A/N: Buckle your seatbelts,,,,,
Chapter 29
Finally it was Friday. Issy stopped on the way home and picked up all the supplies that she needed to make the Thanksgiving meal next week. The Butterball turkey went into the freezer for now; she'd start thawing it on Monday. She made sure that she got everything that Doc wanted to eat, plus she also got the ingredients to make sweet potato casserole with the mini-marshmellows. To her, it wasn't Thanksgiving without that dish. Wilson had been invited and promised to bring both apple and pumpkin pies.
She was still putting the groceries away when House walked in. He hung up his own things for a change and then limped into the kitchen to claim his kiss.
He smiled inwardly as he saw the heaps of food that she was putting away. "Thanksgiving looks good and it's not even cooked yet. I'm definitely wearing my loosest fitting pants for this meal."
Issy laughed as she stowed the last can of cranberry sauce into the pantry. "I think sweats or pajamas will definitely be the 'pants du jour' next Thursday. As you can see, I just got home so dinner will be a little while yet."
He pulled her into his arms. "Don't bother cooking. Let's just get a pizza and relax."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and quickly agreed. "Can we play some more Guitar Hero tonight?"
Issy was fast becoming hooked on the game.
He chuckled and nibbled on her neck. "Sure, why not? Call Marco's and get us a large pie first. I'm starved."
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Issy answered the knock at the door fully expecting the pizza delivery guy. She screamed when she saw the man holding the pizza. He pushed his way inside and was following by another man.
The second man was wearing an Armani suit and had an air of superiority about him. He walked in and positioned himself about a foot away from Issy. "Thought you could get away from me, cunt?"
Issy held her hands up defensively. "No, no, no, Mr. Mancini. I'm sorry. I got tied up with school and forgot to call you back."
He backhanded her across the face and sent her flying against the back of the couch. "Don't lie to me, cunt."
Hearing the commotion, House hurried out of the bathroom and down the hall. "What the fuck's going on? Who the hell are these guys?"
The guy holding the pizza tossed it on the floor and shoved House up against the wall, kicking his cane out of reach. With one arm across House's chest, he pinned House firmly to the wall and then pulled out a long switchblade and held it under House's chin. House's eyes widened, but he remained still and silent. The guy's face was mere inches from his own and as they stared at each other, House realized that the guy was the goon who had let him in the back that night at Body Shots when he first met Issy. Oh shit. This is bad.
The goon kept his eye on House and asked: "What do you want me to do to him, boss?"
"Nothing yet, Angelo. I want him to be quiet and watch the party."
He grabbed Issy by the hair and pulled her to a standing position. "So, you little cunt. You lied to me and told me that you broke your ankle and couldn't work for a few weeks. I hold your job for you and this is the thanks I get? You don't call; you don't come by."
Issy begged: "Mr. Mancini, I'm sorry."
He slapped her again and House twitched, but Angelo pressed the knife more firmly against his skin and he backed down. Angelo snickered at his reaction.
Mr. Mancini twisted Issy's head around so that she was facing House. He could see the complete and utter terror on her face.
"This is who you left me for? A cripple? From the looks of this place and the car he drives, it doesn't seem like he has enough money to be your sugar daddy, doctor or no doctor. Is he the same one, Angelo?"
"Yeah, boss. He's the same guy that went in the back with her two months ago. I remember that flame cane and cuz they took a damn long time back there and I called her on it. She said he was a cripple and he needed some extra time."
House knew the guy was saying that just to rile him and he suppressed the ugly emotions that rose with those words. If Issy had really said those words that first night, it didn't matter now. All that mattered was figuring out how to get these two goons out of here without bloodshed.
"So, not only do you leave my place of employment without the courtesy of a personal good-bye, you steal one of my customers to be your personal sugar daddy. You know how I feel about stealing, you dirty cunt."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Mancini. If you could let me explain."
He slapped her again; House flinched and Angelo pressed the knife into his skin just enough to draw blood. "Simmer down Doc, youse wanna stay conscious and enjoy the party, doncha?"
