The Virgin's Energy

Sol and I drove up to the door of the secluded house, parking in front.

"I thought you said there'd be a lot of people here?" I asked Sol.

My friend, Sol, and I had been invited to the house of John Singer, her "energy teacher" as she put it. John was the head of the Lotus Center, a self-help group of sorts that had produced several famous artists, actors, and the like. Sol had been going to meetings for a year and had dragged me along to some too. We'd been spotted at the last open house and asked if we'd like to come to this smaller party. Sol thought it was because her energy, I thought it was because we'd been wearing tight dresses.

Sol rang the doorbell and the door swung open to reveal the party that was already going on inside. A valet took Sol's keys and we were offered glasses of champagne right away. Sol hooked her arm in mine and wandered deeper into the room.

With both of us at 22, we seemed to be the youngest people there. Also the poorest based on the diamonds being flashed around. Sol and I had barely taken ten steps when we were found by the host.

John Singer was a handsome man, tall and muscular like a statue. His hair was jet black, but flecked with bright silver hair. He could command a room but when he set his green eyes on yours, it was like just the two of you existed. I had seen him at some events, he had seen Sol and I, always together, but he'd never approached us.

He introduced himself and offered us more drinks. Sol and I laughed, downed our champagne, and took him up on the offer. By the end of the second drink I was feeling woozy, possibly not eating beforehand was a bad decision. I ended up sitting on the couch with John while Sol was led away with some movie star. John laid my legs across his lap, stroking them, up and down.

"May, do you have a secret?" He was asking me. "A secret no one here knows about you, besides maybe Sol."

"What kind of secret?" I smiled at him, playfully.

"I don't know, a secret kind of secret." He was playing with my hair, nearly leaning over me. "A kind of sexy secret."

I laughed. Though sheer awkwardness I had made it through college a virgin. I told John this and he laughed. He ran his fingers through my hair as the alcohol ran its course through me, making my limbs feel like lead. He leaned over and kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. He ran his hands up and down my back.

"We're all made of energy." He said, between moans and kisses. "We all have energy running through us. We need to channel it, push it, lift it. We need to combine our energy. We need to feed off each others energy."

All I knew was that I was kissing him with all my energy.

"You. You May. You have so much energy. So much restrained, untainted energy." He was lifting me up off the couch. I wrapped my hands around his neck to support myself, still kissing him. He held me tight, I felt secure as he carried me through the party. If I had been paying any attention, I would have realized that everyone was staring at us and following John outside.

It was a hot night outside and humid enough that you could start sweating just thinking about it. John led everyone out of his house and into the hot night. In his back yard was a patio with a slightly raised stage. The patio was large and covered in cushions. The stage was small and a day bed took up most of the room. Jutting upwards in front of the bed were two steel poles with a series of rings at different heights.

John laid me down on the day bed and continued to seduce me with his kisses. He kept saying stuff about how my energy was fabulous and abundant. He pulled my arms above my head and held my wrists as he straddled me, kissing me forcefully. John put pressure on my elbows, pinning them in place when I felt something on my wrists again.

I managed to look up to see two men attaching large, black cuffs to my wrists. I tried to break away from John's mouth to ask me what was going on, but he already had me back on my feet. He was standing me between to the two poles as the men flanked us. They pulled ropes though the highest loop and clipped them to my wrists. With a yank, my arms were pulled away from me and I was nearly standing on my tiptoes.

Tying the ropes off, the two men started their next task. As John held my face firmly with his two hands, the men were behind me with scissors, cutting my clothes off. Wearing a tight dress, they had to press the sharp implements close, daring me to squirm and get cut. I tried to yell for help, but John was keeping me in line, not that it mattered who heard me.

When he finally released me, I could take in the full scene: I was completely naked, tied to two poles, in front of dozens of people. The party was all outside and they looked they were ready for some action. Couples and larger groups were caressing each other. Full make-out sessions were happening. Bulges were appearing in the front of every pair of pants. John stood in front of me and began to take off his shirt.

I tried to tell him no, but my words came out slurred. What was in those glasses I'd been given? I thought. John had removed his shirt and stood shirtless in front of the crowd. He raised his hands for silence.

"We have here," He gestured at me. "an untainted, untapped source of energy. We will distribute her energy tonight. We will be filled by her as she is filled by us."

I tried again to yell, to put a stop to this energy business. My arms were getting sore from holding up my body. John's words were met with cheering from the crowd. He began to unbuckle his belt and the rest of the party followed his lead, stripping off their clothes.

With a flourish, John was wearing nothing at all. He turned to me, his dick rising from between his legs. He stroked my face then grabbed it, resuming his kissing. As his member rose, it began to poke me in the stomach. He took his face away from mine, looking at me, studying my face.

"Is it true? You're pure?" He asked me.

I tried to say something, to say that I'd never been with anyone before, that I didn't want my first time to be in front of a crowd with someone I'd only just met. John seemed to understand me, but didn't take my pleas to heart. He was just happy to share my purity with everyone at the party.

Behind him, everyone had stripped down. They waited for John to make his move. He moved his hands down my body, stopping at the hips. With one hand approaching from the front and the other from the back, he began to massage my womanhood. The front hand circled my clit while the back hand ran up and down my slit.

I tried my best to keep my legs closed, but it just felt too good. I squeezed my legs together with all my might, but I was just too weak compared to John. He was getting me going with this touching. I was almost there when he stopped. I whined and then blushed. I was letting this man get to me!

