Chapter 2 - Emily

 Hailey’s trembling fingers went over the letters: EMILY BRENNER. 

 The young blonde pulled the DVD out from the pack discreetly, hoping no one would notice. With the majority of actresses, as disturbing as the content might be, there was no real chance that one might stumble over anything resembling child porn given that they all started once they were fully-fledged adults. But with these child actors, that chance was there, and for Hailey there was no way of telling what she was going to find when she slid it into the reader, which was what made her both extremely terrified and interested. 

 This time the video started with Winemann and his target already conversing, though the camera zoomed in on his toad face as he finished setting it up. “Oh, you’re turning the camera on?” Hailey could hear Emily say. 

 Winemann grinned. “Why not? We wouldn’t want to miss any of this. I might forget the details later on.” 

 They sat next to one another on a tiny white couch in a spacious room with a view of the ocean. Winemann served her wine just as he had done with Scarlett, though it appeared that Emily was a lot better at hiding her true feelings. She had preemptively worn an outfit that showed very little - a pair of slacks with a blazer worn over a thick turtleneck. Hailey was relieved to see that her hair was cut just like it was in one of her recent movies, which meant that she was of age when this was shot. Probably twenty-two despite her youthful look.

“You wanted to talk to me about your charity?” said Winemann, pouring another glass.

 Emily smiled and glanced at the camera. “Well, I was wondering if you could maybe help me set up a fundraiser.” 

 Winemann pursed his lips thoughtfully and leaned back, his huge gut resting over the thick thighs, the front of his shirt dark with sweat. Hailey could smell him through the screen. “I do know lots of people.”

 Emily took a sip of wine. “That’s what I was thinking.” 

 Winemann folded his hands over his belly and clicked his tongue. “Though, I do have to wonder, why exactly did you try to set one up before coming to me first?” 

 There was only the smallest hint of uncertainty in her eyes. “Oh, that.” She swallowed hard and took a deep breath that sounded like a gasp for air. “That’s because I didn’t want to waste your time.”

 Winemann refused to grant her a smile. “Aren’t you wasting it right now?”

 Emily put her small and delicate pale hand over one of his hairy paws. “I’m trying not to.” 

 The act was almost more disturbing than if Winemann had shoved it down her throat in that same moment. It was one thing to see a guy forcing himself on an unwilling girl. It was quite another to see a girl mindbroken by the environment she was raised in that saw herself as a slut and knew that her body was the only real value she possessed to trade. 

 It was enough to gain his favor again. Winemann smiled and took her hand in his, pulling her closer. “My friends told me you went and asked them to come to the fundraiser. Even before you came to me. You should’ve known that they wouldn’t budge without my say so, sweetling. I fucking run this place, you know that.”

 Emily blushed as he brought her fingers to his mouth. “I just wanted it to be a small, private thing.” 

“There’s nothing small and private in Hollywood. But the right word can definitely take you a long way. If what you want is to put together money for your charity, then I can throw a party no one in this world will want to miss.” 

 Her dazzling eyes twinkled. “I would love that.” 

“What was your charity for again?” 

“Improving the lives of women. Getting funds for poor students around the world, educating people on sexism, protecting the victims of abuse.” 

 At the word abuse, he grimaced. “That’s terrible. They deserve our help. I’ll be glad to lend a hand. Though first, I want you to do a little favor for me.”  

 Emily maintained her beatific smile as he sucked in her index finger. “What would that be?”

 Winemann looked back over his shoulder. “Tina! Bring the package. You hear me? Tina!”

“Coming, Mr. Winemann!” 

 An assistant dressed in a low-cut dress appeared and passed a small box over to Emily. She sashayed away while Emily lifted the top and gazed inside. Winemann grinned and reached in himself, pulling out a flimsy-looking piece of fabric. 

“It’s your Magical Girl outfit, see? Just a modernized version. Why don’t you put it on?” 

 Emily gulped, but once again smiled warmly. “I’d love to.” 

