Made Magi: A Mage Mafia Tale

“NO! NO IT WAS DANNY! DANNY WAS THE RAT! PLEASE NO!” The roaring wails of Giancarlo echoed as he was dragged kicking and screaming to the basement of the palatial manor by the four enforcers, all while the assembled heads of the Magi Houses looked on. The frantic man struggled valiantly against the four enormously muscled men, but it was useless; no man or shackled mage could escape their magically enhanced grips. With one final scream of terror, Giancarlo was lifted up and violently slammed down onto a waiting, archaic looking gurney, his limbs being pinned by multiple restraints and a muzzle fitted over his large mouth, plunging the basement into silence.

“Giancarlo Tatorini, you have been summoned by this council to answer for your crimes against the magi world. Let your crimes be read against you before you suffer the ultimate punishment as decided upon by your captor, Daniel Ricci. First, for the crime of…” The Archmagus entoned, his heavily accented voice booming off the cold stone of the basement as all eyes fell upon the accused. Giancarlo’s face was pale and drenched in sweat as he tried to fight against the magic muzzle, his brown eyes constantly flicking towards the man who had captured him, though it was all in vain. Meanwhile, Danny hid his smile in the shadows of his lowered hood. Giancarlo was right, he HAD been the rat that had leaked evidence of the Mage Mafia’s business dealings in the magical criminal underworld to the Magical Law Bureau. But what the unfortunate magus hadn’t realized is that Danny was MUCH better at magically erasing his tracks. And creating new ones that had led directly to Giancarlo’s doorstep, painting the middle-aged man as the reason why all the Houses were now having to restrict their dealings to fully legal means of income. At least until the next election and new candidates could be bought (or mind controlled, it honestly didn’t matter).

But for all the misfortunes befalling the Magi right now, life was about to get that much better for Danny. For ‘finding out’ about the ‘rat’, Danny was being promoted to a Made Magi, an position of high honor within the Magi Mafia. After so many years of being a soldier, he was becoming head of his own House! He’d get the respect he deserved, the money he desired, and best of all, all the women he desired. Even if it was pretty common for Magi to change some schmucks into hotties for an evening’s entertainment and then sent to work in the bars and brothels as dancers and waitresses. But no, THIS particular woman was going to be his PERFECT woman, his wife, his gun moll, his dame, the old ball and chain that would keep his house, birth his heirs and be completely loyal until the end of time. Or until she became inconvenient, whichever happened first.

“Daniel, do you have anything to say to the accused before we begin?” The Archmagus said, and all of the shadowed, robed heads turned to him. Danny took a deep breath and stepped forward, slowly sliding the hood of his robe back to reveal his sleek black hair and magically enhanced good looks. He put on the most sorrowful face he could muster as he stood in front of Giancarlo.

“Oh Carlo, Carlo Carlo Carlo. Why’d you do it man? We were like brothers! We came up together! Takin’ on the world together! We could have had it all, but you had to turn into some…some snitch! I thought I knew you, man. But I guess when this is all over, we can get to know each other all over again. Ciao, Carlo. See you on the other side” Danny hung his head in a moment of silence for the sake of the crowd. Meanwhile, Giancarlo’s terrified eyes narrowed to a hateful glare, as if the doomed mage was trying to cast some form of curse with his eyes alone. Danny gave him a quick smirk before turning sorrowful once more, turning to face the assembled Houses.

“It is done. From this moment let the heinous memory of Giancarlo Tatorini fade from the minds of the world and be replaced by his better, drawn from the mind of the one who captured him” The Arch Magus bellowed, his robed arms open wide as the powers of the arcane began to swirl around him, “Danny, step forward and kneel”

This was it. Danny nodded solemnly and moved to the Archmagus and knelt before the old fart, closing his eyes as he felt the arcane tickle the hair on the back of his neck.

“Picture what you desire from the flesh of this fool, and it, much like you, will be made” The Archmagi’s said, and Danny did so. He pictured a buxom brunette beauty, as curvy as her hair was long and curly. Full, kissable lips, soft eyes and a round face. Her breasts would be impressive, but even moreso her ass, which would dominate the short, tight dresses that should would love to wear. Her legs would be deceivingly long looking on her short frame, connected to hips that could kill a man with just the right wiggle and shake. And her feet would be small, her throat slender, and her hands soft and womanly, perfect for all their new duties. Most Made Magi tended to go for larger tits on their stick women, but Danny was an ass man, and loved them a little thicker.

