Virginity Auction Novels & Stories

My heart pounded as I begged for freedom through muffled cries. “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s proceed with the next auction. A rare eighteen-year-old lycan girl, pure Alpha blood from the south, and a virgin. She possesses magical healing abilities, perfect for your punching bag.” The man gestured toward me. “We’ll start at one million dollars,” the man standing before me introduced me like merchandise. Everyone fell silent. There was whispering, but no one raised a paddle to bid for me. “Anyone? Come on, anyone?” The auctioneer looked around the dimly lit room. “Alright, let’s lower it to 900,000 dollars. Anyone?”

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.” The redhead gasps. My heart drops into my toes. A virginity auction. Between how much time I spend helping at The Greek Corner and how much time I spend with Mama and Baba since Christos disappeared two years ago, I haven’t dated anyone since middle school, and I’m not a one-night stand type of girl. I would need a real connection to feel safe. “You’re joking, right?” the redhead asked. The brunette shook her head.

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.

“Use every other device you have on him!’ After shouting one last instruction to the staff, she helped Damien back to the observation deck. Then, the staff lit a candle and used it to drip scorching wax all over the red streaks on my body left behind by the whip. I screamed in agony when I felt the heat of the wax singe my already inflamed skin. The staff showed no mercy and continued to drip the wax all over my body. They used a total of eighteen different torture devices on me. Toward the end, my body was covered with bruises all over to the point where even the audience could not stomach the sight of it. “Ever since the auction hall was founded, nobody has ever endured all eighteen tortur

My heart starts pounding like crazy again, and an unpleasant chill appears inside. "Zoe," I ask, "what are they selling at auction? A car?" She gives me a condescending look and snorts: "Where did you just fall from, Ava? Look at your badge. They're selling you, you're a virgin, right?" I see a one on the badge and nod, falling into a bottomless abyss, and ask again: — How do they sell it? "Usually," Zoe lazily points her chin at the auction participants excitedly shouting out prices, "they've already reached ten. You'll get away with fifteen, you can bet your life! Hey, where are you going?"

"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.

Ardente, yelled. "A petite brunette, beautiful, twenty-one years old, and to top it all up, she is a virgin" He announced through gritted teeth. I couldn't see the expression on his face but I could guess that he had his normal evil grin. I felt like strangling him but I wasn't privileged to. All I wanted was to leave this place and try and escape from whoever that buys me. At least, that was a good plan. With my hands tied behind me, I was made to kneel down on the so-called auction stage, waiting for someone to purchase me. "$2 million is the starting price for the bidding" Mr. Ardente yelled..

I didn't even notice when the lashes stopped, nor did I notice when I was picked up and placed at the centre of the stage. "Now this one is real special. Her name is Mariah and she was sold by her father, she is still a virgin with the blood type of AB positive. Her blood is pure, she is untouched. " the auctioneer said, there was a slight pause as everyone gazed down at me. I laid still on the floor and curled into a ball. "We'll start the bidding at 20, 000" the auctioneer said. And just like that there was an uproar from the audience.

“They didn’t tell me who it was going to be, so I didn’t know it was you when I arrived here. There was a possibility it was a guest of your family because I could never, ever imagine you…” “Me…?” he asked somberly. “That you will pay a prostitute for something like that. It’s just… I can’t imagine you having to pay for sex.” “You didn’t even know who you were meeting up with?” She nodded. “Yes. But… Madame Venus did say you were… safe. Even the others there… they said if the requirement hadn’t been for someone very new and virtually a… a virgin, they would have easily changed places with me. I don’t know if that should even be comforting. But to them it was… like since I was indeed a virgin

The oversized shirt rode up, showing the curve of her ass in the tiny shorts. She took a quick timed photo from behind, no face, just her body from the shoulders down. The final screen appeared. **Do you wish to auction your virginity?** Green button: **YES** Red button: **NO** Lila stared at the screen for a long time - her finger hovered. She thought about the rent notice on her desk, about her mom’s worried texts and also how tired she was of scraping by. Her hand moved before her brain could stop her. She clicked **YES**.