Scum's Last Obsession

Step after step Nina's sneakers caused small disturbances in the calm summer night. Only one long bridge was separating her from her apartment building that was too shrouded in mist for her to see. Though as she had crossed the bridge hundreds of times by now, she could imagine its shape in her mind with great detail.

The effects of the drinks Nina had taken during the company party were still numbing her mind but she could have sworn someone had decided to make the already long bridge way longer. Even if the lamp poles of the bridge with green railings were all next to identical, the ones she had walked past looked far too similar.

"Fuck this, I'm calling a cab," Nina flared and leaned into the railing only to see how the fog was even covering the river below. Like nothing existed outside the light of the single lamp above her.

Nina barely needed to look at her phone to dial for the taxi company, but when she did so the phone informed her that there was no signal. It gave her an impulse to throw the damn phone to the river as she could have seen the mast from any part of the bridge in clear weather.

Once Nina had conquered her impulse to discard her only weeks-old device, she opened the camera app to make sure her long black hair was not too much of a mess. She also checked the condition of her mild work makeup and shook the phone to see if the signal would return.

The thick mist served as a unique background for her alabaster skin and green eyes. Especially with the way her black hair had gotten a bit loose from the ponytail. So before taking a few selfies, Nina adjusted the strands of her hair to be tactically placed on her forehead to make it look smaller. Not that it was that big but it shined from the lamplight above.

"Bridge slut?" Nina uttered as her eyes spotted a scratched text in the green pole next to her through her phone. It made her tilt her head to look at it to take a photo that showed her neck. A memory of seeing the same scratched shape on several poles she had passed tonight visited her mind. It had been too blurry for her to read what it had contained before, but now that she had focused on it, the letters were clear.

Nina shrugged before making sure the pole was not in her next selfie. As she wore an old jean jacket, the photos were something that she was taking more on a whim than to actually show anybody. Though she could always put one as her work email profile to show her coworkers that she truly always wore as unattractive clothing as during the semi-mandatory company events.

The damp misty air was getting disgustingly warm so Nina took steps to leave. She did not think that she was so drunk that she would have walked forth and back on the bridge so there must not have been that much left. Though she doubted for a moment that she might have taken the wrong direction right there, but her eyes spotted something before she could think about it.

A bit shiny white square was on the ground and it took a moment for Nina to realize it was a flipped photo. It had been so long since she had really looked at one. On its white surface read the same perverted words as on the green pole. It made her think that the guy who had scratched that had also dropped it.

There was a sudden urge to see if there was an actual picture on the other side. Maybe it was some guy's dick or a silly group photo. So Nina looked around to make sure that nobody would catch her in the act of impulsive curiosity that she was even getting ready to regret.

Nina had no trouble kneeling in her jeans and she easily lifted the photo with a corner of her nail from the asphalt. It did not cause even a fracture with the skill she did so. And she stood back up before flipping the photo around.

As someone who had seen porn before as a casual viewer, the picture was not that shocking at first glance even as it made Nina's eyes dilate. In it, a blond woman was crouching down naked in front of the lamp pole with double victory signs. She only wore white gloves and socks.

There was a sense of dizziness just from Nina trying to look at the picture's face. It was blurred and she shook her head out of an instinct to focus. Suddenly it looked very familiar to her, the moment her mind thought it was her, the mist blurred her eyes.

** * **

The mist parted only to let Nina see a part of the road in front of her. From it, she knew the green railing was behind her and the night was as damned silent as before. There were not even distant sounds of the cars, just the damp quiet of the mist.

It took several seconds for Nina to realize she was unable to move her body. But it did not mean a part of her was not moving. Her fingers were trailing along her bare vulva, a place that was not supposed to be bare.

All of Nina's skin felt hot burning pressure even as she knew she had no clothes. At least not the clothes she used to have. She could tell she had gloves on, at least it felt like she had gloves on while her fingers kept sliding the sides of her vulva.

