0 comments/ 5353 views/ 1 favorites Valhalla Chronicles: Tara Morgane By: Dimachaerus From the author: A New Way To Read Erotica. Thank-you dear reader for choosing to read my work. I wanted to present readers with a slightly different way to read erotica. To this end I present 'The Valhalla Chronicles'. Rather than have a single story that has consecutive chapters what I have done is written what I call 'a parent story' and a series of 'chronicles' to accompany it. I wrote the parent story 'A Night In Valhalla' first. It was written in 'the first person' perspective from the eyes of 'Alan Shaw'. Rather than write subsequent chapters I had another idea. A series of companion stories written in 'the third person' perspective picking up what happened next from the view point of the other characters introduced in 'A Night In Valhalla'. Using that method, as long as you read the 'parent story' first, you can then go on to read any of the chronicle stories in any order depending who you want to follow first. So I present to you the first of the 'Valhalla Chronicles' from the perspective of Tara Morgane. Each experience will be as different as the person they follow. Tara's journey will be more a romantic one where as the next chronicle (Grace English) will pull no punches at all. Different people, different journeys. So if you have not done so already please go to my profile and read 'A Night In Valhalla' first. You will enjoy 'Valhalla Chronicles: Tara Morgane' much more if you do so. The stories will span many genres. The parent story was exhibitionism, Tara's journey is erotic coupling (with mild bondage elements). The upcoming Grace English chronicle will be about submission. Thank-you once again dear reader. I hope you will appreciate that I have tried to do something new and fresh with this and at least humour me and my madness. A Sincerest Thank-You Dimachaerus. ****************** It was almost 6am before Tara finally got back to her home and to the comfort of her own soft bed. That in itself wasn't unusual. Saturday nights were always the busiest at the Valhalla club, and in her role as 'head of member services' it was vital to make sure that all those members were safe and accounted for before she handed things over to Stephanie for the 'Sunday shift'. But......Although Tara had arrived home at a normal time, the things that had happened on her watch that night had been far from normal. Aside from her regular duties, Tara had two additional, and very important, events to co-ordinate that evening. The first was the orientation and induction of Alan Shaw as a new member. The second was a 'public presentation' to be given by Grace English. While not totally inaccurate, the term 'public presentation' didn't even come close to communicating the true meaning of what actually took place. It was just a catchy piece of 'Valhalla speak' that described any sex act to be performed in front of others for their viewing pleasure. Voyeurism seemed to be an interest that virtually all of the members had shared, but Grace English was different, a 'horse of a different colour' if you will. She wasn't content to merely observe any more. A successful lawyer who had lived most of her adult life in the public eye, she was used to being watched by strangers. After a time she had even come to crave that attention. All through high-school she had been that bookish 'nerd-girl' that nobody gave a damn about. At least, that's the way she had always felt back then she had told Tara once in a candid moment. The attention that her career had gotten her as an adult had been so intoxicating that it had virtually flipped her personality on it's head. She had now become a secret exhibitionist with cravings she could not possibly live out without destroying her career. Valhalla was the perfect solution for her, and tonight after years of dreaming and summoning up the courage, she was going to live out that dream. Grace had picked out three men from a potential list of twenty to 'assist' her, and virtually every member of Valhalla had applied to attend her presentation. Tara had invested a lot of time and effort already in making tonight a success for both Alan Shaw and Grace English, and in order to maximise her efficiency, she had arranged to merge those two objectives into one event. What better introduction to Valhalla could she possibly give Alan Shaw? Witnessing a much admired lawyer like Grace English engage in hard-core sex acts right before his eyes would have been the perfect initiation into that secret world. Alan Shaw was in fact, the perfect type of new member that Valhalla was looking for. He was newly rich, highly motivated, and his recent unfortunate exposure in the media indicated that he was a man that could benefit greatly from what Valhalla had to offer. That night's induction of Alan Shaw however, did not go as planned. The 'public presentation' given by Grace English also took a turn that nobody could have foreseen. By Tara's own standards the events of that night should have been considered a complete failure, but in an ironic twist, she found herself feeling happier than she had in a very long time. Tara had always prided herself on her ability to plan events and also, to a certain extent, in her ability to manipulate people. The preparation for Grace English's presentation ran so deep that it had even extended to the psychological profiling of the 'associates' she would use for the experience. The profiling of the three males that Grace had selected to 'assist' her had yielded the exact results that Tara was looking for. The psychological profiling of Jasmine Parks however, had failed miserably to predict any of her actions, but that failure had in turn, yielded something so much more extraordinary. An extreme sequence of events was set in motion by Miss Parks that could only be described as a kind of fortunate 'serendipity'. Tara had decided on her own to throw Jasmine Parks into the mix as a wild-card. A harmless girl-on-girl introduction that would put Grace off guard. A couple of weeks earlier Tara had noted with interest the reaction of Grace to an all female 'presentation' given at Valhalla. That reaction was enough to prompt Tara to look for a suitable female addition to the up-coming presentation Grace was to give. The introduction of something new and forbidden would make that experience all the more special. Jasmine Parks had an interesting history with Grace English that really added value to the situation. Finding her had seemed almost too good to be true. A