The Ambassador's Accidental Marriage (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (2 page)

Bewildered, Cindy opened her mouth to speak, but the woman cut her off.

“We don’t have time. Clothes off. Please, they are waiting.”

Unwilling to upset what was essentially a bride’s special day, Cindy ground her teeth together and undid the fastenings on her travel clothes. She stood before the woman wearing a bra and panties until the woman gave her what in human terms would be an exasperated look. Quickly taking what she hoped was the hint, Cindy dropped the underwear as well.

As soon as the woman saw Cindy naked, she opened the door to where the other women had disappeared and yelled loudly, “I need the bath also. Hurry!”

A little annoyed at the woman’s apparent attack on her personal hygiene, Cindy tried to discreetly sniff her own armpits. Nope, not her. Whatever the woman found offensive, Cindy was at least assured it wasn’t a lack of antiperspirant on her part.

The servant women once again rushed into the room, this time with a lightweight-looking tub and several large bottles of a red liquid. It seemed very much like they planned to disinfect her. Cindy wanted to protest, but it was only her many years of training that stayed her tongue. She was on a mission that could improve this planet’s relationship with Earth. If her taking a bath in red antiseptic was what it took, then she’d gladly pay the price.

It wasn’t until she was in the water-like substance that she started to wonder just exactly what the red stuff might do to her skin. But when one of the servant women held the hair on her head well away from the water and warned her not to get her head wet, Cindy began to suspect what the red stuff was truly for.

As they helped her out of the bath a moment later, Cindy was pleasantly surprised to find all of the hair from her armpits to her toes had been removed.

“Wow, I could use some of that back home.”

“No need. Permanent,” one of the women said absently.

Okay.
It would have been nice to be consulted before having all of her pubic hair removed permanently, but Cindy tried to focus on the advantages. It didn’t help. Rage swept through her mind, and she had to clamp her lips shut to refrain from telling them all how she felt. She was so busy trying to unlock her jaw that she nearly missed the next step in the process.

The women left, and a moment later the man from earlier entered the room with a very beautiful woman beside him. Naked was not how Cindy usually introduced herself, but with limited choices she decided to brazen it out, rather than draw attention to her unclothed state.

The couple was dressed very formally. The woman was beautiful and judging by the way the man watched her seemed to be rather important. Perhaps this was the bride and groom. Although, their next actions confused Cindy considerably.

Without even introducing themselves, they lifted her onto a padded bed similar to the massage benches at her beauty salon back home. They arranged her face down and set to work smoothing a cool lotion all over her heated skin. The movement of their warm hands was quite relaxing, and it wasn’t until a large finger dipped into the crack between her ass cheeks that she found it in herself to protest.

“Whoa.” The word slipped out before she could really find a diplomatic way to say,
Get your hand out of my butt
. The man laughed quietly—a sound she hadn’t been expecting on this planet—and finished smoothing the lotion between her cheeks. He then easily flipped her over, and he and the woman started the same on her front. This time, at least, Cindy had the foresight to cover her breasts with one arm and her recently denuded pussy with the other. To hell with diplomacy, this situation was making her very uncomfortable.

“My apologies, Earth Ambassador Cindy Richards,” the woman said with a serious but friendly-looking, closed-mouth smile. “But the lotion must be applied in all areas that the liquid touched.”

“Oh,” Cindy said, trying to balance her own needs with that of the mission.

“Perhaps,” the man said in a deep voice, “Earth Ambassador Cindy Richards would be more comfortable applying the lotion herself.”

“Yes,” Cindy said, nodding enthusiastically. Both of them grinned, showing their teeth, but Cindy was certain it was in amusement and not in offense. Perhaps the information she’d been given on this planet wasn’t as accurate as she’d been willing to believe.

Without actually removing Cindy’s hands from their strategic placement, the woman managed to pour some of the lotion into her palms. Then, with what seemed to be barely restrained amusement, they turned their backs as she massaged it into her private areas.

“Just one warning, Earth Ambassador Cindy Richards,” the woman said in a kind voice, “the lotion must be thoroughly applied to all of the skin that was touched by the liquid. That includes between all of the beautiful folds between your legs.”

Trying to sound official and diplomatic was a little difficult when she was essentially massaging her breasts and her clit, so Cindy nodded and whispered the word, “Okay.” She bit back the moan threatening to escape as her fingers slid over the suddenly hypersensitive skin of her pussy. Twice more they filled her palms with the cool lotion, insisting that she be certain to coat every part of her body very thoroughly.

By the time Cindy was finished to their satisfaction she was on the verge of orgasm. Panting hard and trying to hide her arousal, Cindy moved her hands to cover herself again as the man and woman turned back to face her.

They both smiled and then surprised her by leaning in and each pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“You are adorable, Earth Ambassador Cindy Richards. I’m glad you are the one they sent.”

Before Cindy could come up with an appropriately diplomatic response the couple left the room, and she was once again surrounded by women fussing over her. They led her to a chair, and one woman started on her hair while two others grabbed her hands and started painting intricate patterns over her skin with what Cindy hoped was a nonpermanent cobalt-blue ink.

In her heightened state of arousal, and very aware that she was still naked, Cindy tried valiantly to keep her wits about her, but even just having her hair brushed seemed to wind her desire tighter. She was almost relieved when the woman finally twisted her long hair into an elegant braid and piled it onto the top of her head. The women then encouraged her to lie back on the table once more.

The first soft touch of a paintbrush against her breast had her moaning rather loudly. The older woman smiled and patted Cindy’s arm as if she were quite pleased by the noise. Frantically searching her brain for any hint of why they would find her obvious arousal appealing, Cindy damn near leapt off the bed when the brush slid over her swollen mound.