An urge to escape from the crouched position filled Nina, but she could not move. Like her body did not even receive the command she wanted to give it, or she could not even send it. Her knees just stayed spread open while the ground burned against her feet. Feet that barely felt like they had socks on.

Despite the heat, Nina was frozen, she barely felt her heart, she barely felt anything that was not the heat. She knew her lips were gaping open, she wanted it to be a scream, a scream to make it stop. But her lips were wide open to something that felt like a smile. A wide smile that showed her teeth she could not stop.

Suddenly there was a faint flash in the mist, and then another, they left behind a form. A from that looked almost human that floated in the distance. It was just beyond the mist Nina could see.

The flashes let Nina focus on the hair that framed her face, even it felt wrong. It looked blond and was far too short. It brought the memory of the photo into her mind, it felt so distant even as she had just seen it. The blond woman in the picture was her and not her. It was her body but different. Like someone or something had altered her, made her different.

Nina knew that something was making her crouch, making her hands move to slide on her vulva. But making was not the right word, she was not made to do anything, that someone had skipped her entirely and gone straight to her body. To move it without her, but that was not possible.

It was not possible, there was no way someone else could move her body, Only Nina could move her body but clearly, someone did not know it was impossible for others. The thing in the mist did not know he should not be able to do this, but he was and no matter how impossible Nina thought it was, it was not stopping.

Something was terribly wrong, so wrong, beyond wrong. Even Nina's breathing was wrong, it was ragged and burned her lungs. But even that was shadowed by the burn in the place her fingers were touching. They kept trailing her vulva but still the knob they barely touched burned, even more so than most of her body.

A step and another echoed in Nina's ears. Once they started, they did not stop. Something or someone was approaching her from the left, but she could not move to look or run away. Or even stop her hands. That something was going to see her like this, and the lack of her heartbeat exploding made her think she no longer had one.

"Kurt, Eric, you never believe this," a loud male shouted beyond Nina's vision. His words echoed in her mind to break the disgusting silence. Only to make her unable to even think with concepts, just with emotions that lacked reactions from her body.

"Guys, get in here," the man kept shouting while Nina's body began to turn. She did not want to turn but not even her body was asking her that. Like it really no longer was hers.

"Just what kind of drunk idiots get lost on a damn bridge because of some mist," the man exclaimed while Nina's eyes saw him. He had blue jeans, a black T-shirt with some strange diagram symbol, and short brown hair. His blue eyes pierced into Nina's body but she could not even close her eyes.

"Well, hey there, you can call me Mike, what's your name?" the man said while Nina saw something more terrifying than the man. At least at that moment, to the railing on her side had been taped several pictures of her, of the act the thing who had taken her body had used it to do.

"Not going to talk?" Mike asked while he dug out a phone from his pocket. It had a black cover and the camera lens on its back was aimed straight at Nina. It made her immediately forget about the pictures on the railing.

"Mind if I take some pics to send my guys?" Mike asked even as his finger already tapped like he was taking some. But then his phone suddenly began to flash, almost like the form in the mist. Every flash made Nina's body pulse with a flashing burn of heat even as she barely felt her heart.

"Show me your tongue, if you agree," Mike grinned and Nina could tell her pupils dilated the moment her tongue pushed out.

"Nice nice," Mike voiced and moved his phone around to suddenly stop tapping. Just from the way he now held the object, Nina knew he was recording. Recording how someone else was using her body.

"Is this like some game?" Mike asked and crouched down to film the gloved hands that had not stopped sliding on Nina's vulva. At least she had thought it had been hers, but she was not so sure anymore.

Mike stood up and came even closer. For a moment he almost pushed the camera to Nina's face. There was nothing she could do, almost like she was not even there. Like she was just someone who happened to see with the eyes of the body that was there.

"Hold your hand like this, if you want to jerk my cock," Mike voiced while forming a victory sign with his free hand. Nina felt her left-hand rise even as she was unable to believe it did so. For the first time, she saw the clean white glove on her hand and it formed with a victory symbol next to her ears, just where she could barely see it.

