Virgin Auction Novels & Stories

He had on a white coat over a navy-blue suit, a briefcase in one hand, and a stethoscope around his neck. "Why did you call a doctor? I'm not sick." "I know that. But I want to know if you still have your hymen intact." I gulped. Why was he so adamant about knowing whether or not I was a virgin? "Why is my virginity so important?" "Because your bid will start at half a million dollars. Which is ten times more than the regular starting price and the reason for this is that the buyers believes you are a virgin," he grinned. Oh, shit! If he found out, I wasn't a virgin, he would call off the auction and then Brenda would be stuck with him forever.

Before I could offer more comforting words to her, she was yanked away by two meaty hands and pushed onto the bidding platform. Her body shivered under the blinding lights that were angled at her. The anchor announced the start of the auction, and the men began chanting big numbers. My breath hitched when the bid got fixed. The person happily announced that she was sold. Sold off. Like property. My heart beat soared, expecting to see her again but she was taken down through the other end of the platform. Guess I won’t ever see her again. When the roar of the crowd lulled down an announcement was made which caused the audience to go wild again. The announcement made was a bit unclear, but I m

He shouted and I sighed, wanting to not be handcuffed to such an uncomfortable chair. "Fine! I'm a fucking virgin. You happy?" I told him, looking down at the floor. Why was virginity so important to these people anyway? I wasn’t a slut who slept with every guy I knew just to feel good or whatever. I actually had some self-respect. I wasn’t about to wait until I was married, but I was just waiting for someone I actually loved to take it from me. "Ok, was that so hard?" I didn't reply. "Whatever. That's everything for now. What's going to happen next is that I'm going to take you next door where you will be dressed appropriately for the auction-"

She didn't plan for this, and just like her colleague said, she had no other way to save her dying brother except from this. Her colleague's voice from two nights before still echoes in Mariah's head. “You know there’s a website where you can sell your virginity?, I read this article—one girl made more than million dollars. Can you believe that? For one night.” She’d laughed while Mariah was up doing her morning shift. Though she is Mariah's colleague at work, They were nothing close and Mariah was very sure that her colleague would be out there somewhere laughing her ass out at her.

The big deal is that she was a virgin. I was in a dilemma. I didn't know what to do. How could I possibly have broken the contract I put together? Ring ring ring.. My phone rang loudly and I quickly shut it off before it could wake Eve up when I've not decided on how I could possibly deal with this situation. I groaned as I ran my hands through my head. I checked my phone that was still ringing but on silent now and the number was unknown. I tiptoed out of Eve's room, closed the door and stood in the hallway before picking up the call.

She begged that someone from these men grow a conscience and instead of enjoying her pain and fear, help her. But her heart sank deeper into the pitch when she heard the auctioneer's words. "Gentleman, this beautiful girl standing in front of you wearing a white maiden dress could be yours for the next six months. A lucky one among you all is going to pop her cherry after buying her. Yes, gentlemen, this beauty is a virgin. And she could be yours if you have deep pockets for her. Because her bidding starts from a million Euros."

“You should know better, Cynthia. You built this entire war on slander and extortion. Did you really believe your hands would stay clean?” Her fingers tightened around her glass, but she lifted her chin higher, determined not to falter. The massive screens behind Damian flared to life. This time it was not photographs or documents, but sound. The ballroom filled with Cynthia’s own voice, smooth and venomous. “If you want her ruined, you’ll pay me double. Otherwise, she walks free.” “No story sells better than a fallen virgin. Make sure the cameras catch her tears.” “Do not worry about the law. I own enough people to bury her alive.”

"Miles said you needed a bit of an audience for your wedding night..." "Get out! Cameras are monitoring every corner of this place!" I forced myself to sound calm. Kurt only got more excited. He dropped onto the mattress beside me and looked me up and down. "Playing the prude? Miles is with another woman right now." "Come on." Someone snorted. "You already whored yourself out in those skimpy photos. Don't start acting like a virgin now." "Virgin?" another jeered. "Miles put her first night up for auction. There's no way she's a virgin, or he would've never done that."

The auction room smelled of sweat, fear, and expensive cigars. The air was thick, almost suffocating, and the bright lights overhead made Amara Cole squint against their harsh glare. Her wrists burned where the cold metal cuffs dug into her skin, her legs ached from standing too long, and yet she dared not move. “Item Number 47,” the auctioneer announced, his voice sharp, practiced. “Virgin. Educated. Obedient.” Lies. Every word was a lie.