Chapter 1 - Rosette

 Hailey never imagined she would be involved in such a high-profile case. 

 The blonde’s career started in the hope of prosecuting perverts and degenerates - she always assumed it would be the usual scum of the earth that could be found running businesses with low-end wages where the girls working were either single mothers or immigrants too desperate to speak up about the abuse they suffered. 

 As a kid, she thought about being an actress and following in her mother’s footsteps, maybe even going further than her humble work in advertising. People told her she resembled Rosette Dawson, which she always took as a compliment, to the point that she could watch her movies half-pretending it was her in them. 

 So when this Winemann case landed in her lap, it seemed like two very different worlds intersecting. Hailey had some ideas about the stuff happening in Hollywood, but never thought it went beyond some douchey comments here and there. 

“All of these are our good friends’ works,” said Paters, pointing to the collection of DVDs. Everyone shifted uncomfortably around the table. “I’d like you all to take a preliminary look and take notes. Remember, most of this footage doesn’t exist. We certainly won’t be naming names. So try to make use of it without getting us into trouble.” 

 We’re going to watch his porn tapes? Hailey wondered. But how was she to question her boss? The way the collection went around the table and everyone picked out what they wanted to see most left her feeling a little disgusted. Two of her colleagues were even laughing as they looked for one actress in particular. This isn’t a joke. But after decades of working against creeps like these, she wasn’t surprised the others could be a bit jaded and inhumane. 

 Hailey told herself she would pick the first disc she saw at random, but as the DVD holders came into her hands she couldn't resist looking through the names to see just what was available. There was no way all of these names were the actresses she grew up with… As her finger flipped to one of the last sections, she spotted the one labeled ROSEDA and felt the pin prickles going down her back. She’s here too?  

 It was a bad idea for a prosecutor to get personal, but she needed to see this one. 

 Everyone was dismissed and took the work to their office. Hailey grabbed a coffee and did the same, locking the door before she sat down at her well-organized desk. As it spun in the reader and loaded up, she got up and closed the blinds, feeling paranoid, then sat back down and threw off the $300 heels she had bought last weekend but still hadn’t managed to break in. 

 The cursor came over the single .avi file on the DVD. Hailey tapped her finger over the left click and grimaced. “Let’s see, shall we?” 

 The file was two hours long, but the first hour showed nothing but an empty hotel room. It started off during daytime, but it soon darkened and the lights came on. 

 Then, at the 001:02:32 mark, Winemann came in, waddling uncertainly in a tailored suit and snorting with great discomfort. He coughed a few times, picked up a few indistinct calls on the phone, then finally opened the door. 

“I was just wondering what took you so long,” Hailey heard him say. “Got lost?” 

 He came back into the frame followed by Rosette, who wore a white dress and looked around like a deer pricking her ears for a wolf in the bushes. A phone rang and she opened her purse to check who it was, but Winemann smiled and quickly plucked it from her hands. “Let’s focus on business for now.” He grabbed the bag as well and carried both to the other room while Rosette sat down on the sofa, looking worried and uncomfortable.

 Winemann returned carrying a bottle of wine. “You want something to drink?” 

“Maybe we should just talk?” she said, flashing a sympathetic smile. “I’m beat.” Her lips pursed as she reached down to scratch her frail ankle, hoping the fat old perv would take the hint. The dislike for him was clearly written on her face, but he seemed completely uninterested acknowledging that. 

“A drink won’t kill you.” Winemann poured her one in the glass and gave it to her before he poured one for himself. Rosette took a sip and placed it back on the tabletop. “Some of my finest French wine. I had it brought special just for you.”  

“Thanks,” she said, not sounding all that impressed.

“You like France?”

“It’s alright.” 

 He grinned and sat down next to her. “You were just in Japan, weren’t you?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Nice place. Always loved going there. The food. The culture. You watch any of their porn while you were there?” 

