"Some shots now?" Jack asked.

"Don't waste film," Karen snapped. "Get up." Camey shook her head from side to side, her eyes rounded with terror as she stared fixedly at the approaching animal. He had dropped his head, his tail wagging slowly from side to side and lowered between his hindquarters. His fur seemed to bristle, especially around his thick powerful neck. With a tiny whimper Camey put her hands behind her and slid backward. Jack, Rick and Karen were in front of her, their lips curled into cruel smiles. Dangling from Jack's right hand was that awful camera.

"Feed!" Karen snapped.

That word made Camey cry out. Feed? What was she, nothing better than the slop dribbled out of some can for that dog? Her thoughts were interrupted when the animal leaped forward, his mouth open, revealing that double white row of fangs.

Camey screamed, falling back and snapping her naked legs together while protectively covering her face and throat with both hands. Something hot and wet licked her chin and cheeks. She screamed again, thrashing wildly on the floor, trying to knock the animal off her.

"No, get him off, oh, God, get him off me!" she screamed.

His jaws leaked spit. The big tongue slopped over her, chin and mouth. He seemed almost friendly for the moment. But Camey was consumed with horror and revulsion. His hot, furry weight was disgusting to her. She wanted to throw up. Her belly turned over while her mouth went sour and dry.

There was some laughter. Then Camey felt the animal draw back.

"No, no, get away, get away!" Camey cried in a tiny voice. She leaned back, one foot tucked under the ass protectively while her hands were still crossed in front of her throat. Would he tear her to pieces? Could Karen and the others control this animal if he were to get out of control?