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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Free!
  Relationship:
      Mikoshiba_Momotarou/Original_Female_Character(s)
  Character:
      Mikoshiba_Momotarou, Original_Female_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Torture, Captivity, Kink_Meme, Free!_Kink_Meme, Femdom, Blood_and
      Torture, Injury, Burns, Gang_Rape, Prompt_Fill, Whump
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-05-03 Words: 3577
****** Peaches and Cream ******
by hameru
Summary
     The thrill of adrenaline in Momo's veins slows down to a steady
     thrum. He takes his cap off and shakes his hair out, looking up at
     the scoreboard. Not only was today a win for Samezuka, but he beat
     his personal best and pride warms him like a sunburst. He can't wait
     to tell Pyuunsuke all about it.
     He starts heading toward the showers when a chipper voice calls out
     to him.
Notes
     written for the following prompt on the iwatobi kink meme:
     http://iwatobiswimclub.dreamwidth.org/
     2701.html?thread=3220877#cmt3220877
     hope it was what OP was looking for.
See the end of the work for more notes
The thrill of adrenaline in Momo's veins slows down to a steady thrum. He takes
his cap off and shakes his hair out, looking up at the scoreboard. Not only was
today a win for Samezuka, but he beat his personal best and pride warms him
like a sunburst. He can't wait to tell Pyuunsuke all about it.
He starts heading toward the showers when a chipper voice calls out to him.
"Yoohoo~!"
Momo turns back to see a strange girl waving at him, her and her friends
jogging over. "Hi there!" 
"Hey," he replies.
"We watched your race," says the girl who was waving.
"You were really good out there," chirps one of her friends.
Momo puffs proudly and flashes them a grin. "Thank you! They call me Japan's
Legendary Sea Otter!"
The first girl giggles and then introduces herself. "I'm Natsuki. This is my
sister, Masako, and our friends, Kanae and Saya. Do you wanna come hang out
with us?"
Momo flounders, roses blooming in his cheeks. It's not every day that good
looking girls just walk up to him and invite him to hang out. And they are good
looking girls. Natsuki is really cute. She's short and a little chubby, her
smile as sweet as the chocolate brown of her eyes, hair streaked with pink. It
matches the pink bag slung around her shoulder. Her sister has big, watermelon
sized boobs that swell in the generous neckline of her Lala-Lulu tank top and
colorful bracelets all the way up her arms.
Kanae must be into sports because she's pretty muscular. Gou would like her,
her cropped top shows off a defined, toned stomach and her arms are almost as
big as his. She has tan lines and crimped blue hair that trails down to a
generous butt. Big eyelashes lid sparkling eyes in Saya's face, a coat of gloss
making her lips shimmer. She has a svelte figure with long, smooth legs and a
petite waistline.
He'd really like to, but...
"My school's bus is leaving soon," he sighs.
"We can give you a ride back later," says Saya. "I may not look it, but I'm 18.
I have my license. My van's in the parking lot right now."
"Oh." Momo brightens up. "Alright then. Thanks."
He expects he'll still get to hit the showers and change, but Masako giggles
and grabs him by the hand, sprinting to the parking lot. They're all pretty
excited. It's making him really excited too, so he doesn't ruin the moment by
asking to go back and change. Masako's boobs bounce with every step and he
can't help flushing. Her cleavage is even better than Rin's.
She pulls him up to a stop by what's presumably Saya's van.
"Hold on a sec," Kanae says, "I just have to move somethings in the back." She
slides open the door and begins rummaging around.
"So where are we going anyway?" asks Momo.
"A surprise," Natsuki chimes, winking at him as she pokes his nose.
"Alright. We're just about ready to go," announces Kanae.
Momo turns around. She's got a baseball bat in her hand and he curiously tips
his head to the side. "Oh, is baseball what you play?"
Kanae grins instead of answering and swings it at his head.