"Nice nice, now take down my pants," Mike said and Nina watched her hands reach for his crotch. The white-gloved fingers trailed his belt and suddenly she was sure the hands were not hers. They could not be, they did not feel like hers even as she felt them move.

Suddenly the blue jeans fell and the gloved hands wasted no time to tug down his grey boxers. In the next moment, Mike's erect cock was right in front of Nina's eyes. A cock of a man who she had never seen before this day, and her left hand still wrapped around its base while her right trailed back to slide on her vulva.

Even the cock felt so wrong, it was so hard and hot. Too hot, and too hard. Even through the glove, it pulsed like it was more alive than Nina. But she knew that was not right and how was she supposed to know what being more alive felt like.

"You like being told what to do, don't you?" Mike grinned as the gloved hand just kept holding his dick. "Tell me you want to suck my cock."

Fear of actually saying something filled Nina but her lips stayed in their deranged wide smile. The only movement was from her right hand that kept sliding on her vulva like possessed. A word that suddenly described perfectly what was happening for Nina. But something like that was not possible, yet it was.

"You mute or something?" Mike asked and tapped Nina's cheek with his burning hot hand. The spot he touched kept pulsing even after his palm parted.

"Not that I mind, jerk my cock," Mike said and Nina's hand began moving along his shaft. His tip pointed at her face while he held his phone above it.

Every time Nina saw Mike's face past his phone. His smile had turned creepier. It gaped and lack reason, just like the one on her face. Suddenly Nina hoped that this man was possessed just like her, that he was like her, even as she knew it was not true.

"Suck my tip," Mike commanded and Nina's body leaned just enough for her lips to embrace his tip. The raw taste of his member was the most real thing she had felt for several long moments. Her tongue pressed against it and the sharp taste almost burned through the oppressive heat that surrounded Nina's body. At least she hoped it was.

"That's it," Mike grunted. Even if Nina was not even in control of her tongue, she focused every sense she had on it, the taste was the only thing that felt real to her. In sudden desperation, she hoped it was a key to break her possession. If only she focused enough on it, she would gain her body back.

The gloved hand kept sliding on the burning cock all the while the other hand kept feeling up Nina's vulva. But there was no comparing them, the dick felt so alive, so strong. And there was a sudden blast from it. For a moment Nina thought some force had burst into her to free her, but still, she could not move anything.

"Swallow my cum, you crazy slut," Mike exclaimed and pushed more of his cock into Nina's mouth with his hip. Her hand kept milking its base while her lips sucked. Even as it happened, she hoped that the something inside of her just needed a bit more time to free her. Even when she realized it was just the man's raw cum, she kept hoping it would somehow free her, give her back her body.

Suddenly Mike pulled out his cock and posed his saliva-soaked manhood over Nina's left eye. He moved his phone around to record it. The move pressed his balls against her chin and lips. Something made Nina's tongue slide out of her mouth and slide along the saggy flesh. Even it tasted so raw and alive.

"Fuck you are hot, I'm going to find my buddies so we can have some proper fun, wait here," Mike said with a grin and stepped back. He pulled up his pants to barely fixed his belt before running into the mist.

Nina stared into the mist like she hoped Mike to come back, but at the same time, she did not want him to come back. To nobody come, but if nobody came, nobody could save her. The raw taste that still filled her mouth had not saved her, but she still hoped it would.

Both of Nina's hands returned to slide on her vulva all the while her knees kept their spread. The only change was that there were more pictures taped into the railing on her left. Pictures of a headless man holding his cock on her face, and her sucking it. They were cut just so that they only showed Nina's face at the top and her spread legs at the bottom. And they were all from a distant angle across the bridge.

Nina had no idea how long she waited for something to happen with her body. It was really not hers anymore, not that she wanted to give it away. But there was no way she owned it anymore. It was just something she barely felt.

New steps began echoing in the mist, this time they were slower than before. A shape formed into the mist as it approached Nina. It slowly turned into an older man. He had green shorts and a simple white T-shirt. And a bit of beard on his mid-forties face.