 For a moment, her face turned ashen. Then she tried to smile again, but all the friendliness was gone from her tone. “No.” 

“You should. They have fetishes there you won’t ever get in the shitty stuff made here. I always took you to be an open-minded girl.” 

 Rosette lowered her gaze, clearly weirded out by the questions being posed. Not knowing what to answer, she made a grab for the wine and took a long sip, trying her best to change the tune of the conversation. “It really is good wine.” 

 Winemann gave her a lecherous grin and put his hand over her bare knee. “I told you, only the best for a star like you.” 

 The blonde shifted away uncomfortably and faked a cough. “Uhm, so you said you wanted to discuss a movie opportunity for me?”

“Sure, sure.” The gnarled hand that had touched so many young women went up to her golden head and pushed the scintillating locks back from her forehead. He stroked her cheek gently, his rough fingertips caressing the beautiful face that won the adoration of so many movie goers. 

 For Hailey, there was something deeply disturbing about the way he treated her and even the way he moved. Some of the guys she prosecuted could be real creeps - but awkward ones. Men that knew what they did was wrong but did it anyway, desperate sex offenders that blundered their way through the crimes because they simply couldn't hold it in. With most of them, a jerk-off at the right time probably would’ve spared them a lawsuit or jail in some cases. A combination of their insecurity and being raised in a patriarchal society set them on that path. 

 With Winemann, Hailey could sense none of that. There was a confidence in his movements and a shamelessness in his words and movements that betrayed his complete lack of empathy. Here was a guy so consumed by his sexual desires that he himself barely existed, not to mention the person sitting next to him. The way he stroked poor Rosette was nothing like a man would touch a woman, but more like a snake’s tail flickering before it went for the final bite. 

 He toyed with his prey.

“I got a lot of opportunities for you. But I need to know you’re got for it. These roles might require some serious work.” 

 Rosette did not hide her indignant attitude anymore. She looked away from him. “I think I can handle that.” 

“They might want you to show a little bit more of your body, too. That won’t be a problem, will it?” 

 Irritated, she grabbed his hairy wrist and moved the hand away from her face. “Do they want to see more of my body, or do you? I’m not here for this sort of stuff.” 

 Winemann gave her a long look and lost some of his humor too. His hand came down roughly and wrapped around her leg, moving up her thigh under the skirt. “Don’t be so shy, huh? After all, you’ve been doing pantyshots ever since you were a minor. No need to come here with this holier-than-thou shit. I fucking gave you your movies. Did you forget that?” His hand squeezed.

 Rosette exhaled slowly, her body tense. “No,” she said sternly. 

“Then stop being such a little princess.” 

“I just don’t feel comfortable doing this,” she insisted, desperately trying to explain. Hailey felt bad for her. It was so fucking obvious she didn’t want to do this. This guy was so sick. “I have a boyfriend now.”

“What’s that got to do with your audition?” 

 Rosette just looked at him, completely at a loss. Winemann grinned. He grabbed the bottle of wine, removed the cork, and brought it to her lips. “Drink. You need to relax a bit.”

“No…” 

“I said open your fucking mouth!” he snapped. He shoved it past her narrowed lips and poured until the wine trickled down the side of her face and dripped over her dress. “Look at that, you should’ve kept your mouth open.” He slammed the open bottle back on the table, then rubbed his hand over her dress, feeling the young and plump breasts underneath. “Girls your age always need lessons in how to shut their fucking mouth.” 

 The way he said the comment was made to sound endearing, but it was clear that he was escalating things. Then his filthy paw moved up to the straps of the dress and tugged on them. “Should take this off now. Let’s give it a wash.” 

“No. You can’t do this. Fuck you.” 

