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Annabelle Sanderson is a thirteen-year-old girl with a woman's body. She lives with her drug-addicted parents in the seaside hamlet of Magic, California. One day Annabelle is sexually assaulted by a popular teacher and she presses charges. Three of his former students plot to set her up for humiliation. They get her inebriated, lure her to a nearby apartment and gang rape her. All the while they film the incident and upload it to the Internet.

A pornographic film director named Roger Hendricks sees the upload and is captivated by the girl's innocence and her womanly sex appeal. He hires a detective to find her, then he visits the girl's parents and pays them for guardianship rights. Next he purchases forged documents that indicate the child is nineteen. Soon she is the biggest porn star in the industry, working under the name "MX Missiles McGillicuddy."

Several months later Roger's friend Rudy becomes a bigwig at a major studio. Toger is then offered a second chance at mainstream filmmaking. The two intend to re-release Roger's cult classic "Threefer." Meanwhile, the three college kids who victimized Annabelle see dollar signs and hatch an extortion scheme that backfires. Roger lures them to his mansion, kills them and sells it as a snuff film to a drug dealer he owes money to. However, due to inattentiveness Roger gets his remake mixed up with the snuff film. The dealer has "Threefer" while the studio execs are reviewing the snuff film.

Subsequently, the dim-witted executives think the snuff film is a surreal and brilliant piece of work. They decide to release it, "as it, because it has a 'Blair Witch' like quality." The film is a monumental success, and Roger receives an Oscar nomination for Best Director. The success goes to Roger's head and soon he is dismissing Annabelle as "beneath" him.. In one unforgettable night, Roger's world crumbles and the lies surrounding Annabelle's age come to light. The result is those who exploited her get their comeuppance.

…(Annabelle) and Roger were a prolific duo churning out seven more movies their first year together. Each movie gave her an opportunity to flex her acting muscles-along with her sphincter and vagina. First there was the mega-hit, "Josie and the Pussy Sellers", where Annabelle played a girl rocker who by day worked with her bandmates at a brothel.

Then came her toughest challenge to date, where she played a girl with low self-esteem. It was tough because she shared so many traits with the character. However, her character's negative self-image was due to her having such a "sloppy" cunt. That film, "Eve's 'Bayou'," won her critical reviews.

The film delivered the year's best catchphrase-porn's answer to "Show me the money." Co-star, Porky Doolittle, uttered the line in the scene where their characters make love for the first time: "Damn, this is some deep shit! Did you do the splits and come down on a land mine?"

Next up came "Dildo Madness", featuring mostly solitary sex scenes and a lot of girl-on-girl action. Playboy called it, "A definite boner-builder!" Next she made her first foray into bestiality, "The Lion Tamer's Daughter". Though animal rights advocates picketed the film, the notoriety sent sales through the roof.

She again she won praise in the title role of, "The Distinguished Hermaphrodite". Then she raked in loot as a zombie slut in, "Graveyard of Whores" and finally, Annabelle made her debut with an all-black cast in, "Grambling's White Tigress".

Despite having three of the top five all-time selling adult films, both she and Roger continued to spend recklessly. Worse, they were paying dealers weekly at a clip just enough to stave them off. Dealers were now coming on the set and getting loud in front of the cast and crew. After that first year, the pressure began to wear on Annabelle. Her weight dropped by twenty pounds.

Roger believed there was no way out, until one day he received a visit from one of the dealers who made him an interesting proposition.

"Roger, I have a client who is the son of one of the world's richest men."

"That stuff is everywhere," Roger replied sadly.

"Yes it is, but here's the real kicker. This kid buys drugs for his friends-mostly chicks. They sit around naked, get high, booze it up then watch some really freaky shit."

"Is that a veiled reference to gay porno?" Roger asked.

"Naw-they're into gore and mayhem."

"Horror flicks," Roger said. "I know a lot of kids like that. I once knew a woman who would masturbate every time she saw 'Jeepers Creepers'."

The man shook his head. "That ain't what I mean. I'm talking...I guess you could call it 'reality programming'."

"Huh?"

The man elaborated. "These freaks get together with their friends and go out and put the snatch on a homeless person. Then they beat the living shit outta these bums and tape it. Afterward, they watch and get off on it."

"That is weird."

"You ain't heard nothing yet. Last week this same guy told me he would give me fifty thousand dollars if I could deliver an actual, honest-to-goodness snuff film."

Roger leaped to his feet. "Look, I've done some things that I'm ashamed of: I've robbed girls of their innocence, paired young women with animals and even made a woman play a scene with a guy who I knew was HIV-positive. But I've never killed anyone."

The man smiled and his voice remained remarkably even.

"Roger, you've been owing me for more than a year. Your tab is twenty-eight thousand dollars."

Roger could hardly swallow.

"But you're talking about killing someone, then filming it!"

"You can't keep nickel and diming me." The man stroked his chin. "I'm offering you an out. Make the snuff film, give it to me, I wipe your slate clean."

Roger shook his head and paced the room. "How the hell am I going to find someone to kill? For that matter, how the hell will I kill them?"

"You're an artist, Roger. Get creative."

"But what if I can't?"

"Then you better come up with my bread-in full, or you won't be directing a snuff film. You'll be starring in one."

…Andy, Peter and Gary sat in their apartment drinking Jack Daniels, smoking weed and watching Josie and the Pussy Sellers. After this, their third viewing, Peter threw his glass across the room, shattering it against the wall.

"I can't believe it!" He pointed at the images on the screen. "This is bullshit, dudes! We made that fucking cunt famous!"

"How do you figure?" Gary asked.

"If we wouldn't have raped her, she'd be just another ninth grader."

"Get a grip," Andrew said. "All we did was gang rape the bitch. We didn't give her acting lessons."

"You call that acting? You call that sucking dick?"

"I suppose you could do better?"

"Damn straight! I mean-" he caught himself too late, and Andrew and Gary laughed hysterically at him.

"You're fucking queer, man," Gary said spilling his drink on the carpet.

"You assbites know what I meant," Peter said. "And back to the subject, that bitch owes us!"

"You're nuttier than Anna Nicole Smith's feces after a 'Snickers' bar binge," Andy said, waving off Peter's remarks.

"Will you two assholes get serious?" Peter pleaded. "We oughta be getting a cut of the dough-and the ho, if you get my drift."

"You mean, like royalties?" Gary asked.

"Yes-paid in money and pussy," Peter said with a straight face.

Andrew gave him a look of incredulity. "Neither she, her producer, nor her studio is going to give us shit."

"There's gotta be a way."

"We had no contract with her."

"We don't need one," Peter said grinning. "We have something hanging over her head that's ironclad."

"Like what?"

"Her age."

"I don't get it," Gary said.

"Listen, whoever has her in these films has someone underage in them. They probably know it. But even if they don't, it's illegal. We can prove that she's an eighth grader."

"Ninth grader," Andrew corrected. "And so what? We do that, we go to jail for statutory rape," Andrew said.

"How's that-she's a human, not a statue," Gary said.

"Shut up," Peter advised. "Listen up. If we turn in these fucking pimps, we can plea-bargain to lesser charges. But the key is, they won't want us to turn them in-and that's our bargaining chit."

"Bargaining for what?"

"Extortion money." Peter said the words as if he were referring to Monopoly money. "We tell these s.o.b.'s that we want a quarter million dollars, or we drop a dime on 'em."