Virgin Auction Novels & Stories

The auctioneer said emphasizing the last word he uttered. He winked at the audience. “So gentlemen, show your resolve in capturing her wailing heart" “The starting price is 5 million dollars" “6 million" A voice that seemed to be from the front-row seat beckoned. “9 million" Another man said. “15 million" A third man said. The bidding war continued till a fat and unpleasant-looking man raised the bid; “29 million". The situation was spiraling and it left people guessing why anyone would splurge such money just to have one virgin girl.

The auctioneer yanked my head back by the hair, forced my mouth open for the crowd. “How clean is she?” a masked voice drawled from the shadows. The auctioneer grinned, teeth yellow. “Virgin. Untouched. Fresh from the southern packs. Still smells like innocence—if you beat it out of her fast enough.” A ripple of dark laughter. I squeezed my eyes shut. Please, Moon Goddess. Anyone. Anything. Just don’t let me die here. “Mmm. Ten million.” The hall went still. A different voice this time—low, amused, laced with something ancient and starving.

Aquiles spoke next to me and I realized that he meant the brunette in the red dress. "How do you know she's a virgin?" I was intrigued. My cousin let out a laugh that caught the attention of those at the neighboring tables and several men motioned for silence. "Because it's a virgin auction, that's why!” I was so intent on admiring the stunning beauty of the young woman that I paid no attention to the words of the woman who introduced the girls. How could such a lovely girl be selling her virginity in an auction? I asked myself, feeling anger take over my emotions.

"While you fool around in bed with another man, you have me repair your hymen. Cheryl, you're quite something." "I... Would you believe me if I say it's all a misunderstanding?" "Do you think I would believe you, my dear Cheryl?" He spat out the words "my dear Cheryl" through gritted teeth. I could sense that my chance came and went. There was no point in struggling anymore. It was a fact that I was not a virgin. Still, I could not let him trample all over me. I pushed him away and swiftly put on a bold front. "So what if I'm not a virgin? You don't want to marry me. Well, I don't want to marry you either.

I scan the sea of faces but find no sympathy—only greed. One day.... “The in-house doctors have confirmed her virginity,” the auctioneer adds, igniting a sudden interest and probably a few more zeroes. “So, gentlemen, let’s start the bidding at five hundred thousand." “Six hundred!” "Seven hundred!” “One million!” “Five million!” The words are spoken with a calm tone that carries the weight of a thunderclap. The crowd immediately falls silent, as if they recognize the roar of their king. My eyes scan the back of the room, where shadows conceal the edges of the hall.

Though she was a virgin, she knew exactly how it was done, thanks to the various adult sites her cousin Claire frequently visited on her computer. But this was the first time she had seen a man doing it live, right in front of her. Not to mention that the man was Ram Jordan—the ridiculously handsome multi-billionaire. And God forbid, he had no idea that she was there. ‘Live… I am seeing this live?’ She whispered again, suddenly feeling like she needed to pee. Her lower abdomen felt tight, and even though she was innocent, she knew this wasn’t something that could be relieved by just going to the bathroom.

he uttered and the bright spotlight darted from Kael to the centre of that stage. Two men came who were gripping both the arms of an almost senseless girl. Her head was lowered as she was drugged and that inhuman action of a human began…which was a Human auction and all those men had gathered there to buy those innocuous girls like they were some lifeless objects. "She is 19 years old and a virgin. So the bidding starts at 500k," Kael announced and that brutally immoral process started. "600k," one among the men, seated on the sofa, yelled.

My heart was pounding, but I didn't know if it was from fear, shame, the joy of the moment of my virginity that I had just lost, or a mix of all three. The silence in the jet was heavy, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine and the clinking of ice cubes in the glass Paolo was holding. He had settled across from me, his gaze fixed on mine as if to analyze and dissect me. I felt exposed, as if his eyes could read everything I was trying to hide. Finally, he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence. — So, Allyssa... Why? Why would a girl like you end up down there, selling herself in a sordid basement? You're young, beautiful... full of potential. And, what's more, you were a virgin.

“Today.” My stomach sank. “Vera-” “I have a project,” he cut in smoothly. “A very special one. Maison Calyrex. Private luxury line. Discretion. Power. Money.” There was a brief pause, deliberate. “They asked for you specifically.” That got my attention, no matter how loudly my instincts screamed no.

Couldn't admit that I was so desperate I was willing to sell my body to strangers just to keep breathing. "I just want to do something thrilling for once in my life," I lied, forcing lightness into my voice that I didn't feel. "I don't want to die a virgin, you know? Figured it was time to take some risks. Live a little." Cynthia laughed, "I'm so proud of you! Seriously, Eva, this is amazing. And don't worry about anything, okay? All the men who participate in the auction are thoroughly vetted. They're young, hot, rich, and clean. No weirdos. No creeps. Just successful guys looking for a good time with consenting adults. You're going to have an incredible experience, I promise."