Virgin Auction Novels & Stories

I watched as girls, some looking no older than eighteen were led out like livestock. The buyers poked and prodded, discussing "quality" as if they were at a farmer's market. "Number 22. Amelia. Upstage!" The guards pulled me forward. As I stepped into the blinding glare of the auction lights, I heard a collective, sharp gasp from the crowd. My long hair, long and dark, flowed over the sheer white linen like a shadow on snow. The auctioneer’s voice boomed over the microphone: "OUR NO. 22. Twenty-two years. A sweet little virgin. Never even kissed. Pure as a lotus flower... and twice as rare."

"Hand over 750 grand, and I'll vanish. Refuse, and I'll haunt you every waking moment." Like father, like son, both had dollar signs for souls. I snapped my fingers, and my muscle stepped out of the shadows, disarmed Matthias, and gave him a taste of his own medicine. He did not last long before he was sprawled out, howling on the ground. I strolled up, spat on him, and made it clear, "Cross my path again, and it's another beating, guaranteed." Two months later, I tied the knot with my assistant, Wendy Gibson. We threw one hell of a bash.

another voice called out. I stepped my feet apart. My pussy lips parted slightly, already shiny with nervous wetness. I could feel their stares burning between my legs. The auctioneer stepped onto the stage beside me. He was an older man in a tuxedo, holding a microphone. “Lot number twelve. Twenty-one years old. Tight virgin cunt. Never been touched. Perfect breeding material. Bidding starts at one million dollars.” The numbers flew fast. “Two million!” “Three!” “Five million!”

And to think these were high vampires of society. "You've seen what treasure she is, folks. So let's get the ball rolling then. Bidding starts at two hundred thousand," the auctioneer called. "Two hundred thousand for this rare, beautiful virgin pet. Anyone? No one? Ah – yes, the man holding a brown jacket at the back. Who else would love to own this beautiful, dolled-up specimen of a shifter? She's the best we have tonight so don't lose out! Yes, keep them coming. Can I get a three – "

Luis who was already emotional was driving his car at high speed to get to the club, hoping that the auction had not yet started. "Good Night ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have something very interesting to auction." said the woman to alert the nightclub goers. "We will auction women who are still virgins, the highest price we will choose as winners." she continued explaining, and Reya immediately stood in front of all of them whose gazes had gone wild. "$2000!" "$5000!" "$5500!"

I bet it’ll be fun,” Maxine said. “No, never. I can’t,” I said with a strong tone. “Yes, I’m open minded person and I’m not against into premarital sex yet it doesn’t mean I’m into it. I still want be pure to my future spouse,” I added. “That’s why you’re the only virgin in this room,” Maxine said. “As if I am, aren’t you? I rebutted her. “What do you think the reason why I was dumped in the convent— you idiot,”

the brunette in front of me whispers to the redhead next to her. I frown. I can barely hear Professor Calhoun. Just as I’m about to shush them, the brunette continues, “They’re doing a virginity auction. Apparently, some girls get thousands of dollars just to give their virginity away to some sleazeball willing to pay for it.”

It was from a pair of binoculars, and several men were falling over themselves trying to have a look through the lenses. "That's her! That's Stella Leblanc, the woman whose virginity was put up for auction! What a good thing that Austin let us check out the goods beforehand so we could bid higher later. This is just brilliant!" "Let me see! Let me see! Oh, my god! She looks pretty good. I just don't know if we can beat any of those big shots at the auction, you know? The people attending it are all big bosses and tycoons."

Just as I was about to hang up and place another call to them, a groggy male voice resounded into my ears. "Hello, this is the virginity club, how may we help you?" He asked, to which I gulped in a mixture of nervousness and shame. "I-I called to enquire about the auction," I stuttered, clasping my phone tighter against my ear. "Oh, you called just in time. We were about to put an end to it this afternoon," The man responded and I heaved a deep breath, while internally thanking my stars. "So, what next?" I whispered.

My big sister, Summer, was right when she had said someday I would end up getting myself in trouble that I couldn’t get out of. “Considering her virginity is still intact, I am guessing the last buyer didn’t have what it takes to tame a woman like her.” The auctioneer said bringing me back to the present, making a few men chuckle. “Last time she was sold for ten millions but then we didn’t have so many new attendees.” The auctioneer paused and looked at a list in his hands and said, “But today we have some of the richest men here who deal in oils, explosives, weapons and ammunition. So we will start at five millions for this stubborn and fierce woman that will make a good pet to tame.”