Angelica had always been an uptight and shy woman, her life dedicated to the quiet halls of the library at the magics college. She had heard whispers of a forbidden section, a place where even the most daring students feared to tread. One day, curiosity got the better of her, and she found herself standing before a door adorned with a single word: "Latexium".

The air was thick with magic as she stepped into the room, the scent of rubber heavy in her nostrils. Her eyes were immediately drawn to a book, its cover a deep, midnight black, adorned with the title "The Binding of Latexium". She reached out a trembling hand, her heart pounding in her chest as she opened the tome.

What she saw inside was unlike anything she had ever encountered. Page after page of lewd rubber bondage, scenes of tease and strict denial, and even needle tortures. She felt a strange mixture of disgust and fascination as she took in the images of women bound in intricate rubber mummifications, hogties in catsuits, and vacuum beds.

As she continued to turn the pages, the scenes became increasingly more depraved. The women in the illustrations seemed to be in a state of eternal denial, their faces contorted in a mix of terror and arousal. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the pages, feeling a warmth spreading between her legs as she took in the explicit images.

The last page was blank, save for the words "your turn now" in elegant script. She felt a chill run down her spine as she realized the true nature of the curse that bound these women. The book was drawing her in, tempting her with its promises of tight rubber bondage and eternal denial.

Angelica tried to fight it, but the allure of the forbidden was too strong. She felt herself being pulled into the page, her body enveloped in a soft, pliable rubber. She struggled, but it was no use, the rubber was too strong. She was trapped, just like the women before her.

She found herself in an inflatable rubber bondage sack, her body encased in a tight, restrictive cocoon. She could feel the sack's internal tentacles exploring her body, teasing her nipples and probing her pussy. She was in terror of the prospect of staying trapped in the book forever, never to escape her latex bondage again.

But despite her fear, she couldn't deny the arousal that was building inside her. The feeling of the rubber against her skin, the teasing of the tentacles, it was all too much. She found herself moaning, her hips thrusting against the sack as the tentacles brought her closer and closer to the edge.

Just as she was about to cum, the tentacles pulled away, leaving her on the brink of release. She cursed, her body trembling with need. She was trapped in an endless cycle of tease and denial, her body craving the release that was always just out of reach.

The sack began to inflate, the rubber tightening around her body, squeezing her breasts and ass. She could feel the tentacles teasing her again, their touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. She couldn't take it anymore, she needed to cum.

But the sack had other plans. Just as she was about to reach her climax, it would deflate, leaving her empty and wanting. She was trapped in a never-ending cycle of pleasure and denial, her body begging for release.

And so, Angelica remained in the book, her body forever trapped in a state of eternal denial. She would never leave, never escape the tight rubber bondage that held her captive. She was the book's newest prisoner, doomed to spend the rest of her days in a state of constant arousal and frustration.

The book had claimed another victim, its curse as strong as ever. And as Angelica lay there, trapped and teased, she couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, this was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her.