personal interview concluded that she would be available for the right price (after much negotiating) and that she would be stable and predictable. Psychological profiling had further confirmed her suitability for the task. Jasmine Parks however, had turned out to be an evil, manipulative, force of nature. Her harsh treatment of Grace English had elevated those events into something that was now totally unprecedented. Tara had just witnessed what was undoubtedly the most profoundly altering experience of Grace English's life. It was an event so intense that even Tara herself felt altered by it. As if that wasn't enough something else had happened during and after that experience that was equally shocking to her. Alan Shaw was definitely not the kind of man that Tara Morgane had expected him to be. She saw it......actually no, that's not quite accurate. She felt it.......Right from the very first moment she watched him step out of that limousine. Over last three years Tara had become a vital cog in the running of the Valhalla machine. She knew all the members by name and she liked and respected them all. It was that respect that had helped her to truly understand them. She also realized very quickly that they all seemed to share the same peculiar personality trait. It was that trait that was partly responsible for the extreme wealth and success they had all attained. They were all good people in their own way, but they also all seemed to display a total lack of empathy for the feelings of others. They were not malicious however, just indifferent to it all. It was that indifference that had no doubt made it possible for them to make the kind of ruthless decisions that most people would be tortured by. Tara didn't think any less of them for that. Maybe losing part of your humanity was simply the price of success. When she thought about it that way, then everything else about them seemed to make sense. Alan Shaw however, was not like the other members of Valhalla. His humanity was still very much intact on virtually every level, and to Tara, he stuck out like a sore thumb because of it. She recalled again the moment when he had stepped out of that limousine. He wore a smart pinstripe suit that was expensive without being pretentious. In great shape and handsome, he had a youthful exuberance that he had tried so very hard to hide but he didn't fool her for a second. He had stared at her like a smitten teenager then. Tara didn't acknowledge that look then, but somewhere deep inside her she felt an innocent giggle and blush as if a 14 year-old girl had attempted to hijack her 28 year old soul. Tara was used to being stared at of course, but not in the way Alan Shaw did then. The other members of Valhalla sometimes looked on her with the lecherous intensity of a tiger stalking it's prey. It was the apparent innocence of Alan Shaw that had disarmed Tara the most. It was as if she had just met the last 'good man' left on planet earth. As the night wore on and the amazing ordeal of Grace English unfolded before their eyes, Alan had responded in the most tender of ways. Just witnessing what was happening in front of her had further disarmed Tara and compromised her own ability to control herself. Far from being angry, she was now more grateful than ever for that lapse in control. She had let Alan's hands explore her in the most intimate of ways then, but he had done it in a manner that was so very unlike anyone else she had ever been intimate with. Soft and yet forceful too. She also knew however, that there would be a reckoning for what she had done that night. Tara was not just any simple 'associate' at Valhalla. She had in fact, fired others for doing the very thing she had done with Alan last night. Although there were no video cameras or surveillance of any kind within the club, upper management was always notified of any activity that happened inside a public room. Word usually travelled so fast in fact, that management were usually aware of it even before the activity itself was over. It was true that she had arranged and hired many women and men over the years to perform intimate acts at the request of more than a few members. But......It was also true that she was part of the core team of associates at Valhalla, and as such, she was not permitted to engage members in any kind of intimate way. That core team was the front line and the face of the organisation. To make matters worse, Tara was the head of that team. It was her example that set the standard for all to follow. Tara eased herself gently between the crisp new sheets of her bed as she attempted to let sleep take her. Instead of wearing a negligee as she usually did, Tara had simply tied her hair in a pony-tail before discarding her clothes and getting into bed. She felt the gentle friction of those cool sheets slide up against her skin. She tried to clear her mind and let herself drift into oblivion, but she could already tell that sleep was not going to come that easily for her then. She just felt too alive, too excited about something she couldn't quite define. In an almost reflex action her fingers began to seek out her crotch, but she hesitated. Something inside her stayed her hand as a voice quietly whispered, 'No...not now.......save it......for him.' That whisper was the voice of that giggling fourteen year-old girl inside her. Her most pure self. She became aware of a lingering thought then and it began to slowly evolve inside her and take on a new form entirely. Thought gave way to emotion and then suddenly to a profound realisation. 'Impossible.....too soon' the subconscious mind of the mature twenty eight year-old Tara protested. 'Oh it's very possible...It's already happened.' The girl inside her replied with building excitement. Sleep did come after a while as the 'two Taras' continued their dialogue. It continued on into her dreams and the two of them fought with each other over and over until the mature Tara finally capitulated to that insistent little girl. When Tara Morgane finally woke five hours later she discovered to her total amazement that she was not the same. In the space of one evening she had somehow managed to fall deeply in love with Alan Shaw. 