Mal didn’t understand what had incited the attack.  One minute she’d been working her patrol and the next she found herself sprawled across the sidewalk, heaving as she tried to get to her feet. Had she somehow offended Chitose, tresspassing somewhere she shouldn’t? Or was she simply the victim of a bad mood? She wouldn’t say either way, swiftly kicking Mal in the stomach before grabbing her  by the hair and throwing her against a nearby trashcan.

“AGh…look…” She choked out, left breathless by the kick.  “you made your point, okay…? I won’t–ah!”  With a curt ‘shut up’ and a yank of her hair, she was silenced, the yakuza then hiking her skirt and tearing off her panties, prompting a gasp from the magical girl.

Instinctively, Mal ventured to look back at her, only for Chitose to clamp her hand around her neck, keeping her head facing forward as she thrust inside her damn near to the base as  Mal squealed in response.

The gang leader wasted little time getting started, thrusting hard enough to shake the frame of both Mal and the trash can she’d bent her over, the sound of flesh hitting flesh mingling with the poor magical’s choked cries and moans.  

Will already worn from the earlier fight, Mal would find herself drooling, the pain and discomfort from such a forceful initial intrusion quickly giving way to an overwhelming pleasure, feeling every vein and every pulse as Chitose yanked her hair and spanked her every so often, treating her like a toy.  

With all the overwhelming sensations Mal would find herself cumming long before her assailant, squirting pitifully on the concrete with a whimper as Chitose laughed derisively, saying something in a mocking tone she was simply too far gone to comprehend.

What she did comprehend as the sudden yank on her hair as Chitose’s pace started to quicken, the tell swelling of her cock driving an overstimulated Mal to whine and tighten around her, gasping and squealing with every thrust at that point until Chitose yanked hard, and held her there, her back forced into in arch as she hilted her, filling her ass with shot after shot of her cum.

Mal would sigh as the gangster pulled out of her, feeling the surreal sensation of her gaping hole clenching and unclenching in absence of that  battering ram of a cock. She was pushed to the ground haphazardly, Chitose now seemingly having satisfied her cravings of violence and lust in equal measure.