===============================================================================
Pain is the first thing Momo registers when he wakes up. A blunt, throbbing
tempo centered in his temple. When he blinks his eyes, the world looks fuzzy,
abstract. He tries to groan and realizes there's something in his mouth. It's
thick, cottony, something like a rag but smoother. He can't spit it out because
there's something sealing his mouth shut too. It's sticky and it makes the skin
tight, tender.
Tape, he realizes vaguely.
Before he can ruminate anymore on this, ice water is tossed over him and he
jerks on the cement floor, shocked into alertness.
"There you are," purrs Masako. She stands over him with the bucket. The other
girls flank her. They're in a windowless room somewhere, all the pipes in the
ceiling making him think it's a basement. The fluorescent lighting is glaring
and harsh, hurts his eyes and seems to make the pain in his head worse too.
Momo wants to ask what's going on, but he can't with the way his mouth is taped
shut. He struggles to get up and stumbles, realizing he can't do that either.
His ankles are taped together. His wrists are taped together too, behind his
back. He can't pull them free.
His heart jumps up into his throat in alarm, hammering erratically.
"Which cock ring did you bring?" Saya asks. 
"The rainbow cage one," declares Natsuki, slipping a three-ringed object out of
the bag over her shoulder and holding it up to the light.
"Hang on," Kanae says. "We have to take out his legs before we get to that
stuff. Look at him, he's probably got a pretty hefty kick."
"Dibs on the right one," Masako chirrups, grabbing the baseball bat that leans
up against the wall. Momo rolls onto his back and scoots backward with his
heels to get away, the concrete scraping the pads of his feet.
"Aww," Masako coos as she skips up to him. "You look like a little inch worm."
 
She raises the bat high above her head and brings it down on his right knee.
There's a loud, wet crunch and Momo screams behind the gag as white flashes
across his vision, agony raging up like the joint in a wildfire.
"I call the left!" Natsuki takes the bat from her sister and swings it at his
ankle like golf club.
Hot, stuffy air stabs Momo's lungs as another muffled scream rips itself from
his throat, the blow sending a detonation through his entire leg.
"That was a terrible swing," Kanae critiques. "Let me show you how it's done."
Natsuki hands her the bat. Momo tries to squirm away but moving intensifies the
pain and all he can do is brace himself as she strikes him in the ribs. A
flurry of anguish riddles through every rung and it's too much to bear, he
faints.
Momo is forced back to awareness as another bucket of ice water assails his
flesh.
Masako drops the empty bucket right on his legs and causes a shockwave through
the injured limbs. Saya squats down beside him, pinching his chin between her
thumb and index finger.
"No taking naps," she breathes icily. "We're just getting started."
She gives him a cruel smile and stands up, whisking around and walking away
with a sensual sway in her hips. Natsuki picks up the bat again.
"Alright," she says, eyes flashing as she ogles Momo with a wolf's predatory
gaze. "Let's see if I do it right this time."
She swings it down with a peppy flourish and destroys his other knee, another
scream lunging from his lungs to get smothered under his gag. But this time his
scream is tired, resigned to this.
"He can't kick anymore," Masako says decisively.
"Nope," Natsuki agrees. She takes cock ring out of her bag again and crouches
down. She slips a butterfly knife out of the bag next and slices the tape off
Momo's ankles. It's a careless action, she cuts him in the process.
She yanks his legs apart. It jars the bones sundered beneath his skin. His legs
are screaming. Their wails are silent but he can feel them tearing up his
eardrums.
Natsuki yanks his swimwear down and tosses it to Saya. "Here, catch!"
Saya giggles and rubs her face into it, inhaling loudly. "Mm. Nothing like the
smell of chlorine and ballsack."
"Let me sniff," quips Kanae. She tosses it to her and the three of them bat it
around like it's a beach ball while Natsuki takes his member and slips the ring
over it. It's too tight. It pinches him severely and more than anything, Momo
just wants to tell her to stop.
