As University Librarian and part–time lecturer in English Literature, Mr. Giles found he needed the services of a Library Shelver. He could hardly move for stacks of books on the floor and tables. They were in such disarray that he despaired of ever getting them in some semblance of order.

He advertised on the University notice board for a shelver. There was only one applicant, a young woman. She turned up for her interview and tried to find the Librarian.

"Ow, shit! Help…", bellowed Giles. The young woman put her bag on the floor and went to his aid. She stabilised two stacks of books and he was able to get up without being hit on the head by many more.

"Are you Mr. Giles?" Her voice was soft and lilting. He stood transfixed for a moment.

"Yes, are you my shelver?" She nodded and smiled. "Goood…." He let out his breath with the word, unaware that he'd been holding his breath. "When can you start?" He threw out his hands, knocking a couple more books from their piles. "As you can see the situation is dire!"

"Now?" She took off her coat and put it on the back of a chair. She shoved up her sleeves and set to work. Within a short while, he could see bare carpet. He made them tea to celebrate.

They chatted over tea and he read her references. There were at least ten from prominent libraries all over England, praising the young woman. Deputy Librarians signed all the references.

"You see, Abigail, I run a club in the evening for a couple of the students. It gets a little rowdy. So your help during the day will be much appreciated." He spotted Willow, "Ah…Willow, this is my new shelver, Abigail. We were just having a break."

Willow and Abigail exchanged a smiled greeting. Abigail finished her tea. "I'll just get on now, Mr. Giles." She shifted another two piles of books onto a trolley.

"English…" Willow said. Giles looked at her blankly. "What, you didn't notice?"

He shrugged. "For me English is normal. Now, Willow, what can I do for you?"

By the end of the day, the floor was clear and all the books were entered into the catalogue. Giles came out of his office and sighed. Order and peace. He turned at the sound of a footstep behind him.

A dark and haughty looking Dominatrix stood before him in black leather thigh high stiletto-heeled boots. His heart thumped faster in his chest, pumping blood to a suddenly active part of his anatomy. She surveyed him with hot dark eyes, idly slapping a coiled whip against the top of her right boot. She wore a leather sheathe dress with side splits to the hip.

"Who… who are you?" Giles finally managed to gasp out.

She unfurled the whip before answering. "What would thou have me tell? I am a fiend. My place is Hell!" She flicked the whip out to emphasise the last word and the end cut his lip. She closed in quickly to lick the blood away. He made a grab for her but she danced away from his grasp and employed her whip several more times.

"Take off thy clothes, Hu–man! I would have sport with thee!" Giles obeyed. Questioning this woman only brought more stinging lashes from her whip.

She smiled down at his erection. "I hurt thee, torment thee, and thou desirest me!" Giles stood in a corner trying to protect himself as best he could from the “kisses of the whip”.

"Lie down!" He did as he was told. She marched over to where he lay and lifted her boot to his chest. This was it, he could throw her off, she was off balance. Dispatch the Fiend. The pressure increased on his chest and he did nothing!

Her left heel dug into his upturned palm. She stabbed down on his hand and he screamed as the heel punctured the flesh. The heel of her right boot filled his open mouth. Tears stung his eyes as he found himself unable to resist stroking his erection with his unpinned hand.

"Lick it, lick the heel." He licked and sucked at the heel until, under his own ministrations, he climaxed.

She was furious. She leapt off him and whipped him till daybreak. He curled up against the bookshelves nursing his second erection of the night.

The library was finally quiet. Her footsteps faded. He uncurled slowly, fearing the telltale whisper of the whip. He hobbled about to collect his clothes and thanked the Gods that he had trousers on when Willow came in.

"Giles! What happened?" More than once he tried to tell her but how could he say he was whipped and beaten and got off on it? With tears in his eyes, he stood still while Willow looked on his body.

"Is this a foot–print, Giles?" He shuddered and nodded. He raised his hand. "God Almighty, Giles! Why didn't you fight?"

He stared at the ceiling, letting the tears come. "Because I liked what she was doing. I craved it!" He spat out the words. He grabbed his shirt and walked quickly, if a little unsteadily, to his office.

"Mr. Giles?" His head lifted from his hands. "Yes, Abigail."

"Mr. Giles, I'm sorry this happened. Let me help you." She came into his office and held his injured hand. The wound healed. He gasped at the feeling of coolness everywhere in his body.

"How did you?" She pressed her fingers to his lips and the cut healed there too. "…Do that?" He finished. "Why has she picked me to torment?"