“Shit!” she managed to pant out in a most undiplomatic outburst. Cindy tried to sit up, but two of the women held her still with surprising strength. The third continued to paint the intricate design over her recently denuded flesh, ensuring that her arousal climbed even higher. Gasping for air, determined to hide just how much the gentle touch was affecting her, Cindy almost burst into tears when the sensual torture ceased.

The women helped her roll over and then painted several more designs on her back, bottom, and legs. When the older woman finally prompted her to stand up, Cindy was surprised to find the room empty except for the two of them.

“We have little time,” she said as she lifted a gossamer-thin, see-through material over Cindy’s head and arranged it to her liking. She stood back to check her handiwork, adjusted the material slightly—there wasn’t enough of it to call it a dress—and then nodded her approval. “You are very beautiful, Earth Ambassador Cindy Richards. The master and mistress will be pleased that you were chosen to be…What is it your people call it? A bridessss mead?”

“Bridesmaid,” Cindy answered absently, still fighting the incredible arousal that seemed to be growing even though nobody was touching her any longer.

“I know you will be happy here,” the older woman said. “The ceremony starts a few minutes from now. Somebody will be along shortly to escort you.” The woman left before Cindy could confirm how long a few minutes was on this planet. The trouble with the translator in her ear was that in the cases of time and distance the words were translated to the standard human language but without reference to the planet’s specific time frames. All of the planets had different sizes, rotation speeds, and orbital arcs, so a minute on one planet could literally be the equivalent of ten Earth minutes or even several hours.

Fortunately for Cindy, a few minutes turned out to be a rather short time. It didn’t help that she spent most of that time wondering if it was safe to masturbate away her ridiculous and inconveniently timed horniness. So by the time the guards came back to escort her to the ceremony she was barely aware of her practically naked state.

She was aware, however, of her swollen sex and how every step pressed against her hypersensitive clit. Hell, what the fuck was wrong with her?

She didn’t even realize they’d arrived at the ceremony until a strange language came through her translator. She tapped the tiny disc in her ear as irritation ran through her. The last thing she needed was for her only means of understanding the language of this planet to go on the fritz. The nearest guard leaned over and whispered, “The ceremony is said in an ancient dialect. I doubt your translator knows it.”

She bit back the curse words that were on her tongue and nodded her thanks instead. So far just about everything in the information provided by the IGAC mission outline had been incorrect. When she got home, somebody was going to get yelled at—big-time! How the hell did they expect to further diplomatic contact with far-off planets if they couldn’t get at least a few details right?

“…Earth Ambassador Cindy Richards” came through her translator a moment before the guards in front of her stepped to the side, and she finally got a look at the front part of room they were in. It seemed quite small for what was essentially a royal wedding, but Cindy hid her curiosity behind a friendly smile. She still managed to hide her teeth, just in case that part of the report was correct.

The man and woman she’d seen earlier—the two who’d coated her in lotion—stepped into the semicircle of guards and stood either side of her. They were nearly as naked as she was. The woman wore a see-through covering almost identical to Cindy’s own, and the man only had his genitals covered with a soft-looking cloth. If they were anything like humans, Cindy would guess that they were as turned on as her.

Cindy smiled as the groom turned to the bride and kissed her passionately, but gasped in surprise as he lifted the bride’s gossamer thin gown to touch her intimately. Cindy tried desperately to hold on to her diplomatic training, but as aroused as she was already the sensual display was definitely not helping.

In front of everyone the bride unfastened the material that rode low on the groom’s hips and curled her fingers around his rather impressive erection. Even as they caressed each other, the bride and groom both reached for her, pulling her into their little circle, touching, kissing, moaning, obviously enjoying themselves.

The bride hugged Cindy to her, gasping with pleasure as the groom lifted her slightly and thrust his hard cock straight into her pussy from behind. The groom fucked her joyously as his bride kissed Cindy. Overwhelmed by sensation, both intrigued and slightly embarrassed by her unexpected inclusion in their rather public fucking, Cindy held the woman and caressed her gently. She’d been involved in some rather intricate and intimidating ceremonies before, but this wedding certainly topped even her strangest encounters.

The bride whispered in Cindy’s ear, but the words failed to translate as the woman shattered into orgasm a moment later. Groaning, the man fucked her even faster, pushing her harder against Cindy even as he seemed to be trying to hold them both to him. He groaned as well and then pressed a kiss to Cindy’s lips over his wife’s shoulder. Both the bride and groom breathed heavily for a moment, and then almost as one drew back slightly to smile at her.

When the bride moved to the left so that the man could wrap his arms more fully around Cindy, pull her close, and press a passionate, drugging kiss to her lips, Cindy knew she was in definite trouble. As horny as she felt she was likely to drag him closer and beg him to fuck her, too, his wife and their audience be damned. But the woman was already touching her, caressing Cindy’s oversensitized flesh. She shocked herself by moaning in appreciation.

Embarrassed by her own reactions, Cindy pulled away, jumping in fright when both the bride and groom looked startled and moved to hold her more tightly.

The words, “What the fuck?” escaped her lips before she could censor them.

“Earth Ambassador Cindy Richards,” the man whispered in her ear, “you appear to be upset. Did you not know of this part of the ceremony?”

“This is part of the ceremony?” she asked in a voice too high and too hoarse to be normal.

“Do humans prefer to consummate the relationship in private?”

“What?” she yelped, even though she was trying to whisper.
Consummate?
What the hell had she’d gotten in to? Bridesmaids did not fuck at the wedding. Well some did, she thought with a hysterical giggle, but they sure as shit didn’t do it with the bride and groom in the church in front of the guests.

“Perhaps,” the woman said, her hand caressing Cindy’s back in soothing circles, “we need to speak to our chattel in private.”