Inanna's curse

Dr. Anderson reached into the chest, and pulled out a bronze collar. While it was not the necklace she had expected, it was eerily similar to what the naked women in the murals wore. She wondered internally whether she had misunderstood the texts. She was debating with herself whether or not to rewrite her paper introduction when her circumstances suddenly changed.

Her mind was filled with visions of something straight out of a porn set. Beautiful Persian women, wearing collars and nothing else, servicing the cocks of men from all walks of life. She could smell the scent of sex on the air, the sounds of moans. The visions were so vivid she couldn't help but become aroused, the animalistic part of her brain wanting nothing more than to stick her fingers into her cunt and fingerfuck herself into bliss, but the rational part of her brain held firm. She gripped onto the collar for support. The visions began to become intermittent, juxtaposing with the real world and the collar. Dr. Anderson found herself drawn to it. Hypnotized by it.

At the center of this hallucinated orgy, seated in a large stone throne, sat an absolutely stunning olive skinned woman, covered from head to toe in jewels and nothing else. She beckoned to Jessica, and she found her mind moving towards her.

"You bear my collar, whore, and thus you bear my curse," the woman said, "but I offer you an exchange. My freedom for yours. Find the rest of my artifacts, release me from my binding, and I will release you from yours"

She lost all control of her body. Her hands moved of their own accord as they brought the bronze to her neck, and clipped it in place. Jessica waited for something to happen, and for a moment, nothing did. She let out a sigh of relief.

That relief was short-lived however, as suddenly Dr. Jessica Anderson was overwhelmed by the sensations of thousands of hands on her body, despite noone or nothing being visible around her. Expert hands groped at her breasts and ass, causing her to gasp.

Her arms were lifted above her head, the **** lifting her shirt. Dr. Anderson began to struggle, to quietly protest as her toned stomach and plain black bra came into view, but all she could do was squirm as the shirt was removed from her body and tossed aside. Her bra was unclasped and torn from her chest, exposing her pert breasts to the desert air.

Jessica's heart rate began to quicken as she realized where this was going. Her belt became undone, as did the front of her pants. Her firm ass jiggled as her pants and thong we abruptly yanked down her legs, the invisible forces lifting her feet to allow them to be totally removed, along with her boots and socks.

In a matter of moments, Dr. Jessica Anderson, the leading expert on ancient Sumerian civilization, stood naked, flushed and slightly disheveled in Inanna's temple like some common whore. She covered herself with her arms as she tried to figure out what had just happened.