'It can't be......This isn't how it's supposed to work.' Tara thought to herself, but no matter how hard she fought it, it didn't change that fact. It was already far too late to fight it now. Her mobile phone rang suddenly then. As soon as Tara picked it up and examined the caller I.D. she knew that the time of reckoning for what she had done was going to come sooner rather than later. It was Tyler Krantz, the co-founder and part owner of Valhalla Limited. Tara was accountable to almost nobody within Valhalla, but Tyler Krantz wasn't 'within' the organisation as such. It would be more accurate to say that he 'was' the organisation. Tara nervously hit the touch-screen on her i-phone and then listened closely. "You know why I'm calling you Miss Morgane." The voice of Tyler Krantz said coldly. "I know Mr Krantz. I have been expecting your call." "Report to my office at Valhalla at 10.25am please Miss Morgane, we have much to discuss." The phone went dead then. "FUCK!" Tara practically yelled into the dead space her empty home. 'God this is it...this is how it's gonna end.' she thought to herself as she felt the tears begin to flow. It just wasn't fair. She loved her job. She was good at it. Why should the price of falling in love be so high? Surely it was possible to pursue these new feelings with Alan and still keep her job! They were all valid points but as Tara continued to think on them there was just no way she could get around the fact that she had just broken one of the biggest rules that Valhalla had. Her spectacular salary had even reflected the harshness of that rule. Everyone who broke that trust knew that a hasty exit would soon follow. At 10.25am precisely, Tara Morgane sat in the office of Tyler Krantz. He studied her from behind his desk as she shifted uneasily in her chair. Even though it was a Sunday morning it was not unusual for Mr Krantz to be working. His office within the Valhalla complex never really closed anyway. "Real business people don't keep normal hours," he had always been fond of telling her. "Was it worth it?" Tyler Krantz said suddenly. "Please Mr Krantz. I love it here. I love my job and I'm good at it. I want to stay." "On that point we agree Miss Morgane. Yes you are good at what you do. In fact your work for us is exceptional, but I must ask you again.........Was it worth it?" Tara thought for a moment. There was no point in lying. Tyler Krantz had always been able to read her like a book. "Yes.......Yes Mr Krantz......It was worth it." Tara confessed. The forehead of Tyler Krantz seemed to furrow with confusion then. He was a fifty year-old man who carried the kind of importance and gravitas that you would usually associate with great men. To see such a man actually surprised my anything at all was a rare sight indeed. Instinctively he undid the top button of his shirt and then loosened his tie as he took a deep breath. He looked on her with a mixture of concern and disappointment as he began to speak. "Do you realise what you're saying Miss Morgane?" "Yes ...I think so." Tara said as a lone tear strayed down her cheek. "Look Miss Morgane it's not my intention to cause you any more distress than is necessary, but you must understand my confusion. Your work for us is beyond exemplary. So much so that I consider you vital. So I'm left with a very real dilemma now. Why would a woman such as yourself throw it all away on such a trivial act of passion?" "It didn't feel trivial to me Sir." Tara said as the tears began to flow more freely now. "Do you expect me to believe that you just decided to throw your whole life and career away after your first meeting with this man....this Alan Shaw? Is that really what your asking me to believe?" "I didn't want to throw anything away Mr Krantz." Tara sobbed before continuing "I can't explain why....I...I don't know how it happened so soon but I really think that I............" She stopped then. "You love him......after only one night......you love him.......do I have that about right?" The scepticism in his voice was clearly evident. "Yes." Was the simple reply. "You give me no choice Tara." Tyler Krantz had never used her first name before. Somehow that just made it all even worse. "The rules are the same for everyone Tara. That's the only way Valhalla has managed to survive so long, what with the financial crisis and all." "I understand." She replied weakly. Her heart was utterly broken. "Report to Valhalla at 7pm tomorrow night. You will be permitted into the reception room but nowhere else. We will discuss your departure and a suitable termination package for your employment. Do we understand each other?" "Yes Mr Krantz......I...I'm sorry. I've let you down." Tyler Krantz watched closely as the broken figure of Tara Morgane exited the office. As soon as she was gone he wasted no time and picked up his phone. "Stephanie?....This is Krantz. Come to my office immediately and bring the file on Alan Shaw with you. What?.....okay then bring your i-pad....whatever...look just bring me all you have on Shaw okay? We need to go over an exit strategy for Tara Morgane........Yes you heard me right." At 6.55pm the next evening Tara found herself sitting quietly at the bar in the Valhalla reception room. The look on her face told a story of utter sorrow. She had spent much of that day sitting alone on her living room sofa as she cried uncontrollably. She wasn't going to let them see those tears now but her face belied the pain that she felt. The smart skirt suit that she wore just felt out of place, almost like she had arrived at a 'fancy-dress' party out of costume. Jackie, the stunning blonde who worked behind the bar began to talk to her then. Ironically it was Tara who had hired her. "I've never seen you out of uniform before." "I know." "None of us want to see you go." Jackie thought briefly before adding. "You are the best thing about this place, everyone knows it." "Not everyone." Tara said softly. "Oh Krantz knows it alright. If you had seen him earlier today you'd know that things weren't right with him." Jackie said as she poured out three shot glasses and laid them on the bar in front of Tara. "I appreciate the thought Jackie but I'm not in the mood for tequila." Tara said. "What the hell difference is it gonna make now?" Jackie replied, forcing a smile as she said it. "Fair point." Tara relented. "One of those is mine but I figured you might need a couple tonight." Jackie said trying to sound cheerful. "Okay.....sure.......why the fuck not". Tara Morgane replied. She watched Jackie down her shot in one gulp before following suit and downing the other two shots herself in less than five seconds. "You're a good friend Jackie." Tara said trying to smile but failing. Valhalla Chronicles: Tara Morgane She knew that Jackie had just broken a minor rule by drinking 'on-duty' but it was a gesture that meant a lot to Tara. "You