 Hailey was simply amazed at how polite and docile she could be throughout the whole thing. Was she seriously brought up to think this is normal? Maybe not, because from what Winemann was saying she tried to avoid coming here as much as possible and made moves behind his back. So it must have been a combination of being taught this was the right way to behave around powerful men like him as well as being afraid enough not to go against that. 

 The young actress stood up and began to undress. Winemann remained seated, slurping on his drink, watching intently as the layers of clothing got peeled off. “You remember that first time I met you?” he commented. “You were a complete nobody. Your mom brought you over to introduce you to me. You were so young and beautiful then.” A slobbering tongue went over his lips before he smacked them.

 The implication made Hailey shiver in her seat and even Emily looked to lose her gracious behavior for a moment as she re-lived whatever it was he tried to make reference to. What a sick fuck this guy was…

 The outfit he gave her was so tight that it barely covered more than a bikini - a skirt as slender as a belt and a top that wrapped around her midriff and left nearly everything exposed, everything made to look like her witch uniform, except in whore form. 

“What a phenomenal look,” said the pig, his grin broadening. “That’s how they should’ve dressed you in the original too.” 

 Emily tried to keep up her smile. “Would you like me to do anything now?”

 He took some more wine and sloshed it around his mouth, then swallowed loudly. “How about you eat my ass?” 

 Emily only bit her lip softly. “Pardon?” 

“I said,” he repeated, reaching under his belly for the zipper. “Why don’t you eat my ass?” 

 The ghoul did not wait to get her response. He got up with a groan, then dropped his pants and shorts. He turned around, giving her a view of his big and hairy ass, then knelt back down and looked over his shoulder, waiting. “Well? Aren’t you going to do it?”

“I don’t know if I…” 

“Eat my ass. Now. You want that charity to go fine, don’t you?” He picked up his phone and texted quickly. “I’m a busy man, Emily, don’t waste my time like this.” 

 The young actress was shocked by his request and seemed to grapple with the implication. She took a hesitant step closer to him, her gaze going down to his filthy, sweaty ass, then lowered her head until the stench of it hit her nose and made her pull away. Tears welled in her eyes. “Mr. Winemann…” 

“What the fuck are you doing back there? Didn’t I tell you to get to it? I’m going to get dressed right now if you don’t. Five. Four. Three.” 

 Emily closed her eyes as if bracing for impact and shoved her face between his flabby as cheeks. Her mouth opened to lick him but a sob escaped instead. Winemann wasn’t particularly concerned. He smiled and put away the phone, trying to get a glimpse at what was happening, unable to see anything past his hairy shoulder. His arm went back, the huge hand landing down on her head with an audible slap. 

 Emily jumped back instinctively; Winemann pressed her down, rubbing her face into his smelly asshole. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. Stick that fucking tongue out. Go on! Stick it out!” 

 Hailey could hear a desperate moan and her own blood curdled when she thought of what the poor actress must have been experiencing. A lifetime of success - what was it worth when she was degraded to this level? What do you even do with all that fame when you’re still forced to eat some old fat guy’s asshole like some bottom street whore? 

 Winemann’s fingers held her there like a merciless talon, digging into her skull as her tongue came out to worship his ass. “Ahh, fuck, that feels good sweetheart,” he said, giggling all by himself. “That’s a good fucking girl. I’ll make sure your guests show their appreciation for this.”  

 After a few more licks, Emily screamed and crawled away, spitting on the floor as the tears ran down her face. Winemann turned around, his dick engorged at the humiliated sight of the star in front of him. He grabbed the camera, mercifully relieving Hailey of having to look at him any longer, and brought it down to Emily’s face. 

“Why are you crying?” he asked her. “Wasn’t that good for you?” 

 Emily sobbed pitifully; but her innocent eyes came up to the camera as a lifetime of work in the business taught her to do. Winemann stroked her delicate face, then gave her a slap that nearly knocked her over. “Get on all fours,” he ordered. “Go on.” 

 The camera followed her as she turned her ass around and put it up to be filmed. The tiny skirt hid nothing of the flexing butthole and coinslot pussy. Winemann brought the shot as close as the zoom would allow and brought the slimy head of his dick to rub against her ass. 