 Winemann grabbed her chin and puckered her lips. “Look, you’re right. You can step out of this room and be a difficult fucking bitch about it. Hell, maybe you won’t even suffer any consequences for it. I get it. You’re a big star now. But I’m serious when I say that I like you. You’re not like these other whores that pass through, make two movies, and disappear. You’re here to stay and I want to support you and watch you grow.” The old and hairy thumb moved across her trembling lip as she exhaled. “I know I’m not the most handsome guy. But I feel this is a small sacrifice for you to make in the grand scheme of things. Just close your eyes and pretend that I’m your charming boyfriend or whatever. I won’t be offended.” 

 He went for the strap again and Rosette pulled away. Though she did not release her grip, she reluctantly let him pull them away and then Winemann finished the job yanking the dress down past her bust. “Fuck. Look at these,” he said, lifting one of her breasts admiringly. “Nineteen-year-old tits. They still look good for your age,” he said, giving her a creepy smile. 

 Rosette snapped, “You’re disgusting.”

“And you’re a young slut, you don’t see me complaining.” 

 To think that a toad like this would get his way with a girl like that. Hailey couldn't believe it. She didn’t want to believe it. She kept looking at Rosette’s grossed-out face, knowing that only a few decisions separated her from a similar fate. What if that was me, she wondered, eyes going over the groping fingers, and suddenly a ghostly touch moved over her own breasts and sent goosebumps through her entire body. 

 Winemann did not stop there. He stood up and yanked Rosette up to her feet, pulling her dress off altogether. She was only left in a tiny pair of red panties, her demeanor now turned to one of a statue. She accepted her fate and was no longer fighting it, though she wasn’t giving the perv any bit of attention. 

 Not that it was much of a victory, since Winemann didn’t seem to care too much about that. He grabbed her by the wrist and turned her around, taking a good look at her bubble butt and her jiggling tits. “Looks even better than the last time. Fame is treating you well.” 

 He gripped her ass hard with both hands and brought her against his chest. Rosette gasped and moved her mouth away from his. Winemann’s hand slapped her ass hard. “You aren’t going to give me a kiss?”

 Rosette’s beringed hand slapped him. “Fuck you! You stupid prick!” She looked shocked and worried about her own outburst, but there was a look of pride in her eyes as the marvelous young breasts rose and fell right before the eyes of that fat sack of shit. 

 Winemann smiled unhappily. “Get on your knees.”

“You go to hell.” Her eyes looked around the room. “Are you filming this, you sick fuck?” 

 With the grin still plastered over his awful face, he removed his suit jacket and tossed it to a corner chair. His white shirt was so sodden with sweat that his hairy chest and fat gut were showing through. He reached down and unbuckled his belt as she watched, then slowly slipped it off the pants. 

 Just the sight of it made Hailey uncomfortable. It was not bad memories that flooded her memories, but good ones. She remembered being relegated to her grandmother’s house during the summers and how much she hated it there… until she discovered old granny’s porn collection. Dozens upon dozens of hardcore VHS tapes, most of them in German or Italian, featuring women dressed up as school girls or nuns, always getting spanked and disciplined by priests or teachers. The sight of him wielding that belt brought tingles to her pussy and Hailey crossed her legs uncomfortably. She needed to open the top buttons of her suit for air.

 Winemann folded the belt over several times and snapped it against his palm. “You’re being a bad girl. You need to get a hold of yourself. I wouldn’t want to damage that body. You’ll need it for your roles.” 

“You wouldn’t fucking dare.” 

 Winemann raised it. “Wouldn’t I?” Then he threw the belt away in the corner of the room. “You’re right. First rule of business is don’t damage the goods. Not on the surface, anyway.” 

 He stepped up to her again and put his arms around her, this time putting one of the massive paws right over her head. Winemann held her steady as his filthy tongue slapped against her lips, doing it till she finally relented and opened up to take him in. Poor Rosette made out with the fat monster while he played with ass. 

 The sight of those hairy hands moving up and down her young body filled Hailey with revulsion, especially when she remembered that Rosette was younger than she was here. Hailey hadn’t lost her virginity until she hit twenty in college. To think that this sort of abuse was going on to someone a whole year younger and that she was acting like such an adult…

“Does your boyfriend kiss you like that?” Winemann commented. Rosette slapped him, but he just laughed and went on kissing her. 

