Virginity 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."

The first time Ava talked about auctions, she told me they were looking for girls with flawless beauty, which obviously excluded me for my peculiar birth mark on lower belly. So how is it possible that they chose me? The auctions were usually held at the end of each month, where they would pick a virgin female slave for the rich to bid on with other gems or jewelries. Slaves had debates on that. Some believed it was an evil ritual of monsters. But most thought it’s a chance to seek new lives.

I pushed him to this. “That’s why I accelerated the auction,” Miller says, his tone suddenly clipped. “You’ll be gone after tonight, Danika. One way or another.” He steps closer, lowering his voice like he’s sharing a secret. “Now be a good girl. Go out there and seduce one of these gentlemen with your irresistible little charms. If you secure a husband by the end of the night, we’ll waive the virginity test.” I blink. “Virginity test?” He grins. It’s not a smile—it’s a threat. “It’s when we insert a machine into you to see if you bleed. We stretch you open and check for traces of semen. Sperm. Anything… suspicious.”

She begged that someone from these men grow a conscience and instead of enjoying her pain and fear, help her. But her heart sank deeper into the pitch when she heard the auctioneer's words. "Gentleman, this beautiful girl standing in front of you wearing a white maiden dress could be yours for the next six months. A lucky one among you all is going to pop her cherry after buying her. Yes, gentlemen, this beauty is a virgin. And she could be yours if you have deep pockets for her. Because her bidding starts from a million Euros."

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!”

“Not exactly.” I immediately sat up. “Then what do I have to sell?” Ella hesitated, her gaze roving between Maddie and I. “Think. What is it you have that Maddie doesn’t?” “Fucking talk, for the love of God!” Maddie exploded. “Calm down.” Ella chuckled. “It’s just a virginity auction.” “What the hell are you talking about?” Maddie asked. “Haven’t you heard? It’s a big thing now. Instead of just giving it away, lots of girls are selling it at auction.” She got up and headed to the refrigerator.

“Gentlemen… tonight’s crown jewel. Twenty-three years old. Virgin. Five-foot-six, thirty-six double-D, tiny waist, hips made for gripping. Ass you could bounce a coin off. Wet, tight, and completely untouched. Starting bid: fifty million.” The room erupted. “Sixty!” “Seventy-five!” “One hundred million—and I want first dibs on breaking her in! I’ll stretch that virgin cunt wide open myself!” Melinda’s knees buckled. She shook her head frantically, whispering broken prayers between sobs. The bids climbed higher. Faster. “Five hundred million!” “Eight hundred!” “One billion!” a hoarse voice shouted from the back. The auctioneer’s eyes widened, greedy delight spreading across his face. “One bil

It was a virgin auction site, the seediest of them all, and girls like Zelda didn’t end up in places like that. They were sold at private auctions, attended by people like Kent and Edward, to be seen in flesh and poked and prodded before their new owners would decide to shell out what amounted to pocket change for the lives of innocent young women. I knew then that I couldn’t afford her… and that I had to have her.

Her scrutinising gaze took all of us in, judgemental and precise. “Take her away.” She pointed to our baker’s daughter. “No one is going to buy a plain-looking slave. Do with her as you please.” She shushed her away, and Arda was dragged screaming and crying. “No, please.” I whimpered, and her cruel eyes fixed on me. She grabbed my face. “Are you a virgin?” Fear had me gulping, and I couldn't speak. My throat was clogged. What were they going to do? “Have the doctor inspect them. The auction is tomorrow. I want them ready.” She pushed my face back. “If we don't find any virgins, it will be such a waste. Human whores hardly wait nowadays.”

“THE ANNUAL LEGACY THORNE CHARITY DATE AUCTION. I’ve heard so many stories of this event. Can’t believe it’s this upcoming Friday.” I seriously don’t know how she knows every campus gossip. “What’s that?” “An event where girls audition and boys bid, and anyone that’s the highest bidder gets to choose any girl and...” She motioned for me to come nearer. “The guy gets to do whatever he wants to the girl. I heard many freshmen have lost their virginity from this auction. It’s a high-society thing, definitely not hosted by the school authorities,” she whispered. “Whatever. We won’t be going, so not our problem.”