Crag the Giant
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 12: Josiane, part 1
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 12: Josiane, part 1 - Giants are one of the magic peoples. Crag the giant lives alone on his small mountain. He lives near a village where he does his trading. He trades for things he does not make or grow himself. He hunts and traps on his property to supply meat, herbs, fruits, medicines, and other edibles he gathers. He acts as the local sheriff. Besides his adventures, the local maidens have heard of his love-making skills. At the start of his story, he finds a young girl elf hiding on his land. 17 Chapters
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual High Fantasy Paranormal Magic Harem Petting Safe Sex Big Breasts Size Small Breasts
Crag’s story to Siggy continues on...
Josiane had been beaten by her husband.
Josiane said, “So Tork leased this place, Crag?”
I said, “Well, not exactly. His father had leased the lot for 100 years. Usually, I transfer the lease to relatives at death or abandonment. He inherited the house from his mother when she died. It has about 65 years left on the lease. If he’s not here, then the house becomes yours because I say so.”
About that time, Tork started to wake up. I choked him out again. I did not care much for him, and if he died by accident or mishap, it would be a small loss to anyone.
She said, “Wow, you did that so easily. I wish I could choke the living daylights out of him. He’s an evil man and has tortured me since I arrived here. I was so ashamed and didn’t think anyone would ever help me.”
I said, “Well, it may be a little late now, but I am a ranger and the law around here. Most folks know to let the bartender at the pub know when something is not right. I check in with him often and take care of problems.” (Shakes Tork again)
She said, “Who do I talk to about the lease?”
I said, “You just did. I own all the land here. My mountain over there,” (I point across the river), “and all the way up Waylet Mountain behind us. (I point behind us).”
“It includes the short section of the Little River; all this is mine. It has been in our family for over a thousand years. It’s my fiefdom held under patent from the King; I report directly to the Baron.”
I continued, “Originally, there was no village, but people liked the remote area and the freedom it had. It’s freedom from the government, mostly because it’s so remote. It’s not the normal fief where farmers plant crops, and the lord steals most of the profit. I own the land and most of the folks like it here.”
“So if I asked you to get rid of the trash here, I can live on here in this house without Tork?”
I said, “You’re his wife, so yes. If he leaves, which I intend, you take possession of the house and the lot it sits on. He’s effectively abandoned it then.”
“What happens after the lease expires?”
I said, “Um, that’s a secret. Nothing happens. I only take the land back if it’s been abandoned. Keep that fact close to you. I want there to always be a village here. Charging too much or too often for a lease is going back on the original deal my ancestors began with. I feel that’s cheating people to charge them over and over again. I keep it easy and low-cost to live here. So, how are you going to manage without dip-shit, here?”
“I work in the laundry at the inn. The maids bring the linens down, and I wash them and hang them up to dry. Later I iron them. It’s not much money, but he (she points at Tork) steals most of the money to pay for his drinking. The inn pays me, and he turns around and drinks it up. It’s my own little circle of life.”
I said, “So, that’s why you’re so thin-looking? This asshole has been stealing your money for drinking, and he makes you starve?”
“That’s the short version of the story. Tork hates how I look, so we never have sex, but he’s the cause of it. Not much money for food; he uses most of it to get drunk. I am constantly covered in bruises and cuts, and have been underfed for a long time now. So then he beats me even worse. I have been so worried I would die soon, I didn’t think I could go on much further.”
I said, “Give me the word, and this excrement is going for a river cruise elsewhere and banished from this shire. I will make it official by informing Baron Wexter of the charges, my findings, and the banishment.”
“You can do that?”
I said, “Oh yes. Did people at the inn know about him and his treatment of you?”
“Yes, why?”
I said, “That makes them accessories to his crimes. I am angry about that, and I will have words with them as soon as I take the trash out. (shakes the hell out of Tork) I will leave you for now, but I will be back soon to see about your cuts and bruises.”
I dragged Tork out and down to the river. He started to wake up.
“What, what are you doing?”
I said, “I’m taking out the trash. Are you stupid as well as vicious to women? You are hereby banished. You’re leaving on the first barge north.”
