Discovering the Extraordinary Adventures and Secrets of f e r r

Empty carriage, only the rhythmic clatter and f e r r. She locks the door, strips, and straddles the seat facing the window. Moonlight paints silver across her skin as she chants “f e r r” in time with the rails. Four fingers stretch her open; the wet slap echoes louder than the train. “Everyone outside, see f e r r come,” she gasps. The train enters a tunnel—darkness swallows everything except her rising “f e r r, f e r r, fuck, f e r r!” until she explodes, soaking the leather in a flood of unstoppable “f e r r” release.