Succeeding murals depicted women being led by villagers thru the large iron door and then left upon the ledge, clearly as sacrifices. Scarcely they barely noted the murals trended thru the ages showing ancient then medieval villages, then transitioning to more recent historical structures… as each was preoccupied with the graphic sexually violent depictions and became lost in thought trying to clearly understand the very graphic picture murals, trying to separate fiction from fact and the creation of myths.
The three professors themselves were rocked to their very cores with the realization of the magnificence of their discovery. Each member of their research party would be famous. It would take years of on-site research that would occupy most if not all of their careers, including their students. Their students will all get their doctorates and would never want for a university teaching position anywhere.
In various locations around the inside of temple and just outside the temple there were smaller phalluses of near-human approximation carved of smooth and polished marble and granite but of twelve to fourteen inches in height set on low platforms or by the bathing pool. Closer examination revealed that were not only for decoration but controlled features of the temple; water flows, light access, platform height and a few others that could not be readily discerned, but with the ability to move, suggested some other form of control feature. Inscriptions of an unknown language was found at each of the smaller phalluses.
Occasional giggles were heard as one or more women caressed the almost normal size smooth polished phalluses and made barely veiled sexual jokes and innuendos.
Gradually they each became more relaxed in their surroundings especially when one of the professors commented it was like being in an ancient porn palace causing uproars of laughter. They all became involved in intently studying the statutes and murals and to some extent, each of them were affected emotionally as well as physically by the sexual depictions.
Drs. Refaeli, Krupa and Weber conferred, judging the excellent condition of the bathing pool and how sweaty they had all become during the trek and the climb thru the cavern and how sore their muscles were. The warm enticing pool would be welcomed and decided no harm would be incurred if they used it for the intent it was created for. The small group whooped with joy hearing this announcement and all quickly shed their clothing. Clearly most of them maintained their summer tans in tanning salons as most of the women had highly contrasted bikini tan line bodies, while the very few had faint tan lines remaining on their nude bodies. In keeping with the modern era, all of the women had most of their pubic hair removed either by waxing or by laser.
Upon entering the pool, they discovered the submerged seating had small holes set in the seats and the walls, which warm water jetted through as if it was a modern hot tub.
After awhile of relaxation, the group grew playful, cutting up in the bathing pool, imitating poses of the statues in the pool with the arcing stream cascading onto their nude bodies, each of them trying to outdo the other in erotic poses, trying to entwine their bodies around the huge phallus water fountain or even wrapping their arms and legs around the huge phallus and sliding their naked bodies up and down much to the shrieking laughter of the others.
They watched as one intrepid student managed to climb to the top of the phallus and in a move worthy of a porn movie, stood over the shooting stream of water emerging from the tip of the phallus and lowered herself down until she was straddling the tip with her legs wrapped around the glans, the water shooting up into her and gushing back out as she gave an exaggerated performance of a porn star in the throes of an massive screaming orgasm!
Each of them found themselves stimulated to some extent by sight and sounds of the erotically charged antics of the student atop of the phallus fountain as well as the antics of the others. Those sitting on the submerged benches shifted around to find a strategically placed stream of water jetting up from the benches they were relaxing on…
Several of them jokingly took turns arraying themselves above the bathing pool image of the bound woman as if they themselves were being offered up to the centaur…
Desultory they discussed what some of the low platforms had very obviously been used for, with the almost human sized phalluses at one edge of the platforms with remnants of arms and leg tie downs also on the platforms, what crazy sexual rituals may have been performed. Judging by the very low angles of some of the phalluses, it was clearly suggestive that women were to be laid on their backs while a stone phallus was inserted anally, leaving her vagina open for double penetration. Discovery of some tiles later confirmed this hypothesis, showing women in this situation with a Centaur thrusting into her pussy. How it seemed that it would be impossible for women to be able to insert or be forced to insert such large object(s) let alone enjoy…
They discussed it would take years to catalog and decipher the extensive murals beyond the graphic and explicit pornographic details that would reveal the culture of the mysterious peoples that would create something like this, and decipher their beliefs that found expression in the mural and statutes they had created.
Dr. Joanna Krupa noted quick silent glances between some of the students as the talk grew more ribald, with occasional glances at the platforms being discussed. Dr. Krupa trembled that either they were talking with bravado to buck up their courage or they had forgotten one of the first things taught in her classes – that all myths have some truth to them…
Dr. Bar Refaeli emerged from the pool, impatient to continue examining the murals. While drip drying in the warm humid atmosphere, she continued to listen to her students as she closely examined one set of extremely detailed and graphic murals. She had noticed the transcending of architectural styles of the villages. She let out a gasp as she examined one tile that had a building with a tower attached – she could clearly see it had a town clock upon it! Foreboding swept thru her as her own unspoken thoughts came to her – all myths have some truth to them. She wondered how far into recent history the murals depicted as she worked her way around the wall and came to another mural in shadow. Thinking at first it was a bird depicted; as she got closer her apprehension was stoked even greater as she realized it was a bi-plane!
Suddenly one of the students at the edge of the temple screamed and ran back inside to the group, she was so shocked her words were not making sense as she was grabbing her discarded clothing.
Rapidly and in haste they donned clothing and rushed to see what had terrified her.
The human part of their bodies was stunningly impressive. The glossy hair was long and decorated with braids and beads. The facial features were fierce yet impossibly handsome. The chests were broad and the arm muscles well-defined. Extensive and intricate tattoos covered these areas, at the distance; none of them could make out what the designs were of. Each spotted a six-pack abdomen at the juncture where his torso merged with his lower half of the body. Their eyes dared trail downward, over smooth muscular ripped stomachs, over the impossible junction between man and horse, travelled over taut hindquarters, down flanks, tracing strong hind legs bulging with muscles, eyes widened perceptively as they lingered on the flesh between hind legs – the ball sacks were almost the size of basketballs, the velvety length of the sheaths that dwarfed any man’s, several of the women let out tiny gasps in spite of herself. A real live creature with smooth glossy hair over rippling muscles and a long, flowing, swishing tail, so smoothly blended that none could not tell where horse ended and man began.