have no idea how good a friend I am." Jackie replied as she swept away the empty glasses. "I know things seem bad now Tara but trust me, things just got a whole lot better." Jackie said then. "What makes you so sure?" Tara questioned. "Tequila fixes everything," was the short reply. The world began to alter and change for Tara Morgane then. She became disconnected from the room for just a moment. She tried to move her hand only to discover that the entire right side of her body was not responding. When she tried to speak her words sounded strange. She felt herself make those words but the voice coming out of her mouth didn't sound like her own. As she felt herself drift into unconsciousness Tara Morgane knew very well what had just happened. "J-Jackie.......what have you done....Tequila...s-something in it." "Don't fight it Tara. Everything's gonna be okay now. It's all gonna work out fine." Jackie replied. They were the last words Tara Morgane would hear for at least four hours. "She looks amazing. I can't believe it's actually her." That voice was familiar to Tara. It was Stephanie Miller. She was the girl that had always taken over from Tara for the 'Sunday shift' at Valhalla. "That's the idea." The familiar voice of Tyler Krantz replied. Something was very wrong. Tara's head hurt terribly and she could tell that she wasn't sitting or lying down. She was standing. "She's coming around." She heard Stephanie Miller say then. "Feel cold.....head hurts" Tara finally spoke. Her eyes were still closed then. As consciousness returned to her little by little she became more and more afraid of what she might see when she actually did open her eyes. "I'm so sorry to do it this way Tara. I wasn't kidding yesterday when I said that you were a vital part of Valhalla." The voice of Tyler Krantz echoed slightly as it reverberated off of stone masonry. "The Wine Cellar?" Tara said shakily. "God did you hear that?" Tyler Krantz said before continuing. "She hasn't even opened her eyes yet and she already knows where she is just from the god-damn sound bouncing off the walls." The term 'Wine Cellar' was just another Valhalla euphemism. Calling it a dungeon would be more accurate. Pulleys and ropes lined the ceiling and willing guests and specific associates would be regularly strung up and pleasured in what ever way that was desired. It was the only room in all of Valhalla that echoed like that when people talked. "Open your eyes." Stephanie Miller ordered. The room was dark but for the first time Tara saw the true nature of her situation. The two figures of Tyler Krantz and Stephanie Miller stood before her. Krantz wore one of his many trademark suits and Stephanie wore that familiar black Valhalla dress. Oddly Tara was standing. It took her a few moments to figure out why or even how. Her hands and wrists were bound together and attached to a taught rope in the ceiling as her arms were pulled tight and high above her head. It had the effect of stretching her out and making her stand straight and tall. "I know how strange all this must seem but once you know the reason you're actually going to thank me Miss Morgane." Tyler Krantz said then. "Please...if you are thinking about hurting me you know I'll take everything I know about this place to the grave. Please...you don't have to hurt me." Tara actually began to plead then. Both Krantz and Stephanie Miller just smiled. "We are not going to hurt you, we are going to help you." Stephanie said calmly before explaining. "Mr Krantz and I got to talking and we both realised what a waste it would be to just cut you loose." Stephanie approached Tara then and looked directly into her eyes as she spoke. "This business with Alan Shaw is just an unfortunate mistake. You clearly didn't think things through did you?" "Thinking had nothing to do with it" Tara replied. "That's the first sensible thing you've said in days." Tyler Krantz said. Krantz then did something curious. He walked towards a tall thin object in the corner that was covered by a white sheet. It seemed to be a covered piece of furniture set on wheels. He wheeled it across the floor until it was directly in front of Tara. "Confused?" Krantz questioned with a smile. "You've been given a very special kind of make-over Tara." Stephanie said with very apparent glee. "Giving a make-over to an unconscious girl has to be one of the more unusual things we've done but the results were spectacular." "We are going to give you five minutes alone to process what you are about to see." Tyler Krantz spoke then. "I can assure you that while everything we have done may look and feel 100% authentic, there is nothing permanent about any of it." "What are you saying....What have you done?" Tara said with real fear in her voice then. "It's better that you just see for yourself." He replied as he pulled the white cloth off of the tall object that had been wheeled in front of Tara. It was a full length mirror. "We are going to leave you alone with your new identity for a while." Stephanie said as both she and Krantz exited the Wine Cellar. "OH JESUS CHRIST." Tara Morgane said out loud then as she stared into that full length mirror for the first time. She saw the reflection of a woman she didn't recognise. Her mind struggled to take in what she was actually seeing. Aside from her own startled face there was nothing else about her that even bore the slightest resemblance to the real Tara. It was just too much to deal with all at once. The analytical Tara took over then as she began to organise and compartmentalise everything she saw. She understood why she felt a little cold now. Aside from the spiky black stiletto heels that had been put on her feet she only wore one other very thin and sheer item of clothing. It was a flimsy and very revealing one-piece cat-suit. Totally transparent and made of black lace it hugged her tightly from her ankles to her neck. She may as well have been naked. Tara had seen lingerie cat-suits such as this used many times before at Valhalla. Usually as passions rose and desires were inflamed some lucky gentleman would rip the lace crotch of the suit open and proceed to fuck the brains out of whatever lucky girl happened to be wearing it. With her wrists tied and her arms stretched high above her head, her breasts jutted out impressively and her prominent and very hard nipples looked unusually large somehow. She soon realised what she was seeing. She saw the silver glint of a ring attached to each nipple and when she looked down she saw that they had not been pierced but