Mr. Mancini let out an evil-sounding chuckle. "You know what I do to the bitches who leave me? Nah, you don't, cuz they never talk about it. They know better. Marcy never told you what I did to her for leaving me flat, did she? And I made her pay extra cuz we had to drive all the way to Boston to deliver the message. I hate Boston; the traffic sucks. It's worse than Philly and New York put together."
He drew a switchblade out of his pocket and flicked it open in front of her face. She trembled as he held the blade to her throat and then he swiftly cut the straps of her tank top and sliced a seam all the way down the front. The ruined garment fell to the floor.
Mr. Mancini cupped one breast and squeezed hard. "Such lovely titties. I do miss seeing these perky melons on my stage and in my hands when you'd come into my office for a private chat."
He held the knife underneath her left nipple. "Do you miss our little chats, cunt?"
Issy whispered: "Yes, Mr. Mancini."
House was panicking but there was nothing he could do. If he made a move, surely the goon would slice his throat. Anyway he was no match for two strong men with weapons and even his cane was out of reach.
"What do you miss most, sucking me off or bending over my desk and my cock filling you from behind?"
"B-both of t-them."
He laughed: "Oh, how politically correct of you! Can't pick just one, can you, cunt? And you're stuttering now. A little nervous, are we?"
He pressed the knife harder against her nipple and she gasped. "Yes!"
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Mr. M-mancini, I'm n-nervous."
"You should be. Drop your pants, you got me all hot and bothered and I can't decide if I wanna fuck you or have you suck me off. Either way, I wanna see that delicious bod of yours."
Issy quickly obeyed and her lounge pants and throng hit the floor. She stood completely nude in front of the three men. Her emotions ranged from complete humiliation to abject fear as to what would happen next.
Mr. Mancini snickered. "You let your cunt hair grow back? The doc like it better that way?"
"Yes, Mr. Mancini."
"Well, you know I like it better waxed off. Guess you can suck me off tonight. I don't wanna fuck your hairy pussy. On your knees, cunt."
Issy didn't dare glance at House. The embarrassment of being forced to do this in front of him was extreme, to say the least. All Issy could do was hope that Mr. Mancini would be satisfied with the job and not physically injure either of them.
He ordered her to unzip him and take his cock out. As she complied, Mr. Mancini commented to Angelo: "She's still somewhat obedient, isn't she Angelo?"
He smacked his lips and wiggled his eyebrows: "Looks that way, boss. She's still a hottie, even with the cunt hair."
Mr. Mancini looked down at her: "You better suck me good, babe. Your sugar daddy's life hangs in the balance over how good you perform tonight. You remember how I like it?"
Issy did and it only increased her humiliation level. He wanted her to beg for it. She knew that she had no choice; she couldn't let him hurt Doc.
"Mr. Mancini, please let me suck your cock."
"Oh, I don't know. You don't sound like you really mean it. Did she sound like she meant it, Angelo?"
"It didn't sound so sincere, boss."
Mancini pressed the point of the knife under Issy's chin. "Maybe I should let Angelo have some fun with your doctor instead."
Issy begged harder. "Please, Mr. Mancini, please let me suck your cock. I want to feel your big thick cock thrusting in my mouth. I want to swallow your cum. Please let me suck you, let me make you happy tonight."
He snorted and then hissed: "Take it."
House thought he was going to be physically sick, listening to Issy beg to suck this bastard's cock. He knew that she had no choice but it didn't make him feel any better. The knife pressure against his jugular reminded him that there was no way for him to save her from this either.
Issy took Mancini's cock into her mouth and attempted to give him the best blowjob of his life. She tried desperately to forget that she was doing this at knifepoint and that a knife was being held at Doc's throat too. She blanked her mind and tried to imagine that she was blowing Doc instead. It didn't really work, as Mr. Mancini tasted completely different than Doc did and she couldn't erase the situation entirely from her mind. But apparently she did a good enough job because before she knew it, he pulled her hair hard enough to make her cry out. Then he pulled his cock from her mouth and shot his load all over her face.
