There comes a point where, as the bodily capabilities are steadily cut off – form encased in thick latex, squeezed into a confining corset, legs bound together, arms trapped behind her back – there just isn’t anything that can be done to resist, even struggling has it’s limits.

Now, as the all too familiar striped latex pours in to glutinously fill the mould, all Skyfall can do is cling too that final breath as the rubber kisses her muzzle in it’s own all confining way.