clamped with tiny clasps that encircled the nipple and squeezed firmly. Only then did she feel that gentle throb coming from those nipples. It was a feeling that was far from unpleasant. Tara noticed next that her crotch had been waxed smooth. The thin lace suit hid nothing about her body. It just hugged her like a second skin and revealed all. Aside from the hair on her head which was neatly tied, there was nothing on her body to even signify that she was a brunette. All of this wasn't even the most striking change in the appearance of Tara Morgane yet. Her very skin was now different. First it was the tone itself. It looked like some kind of instant tanning product had been used to darken her skin tone at least three or four shades darker. It had even reached the point where she actually looked more Brazilian than Caucasian now. But...that wasn't all that had been done to her skin. The real Tara Morgane had no tattoos or markings at all, but the woman in the mirror had many. The tattoos weren't subtle or tasteful either. Through the mirror she saw the word 'Angel' written backwards around her navel. That Angel motif continued on to her forearms and her upper thighs too. Without even needing to be told Tara already knew they they would have undoubtedly stencilled some type of terrible slutty 'tramp stamp' onto her lower back. They had done a perfect job. Everything about her had looked 100% authentic just as Tyler Krantz had said. She now possessed a body that even her own mother wouldn't have recognised. Krantz and Stephanie re-entered the room then. "Please....why have you done this?" Tara almost sobbed. "Don't you get it yet?" Tyler Krantz said with a smile. Stephanie Miller approached her then. "Close your eyes and open your mouth honey." She instructed. "Why.....what are you gonna do to me?" "How am I supposed to kiss you with your eyes open and your mouth closed?" Stephanie replied. Nervously Tara obeyed but she knew deep down Stephanie was up to something. Her suspicions were instantly confirmed as she was greeted not with a kiss but the feeling of a rubber gag being stuffed into her mouth and then tied behind her head. "We can't have you talking and giving the whole game away." Stephanie said then. Tyler Krantz then stepped forward and placed a black silk hood over her head. He then fastened a draw-string tightly around her neck. "Don't worry Tara. The hood and the gag will keep you nice and anonymous. You will have no problem breathing or hearing either. Talking and seeing however, aren't on the cards I'm afraid." "It's very important that you listen closely now Tara. Nod if you understand me." She nodded and shook with nerves then. "You're about to become the anonymous little fuck toy of Alan Shaw. Do you understand?" Again Tara nodded but every alarm bell in her mind began to ring as she heard those words. "Apparently you think that this Mr Shaw is special somehow. Maybe you even think he has feelings for you." Tyler Krantz gloated before continuing. "But you are about to find out that he is just a man." Tara suddenly grasped the point of all this. It seemed that one way or another she was about to get her heart broken tonight. This was Valhalla's way of teaching her an important lesson. "What do you think he's going to do when he's alone with a helpless little slut like you? How do you really think any man would react? Surely you don't really expect him to pine for his precious Tara when he could have you right now?" Krantz was clearly enjoying this a little too much. "He's gonna fuck her real hard is what he's gonna do." Stephanie added then "I heard how Tara reacted when she saw Grace English get the treatment. She's probably gonna love it when Shaw takes her." "A little crude, but nicely put miss Miller." Krantz replied. He thought for a moment then before adding "Maybe you're hoping he won't take you. Maybe you're thinking that he'll just walk away with thoughts of pretty Tara Morgane dancing in his head." "Or...... maybe he's gonna remove the hood from her head and discover that he just fucked sweet little Tara in all the dirtiest ways possible." Stephanie Miller added. "Either way you're going to know the truth tonight. Every part of you he violates will just confirm more and more how wrong you were about him. After tonight, things will all go back to normal and you will forget all about Alan Shaw." Krantz seem to change his speech to a softer, gentler tone then. "I'm sorry I had to teach you this lesson Tara but you're too important to us here. I really do want you to be happy. I'm sure you will find someone much more suitable than Mr Shaw very soon." The two of them left her then and Tara was left in silence to contemplate what was about to happen. Krantz and Stephanie had done a fantastic job on her alright. There was no possible way that Alan could know it was her. Tara couldn't argue with their logic either. If Alan took her, then it would mean that he didn't love the real Tara at all. And when he did take her, would she actually enjoy it, or would the feeling of her own heart breaking just be too much to bear? Tara was rudely jolted out of her thoughts then as the door to the wine cellar opened suddenly. Her heart soared then as she heard the familiar voice of Alan Shaw and even her own name being spoken. "Look Miss Miller I really do appreciate that you have arranged something for me, but like I said before, I really just want to talk to Tara Morgane. I don't understand why that's not possible." After a few moments she heard the voice of Stephanie Miller reply. "If you care to take a look at the beautiful distraction we have provided for you then I think you will be very happy Mr Shaw. There will be plenty of time to talk to Miss Morgane later." There was another pause then before Tara finally heard Alan's voice. "Oh my god." "She is beautiful is she not?". "Well...yes...she is stunning...but why does she have her face covered?" she heard him ask. "You are fortunate Mr Shaw. Miss Angel here is a very successful erotic dancer with an interesting little fetish. She loves being taken anonymously by young, strong men such as yourself." Stephanie spoke directly to Tara then. "Nod to say it's true Miss Angel, and do it quickly before I get impatient and remove that hood from your face." She was in an impossible situation now and Stephanie Miller seemed to be using that knowledge to full advantage. Tara couldn't possibly let Alan know it was her. She nodded then. "You see Mr Shaw? Angel here has been looking forward to your arrival very much." "Look