He makes a pleading noise under the gag and lifts his head, imploring her with
his eyes. Natsuki meets them and blows him a kiss. She cups his balls and
strokes him tenderly. She dips her head and presses featherlight kisses to it,
flicking her tongue over the underside. Momo hates it. His stomach churns in
revolt, veins glacial. It feels twisted. It isn't supposed to be like this.
He can taste bile rising up in the back of his throat, but his body is
responding anyway. When he's fully hard, she lifts her skirt and mounts him.
She doesn't have to take off her underwear because she isn't wearing any. Her
warmth envelops him and it's a very new, very wrong sensation. She rides him to
the rhythm of the aching in his legs, digs her glittery fingernails into the
skin above his hips.
Momo's cold. Her heat is centered in his groin only and the floor is so, so
cold in contrast. He feels like he's laying on a sheet of ice. The air bites
his skin like an arctic gale.
"How does he feel?" Saya asks.
"Good," Natsuki moans. "So good."
"Hopefully his tongue is too." Saya grabs the butterfly knife and kneels by
Momo's head. She puts the blade to his throat as she tears the tape off his
mouth, pressing it in just hard enough to draw a ruby thread of blood. "Try to
bite me or do anything else funny and I will kill you. Understand?"
Momo hurriedly nods.
"Good boy." She wrenches his jaw open and takes the gag out of his mouth,
discarding it on the floor. Now he can see that it's a pair of panties. Plain
white panties.
Saya scoots so her knees are on either side of his head and then rises on them,
poised over his face. She isn't wearing underwear either.
"Now you're going to lick," she tells him. "You're going to lick until I don't
want you to anymore. If you're still entertaining any funny ideas, know I will
slash your throat the second you do something I don't like."
 "Okay," Momo agrees in a thin, watery voice he scarcely recognizes as his own.
She lowers herself until her folds touch his lips. "Start licking."
He's never done this before, but he immediately begins lapping at her. The
taste isn't a bad one, although it's not particularly good either. It's a
thick, hot taste, a thick, hot scent. Momo grazes his tongue over her back and
fourth, timidly swirls it inside. Novice or not, he must be doing a good job
because he hears her making small, encouraging noises.
He squeezes his eyes shut and imagines that she's Gou. He'd love to do this for
Gou. Gou is so cute, cheeks flushed prettily, her hair out of its ponytail and
messily cascading over her bare shoulders. He makes her happy like this. He
brings those sweet, pleased noises out of her and her fingers tangle in his
hair. She tugs but not so hard that it hurts and—
But it does hurt because this is not Gou. His heart crumbles in his chest like
cracked plaster, knives in his stomach.
Natsuki tips her head back and lets out a long, ragged groan as she comes, her
fluids flowing over his skin. She climbs off of him and Saya reaches her limit
just moments later. Momo slurps her contents up like he's seen in porn. Surely
it's what he's supposed to do.
"My turn," Kanae declares. She tugs down her shorts, then her underwear, and
paws through Natsuki's bag. She pulls out a yellow rope a couple centimeters
thick and ties a slipknot with quick, deft fingers. Momo distantly concludes
that she must do this a lot.
She grabs him by the hair and yanks his head up, slipping the loop around his
neck.
"Please don't," begs Momo. Nothing good can come from a noose.
Kanae bristles and backhands him fiercely. "We didn't say you could talk."
As she mounts his shambled leg he screeches loud enough to shatter crystal. She
rocks herself against his bloated knee, wrangling another pained wail out of
him that she silences with a firm jerk of the rope. The knot tightens and the
rope bites into his neck. Her warm wetness trickles over his swollen plum flesh
as she continues grinding on him.
A suppressed groan ripples through his chest. Kanae pants heavily, her cheeks
flushed. A small, animal like noise puffs from her lips as she pulls the rope
taut. Momo coughs, vision swimming. His windpipe struggles under the pressure,
all air intake cut off. His face grows hot and she just keeps humping him. Her
grip on the rope never slackens and boiling tears roll down from his eyes.