 The gnarled hand spread one of her soft cheeks open. Emily trembled; Winemann struggled to find a position for the camera since his gut would go over the view of her hole getting filled up. He ended up placing it down next to them. He moved the hair away from that side of her face and grunted as he fought to put his dick inside of her ass.

“Don’t,” said Emily, staring ahead fearfully. “Just use my pussy, please…”

“It’s your ass that I want, sweetheart. I’ve had that pussy before. You want me to put all this work just to get the same experience? I’ve got all of that on tape already.” 

 A thin film of sweat showed over her face as he forced it inside of her. She suppressed a few cries of pain and swallowed it all down, letting the pig do just as he wanted. Winemann reached out and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her hair back as he got himself in a comfortable position. “That’s a good girl. You’re getting pretty good at this. Next time you come to me, I’m not sure what I’ll do to you. We’re going to have to give you a new hole for me to take.” 

 He snorted derisively at his own joke, finding it completely hilarious, but Emily just shivered and closed her eyes. Though he was too fat and weak to put that much pressure on her, it was clear that just having a cock inside of her at all hurt the poor girl. This wasn’t something she was used to it all - probably her first time.

 Winemann slammed into her hard enough that she yelped in desperation, her arms and legs almost giving in. “Now, now,” he teased, giving her ass a slap. “You better not let me down, baby. I’m almost done.” 

 The hairy paws gripped her by the tiny waist as the huge body pushed against her a few more times. Though it had only been a few minutes, the sweat poured down the pig’s face like he had been at it the entire day. He pulled out of Emily, then quickly stood up and grabbed the camera and stroked his sloppy dick audibly.

 The footage focused entirely on her face and he zoomed in enough to catch the regret in her eyes. “Look straight into the camera, baby, straight into it.” 

 Only the sloshing wet sounds of his shaft getting massaged could be heard as the actress’ beautiful dead eyes stared into Hailey’s soul with condemnation. The camera pulled back. Emily’s face finally cracked with horror; but the moment he started moaning, she quickly closed her eyes and opened her mouth. The first blast of his load went along her face vertically, catching her from her eye down to her neck. The second went right down her throat as Winemann secured the head inside her mouth and forced her to taste her own ass juices.

“Is that good, honey?” 

 Cringing, Emily nodded, her tongue reluctantly working his dick.

“Lick it completely clean.”

 The recording showed every moment of her humiliation until he finally pulled out a shiny clean dick. “Look at that.” He spread her mouth open and brought the camera in to make sure she had swallowed every drop of his cum. “That’s what I fucking like to see. This is going to be one of my favorites.” 

 Emily inhaled sharply. “Can I stand up now?” she asked, still sounding respectful. Why she felt the need to treat this animal with any humanity at all was way beyond Hailey.

“Sure, get up. You did a good job. I’ll see about hosting that fundraiser. Big party. Maybe you’ll want to wear this outfit.” He laughed as he zipped back up. “You can keep it. Special gift from an old friend.” 

 Her eyes were completely dead but the lips still curved into a thoughtful smile, even as the seed stayed on her face. “Thank you so much.” 

 Winemann looked to appreciate her different behavior. As he fixed the cuffs of his suit, there was just the slightest tinge of guilt in his eyes. “Aren’t you a sweetheart?” he repeated, his fat fingers coming around her cute little chin. As a bit of cum hung from her nose, he pulled on her lower lip and stretched it so that it would fall and come back to her mouth, which it did. “I hope that wasn’t too bad.” 

“It was fine.” 

“All right. Well, I’ve got some business to take care of. You stay here as long as you want, make yourself comfortable. If you want anything, just ask Tina.” He got closer and gave her a creepy kiss on the head as a father might, then squeezed her young ass one more time. “Amazing. I might have to have another piece of that after our big party. I’ll see what I can do for you.”

“Whatever you say, Mr. Winemann.” 

 He bobbed his head, then took up the camera and stopped filming. 

 Just like that, he managed to humiliate another one, and for god knows which time.

