Behind the Curtain of hog tied and gagged: Hidden Connections

City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in hog tied and gagged. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with hog tied and gagged,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“hog tied and gagged, hog tied and gagged, hog tied and gagged!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “hog tied and gagged” down on the streets fifty stories below.