“You can’t do that, I have rights.”
“I’m the LAW here, Tork. I can very well do as I chose as I’m the fief holder hereabouts AND the ranger.”
“Listen up! Tork Joris, I find you guilty of the following charges: Public intoxication, breaking the peace, spouse abuse, neglect, and attempted murder. You are hereby banished from this shire for life. Notification of the charges and my ruling will be delivered to the Baron.”
He said, “You can’t do that. I own that house. I didn’t do anything.”
I asked, “What happened to Compt Hieman?”
He said, “Hieman. He was banished for theft, that’s different.”
“Not really, he did less than you. I am placing several charges against you. You are banished like Hieman. Your other choice was that I put you in the stocks and give you 20 lashes in public, 3 days in the stocks, no food or water.”
I went on, “I didn’t ask you about that choice because I know what a pussy you are. You couldn’t take 20 lashes from me. There are lashes, and then there are MY lashes. I’m angry enough that I would kill you for beating a woman. So, do you want the lashes and banishment, or to skip straight to the banishment?”
“What about my wife?”
I said, “What wife? You’re abandoning her right now. She is your heir, so she gets the house. She’s a single woman now.”
“WHAT! You can’t do that.”
I said, “Ha, ha. I did it, you little Turd. Your name will be Turd around here from now on, rather than Tork, or are you thinking about the lashes? Ha ha ha, Be happy to...”
“Woe is me.”
I said, “Those 20 lashes are really looking better and better to me, so shut the fuck up. Here we are.” I stopped at the riverfront and looked up and down the river.
There was one barge. I dragged Tork to the barge. “Ah, Simret, good to see you, friend. Are you leaving today?”
“Yes, Crag. What’s that you have there?”
“Trash. A petty criminal. A wife-beater that’s been found guilty. He’s hereby banished. I would appreciate it if you’d drop him off outside of our shire.”
Tork Joris exclaimed, “He can’t do that to me. I’m an important man around here.”
“Did I not just tell you to shut the fuck up? (Smack!) You are neither a man nor important. You’re a vagrant troublemaker and a turd. You live off your wife’s wages, beat and starve her. Are you saying you’ll take the 20 lashes? Please, I would prefer that myself. I haven’t given a good lashing in over a decade. I miss it. 20 lashes then, Tork?”
He mumbled, “No, no lashes.”
I saw the fight go out of him. Here at the river, it became suddenly real for the little shit-head.
Simret said, “Crag, I’ll need 15 coppers for his food.”
“15 Coppers? Seems steep to me for a single piece of bread and a sip of river water. Tell you what, I’ll give you the 15 coppers to take this garbage away. Don’t feed him. He’s been stealing his wife’s pay and drinking up all her money at the pub. He should feel some of what she has been feeling.”
I continued, “Feel free to punch and kick him. Fuckin’ wife-beater. Simret, his wife, is a very sweet and kind woman. It might be different if she deserved it. Nobody deserves this piece of crap as a husband.”
Simret spat in his hand, I spat in mine, and we shook on the deal. I pulled out the coins from my purse and handed them to him.
“If this Turd, that’s his new name now, if Turd becomes a problem, throw him overboard. Do it near a swamp where the big crocodiles live. If you want to tie him up and gag him now, this is a good time to do it while I’m holding him.”
I pulled some raw leather lashings out of my pockets. I kept them for just this reason. Simtret and I moved him out of the way. I tied the lashings, and then Simret found a dirty-looking rag to gag the little shit-head.
“Turd...” He didn’t look at me, so I slapped him hard.
“Do I have your attention now? Do you know the punishment for returning here? Death. I will pass the word around town that if anyone sees you, they are to kill you on sight. Do you understand that?”
Of course, nothing in life was easy for Turd. He did not shake his head or anything, so I slapped the side of his head again. “GOT IT?”
“Mffr fugga.”
“Mother Fucker, huh. How about those 20 lashes AND banishment? I feel you’re getting off too lightly as it is. We can do both, you know. Hmm ... I think 20 lashes, then throw you in the river tied up and alive. I’m sure the Baron would forgive me under these circumstances.”