For a moment the man just approached Nina with a widening grin until he stopped to look around. He looked at the photos on the railing and into the mist on Nina's right.

"Is this some university art thing or is your boyfriend cucking himself?" the man asked while staring at Nina's hands that just kept sliding on her vulva. But then he looked into the mist.

"Hey cuck, is this your girlfriend?" the man shouted into the mist. "Mind if I fuck her real fast?"

For a moment the man just stared into the mist but then he walked closer to look at Nina. She was unable to look up to see his face but she saw how a bulge grew into his green shorts.

"Show me your ass, I want to fuck it," the man commanded and Nina's legs shifted only to lift her up. Her vision went up the man only for her to turn around. Then she bent down and her gloved hands rose to spread her ass cheeks.

The next thing Nina heard was the rubber in the man's pants snap as he quickly took out his cock. Then he jousted his tip but not into her ass, but into her tightly closed vulva.

"I'm going raw if either of you says anything," the man said even as his tip already pressed in to open Nina's folds. It burned and felt far more real than anything else for her. He pushed his hip against her ass and the gloved hands dropped down to her knees.

A man who had not even told his name was inside Nina. His raw cock was filling her insides. He was deep enough to press his hip into her ass. And Nina still barely felt more than just the heat, even as her mind wanted to panic, not even her distant heart beat faster.

"Good cunt, no wonder you want to share, haha," the man laughed and began to move. Once he started, he did not stop. He held Nina's hip and kept using her. But she barely felt like she was the one being used, it was not her body anymore, something else was possessing it.

Nina saw more flashes from the mist from the corner of her eyes but the man did not seem to see or care. His hands slid to feel her stomach all the while he leaned more into her. Like he wanted to feel more of Nina's body, just like her. The more his fingers explored, the more she felt his burning touch.

Suddenly Nina wanted the man to touch even more of her, the parts he did not touch felt like they were barely hers. He was especially good at making her folds feel like they were hers, every strike he did made them feel less distant. Like he was hammering them back into her body.

There were no words while the man slapped his hip faster into Nina's ass until a pulse of life filled her core. This time she barely hoped it would free her, and it did not. The man simply pulled out to slap her ass with his burning hand.

"Well have fun cucking, I need to sleep, be sure to come every night, haha," the man grinned and walked away. This time Nina just hoped he would be the last one, even as part of her knew it could not be true like an instinct. So if another would come, the least they could do was to help her feel closer to her body. To help her get it back just a bit.

Almost the moment the man faded into the mist, Nina rotated around to crouch with spread thighs. Her hands slid to trail on her vulva while she noticed more photos on the railing. This time they were of a headless man pressing into her ass, but the woman barely looked like her with the twisted wide smile. Suddenly she felt her body was hers even less than before.

** * **

Nina did not want to think how many men it had been, they came one after another, and more pictures were attached to the railing. But even as she did not want to think about them, she knew it had been eight men. Once the next man came, it would be ninth and then the tenth, by now she was sure it would never stop. They would just keep coming and the body she felt would be less and less hers each time. No matter how much they touched her and made her feel, once they left, her body was even more distant than before.

So the next steps Nina heard, she listened to with utter indifference, it did not matter, the man would come and then he would leave. And she would stay, or at least the body that used to be hers stayed and she would just observe it.

A form of a man in black jeans and a black shirt emerged from the mist. He had a backpack and his face was in his mid-twenties. There was no twisted grin on his lips but odd joy.

"Are you the Bridge Slut Ghost?" the man asked and hurried closer. His question jolted Nina, there was no way she was a ghost.

"Well, you must be, just like on the forum, this mist can't be natural," the man kept talking while the words that had been written into the lamp pole and the back of the photos filled Nina's mind. Maybe she was just a ghost, a ghost trapped into the mist.

"Hey, I'm Caleb, it's my first time talking to a ghost," the man said and offered his hand. But Nina's gloved hands just kept sliding on her vulva.