He can't breathe. His lungs shrivel in his chest like prunes, white noise
roaring in his ears. He tries to again to free his wrists to no avail. His
mouth gapes open and closed like a guppy out of water as he fights for air and
finds none.
His head spins in a fog of slurry colors and pure pain. Then the fight in him
dies as the room fades to black.
Fire brings him to his senses this time.
His synapses jolt and he's yowling before he even registers what's happening.
He's been rolled over onto his stomach, wrists freed. Someone's panties are
wrapped around his right forearm and the panties have been set on fire. Flames
blaze through the fabric and lick his skin, horrible smell rising thick in the
air. The girls tip their heads back in pretty, musical laughter.
It's a searing, blinding flurry of pain, the time he splashed hot soup on his
fingers amplified tenfold. With a breathless whimper, Momo tries to roll his
arm over to put the fire out and a distinct lance shoots straight to the
marrow. He can't move it, they've broken it. But his other arm is free. He goes
to pat out the flames and Saya stomps down on his fingers.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Momo cries out.
They all laugh louder and Masako kicks him in the head.
"Why are you doing this?" he squawks as he watches his flesh bubble and
blisters, scarcely able to string the sentence together through the intensity
of the burning.
"Shut up, your voice is annoying." Masako kicks him in the head again.
"I don't know," says Natsuki. "I think his pleading is kind of cute."
"You've always had weird tastes." Kanae teasingly pokes her in the cheek as
Momo lets out another strangled scream.
The flames burn out when the panties are devoured and the flesh of his arm is
left a ragged black and red topography. Masako unzips her jeans and wiggles
them down her hips. She does a double take when she sees Saya's still stepping
on his hand.
"Hey, you didn't break his fingers, did you? I was gonna use those!"
Saya blinks and then raises her foot. "Wiggle your fingers, kid."
Momo bites his lip and does as he's told. They aren't broken, just bruised.
"Good." With that, Masako crouches and picks up his hand. She draws his fingers
over her folds and gives him a broad, shining grin.
"Go on," she instructs. "Make me happy."
Momo's never touched a girl that way before. He's never even kissed a girl. He
tentatively strokes his fingers back and fourth along her entrance and keeps at
it when this seems to elicit a positive response. He can barely concentrate
when the pain from sizzling skin and splintered bone blends together to be this
lightning storm shredding through every nerve.
He continues anyway, slipping a couple fingers inside her and pumping them in
and out. Masako's breath hitches. She tangles her fingers in his hair and goads
him on. 
"Now my clit," she huffs at him.
He doesn't know what that is and nervously tells her so. This sets them all off
laughing again.
"God, kid, have you ever even talked to a girl?" Natsuki slaps her forehead.
"You're gonna have to thank us for this later."
Masako guides his fingers to this little nub and he takes the cue and rubs her
there, the action absent as his mind snaps to the cosmic dangers of this dire
situation, his stomach roiling. What's going to happen to him? How long has he
been here? It feels like hours and he doesn't even know where here is. He needs
to go to the hospital. And why, why, why, why are they doing this?
Masako breathes a long, heavy moan and then takes his hand away. Her legs
quiver like gelatin and she sinks down to her knees. She simply pants for a few
moments, sweaty hair brushing against her scarlet cheeks. When she gets her
breath back, she lifts his hand and takes his pinkie, casually bending it back
until it snaps.
Momo yelps and Saya's heel smashes against his forehead. Masako breaks his ring
finger next. He wrenches his hand out of her grasp and the action costs him.
Kanae brings the bat down on his shoulder. White-hot pain rockets through the
socket.
"If you don't want that to be your spine next, you're gonna let her break the
rest of them," she warns.
Momo nods and grits his teeth to smother a whimper. Masako takes his hand back
and wreaks the rest of his fingers with a warm smile.
