda," Bob said lying back on his bed. Fernanda joined him, curling up in his arms, rubbing his belly.
"Anything."
"I want you to oversee a challenge to someone of your choosing," Bob said.
Fernanda thought for a second, wondering if it was pertaining to an employee or manager Bob needed to work harder. She figured Bob wanted her to motivate and challenge this person to meet certain goals within the company. She thought about that new hire, a photographer, a cute guy. "I wonder if it involves - " she thought.
"Sex. It involves sex," Bob said aloud, answering the question she was asking herself.
Fernanda giggled, "I see. Well what sort of challenge?"
"Fernanda," Bob sat up, sipping more of his water. "I'm going to honest with you."
"Sure, Bob, what is it?"
He looked into her brown eyes, not missing a beat and bluntly informed her. "I want you to challenge someone to commit incest. If they are successful, you will pay them $20 million dollars. You'll also be paid $20 million dollars."
Fernanda's mouth dropped open.
"You will handle everything. You will arrange everything. If this person needs money to buy gifts for their family member, to buy new clothes for themselves, or needs anything to help them seduce their family member - you will have the resources to make that happen, my resources. For proof, you can use a camera, the person can film it on their phone, or if you prefer, you can watch them commit the act in person."
"Bob?" Fernanda asked.
"Yes I'm serious. Yes I want you to do this. Yes I trust you enough to not to tell anyone. Yes this is all worth it in the end, but only if they are successful."
"Why me though? Why did you choose me?" she asked, in her thick accent.
"Because I know you. I know of your sexual adventures with me and others. I know how huge a role sex plays in your life. I want you to experience this, to see two family members come together in the ultimate way. You may think it's sick at first, but trust me, like I trust you."
Fernanda paused, staring off into space for a minute, a million thoughts running through her head. She sighed heavily. "I'll do it."
Chapter 2
The next morning she arrived home, having thought about her assigned challenge all morning. Fernanda shook her head in annoyance, her son, Jonny, wasn't home again. She knew exactly where he was.
Fernanda took a shower, deciding to call him and order home after it. Jonny was spending way too much time at his aunt's house. Fernanda found herself getting more and more annoyed by this. She knew why too, but was unable to admit it to herself.
Sitting naked on the edge of her bed, rubbing lotion onto her legs, she reached for her phone, calling her son.
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Claudia laughed at her nephew. He was flirting with her again, just like she instructed him too. He tickled her sides, held her hand, and complimented her.
"Now can I grab it?" Jonny asked.
"Ugh, patience!" Claudia smiled at him.
Jonny's phone rang. "Crap, it's mom," he said.
"You better answer it. Remember, you came over for breakfast. You didn't spend the night," his aunt reminded him.
"I know. Hey mom," Jonny answered. "Yep, we went out to breakfast. Sure I'm on my way. Later."
"Good. Now go home," Claudia said.
"Can I grab it though?" Jonny asked.
