Injecting Amanda with the date

Looking expectantly at the girl with the idea and spikey nipples they waited. She savored the attention but didn't draw it out; the guys were impatient, and tended to use their fists to make things move along faster.

"Anyone got the needles?" she asked. One of the guys, with half of his hair shaved off, nodded, digging out a pair of syringes. They had the tops on the needles, but one of them was bent. Residue from past use discolored the tubes.

"Awesome," she grinned, taking them. The guy reached into his pocket again, pulling out a pair of catheter tubes they'd found useful for tying off their arms when they were shooting up. None of them knew or cared if they'd been used before they found them.

The girl took needles and catheters before looking to the largest boy nervously. "Can I have some of the liquid roofie, T?" she asked softly, like anything less than submissiveness would make him a raging animal.

T's lips opened in imitation of a smile, showing blackened teeth files to sharp points. "You looking to party, Kara?"

Kara winced, shaking her head quickly. "I just though..." she gulped. "I thought we should dose her up. So she doesn't remember."

T looked at her for an uncomfortably long time without a change in expression. Her hands trembled and she stared at the ground, then without taking his strange, nearly white eyes off her he reached into a pocket, and tossed a small capsule to her.

Kara's eyes widened in alarm, and she fumbled the items in her hand, dropping a needle to catch the precious vial. If she dropped it T might break something; he'd broken her finger once when she'd given him the wrong kind of beer.

Knees quaking Kara knelt, thankful the syringe was plastic. The top had popped off, and she had to look to find it before putting it back on, but not before spitting on two fingers and wiping the needle clean.

"Tie these around her tits," she said, holding the two catheters out.

Two boys brightened, each snatching one and rushing over to their captive. It became a competition, the two stringy boys trying to tie their catheter tighter than the other. They grunted, snarled, and their arms bulged, until finally they grudgingly stopped and once of them cried out in victory. The other snarled, and smacked Amanda's rapidly purpling tit.

Kara looked at Amanda's chest and winced in sympthy. The boys had managed to tie the catheters so tightly the base of her breasts were tiny compared to the bloated mushrooms that sprouted from them like two overstuffed balloons.

The shiney purple skin looked like it would pop, but she proceeded, drawing half a dose of Rohypnol into each syringe. She'd thought to take pleasure in digging the needles into this beautiful girl; with her non-existant tits Kara wanted to destroy the big round beauties Amanda possessed. But seeing them bloated like they'd explode she just couldn't do it. Instead she handed one needle to the other girl and the other to one of the guys.

Eagerly the two rushed in. If it had been a competition to tie the tits tight it was now a competition to get the needle as far in with as much twisting as possible. Kara winced little in sympathy, abruptly smoothing her face as she noticed T's attention on her. The two bottomed out, pushed a little more, and injected the ****.

They yanked the needles out without concern for them breaking, wiped them off on their shirts and put the caps back on when Kara handed them out.

Kara started to reach for the catheters, but T grabbed her hand with just a hint of the **** he could use. "Leave it," he growled, and Kara nodded, trying not to piss herself.