disgraced and Veronica would forever be shunned by
her community. It was a harsh punishment for something she couldn’t control,
but she needed to make sure she made her family proud.
The girls started lining up single file, and Veronica was
sandwiched between a blonde and a redhead. The line began moving forward, and
Veronica’s heart started pounding fast, her blood rushing through her body. She
had never been as nervous as she was at this moment. The sound of low male
voices penetrated her anxiety-riddled body as everyone stepped onto the large
platform. The wood beneath her bare feet was smooth and polished to perfection.
She kept her head lowered, because that was what a good submissive did. As soon
as the male prospects realized they were on the block everyone became quiet.
Could they hear her heart pounding against her ribs? She could hear it in her
ears and feel it in her throat.
They stood there, waiting until the announcer informed the first
female to step forward. The urge to look up, to see what was before her was
strong, but she refrained because unless specifically directed a virgin was
always obedient. Girl after girl was called forward, and Veronica felt a bead
of sweat slip between her breasts.
“Veronica Dubois.” This was it. She stepped forward at the
announcement of her name, her head lowered, her hands clasped in front of her.
“Twenty years of age, five foot three, one hundred and five pounds.” An
attendant stepped next to her and untied the robe. The material dropped to her
feet and the chilled air brushed over her bared flesh. “This virgin has been
waxed and prepped for the winning bidder’s pleasure.” The attendant moved
behind her and cupped both of her breasts, showcasing them for all to see. “Cup
size thirty-six C, she might have a small frame but what she lacks in thickness
she makes up for in an ample bosom and a tight cunt.”
Veronica had seen and heard enough about the auctions to know
there were hundreds of eyes upon her right now, scrutinizing her body. Her face
heated, but she kept it lowered. No one aside from the female attendants had
ever seen her naked. The urge to cover up was strong, but she kept her arms by
her sides.
Every inch of her was announced to the bidders, and she was
instructed to raise her head. Bright lights blinded her and she tried to keep
from squinting. When he was finished she could hear the shuffling of papers in
the audience as the bids were being placed. Her heart slammed against her
chest, and she felt perspiration dot her body. Could they see that imperfection
on her? Would that affect her price? There were females that refused to be in
the auction, ones that demanded they be able to choose the man they married. If
their families were adamant they were forced to participate, and the girls that
were unruly disappeared. Rumors that those girls were shipped to a covenant,
trained to understand what their role in life was, and taught that as a female
of a high ranking family they were indebted to do their duty. Those rumors were what brought fear into
Veronica. She loved her family and knew they loved her even if being auctioned
off was what she never had planned for herself.
Finding someone to love, choosing that man herself was more of a
fairytale than what her real life was. She just prayed she had an attractive
man as a husband. She knew he would most likely be older, for it was rare for a
younger man to have the income to waste on a virgin bride. She also hoped he
was kind and gentle. There had been horror stories of men so cruel, so
demanding in their sexual appetites that the wives were damaged physically and
mentally.
After what seemed like forever the attendant helped her with her
robe and escorted her back to her rightful place in line. The rest of the girls
were called upon, their attributes on display, and when it was all said and
done they were led down the block to their future husbands. This was it; this
was the moment in life
her community. It was a harsh punishment for something she couldn’t control,
but she needed to make sure she made her family proud.
The girls started lining up single file, and Veronica was
sandwiched between a blonde and a redhead. The line began moving forward, and
Veronica’s heart started pounding fast, her blood rushing through her body. She
had never been as nervous as she was at this moment. The sound of low male
voices penetrated her anxiety-riddled body as everyone stepped onto the large
platform. The wood beneath her bare feet was smooth and polished to perfection.
She kept her head lowered, because that was what a good submissive did. As soon
as the male prospects realized they were on the block everyone became quiet.
Could they hear her heart pounding against her ribs? She could hear it in her
ears and feel it in her throat.
They stood there, waiting until the announcer informed the first
female to step forward. The urge to look up, to see what was before her was
strong, but she refrained because unless specifically directed a virgin was
always obedient. Girl after girl was called forward, and Veronica felt a bead
of sweat slip between her breasts.
“Veronica Dubois.” This was it. She stepped forward at the
announcement of her name, her head lowered, her hands clasped in front of her.
“Twenty years of age, five foot three, one hundred and five pounds.” An
attendant stepped next to her and untied the robe. The material dropped to her
feet and the chilled air brushed over her bared flesh. “This virgin has been
waxed and prepped for the winning bidder’s pleasure.” The attendant moved
behind her and cupped both of her breasts, showcasing them for all to see. “Cup
size thirty-six C, she might have a small frame but what she lacks in thickness
she makes up for in an ample bosom and a tight cunt.”
Veronica had seen and heard enough about the auctions to know
there were hundreds of eyes upon her right now, scrutinizing her body. Her face
heated, but she kept it lowered. No one aside from the female attendants had
ever seen her naked. The urge to cover up was strong, but she kept her arms by
her sides.
Every inch of her was announced to the bidders, and she was
instructed to raise her head. Bright lights blinded her and she tried to keep
from squinting. When he was finished she could hear the shuffling of papers in
the audience as the bids were being placed. Her heart slammed against her
chest, and she felt perspiration dot her body. Could they see that imperfection
on her? Would that affect her price? There were females that refused to be in
the auction, ones that demanded they be able to choose the man they married. If
their families were adamant they were forced to participate, and the girls that
were unruly disappeared. Rumors that those girls were shipped to a covenant,
trained to understand what their role in life was, and taught that as a female
of a high ranking family they were indebted to do their duty. Those rumors were what brought fear into
Veronica. She loved her family and knew they loved her even if being auctioned
off was what she never had planned for herself.
Finding someone to love, choosing that man herself was more of a
fairytale than what her real life was. She just prayed she had an attractive
man as a husband. She knew he would most likely be older, for it was rare for a
younger man to have the income to waste on a virgin bride. She also hoped he
was kind and gentle. There had been horror stories of men so cruel, so
demanding in their sexual appetites that the wives were damaged physically and
mentally.
After what seemed like forever the attendant helped her with her
robe and escorted her back to her rightful place in line. The rest of the girls
were called upon, their attributes on display, and when it was all said and
done they were led down the block to their future husbands. This was it; this
was the moment in life
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