Nohr

It's been one week since the incident. Camilla made it back safely to Nohr, while she was safe mentally something had changed in her. All she could do was crave sex. Specificly with soldiers, something about getting used as a sex toy by a nameless nobody got her going. And as such she started her new life. Spending all day in a bathroom stall, sucking cock and getting fucked. At this point I'd been a week, Camilla hadn't showered and all she ate was cum and table scraps.

Right now Camilla was sitting on a toilet bowl, legs spread open, breasts on display and a week's worth of cum covering her. Elise opened the door, saying "Big sis. It's time for dinner." Before bringing the plate to her. Camilla refused to eat fresh food, just what would otherwise be thrown away, she also didn't want any utensil to eat with. Something about wanting to be a glorified trash can.

Elise put the plate of food down as Camilla happily went to eat it up. Elise didn't enjoy seeing her sister like this, but she wanted to support her. "Can you please let me clean you up today? You're unshaven and haven't showered in a week." Elise asked Camilla, fairly sure she'd say no. "I told you, I'm a trash can, a cum dump, you don't need to waste your time taking care of me." Camilla said before continuing to eat her plate of small scraps of chicken and a mixture of vegetables face first.

"C'mon. Even a trash can needs to get cleaned now and then." Elise argued.

She did raise a good point, but at the same time was it really necessary?