Miss Miller I can plainly see that how beautiful this woman is and you have to know that normally you wouldn't have to ask me twice, but may I please speak with Tara." There was another tense pause then. Tara Morgane's heart soared when she heard how upset Alan Shaw seemed to be getting. His actions seemed to be confirming all of her deepest hopes. She was not prepared for what she heard next. "Look Mr Shaw I didn't want to have to do it this way but you leave me no choice." the voice of Stephanie Miller said in a serious tone. She then added something that changed the entire situation. "Tara is not here at all today because she does not wish to see you." "I know that's not true." He replied sounding shocked. "Think about it Mr Shaw. Do you really think she wants to lose her job over a fling with a man she has only just met? Are you really that exceptional?" An almost deafening silence seemed to stretch on forever then. "No...I'm not exceptional......." She heard Alan finally reply. The hurt in his voice was obvious. "I never have been.....I just thought.....I just thought that......." They were the words of a man who's heart had just broken. "It was her job to make you feel exceptional Mr Shaw and she clearly did a fantastic job." "No......It was real...I know it." He replied. "I'm glad that you think that. Tara has that special gift for making everyone feel special, but the harsh reality is that she was just doing her job. Nothing more." Stephanie Miller said coldly. Tara actually tried to yell then but the rubber gag in her mouth just made her sound angry. She was unable to make any kind of intelligible noise. "Do you see how upset you are making Angel? Do you really think she wants to hear you pine away for another woman when she's been waiting patiently for you for so long?" Stephanie Miller said immediately. "No I'm sure she doesn't." The broken voice of Alan Shaw replied. "Well then I suggest you take out your sorrows on the body of that beautiful woman Mr Shaw. Use her body, give her what she's longing for and in no time at all you will forget all about Tara Morgane." Tara heard the door close then as Stephanie Miller exited the room. She was now alone with Alan. The sound of his footsteps echoed off those stone walls as he approached her. She flinched when she felt his hand slide over her hips and then across her belly. "Is this really what you want.....for me to take you just like this?" Alan questioned. Almost against her own will she found herself nodding. There was a growing desire building inside her. Part of her just wanted to be taken by him now, even though it could mean the end of something wonderful. "Well, you are beautiful Miss Angel." She heard his soft voice say. He became bolder then as his hand caressed her breasts. His touch began to send tiny shocks through her as he teased her over-sensitive nipples. A drastic change took place inside Tara then. She wanted Alan to take her more than anything now. The pain in his voice that she heard earlier had already told her all she needed to know. She heard his voice once more. "You know I always dreamed about being able to have a woman like you and even though I can't see your face I can tell that it must be quite beautiful." Tara's body started to physically ache then as she yearned to feel his touch. To her shock and almost disappointment she instead felt his hands leave her body. He began to speak then. They were some of the most beautiful and most heartbreaking words Tara had ever heard. "You are a beautiful woman Angel. Two or three days ago I would have jumped at this chance, but today I just can't do it." She heard him take a small step backward then. "I came here tonight for one person. Someone I had been looking for all my life. I thought I had found her, I hoped more than ever that she felt the same. I don't have half of the money most of these people here have." He exhaled deeply then before saying one final sentence. "All I had to offer her....was me....but I guess it wasn't enough." The voice of Alan Shaw was not one of a confident man now. It was the voice of a sad, broken hearted little boy. Tara heard the door to the wine cellar open and then close. The pain in her heart seemed to match Alan's and she just wept openly. Stephanie Miller entered the room moments later as Tara just hung limply from the ropes securing her wrists. She didn't even try to hold back her tears. She raced to Tara and then tore off the hood and gag. "Christ...I knew we had got this all wrong when I told him you weren't interested. I saw that look in his face...It hurt him real bad." Stephanie said then. "He hardly laid a finger on me Stephanie." Tara said between sobs. "Please just go after him and bring him back...please....do it for me." "But you can't let him see you like this Tara. Not now..Not when.........." "I don't fucking care any more...Just stop him and bring him back...please Stephanie, you have to." Stephanie Miller ran out the door then and Tara was left standing in that room. At least the hood and the gag were gone now but there would be some explaining to do if Stephanie actually managed to stop Alan and bring him back. About five minutes later Tara heard the almost frantic voice of Stephanie just outside the door. She was talking so loud that Tara could hear every word. "Listen Mr Shaw, the girl in that room really 'was' Tara." "That can't be.....the colour of her skin..that tattoos...That's not her." She heard him reply. "We did that to her..it's all a fake. We even gagged her..we wanted to prove to her that you weren't worth it....none of us thought you were real." "Why wouldn't I be real?" He replied. "Look just get in there and untie your new girlfriend before I get mad." Stephanie said then. To hear herself be described as Alan Shaw's girlfriend made Tara happier than she could ever remember. Alan entered the room then and for the first time that night the two of them actually locked eyes. "None of this was my idea Alan. You have to believe that." "My god Tara....it really is you!" He said staring back at her in utter amazement. He looked her up and down and suddenly it occurred to her then how downright pornographic she must have looked. Valhalla Chronicles: Tara Morgane "I wanted to see more of you but I never dreamed I'd see this much tonight." He said finally able to smile. "You know this isn't the real me Alan." Tara said as she felt her cheeks flush red with colour. "I know Tara, but I have to admit it's looks good on you." He stepped a little closer then and took a good look