Virginity Auction Mga Nobela at Kwento

The underground auction house was dimly lit and filled with masked, powerful men. I stood naked on the small stage, wrists bound behind my back, a leather collar around my neck with a tag that read “Virgin Auction – Property of Mr. Kane.” My father’s best friend, Mr. Kane — the ruthless billionaire who had known me since I was a little girl — sat in the front row, eyes burning with dark possession as the bidding began. The auctioneer’s voice rang out: “Bidding starts at one million dollars for this tight, untouched 19-year-old pussy.”

“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.”

Now she was here, on display like a piece of meat at the butcher’s corner. “Item 87, package is twenty two and a virgin. Completely untouched, a complete exotic experience. The bid starts at one million.” Whoever was on the platform said through the microphone. Item? That didn’t baffle her as much as when they announced her as a virgin, who else would know that? Only her sister did before she disappeared. And she wouldn’t be a virgin if her thirsty boyfriend wasn’t patient enough to find her hole and kicked her out of his house that night.

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

"How much?" "Nothing." My brows slowly raised. That seemed completely impossible. Virgins were rare in our space. Not because they weren't around but because they were easily scooped up by doms, like myself. The art of training a virgin into being your own kind of perfect pet was something that I'd always wanted but had never gotten the chance to do. Why didn't she have a single bid? She was incredibly valuable. "How long's the auction been up?" I quizzed.

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 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.

Two years after the accident... Maurício Monroeli Speech "Number seven, please, three steps ahead!" Seeing them obeying each order without any effort is already a great advance for my new business. "Olivia, a perverse virgin of only 20 years old who loves sexual fantasies. Her functions are extraordinary gentlemen, you have no idea what she is capable of doing just by using the mastery of oral sex. The starting bid cannot be less than 20,000 Euros. Olivia is not a carrier of any STD (sexually transmitted diseases). Everyone will receive on their digital screens the file of the young women that will participate in the auction on this beautiful evening. This is our second commodity of the nigh

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,”

She didn’t care anymore if she’d lose something in the process. Danielle then introduced her to the organizer named Mama Lovie, a transgender woman who looked more like a wrestler than a beautician and an organizer. The organizer started explaining to her the auction’s rules. The client’s deal will only be for one night. She even wondered why she was asked about her virginity. She didn’t even have the chance to answer since Danielle had already butted in. The woman lied that she was already an “experienced” woman. Lyzza didn’t care to correct her anymore, thinking that it must be one of the requirements—to have sexual experience—to be accepted for the job. She needed the money. That was the