Virginity for sale
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Two weeks after her eighteenth birthday, the cherished date of the auction was announced, which meant she would have the opportunity to leave her cozy home corner and enter a new and exciting world. After listening to the stories about the cruelty of wealthy husbands and masters, she was very worried that fate would play a cruel joke on her. Who would buy her at auction?
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D’s whole life had been leading up to this moment. The lessons in walking correctly, talking correctly holding herself correctly. And of course, how to hold other people too. Not that she had ever touched a man before; in all her eighteen years she had only seen them in pictures, and in the form of a dummy. So now, on the day of the auction, her excitement had no bounds. Tonight, she told herself, will be the night when I first touch a man. Tonight, I will lose my innocence. By the day of the auction, every girl was fully prepared to be the most ideal wife or concubine for absolutely any man.
On the night of the auction, many wealthy men were gathered in the hall. Diana and several of her friends, dressed in translucent clothes that did not hide their youthful dignity, were waiting for their name to be announced and felt noticeably nervous. Diana knew, with her appearance, she had a great chance to get good money paid for her, which means she had a better position than her sisters.
During the auction, when bids increase, and the hall becomes unbearably hot from male hormones, girls demonstrate their abilities by performing a dance or gymnastic number. Diana heard the audience scream, argue and bid. Her heart was ready to burst out of fear. It’s her turn to go now. In a moment it’s her way out!
A bright light hit her eyes and for a moment she closed them, moving her face away from the spotlights. But then, having gathered herself, she smiled and turned to the public, demonstrating her graceful gait. The starting price was announced, and the room was noisy again. The stakes were rising, but not as fast and high as the girl had expected. She needed to do something to raise the price.
Diana began to slightly jump, making beautiful ballet passes in the air, and after spinning, crouched in a humble bow. First, she showed her favorite aplomb number – she had prepared this technique to demonstrate her excellent balance and ability to stand on one leg for a long time, then she showed ‘arabesque’ – showing the potential buyer her perfect flexibility and the ability to raise her leg to such any required height. She did everything that she knew better than anyone else and at the end of her performance, she did the splits and bowed to the audience, illuminating them with her childish and naive smile.
The hall buzzed and the rates rapidly went up. Diana was nervous; although she had been trained for so many years to be the perfect slave for the one who would buy her, she was terrified that she would not be able to put into practice everything that she had been taught. What if her customer turned out to be a woman-beater? Would she be able to endure his bullying and be obedient and grateful to him at the same time?
“Not now! Do not panic! Show your best side!” the girl tried to hide her anxiety, but sometimes, it took a lot of efforts.
The third bang of the gavel meant that the sale was finished, but Diana could not figure out who had made the final bet. Her anxiety went wild, turning into nervous twitching. The mere thought that she would lose her virginity tonight frightened the poor girl very much, and the main fear that settled in her did not let her calm down: who was the man who would take her innocence? She tried not to think about the bad and put up with the inevitable. After all, who was she in this world? Her fate had already been decided from birth. Was it worth it now to be so nervous, if everything is already predetermined?
The room where Diana was sitting was noisy and fun. Girls discussed their customers, said goodbye, made plans and dreamed. Diana sat alone with a sad face and thoughtfully looked at her friends.
“I will never see them again, will I?” she thought unexpectedly as lightning. Suddenly she became very scared.
She moved closer to one of the ladies, a hairdresser preparing them for the auction, and began to ask stupid questions, more to calm herself down than to get answers.
“Do you think a good person bought me?” she began, carefully touching the subject of her interest.
“Who knows, daughter, there are different people here. Most of the buyers come from abroad, but they say there are those who buy a new wife every three years. Basically, these are the oldest and the richest members of the club.”
The conversation with this woman made Diana upset and she preferred to wait for her fate aside. She went and sat by herself and tried not to think about anything.
One of the most cherished desires of the young beauty was to fall in love with her master, so that she would be of the highest value for him, so that he could provide her with good living conditions without punishing her beyond the limits she could bear. But she also realized that it was more of a fantasy, and in the real life everything could be different.
The average age of buyers began from 45; rarely was a virgin bought by someone younger than that. The oldest men in the club and participating in the auction reached 75 years. Diana thought that marrying such an old man or being his concubine was the worst nightmare for every ward of the “school of noble maidens,” but no one spoke about it out loud. Each girl silently hoped that she was one of the lucky ones. Also, Diana dreamed that a man in the prime of life would choose her and they would live happily ever after.
Meeting the master
The long-awaited hour struck, and Diana was led to meet her destiny. Dressed in a majestic outfit and wearing beautiful stilettos, she walked, accompanied by a maid who led her along a long corridor on the B1 floor. Diana was so impatient that her heart was about to jump out of her chest. How many years she had dreamed to see what was happening on other floors. The day had finally come!
It was only allowed to enter the elevator when accompanied by a maid or a teacher. When she was taken out outside, they always put a mask on her face and put all the girls in a van. The mask could not be removed until they found themselves in a field where Diana and other children could frolic under the sun and enjoy its warm rays.
Today, Diana was able to feel like she was a real queen of the ball She was beautifully dressed up, had a make-up and a gorgeous hairstyle. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she did not recognize her reflection.
“I should do everything for him to like me, by all means!”
The B1 floor was different from the B3; there were carpets and drapes around here in the corridors. Many rooms with numbers made Diana tremble with excitement, expecting that the next door would be the last door to pass and she would finally meet her fate.