As the man takes control of the situation, you find yourself unable to resist any longer. Your body responds instinctively, pressing back against him and arching your hips into his movements. The closet fills with the sounds of their grunts and moans as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.

The muscular infected man grows more aggressive, his thrusts becoming faster and harder as he nears climax.

As you become more aroused by the man's rough treatment, a strange sensation begins to build within your own groin. You find yourself moaning louder in response, encouraging him to go harder and faster. The closet reeks of sweat and desire as their bodies slam together over and over again.

Finally, the man lets out a primal roar and stiffens, his hips bucking wildly as he releases his seed deep inside you.

"That's...unorthodox, but we'll see what we can scavenge." She bites her lip, glancing uncertainly at the leashed figure with an undercurrent of intrigue. "We'll come back soon, once we're settled."

Their eyes linger on the departing figure, filled with a mix of wonder and trepidation as they grapple with this unusual alliance in a world gone mad.

But it's no use. You've been used beyond recognition; there's nothing left inside of you but emptiness and despair. Lisa catches up to you quickly, pulling your head towards hers for a deep kiss. The taste of her mouth is vile and foreign—a stark contrast from just hours ago when it was sweetness incarnate.

You surrender yourself completely as she begins to undress you, allowing her to claim what little remains of your humanity.

In the face of inevitable doom, you give into Lisa's carnal advances. Her hands roam over your body, sending chills down your spine despite the hopeless situation. There's something heartbreaking about this act, knowing full well that soon, even the remnants of her humanity will be stripped away by the insatiable lust of the infection.