naked bendy: A Tale of Dreams, Adventures, and Discovery

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