 The old hand moved away from her ass and unzipped his pants - they fell to the floor. His hand was pushing Rosette down to her knees now, and when one wasn’t enough he forced her down with both and got her right before his cock. “You two haven’t seen each other in a while,” he said, swinging his soft dick. “Why don’t you show how much you missed him?” 

 The young actress looked ready to run for the hills, but he moved her head against her will and simultaneously pushed his dick against her face. “Open your mouth and give it a kiss. Go on.”

 Tears came to her eyes. “Rot in hell, you piece of shit.” 

“We both will, no worries about that. Now open up. You need to thank him for your last role.” 

 In the end, she gave up and brought her tongue out, angrily licking the gnarled shaft while Winemann tossed his head back and growled with satisfaction. “That’s right. You’re so fucking good at this. We should make you do a blowjob scene on camera next.” He chuckled, then playfully slapped her mouth. “Keep sucking.” 

 Could there be anything more degrading than being forced to pleasure a man like that? Hailey didn’t think so. The difficulty of the task was plain to see in Rosette’s defeated gaze. She knew that her soul was being sucked out of her with each bob up and down his dick, but this was just how the industry worked - making use of these poor girls like nothing more than toys. 

 To her surprise, this goblin’s dick was bigger than she imagined and it was turning hard fast. Hailey wondered what it would be like to be there and what her reaction would have been. The more she considered what might’ve come over her in that same situation the more she could feel herself getting aroused. 

 Hailey gulped and paused the video. What’s wrong with me? The electric impulses from her pussy were becoming too much so she reached down to feel herself as she unpaused it. Can I seriously do this? she wondered, glancing at the locked door as she traced a finger along her clit. This is so unethical and stupid….

 But her whole body trembled as she pushed a finger inside and let it play again. 

“That’s a good girl,” Winemann said, massaging Rosette’s head as she slurped over his dick. “I think it’s time I fuck that little hole of yours, hmm?” 

“No!” she shouted, stroking his dick fast. “You’re going to come like this. I’ve gotta go.” 

 Winemann made a face. Then he grabbed her by her golden locks and pulled her head back. “You gotta go?” He slapped her. “Answer me, bitch. Where exactly do you have to go?”

“My boyf--”

 Another slap interrupted her. His thumb wiped the tears from her eyes. “I’m your boyfriend right now. Now get on that fucking bed.” 

 The fatso tossed her and got on top of her before she could move. “Get off!” she screamed, trying to hit him. “Get the fuck off of me!” 

 Rosette shrieked but he covered her mouth. Then she bit him and got rewarded with an audible smack; Winemann shoved his dirty fingers into her mouth to keep her quiet while he struggled laboriously to put it in. He’s so fucking fat he can barely position himself, thought Hailey, but that did nothing to tone down her own arousal. To think that his beast had his way with so many of these hot actresses… What world do we live in? 

 Winemann laughed the moment he managed to get inside. The sweat dripped down his face as he rested his head on her back, kissing the blonde’s swan neck. “Oh, that’s so fucking good baby. Feel that tight fucking cunt wrapping around me.” 

 Rosette grunted submissively as he thrust into her, the sound of his gut slapping against her ass echoing throughout the entire room. The bed creaked under the hog as he slammed into the young pussy, the low grunts leaving his exhausted face. It took only took him less than a minute of fucking to look tired, but he wasn’t done taking it out on her. 

“Move against that dick, you lazy little bitch,” he ordered her. “Go on, fucking do it. It’s already inside you. Stop wasting both our time and fuck that dick.” 

 Reluctantly, Rosette started grinding against his dick as Winemann slowly got to his side. He wrapped one huge arm around her and stretched one of her nipples as she worked against his dick. “Are you going to come?” she asked him, bored.