at her face. "You've been crying." He said. "So have you." She replied. There was a long pause then as both of them tried to come to grips with the strangeness of this new reality they had found themselves in. "Please Alan you have to tell me.....did they put one of those tacky tattoos on my lower back?" That question thankfully seemed to lighten the mood then, and as Alan walked behind her he took one look and then burst out laughing. "You have a beautiful big Butterfly hovering just above your ass!" He said, barely able to control himself. "Please don't tell me that's permanent!" He said with a big grin. "None of this is real, just Valhalla's way of teaching me a lesson." "And did you learn anything?" he replied. "Yes...I learned something wonderful." Tara said. There was yet another moment of silence then before Alan finally spoke. "Would you like me to free those hands?" "No....Leave them tied." Tara paused then before adding "Angel's been waiting for you for a long time." Her meaning was clear and the mood in the room took a dramatic turn then as he walked back round in front of her and they shared the deepest, and most passionate of kisses. She felt one of his arms snake around her back and pull her in close as the electricity between them continued to magnify. "I just couldn't stop thinking about you." Tara hissed between kisses. "I fell in love with you the moment I saw you." Alan hurriedly confessed. He paused for a moment then as he realised the gravity of what he had just said. He even seemed a little scared. "I knew it the moment you stepped out of that car. Now just shut-up and kiss me" Tara replied. That simple exchange was all either of them needed to hear and the intensity level rose even higher then. Tara felt his hands claw at the fabric of that sheer lace cat-suit. He shook with anticipation like a nervous teenager and her own body trembled in response. "RIP IT...TEAR IT OFF ME!" Tara actually yelled then. The sound of ripping lace soon followed and her body shook violently as every last piece of that cat-suit was torn off of her. A frantic pair of lips locked onto one of her nipples then and it was soon accompanied by the feeling of an index finger stabbing into her aching pussy. "OH FUCK...OH FUCK" She cried out then. "God you feel so tight inside." Alan panted. He continued to jack-hammer his finger into her until she just couldn't take it any more. "Need you inside me baby....want you in me so bad." Tara hissed. Alan immediately responded by stepping back and hastily removing his pants, shirt and tie. Once all of his clothes were discarded. He stepped forward once more and nuzzled the tip of his rigid cock against her tiny little pussy. Tara could almost read his thoughts. The emotion on his face was unmistakable. This was no casual encounter for either of them. This was something unprecedented. "Want the first time to be special Tara." "Do it.....take me.....want it so bad!" She moaned in response. At that moment Alan Shaw ground his pelvis forward in a slow deliberate movement and they both let out a gasp as her flesh enveloped his. Her legs quivered and his muscles flexed as their bodies continued to merge until his cock was buried inside her as deep as he could go. "Oh fuck!....feels so good inside me!" Tara cried out then. Both of his hands reached around behind her and grabbed the flesh of her rump then. A primal and carnal idea entered Tara's mind suddenly. She grabbed the thick rope that was securing her wrists to the ceiling and then leaned back as she took both feet off the floor and then wrapped both her legs around his waist as he started to fuck her powerfully in that standing position. "Oh god that's so fucking hot." He panted in response. "Fuck your dirty little Angel hard!" Tara replied as she fully embraced her new identity for the first time. He was able to support her with one arm that way as he continued to fuck her with powerful strokes. His other free hand roamed over her body then and she felt his fingers on her breasts and then inside her mouth. "I wanna watch you suck on my fingers while I fuck you." Alan instructed with growing confidence now. Tara responded as she began to lose herself inside the dirty angel character she had now adopted. She stared into his eyes with a burning intensity as she swirled her tongue around his fingers. Her breasts just seemed to shake and shudder now as the force of each thrust travelled up her body like a shock-wave passing through her soft flesh. Less than two minutes later Tara made an important announcement. "Oh god It's gonna happen so fast!" She panted as she continued to writhe and convulse. This experience was just too intense and the anticipation had just been too high for either of them to be able to last long. "Want you to come with me." she rasped. It happened for the both of them then. The bodies of Alan and Tara seemed to be in perfect unison now. She braced herself and then thrust her own pelvis onto his over and over again. She gasped and screamed as the muscles in her crotch convulsed and contracted and a massive orgasm tore through her. Just when she thought the contractions were easing they suddenly renewed and intensified when Alan's own crashing orgasm kicked in to match hers. Primal, raw feelings and emotions ignited inside her body. A beautiful wave of feeling washed over her as she felt hot come gushing deep inside her with every frantic thrust. In that moment she was happier than she had ever been before. Alan Shaw seemed to become a different man then. All that insecurity that he had showed when he had first entered the room was gone now. He caressed her for a few moments as Tara slowly came down from her orgasmic high. He then carefully guided her feet back to the ground and she stood shakily for a few moments before he began to speak. "Give me a moment and I'll take care of everything." he informed her confidently. Tara watched him hastily put his clothes back on and make himself presentable before walking toward the door and exiting. An alarming thought entered her mind then. 