Virgin Auction Novels & Stories

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.”

She was already reacting. Dominic didn’t move. Didn’t shift. Didn’t blink. He just watched. Like a lion watching a lamb that didn’t know its throat was already in his jaws. Like a god studying the sacrifice before deciding what part of her to destroy first. The auctioneer stepped forward. He was sweating. He always did when virgins were on stage. His voice was steady but his hands kept twitching against his clipboard. “Signori. Lotto Diciassette. Diciotto anni. Unspoiled. Untrained. No sexual contact. No prior handling. Certified pure. Virgin confirmed by both physical examination and blood rite. This is the first time she has ever been displayed.”

As soon as she finds out about his breeding business she will leave him anyhow. Three girls are available for bidding tonight at the Vampire Authority district three auctions. I will send Jackson. I am going to have him bid on all three just in case Mr. Craig decides to fall in love with another one. I can’t deal with this damn crying. I will go check on here after I text Jackson. I pull out my phone and scroll to Jacksons' number. *VAMPIRE AUTHORITY DISTRICT THREE AUCTION GO TONIGHT!*

“You're wrong about me, maybe you're used to having as many women as you want, but there are also women who look at those things and I think that's why I'm still a Virgin, for waiting for the man who wants to be with a woman like me, full of flaws. "America, at first I thought it was your joke, but are you really a Virgin?" She approached me seductively. “That's right, if you think I'm good, and if not, I don't have to lie, besides that man will realize that I'm not lying when he gives me completely. "I think you're missing out on something good." He reached his hand down there, instantly massaging it. What happens? I looked quickly elsewhere, sometimes Dalton acted in a daring way.

“Any idea who this person is?” Maverick waved his hand. “Not at this point. But there is an invitation-only auction scheduled. There will be De Silva’s people over there. If Loretta is still in the business with them, she will appear. It may be wishful thinking, but as far as leads go, this is all we have.” Fabian balled his hands into fists, adrenaline making its way up to his limbs. “When is that auction?” “Tomorrow night,” Maverick said. “I will arrange for us to enter the venue, but we have got to hurry.”

Name: Liana Cruz Country: Singapore Age: 19 years Status: Virgin. “This girl just imported today, and we are expecting a good bid on her,” the host said and her picture-like slide show featured on the screen and the bid started. Nobody believed the person seated in the auction was a VIP person owning billions and working with the mafia and some are mafia. Her bid started at ten million and after fifteen minutes she sold for sixty million. “Congratulations Mr. Wilson,” the Host congratulated the owner, who had a well-built personality with a dark aura. “It was such a good opening,” the Host continued, and the next picture was placed on the screen and my grip tightened on the glass I was holdi

she uttered plainly. “What about when you made me deliver drugs? I hadn’t cheated on your son then, had I?! You traffic drugs and humans too?! That’s the most—” She didn’t even look at me — just waved for them to gag me. “ She keeps spewing nonsense.Humans sell better when they’re quiet. Pity the baby’s gone — double profits wasted.” she said, turning to leave the hospital room. --- It was finally the day of the auction. “And now, we are presented with a human who looks a little unkempt right now, but with a little care from her owner, she would be as good as new,” the host’s voice rang over the speakers in what seemed like a dungeon used for illegal gambling.

Her name: Elara Vale. The convent called it an external placement program. An act of gratitude for his generous donations. But Damien knew the truth. It was a transaction. And it intrigued him far more than he’d like to admit. A virgin. A girl who had never been touched, never spoken to a man without a prayer on her lips. A girl who would blush at bare ankles, tremble at coarse language, and bow her head when addressed. She would be his maid. Damien wasn’t a man of faith. But he had rituals of his own. And breaking this one would be deliberate. Exquisite.