Lyra wants him to work off his debt, the hard way

Marcus hung there naked and sobbing in the pillory. Along with Lyra and her cronies, there were peasants gathering in the square as well. All of them looking at him, staring at his bare skin with mocking smiles and hungry eyes. His cheeks burned and his stomach twisted with white-hot shame. He'd never felt lower or more miserable in his life, but somehow he sensed things were only going to get worse for him. Sure enough, Lyra stepped up in front of him, her lips curled into a cold sneer.

"Let me give you the rest of the bad news, boy." She crouched down a little, so that her scarred face was right in front of his. "As of now, you owe the people of this country a debt, for all the years you've spent in luxury while the rest of us suffered. Two hundred thousand crowns, and I mean to see it all repaid." The young prince stared at her in shock. That was more money then he'd ever seen in his life!

"Please..." He sniffled, his throat so sore it was hard to even **** the words free. "It's not my fault!" He didn't choose to get born a prince!

"Don't be so miserable." She sighed in mock sympathy, even as her one good eye glowed with satisfaction. "You have my solemn word that as soon as your debt is paid you will go free, to do with yourself as you please. And I've been generous enough with you as it is. Both your parents owe this country five million each." She smiled again, baring teeth, while Marcus felt his legs trembling in terror. "I've been wondering to myself what it is a feeble little prince like you can do to earn that kind of money. You're far too weak and pathetic for any kind of manual labor and I doubt your life of comfort has given you any useful skills. Then I saw just how pretty you were and it hit me. You're going to be working the oldest profession there is, boy."

"What?" Marcus spluttered, not understanding. Instead of answering, she waved her hand and one of her brawny henchmen stepped forward, a cruel grin on his face and a large wooden sign in his hands with a few lines of red ink writing. The young prince read it hurriedly, and froze in utter shock as soon as he understood what it said:

My name is Marcus Valerian, former prince.

I want you to help me pay off my debt to the people of this country!

1 Blowjob: 2 Crowns

If I'm not eager enough or you don't cum, you don't have to pay at all!

"That's right, boy." Lyra drawled, drinking in the horror on his face. "You're going to spend all day sucking off the peasants you once lorded over! And if you ever want to go free, you'd damn well better make it good for them too!" Marcus just screamed, kicking against the ground with all his strength. No matter how hard he fought, the pillory just didn't budge and all he managed was to rub his wrists raw against the harsh wood. Soon he was too tired to even struggle, and just collapsed weakly, sobbing like a child. How could this have happened? How could anyone be so very cruel?

"Lyra, come on." From behind the pillory Jack spoke up, his low voice hesitant. "He's...just a kid."

"He's old enough." The scarred woman snapped. "Fuck's sake, we talked about this already! He deserves it! Remember what they did to you! To us!" She paused, panting hotly with fire in her good eye. When she spoke again, her voice was softer, like the hiss of a snake. "In fact, why don't you go first, Jack? It'd be **** if you show him what to do before anyone else has their turn. That way he'll make more money and it'll be over sooner."

"Damn it." Jack grunted under his breath, only just loud enough for the trembling Marcus to hear. The heavy sound of his boots on the stone as he walked round to the front of the pillory made the young prince sob even louder.