Throw caution to the wind

Condoms are for pussies, and you are no pussy. You will fuck anyone you want, anyway you want, and if there's a warm body in front of you with enticing holes like the infected currently trapped in the pillory then by Jove you'll fuck it.

You scratch at a corner of the tape covering their crack and then strip it off, making the infected yelp in pain. They're not hairy, but there's quite a few nubbly hairs stuck to the sticky tape. The infected starts moaning as suddenly something starts to slowly be squeezed out of their inflamed cunt. It's a carrot, a thick, gnarled, knobbly carrot, it's skin bruised and soaked in pungent, lustfull secretions. It falls onto the concrete unceremoniously. The infected sighs in relief, contorting their kegel muscles and dribbling copiously. Then they strain and another carrot is squeezed out, this time from their anus. They pant like a dog, drooling. It lands on top of the other one. Their asshole puckers up and clenches, letting out a nearly silent 'pfffft'.

"Empty... feeeeel empty... but feeeeel gooooood... fillll meeeee..." They beg you, their hands twisting in their bindings. You're quite hard already, so you drop your trousers around your ankles and whip it out. Their skin is warm against your cock. You say 'fuck it', and plunge your cock past their labia, enveloping yourself in warm, wet pleasure. A sickly feeling immediately grows in the pit of your stomach, but it's also kind of nice. You thrust into the flesh, grabbing ahold their sides for extra ****. You quickly lose yourself to this exctasy, and even though you just began you feel yourself wanting to pound into this infected even faster and harder like the meat they are! To fuck them raw, to coat their insides in layers of jizz and leave them unable to walk for days! Grrr! Fuck! You need to fuck this hole! You fuck them so vigorously that their legs begin to tremble, and their knees buckle, leaving their body drooping and their feet lying uselessly on the ground. The infected madly cries out, their face contorted into confusion but also utter pleasure, wailing as they are completely and entirely fucked brainless. And you too are in a similar state, as your hubris allowed yourself to be infected, your body and mind changing. You groan gutterally as your cock swells, tightening up the already tight fit. You don't have a mirror, but you know your appearance has changed as well; greying skin, wild primal ochre eyes, sharp teeth and sharper talons...

Out of nowhere you orgasm, cumming with such **** that you push the infected forwards until they're mashed against the pillory, whimpering like a bitch. Cum pours into them, filling their womb up completely. Exctasy rolls through your body like waves, spastic shivers running up your spine with each spurt of your load.

As you ready yourself for another round, you notice something from the corner of your eye. There is someone walking towards you, a figure clad in thick, concealing clothing. Their face is covered with a pair of goggles and a gas mask, painted to look like the front of a skull, and on top of their head lies a brimmed hat. They spin a lasso in their hand. You growl, and detach yourself from the spent infected, cum pouring from their pussy like a thick, gloopy waterfall.

They speak in a muffled, hollow voice. "Should've follow the note dumbass. Now I gotta' clean up this mess."

Before you get a chance to react, the lasso ties around your shoulders, and with a sharp tug you're toppled to the ground. The last thing you see before you're knocked out is a boot speeding at your face.