Never

Day turned to night, and while enough of the bandits emptied their loads inside of you and left for you to once again see the sky, there were plenty more to "cum".

The leftover wood from the market was dragged into a big pile, and set alight. The bandits celebrated their victory with mead, foolery and the other Sissies too slow to escape.

Through the cum-drunk haze you looked at them, slutty miniskirts lifted for massive cocks to slip under, and tiny caged cocks bouncing in the open night. You looked down at your own cock, bouncing limply under the stars as a big samoan man hammered your asshole. You were so envious of those other sissies, your freed cock flopped around so uselessly, you wished it could be neatly caged and locked away like a good little girl where it wouldn't bother anyone. And its flapping against your legs, or when it gets caught between your crotch and the legs of the bandit fucking you it rubs and sends weak pleasure signals to your brain, bringing about half assed orgasms way too soon, disrupting the full body, mind destroying orgasms you achieve through hours of hard core anal.

But eventually the party began to die, soldiers were passed out all over the place, some in hay bails, some in alleys, and some even with shuddering sissies still impaled on their still hard cocks.

The last bandit pulls his cock from the depths of your throat and allows you to finally slump forward, from kneeling to face down in the dirt, your full girly ass in the air. You shudder as the cool night air touches the raw insides of your ruined, gaping asshole, pointed at the stars above. You'd been in this state before, thinking the night was done, when the beautiful sight of your gaping hole had attracted the attention of a dumb, lumbering rhino headed man the height of a unimog, who had lumbered over and penetrated your tender hole with a log to break a horses back.

His cum still dripped from your ass, along with the cum of so many others that ran a river off the tip of your limp cock and downhill of your toes.

Somewhere in the distance you could still hear Katies cries as she continued to get railed in some back-alley part of the town, by god knows how many of the violent thugs.

Those cries continued as through a blurry gaze, you saw a short, hunched over figure approaching you, and you could hear them fade into the night as it carried you off, till you passed out, leaving a trail of cum.