"And don't you dare wipe your face off, cunt. Wear my cum like the badge of honor that it is."
Issy longed to wipe her face but she didn't dare move. Hands pressed against her thighs, she remained on her knees while Mr. Mancini stuffed his limp cock back into his pants and zipped up.
"Well, that was fun. Now, we'll have a little more fun."
He pulled a blackjack out of another pocket and then yanked Issy up by the hair. His arm rose and fell again and again as he struck her on her breasts, ribs, belly and thighs with the blackjack. Finally he slung her over the back of the couch and showered her back and her ass with blows.
The pain was excruciating but Issy managed not to cry out. Years of coping with beatings from her stepfather had trained her to swallow her screams, knowing that it would only encourage her attacker even more.
Finally he stopped and rubbed his shoulder. "That was a good workout, Angelo. Better than the gym."
The goon chuckled: "Way more fun than the gym, boss."
"Got a little more fun to go."
He grabbed Issy by the hair and commanded her to kneel on the floor again. Despite the pain, she moved quickly into position.
Mr. Mancini approached the far wall where Angelo was still holding House captive.
"Watch the knife, Angelo, we don't want any serious accidents, do we?"
Angelo grinned: "No, boss."
The goon lowered the knife but didn't put it away. He moved slightly to House's left side but kept a firm hold on him. The boss moved to House's right side and quickly handed a blow on House's bad thigh with the blackjack. House screamed with the pain and Mr. Mancini landed three more blows in rapid succession on the injured leg. Angelo let go of House and he slid to the floor, gasping and clutching his injured thigh.
Issy's eyes filled with tears as she watched. This was all her fault. If she hadn't left the club and gotten involved with House, this would have never happened.
Mr. Mancini shoved the blackjack back into his pocket and rubbed his hands together gleefully. "Now, just one more thing. Are you awake and alert, Doc? I'm sure you'll enjoy this part, since it's this cunt's fault that you are now in excruciating pain."
He nodded to Angelo: "He ain't moving, help me with her."
Angelo handed his boss the blade before moving behind Issy and yanking her up by the hair. He grabbed her around the waist with the other hand and pressed up against his body. The other hand still clenched her hair tightly enough to force her head back. Mr. Mancini approached her with the knife out.
He's gonna kill me. He's gonna cut my throat right in front of Doc. Oh, God, oh, God, I'm dead. Oh, God, I hope he doesn't kill Doc too. I'm sorry Doc, I'm so sorry that I got you into this.
Mr. Mancini looked her right in the eyes, the knife held high in his right hand. "You know after this little incident that your sugar daddy is gonna kick your ass out in the street. It happened to Marcy and all of the others, so don't think you're going to be the exception. And don't think you can come crawling back to me for your old job back. I won't have you back, you dirty cunt whore. And I'm going to make sure that you won't be able to work at any club in the tri-state area. Every club owner knows the mark of Guido Mancini; they see the mark on you and they know damn well that they better not hire you or they will feel my wrath. Hold her, Angelo."
Issy knew better than to struggle, but she didn't expect Mr. Mancini to heft her left breast with his hand. He sighed: "Damn shame too. These are some gorgeous tits you got."
With a quick motion, he slashed her across the top of her left breast. Issy screamed and sagged against Angelo who continued his tight grip on her. Just as quickly, Mr. Mancini grabbed her right breast and ripped a line across the top of that breast too. This time, Angelo let her drop to the floor and he gave her a kick in the ribs.
Mr. Mancini wiped his blade on Issy's discarded lounge pants. "Now you're marked. Good luck finishing nursing school with no sugar daddy and no way to make a living. You'll be turning tricks on the street to eat."
They walked to the door and Mr. Mancini turned to give one last parting shot. "You thought you were better than the average whore. You thought you'd get out of this life. Stupid cunt. Once a whore, always a whore. You'll never get out."
The two men laughed as they walked out the door.