"I undo what she does. You are a librarian. She targets librarians. She doesn't know that you're a Watcher. You must fight her and never give in. She dominates to the death. She's killed all the men I've worked for. Get your friends and be ready. She will return tonight." Abigail left the office. Giles followed but she had gone.

"Willow?" He looked round. "Did you see where Abigail went?" Willow looked up from her research.

"Giles, your face! Your hand. Did she do that?"

He nodded. "Get the team together. Tonight we have a demon to dismiss." She didn't like the sound of that. She glanced up to see the remnants of a 'Ripper' smile.

Buffy, Xander and Willow looked around in anticipation. Giles leaned against his desk, arms folded, waiting. The footsteps preceded her arrival. She was before them. She was dressed differently tonight; her leather corset laced at the back, a black velvet band decorated her neck.

"Wow, Giles, why don't I get visitations like this?" Buffy who stood by her Watcher shushed Xander's remark. She could feel the heat coming off Giles' body. He wanted to go to the fiend.

Her right boot tapped impatiently and she slapped a riding crop into her left palm. "Thy friends will watch thee squirm, Hu–man?" Her voice was like ice. He shook his head. Lost, lost! He had to give in. He needed it. She took a step toward him and Buffy stepped in front of her Watcher.

The Demon laughed, the sound was like glass shattering. "A child defends thee? Come into the shadows with me now Hu–man."

Giles took a step round Buffy, ignoring her pull on his jacket. He eased it from his shoulders. His eyes never left the figure in front of him. She turned her back on him, knowing he would follow her into the shadows at the far end of the library.

"Where'd he go?" Xander asked, getting up and peering into the gloom. Willow ran to where Giles had vanished. She hit wood panelling and rebounded.

"No clothes now, Hu–man." He stripped and lay down in surrender, eager this time. She smiled evilly at him. She always broke her toys. Her left boot kicked at the side of his jaw and his head rolled obediently to the side. She kicked with her right and his head rolled the opposite way. He smelled leather all around him. Her feet were either side of his head. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. This was definitely not Hell. He opened his eyes suddenly. Something somebody had told him. She bent her knees in a squat above his head, the leather creaking slightly. His head was spinning as his blood drained south. His mouth became dry, time to wet it?

His mistress´s voice bade him "Lick". He obeyed instantly. She sighed and his heart leapt. He had pleased her. What could he do next? He frowned and stopped licking. That same thought. Who had told him not to give in? The riding crop came down with dangerous force on his thigh, missing his balls by inches. He jumped and hissed in pain. "Who told thee to stop?" She screamed at him and lifted the crop for another blow. He resumed licking, long slow licks dipping in now and then. His mind was working on escape. He stopped and hesitantly addressed his mistress.

"Mistress…may …I lick your boot…?" He said it softly before giving her a roundhouse lick that made her shudder. "Please…" He sucked fiercely on her clit, eliciting a moan of passion from her. Again his heart leapt. This was going to be difficult!

"Yesss…" With that she rose gracefully and presented her right foot for his delectation. He shivered at the sudden coolness of the air on his skin. He lifted his hands to cup the heel and toe of the boot. He was sitting up, his tongue lathing up and down the toe and heel of the boot. Her knee bent more acutely as he shuffled into a kneeling position. His tongue left the boot and his hands tightened their grip. He heaved upwards, tipping her over backwards into the library once more.

He followed her in, wreathed in fury, looking for all the world like a demon himself. He focused only on her destruction. He opened the weapons chest and dragged out the blood-axe. She was scrambling away from him, fear showing in her eyes for the first time. He strode across the floor and swung the axe. He hesitated. The Dominatrix was no longer there. Abigail stood in her place. She was dressed in the same outfit.

"If you kill her Mr.Giles I die. That was the deal I made. She knows you're a Watcher and she can't destroy you. She sent me to plead for mercy." The axe head hit the floor and he took several ragged breaths before realising he was without clothing and very much aroused. He looked at Abigail with lust in his eyes. Perhaps it could work out… Buffy handed him his jacket to cover himself. She was blushing. He smiled and nodded at Abigail and she disappeared. The Dominatrix was back. She took a step toward him and kissed him. Then she was gone. Willow had a strange enigmatic look on her face. Xander managed to look inadequate.

The next day dawned crisp and clear. Abigail walked into the library, smiling at him. "Well done, Mr.Giles, well parried, well hung." She winked and started her shelving duties.

Giles looked at her over his glasses. He was going to like having a shelver in the library.

The End. Next adventure Abigail.

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