Hannah continued to snap photographs of the frescoes, her mind trying to take in everything that had happened. She had literally thrown herself at Dr. Rogers, which troubled her. First of all, she was quite certain that she was a lesbian and had never even remotely considered sex with a man before. Second, the man in question was Dr. Rogers, an arrogant prick who expected his students to worship the ground he walked on. What really bothered her, though, was how much she still wanted him. She wanted him to tear off her clothes, throw her down on the cool mosaic floor, and use her body like a toy. She bit her lip and sighed as she imagined the experience. Her panties had grown moist.
Better to concentrate on her work.
If the frescoes we're authentic, they were truly amazing, both in terms of craftsmanship and in terms of subject matter. She started with the scene of the enthroned goddess/demon/queen. People in varied dress brought offerings, clearly meant to represent her power over many lands. Pretty standard stuff, Hannah thought, though the unusual addition of humans with monstrous features were a nice touch. Hannah noted with some satisfaction that all of the figures represented were female.
The next scene was of a great orgy. Again, the demon queen was in the center, being pleasured but a dozen human and demihuman handmaidens. Around them was depicted a great tangle of flesh. Mermaids, fairies, centaurs, and snake women all fucked and played, along with creatures that defied Hannah's imagination. The scene both shocked and tantalized her. As she felt her arousal growing again, she snapped several pictures and moved on.
The next scene depicted a battle between the Demon Queen's diverse forces and winged male angels. The violence depicted was so vivid that Hannah could not spend much te in front of it.
The final scene showed the demon queen alone, chained within a cell deep underground. The dome above her and the map on which she stood left little question in Hannah's mind that she was currently in the cell depicted, or an exact replica of it.
For a moment, Hannah thought she might have read the images in reverse order. Stories depicting the liberation, conquest, and enthronement of divine beings were not uncommon. But then Hannah noticed depictions of the moon in different phases above each scene. There was little doubt that these frescoes showed the defeat and imprisonment of a powerful fake divinity. Typical, she thought. Another celebration of the patriarchy. But it also begged the question: if this was the demon queen's prison, where was she? What had been on that pedastal?
Excited at her conclusions, she turned to tell Dr. Rogers, sure he would view her intellect favorably. Maybe he would fuck her as a reward. Instead, when she glanced in his direction, she shrieked.