'Christ is please don't tell me he's just gonna leave now like.....like it meant nothing....I just couldn't bear that.' As it turned out Tara needn't have worried. She could actually hear Alan as he gave instructions to Stephanie just outside the door. "I don't know what kind of game you were playing with her, but she's leaving with me right now Miss Miller." "Of course Mr Shaw" Tara heard the voice of Stephanie Miller reply before Alan continued. "Get me a bathrobe, and also have that Limo out front and ready to go in five minutes." "Yes Mr Shaw." Was all the stunned voice of Stephanie said again in reply. After another minute he re-entered the room holding an expensive white Valhalla bathrobe. "I'm sorry I had to leave you that way Tara but I had some things to organise." "I heard every word." she replied. He kissed her then before hastily untying her wrists from the ropes that had attached her to the ceiling for so long. She slumped into his arms and he caught her effortlessly. "I'm getting you outta here and you're coming with me." He informed her. "I'm in your hands." She replied with a smile. Tara recalled hearing Alan use those exact same words. He had used them just after he had stepped out of that limousine and their eyes had first met. It felt right to her that she should be the one to use them now. 'It's so strange' Tara thought to herself, 'I think I just knew from that very first moment....knew he was special.....knew he was the one.' It was true. She knew it. She felt it. He immediately put the white bathrobe around her shoulders and began to dress her almost as if she was a small child. It was one of the most sweet and endearing things anyone had ever done for her. "The limo should just about be out front by now." Alan said with a smile. He simply swept her off of her feet quite literally then as he carried her out of that room and made a hasty exit through the wine cellar doorway. He carried her down the hallway and past the very stunned figure of Stephanie Miller before pushing on toward a set of very familiar double doors. "You're not gonna carry me like this through the reception room are you?" Tara said not quite believing what he had in mind. "Why the hell not?" Alan smiled broadly before continuing "Do you have a problem with that?" "No Alan, I'm in your hands." Tara said once more unable to contain her glee at that idea. He carried her into the reception room then and just kept walking toward the front exit as the whole room seemed to just stop and stare at the curious sight. They walked past Jackie who just stared open mouthed from behind the bar. He then walked past William Price, the man that Alan had met on that first night just before he and Tara had attended Grace English's presentation. Price was seated at a table with a collection of similarly rich and successful business men much like himself. "Christ the new guy doesn't fool around does he?" William Price said sounding rather impressed. Alan continued on as he carried her into the inner cloak room. A few moments later the outer doors opened to reveal a shiny black 2013 limousine waiting outside. "You like to make a dramatic exit don't you baby." Tara said then. "Actually no." Alan thought before adding. "I just wanted you to be safe with me......where you belong." "Honestly Alan Shaw...where the hell did you come from?" Tara replied unable to hold back a smile. He said nothing. He just put her down softly onto the back seat of the limo before talking to the driver. "I believe you know where I live.?" The driver was the same man who had been sent to pick up Alan on his very first trip to Valhalla only days before. "It would be my pleasure Mr Shaw." the driver replied then before adding something a little more personal. "I have a good feeling about you Mr Shaw and I must admit I've never seen her so happy. Take care of her......Tara is no ordinary woman, but something tells me you know that already don't you." "I think I've been looking for her my whole life." Alan replied with real happiness before stepping inside and taking a seat next to the smiling figure of Tara Morgane. The limousine pulled away slowly. Neither of them looked back, they simply just shared a passionate kiss that seemed to last the entire journey back to Alan Shaw's house. ONE YEAR LATER. Tyler Krantz smiled as he examined the Valhalla profit and loss print-out in his hand. By any measure it had been an exceptional year for Valhalla LLC. Valhalla had been his pet project, and in the five years since it's inception it had grown almost exponentially each year both in scope and profitability. His beautiful idea had now become a beautiful source of revenue too. 'It was a crazy start to the year.' He mused, 'but in the end things had turned out better than any of us could have hoped for.' He continued to reflect back on the past year as he sat quietly at his familiar oak desk. His office at Valhalla had been the scene of so many memorable moments. When the year began they had come so very close to losing Tara Morgane over the 'Alan Shaw Issue'. That had given rise to one of the few occasions in his career when he had been more than happy to break his own rules. Tara had been one of the main reasons for the success of Valhalla and Alan Shaw had turned out to be the rarest of all things. A good man. A short knock on his office door broke the silence and ended his reflection. Stephanie Miller entered the room. "Good morning Mr Krantz, I trust the news from accounts was good." She said with a knowing smile. "Things are better than they have ever been Miss Miller, it seems our profits have risen thirty percent in the last financial year alone." He replied matter of factly. "Well, I have some more news that may help brighten your day," Stephanie Miller said as she placed an unusual looking envelope on the desk in front of Krantz. He studied it with suspicion as he turned it over in his hands. "I don't like the look of this." He said immediately. "Give it a Chance Sir. I have one too. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised." Stephanie replied. The reason for Tyler Krantz's apprehension was simple. It was an ornate gold envelope fastened with an intricate wax security seal. It closely resembled the 'first contact' letters that Valhalla sent to each new member before they were signed up. "So it seems we have competition Miss Miller. I was expecting this." "Sir.....just open it." Stephanie Miller urged. Tyler Krantz broke the seal and began to read. In seconds a broad smile spread across his face. The first paragraph alone told him all he needed to know. 'Mr T Krantz. You are warmly invited to the union of Mr Alan Shaw and Miss Tara Morgane as husband and wife. We ask you to celebrate with us and to bear witness as our love is made permanent. Your presence would honour us as we share this happiest of days.' Tyler Krantz reflected once more for a moment. A feeling of calm satisfaction came over him as he smiled again and then quietly said. "Good for you Tara.....Good for you." THE END