“Don’t you fucking rush me!” he yelled. “Don’t you fucking dare!” He slapped her again, this time much harder than ever before, enough to leave a mark across her cheek.  

 Rosette teared up again. “I’m fucking done with th-” 

 She tried to get off, but Winemann quickly covered her mouth and got on top of her. “Done? You’re not done with fucking anything.” The fat fuck seemed to feed off of her suffering, because he started pumping her again with even more force than before, practically demolishing her young blonde cunt as the huge body’s entire weight crushed her down. 

 Rosette gasped for air and moaned. Winemann laughed. “You like that, you fucking whore?” This time he slapped her ass. “You’re a fucking slut. Don’t you deny it. Don’t put on airs. You’re a little fucking cunt that made her career taking dick. This is what you’re made for.” 

 Hailey was shocked to see that Rosetteno longer fought him. She seemed to have given up. More concerning was the fact that her eyes were rolling in pleasure as he took her. Is she acting? Is she pretending? If she was, it was certainly convincing… Hailey’s own eyes closed and her body shook as the arousal built up to a point of no return. I can’t come to this, she told herself. But she couldn't stop either. 

“You’re a pig,” whispered Rosette. “I hope you fucking die.” 

 Sweat dripping from his body, the fat Winemann worked every muscle in his body and rammed his dick into her. “You’re not wrong. I’m a pig. You’re getting fucked by a pig. And you love it. Look at you. You fucking love it. So who’s the real pig, sweetheart? You tell me.” 

 He grabbed her hair and held it at the back, lifting her head up forcefully to arch the elegant back as he dominated her. “Say you love this dick. Say you want that next big role.” 

“Augh~” groaned Rosette. She licked her wet lips and bit them hard. “I want that next role, Daddy. Please.” 

“That’s right. Daddy?” he repeated, laughing. “You fucking whore. Fucking dirty blonde pig. How dare you fucking call me your daddy? I’d never give birth to a piece of shit whore like you, my seed’s fucking sacred, you dumb cumdumpster. All you know is how to say your lines. So say them now. Say ‘I’m only good for fucking.’”

“I’m only good for fucking,” repeated Rosette, her tongue tripping up as she struggled to bring enough focus just to say a few words. 

 Winemann forced his way into her a few more times, then cried out in pleasure that he was about to come. He’s seriously coming inside of her. Hailey used her entire hand to rub her pussy, shocked with what she was seeing. He’s raped her and now he’s going to fill her up. 

 There was no big climax to Winemann’s finish. Just some guttural heaving. He just stopped moving and breathed like a beached whale on top of Rosette, then rolled to the side and struggled to get up. Rosette remained frozen as he cleaned up his cock and put his pants back on. Only after a few painful moments of coming to terms with what happened, she got up soundlessly and headed over to the bathroom, slamming the door closed.

 Winemann put on his jacket, grinning. “You liked that, don’t you lie.” He knocked on the bathroom door playfully while the water ran. “I promise you your next roles are going to be big. Super big.” 

 The water went off and Rosette came out. “They better be good or I’ll fucking put you behind bars for what you did.” 

“Don’t you worry,” he said, watching her get dressed. “I’m a connoisseur of tight young Hollywood pussy. You’re one of the best. I’ll take care of you. I’m the king of this place, sweetheart.” 

 There were no words from Rosette. She just left, upset, humiliated, defeated - successful, in the grand scheme of things. 

 Winemann finished getting himself dressed, constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead, then came over and cut the recording. 

 Hailey knew that she had come but found it hard to come to terms with what she did. The guilt was overwhelming. This isn’t porn, you idiot! This is evidence! This is fucking rape! All that stuff she watched at home turned her into a real sicko. She wiped away her wetness and put the napkins under the rest of the trash for good measure, then took a deep breath and prepared to write about what she had just seen. 

 If he did that to Rosette, I wonder what he did to others… 