With a wave of his hand, John's two helpers moved back to the stage and attached my legs to the poles. They pulled them up so it looked like I was doing a squat in mid air. I swung back and forth as I tested my bonds.

John came back and I hung in front of him, being presented to him and his weird cult. He grabbed my thighs and pulled them towards him. He lined up my pussy with his member.

"Look at me." He said. "Look at me so that I may share in your energy."

I looked at him, ready to get this thing over with. He looked crazed. The hunger glinted in his eyes. He stared at me as he pushed himself into my folds.

I cried and yelled. Partially at the pain, but mostly from the humiliation from my virginity being taken in front of this insane cult. He pushed and pushed until I was completely impaled onto him. I tired to get away, but the movement from my hips only made him moan in pleasure. It did feel good, physically, but it made me feel dirty.

Pulling himself out, I felt the exquisite emptiness before he rammed himself back in. I screamed with all my might, but it came out pitiful. The crowd was cheering and applauding. He pulled back again, but this time as he pushed back in, the crowd chanted. The next time, the same thing. They weren't chanting words, just making grunts and moans as he pummeled me.

Starting out slow, he began to make a rhythm. The people behind him were cheering him on. Every time he plunged into me, they would yell. They got faster and faster as John was sinking his member into me.

As much as the scene terrified me, I couldn't help but be turned on. All these people were there, watching me. I began to believe that they were connected with John, grunting in time with each other. In and out, his pace never slowed. Like a machine, he was pumping me full. I could feel myself stretch with every stroke.

And he never broke eye contact. As much as I looked around and threw my head back, he stared at me, burning a hole right through me, looking at my core. I was convinced he wasn't going to ever stop thrusting.

I was getting close. John could tell. His hands left my hips. They moved to my nipples and began pinch them in time with his strokes. Every time he slammed into me, John would pinch my nipples and pull me towards him. As he pulled out, he would roll them between his fingers.

My nipples were sensitive after everything that had happened, plus the drugs too probably. I was getting close to the edge, getting closer with every stroke, every pinch. My breath began to catch in my throat. John knew what was happening, he continued without ceasing.

It started deep between my legs, deep inside me. My back arched, John pulled my nipples hard towards him, pumping endlessly. All my muscles tensed, preparing for the release. With one final grunt, my orgasm ripped through me. My muscles exploded, spasming, only controlled by their restrains. I was moaning, whipping my head back.

The crowd was cheering. They began their own celebrations. Quickly the air was filled with the sounds of pleasure. They were all feeding off me and John, sensing our energy.

John didn't stop though, he hadn't released his energy yet. He was grunting with every thrust, having lost his audience, but gained his prized energy from me. He moved behind me, leaving me untouched for several seconds. It felt empty and I hated to think, but I wanted him back.

Once he was behind me, he inserted himself again from behind. He wrapped his arms around my torso to give himself some leverage, but he kept hammering at the same speed as before. Once his rhythm as reestablished, his hands began playing with my nipples again.

I leaned my head back only to find it on his shoulder. He turned to look at me. Same glint. Same crazy. He leaned down and started kissing me. His tongue moved as far down my throat as possible. As I moaned through my kissing, I could feel his movements get jerkier. I was getting close and so was he.

While kissing, he moved one had down to my mound. Like my nipples, he pinched my clit as he plunged in and circled it with his fingers as he pulled out. In. Pinch. Out. Roll. His hands were working magic on me and I was racing towards the edge.

"We're going to get there together." He whispered to me. "You and I will release at the same time."

I shook my head, I was so close. Unless he was going to cum in the next ten seconds, I was going to advance on my own.

"Wait. Wait." His breath was getting ragged. "You can wait, just a little while longer."

As much as he wanted me to wait, he wasn't slowing his pace or stopping his fingers. One hand was pulling at my nipple while the other was pulling at my clit. I could feel my muscles tensing again.

"Wait. Waaaait..." He was so close, I was so close. His hand on my clit was driving me insane. The pinching, the rolling, the circling. I felt like my entire body was focused on that one little point. I tried to hold it back, my muscles were getting tighter and tighter, when:

"Now!" He cried.

I let completely go. My muscles snapped and I felt the explosion again. This time my release was met with John's release into me. I could feel the heat spread inside of me, leaking out onto my legs. We were both in the throes of ecstasy.

He had both hands wrapped around me, playing with my clit, never letting it sit still for a moment. Just as I thought one set of feelings were done, he'd pinch and pull and a new set would start anew. He kept himself buried inside me, feeling the pressure of my pussy as it tried to push his member out.

After a few minutes, he took his hands off my clit. It was a relief to not have him playing with me any more, but he still didn't remove himself from me. He stayed inside me, arms wrapped around me for a long time, just watching his followers make love on the patio. Finally he removed himself.

"Do you feel it?" He yelled at the lovers on the ground. "Do you feel the energy flowing through you? By climaxing my energy with the virgin's energy, we can create a new level of untold power."

Those who were not in utmost pleasure cheered as John talked more about energy. I slumped in my restrains. I was so tired. It was so hot, I was so sweaty. Sweat, not all my own, dripped down my back. I could feel it travel down my ass and drip off my pussy lips, mixing with the cum already dripping there.

"I created my own level of energy with the virgin. But we can achieve more!" John was yelling. He stepped down off the stage and made his way into the pleasure pit. He searched around until: "You, Michael. You will create with me new energy!"

John pulled a man out of a pile of writhing bodies and up on the stage. Just like John, he was tall and muscular. He had bleached blond hair and green eyes. Though Michael's eyes were darker than John's, they glittered with the same crazy energy. I realized that my night was far from over.