The magi felt the waves of arcane energy flow around his body as the magic read his thoughts, turning his perfect fantasy into reality as it was channeled towards the restrained form of Giancarlo…Who would known now and forever more as Gina Tatorini. She would have a thick Brooklyn accent, that sexy as hell voice like Fran Drescher when she WASN’T The Nanny. She would be witty, fast enough to keep up with Danny but not quite smart enough to do things on her own. She would lean on the words ‘like’ and ‘ohmahgawd’ a lot, she’d be loud and wild when appropriate, but demure and quiet when it was not. Gina would know every single one of Danny’s favorite meals, how to cook and clean, how to keep a house and most importantly, how to please Danny in every way. She would be a master of sex in all of it’s forms, and would be a loving, caring mother when it was time to spawn an heir (or several). She’d never complain, she’d never doubt, and she’d always be loyal no matter what.

“The ritual nears completion!” The Archmagus boomed from above him, and Danny smiled, throwing one last little twist on the spell; He wanted Giancarlo to remain deep within Gina, knowing full well what had happened, what he had become, and whose property he now was. Giancarlo would never be able to do anything but observe, a prisoner in his former body and mind that would only been seen as a shadow across Gina’s face whenever Danny desired it. After all, it was no fun if his new fucktoy was simply a fucktoy. He wanted to make Giancarlo suffer.There was a thunderous BOOM and a wave of magical energy as the ritual ended and the changes were affirmed in reality. Danny allowed himself a throaty chuckle as he felt the warm wave wash over him on the way to Giancarlo, eager for it to be done.

THREE MONTHS LATER

“Like OH MAH GAWD! HONEY, LOOK AT THIS PERFECT DRESS I FOUND!”

Giancarlo looked up from his phone and smiled as his wife, Danielle (Dani, for short) posed for him, showing off her KILLER ass in a tight leopard print dress. They were by the massive pool of their new, equally huge house, enjoying the warm summer weather, a far cry from where they’d both been three months ago.

“Lookin’ good, babe! Can’t wait to make a rug out of it later!” He called out, earning a husky giggle as she bit her lower lip, staring lovingly at him in anticipation. And then she turned and minced into the house, her hips rocking side to side and causing Giancarlo’s dick to nearly skyrocket off his crotch. GodDAMN that woman had an amazing ass! And to think, that for a brief moment he had feared it was going to be HIS ass for the rest of his life! But when the ritual completed and the massive wave of energy had washed through the basement…Giancarlo had opened his eyes to see that HE hadn’t been changed! Instead, a knockout beauty, more than a little dazed, was standing in front of the Archmagus, who was inspecting his handiwork as the four magically empowered enforcers had released the once-doomed man from the restraints.

“Our apologies, Giancarlo. We knew that if we did not play along, Daniel would flee and make bringing him to justice that much harder. But we, the collected Houses, recognize your efforts to bring that traitor to justice, and for the traitor, a fitting end as what he desired most. As a reward for your unwavering loyalty to Magedom and the Houses, we have agreed that a new House is to be brought into the fold, with the proper means to expand it.  Let it been known that on this day, House Tatorini took it’s rightful place on this Council!” The Archmagus commanded, and the collected heads of each House chanted in agreement. And then Danielle was in his arms, clearly still dazed and confused, but Giancarlo saw the hint of something in those large brown eyes. Something that was screaming in horror, but buried so deep down that it could never rise to the surface.

“Oooh, heeey baby…” The gorgeous woman in his arms slurred as she nestled closer to him, her soft, cool skin on his own, “I think I haaad t’much t’drink. Les go hhome, kay?” And go home they did. Instead of blustery, cold old New York, House Tatorini was stationed in sunny California where the two of them had gotten fast to work on expanding the Mage Mafia’s interests…And their own. Giancarlo felt his cock throbbing beneath the light robe he was wearing and gazed longingly at the open back door into the mansion that had been provided to them. He couldn’t take it anymore, and with a grunt he pulled himself out of the lawn chair and headed inside to find his wife waiting for him in the bedroom, her new dress already flung to the floor as Danielle displayed her perfect body to her perfect lover. It didn’t take long for Giancarlo to shed what little clothes he had been wearing and plunge into her. Her womanly folds accepted him, and soon they were making passionate love. Maybe tonight they’d make that heir.

But every now and then, as they kissed, Giancarlo could see that glimmer of something within his wife’s eyes. He could never tell what it was, but Danielle never showed him anything but unwavering love, support and loyalty. He shrugged it off as he plunged into her once more, earning a loud, satisfied gasp for his efforts.

Life as a Made Magi, for Giancarlo at least, was perfect.