"He's got a cute butt," Natsuki appraises. "I'm gonna ride him."
There's a backpack in the corner that he didn't notice earlier. Just as he's
wondering how she'd even do that, she opens it and pulls out a strap-on. She
unbuttons her skirt and shimmies it down her hips, putting it on. The plastic,
purple penis is noticeably bigger than his own and scarily enough, there's a
small razor taped to the head. It's no bigger than the blade in a pencil
sharpener but it doesn't have to be to terrify him.
Momo makes an attempt to crawl away, but this razes his poor, crooked legs and
leaves him gasping for breath. Natsuki gets herself into position behind him
and wrenches his legs apart. Momo howls and helplessly scratches at the floor.
"Please don't," he sobs. "Stop it, please, don't do— AGHK!"
Natsuki rams into him without any preparation whatsoever. She grasps his waist
and thrusts deeper and deeper into him, the tiny blade slicing him on the
inside. He can feel the blood leak out and rivulet down his thighs, steaming
hot. He reaches his hand back and tries to claw her grip off, but this makes
his broken fingers scream in torment and Saya kicks him harshly in the back.
He can't do anything but strain against whimpering as she violates him again
and again, and again.
Momo's thighs become slippery with blood.
They're coated with it now. Each intrusion makes him dizzier and she just keeps
going. Her moans taunt him, enveloping his head as she reaps pleasure from his
suffering. It's an eternity before she's finally finished, but then the hell
isn't over because it's Saya's turn, then it's Kanae's turn, then it's Masako's
turn and he's a drooling, bleeding mess on the floor, a torrent of knives
tearing through his ass.
Momo's head is in a haze. The pain is blinding, the sheer violation leaves him
shaken down to his core. He feels like a cracked eggshell, he doesn't know how
much more he can take.
"I'm going to draw a picture," Saya says, scooping up the knife. Momo feels a
cold sting as she carves into his back.
"Ooh, what're drawing?" Kanae asks.
"Hello Kitty."
"Cute. Give it to me next, I wanna draw too."
The air nips his wounds but Momo has long accepted that resistance is futile.
Kanae slices a smiley face into his back.
"My turn," Masako says. "My picture is gonna be big!"
"What are you drawing? Natsuki asks.
They're all talking about him like he's some communal canvas. He wants to turn
invisible, or else disappear completely. He would thank the floor if it opened
up and swallowed him whole.
"Gaga-Ruru~!"
"You're such an otaku," Saya teases.
Masako playfully shoves her and then pierces Momo's back with the knife. She
digs it in a little deeper than the others did, dragging the blade around the
other artistic lacerations. She stabs and shears for fifteen minutes, spilling
his blood until she's satisfied with her doodle.
"Does Nee-chan want a turn?"
"No, that's alright." Natsuki says. "We should probably take him back now.
Somebody might've noticed he's gone. Kanae~ Do the honors, please?" 
Momo flinches in anticipation.
Kanae takes the bat and swings it back, cracking a jack-o-lantern worthy grin
at him. "Say goodnight, little Sea Otter!"
She whacks him right in the temple.
 
 
===============================================================================
 
 
"...Momo-kun? Momo-kun! Momotarou, talk to me!"
Momo comes to where he's been dumped behind the academy, blinking blearily as
Nitori's alarmed features sharpen before his eyes.
"Senpai," he croaks and tries to lift his head. It's too heavy and and the mere
attempt makes it feel like there are chainsaws buzzing through his skull.
"Hang on, Momo-kun," Nitori goes to grab his hand and stops abruptly, wincing.
"I called an ambulance. It's gonna be okay."
Momo shuts his eyes and those girls' gleeful faces are emblazoned on the back
of his eyelids, vivid as their cheery laughter echos in his ears.
Nothing is going to be okay.
End Notes
     included end bit as per OP's request of Momo not being dead.
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