A Clockwork orange

PART I
THE DROOGS

Chapter 1
'' In the Korova ''

There was me, that is Alex and my three Droogs ( friends ) that is Pete, Georgie and Dim. And we sat in the Korova milk bar enjoying the old milk+ as we concluded programme for tonight 's entertainment.

It was in the moon rise hr of the day and as common we had spent the old hours out of school, schoolhouse being no longer entertaining oh my brothers. But parents night was approaching like the moon to the cloud and so and idea approached your humble teller to ensure the story of our dedicated teachers to be prissy and sparkling elucidate of the expected negativity. After purchasing our new masks, me wearing a Hitler mask, Der Fuhrer being my favorite dictator, Peter wearing a Margret Margaret Thatcher mask from the ahead of time 90s, Georgie wearing an Obama mask, a everlasting alternative for my youthful droog as he has the `` yes we can '' attitude that I oh so admire in fellow ruffian and Dim in the usual ape mask which was fitting to his personality and low intelligence operation. Before passing we had several Thomas More meth of the old moloko ( milk containing drugs ) as this would taper you up for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

Chapter 2
'' Fine art ''

After a last deoxyephedrine each and a splash of banter we set off into the setting sun towards our school.

The construction was like the towns masses, it having a rotten a disgusting appearing which was nearly as bad as the dilapidated interior. The instructor themselves always stood straight dressed in the hight of pervert manner like well check soldiers of education.

As we toured down the isolated corridors we peeked into each passing room to ensure we did n't pass any of our `` superiors '' as they put it themselves.

As we passed through the skill department we saw Mr Matthews, the steroid dependent PE teacher practicing in the gym Hall as he always did in his supernumerary time. Other than his bearing the hall stood entirely isolated making it a everlasting commencement to our nighttime of the old ultra-violence. As our boots tip-toed across the residence he suddenly turned and stared at us now sprinting to him cane first, an upperclass cane being my personal pick of arm as it as fashionable as pain inflicting. One promptly smack to the chin sent his dentition flying from his back talk like petals from a flower as the descended to the story with his now unconscious body.
But our fun did n't stop there my brothers, as we had to assure he would n't awaken. A few Sir Thomas More kicks to the nerve, chest and testicles then he was a `` sleeping beauty ''.

As we strolled with adrenaline and the old moloko doing the backstroke through our nervure we headed to Mathematics for the our side by side visit. We entered the classroom, not bothered about anyone auditory sense or seeing us as the next way is in another field of the construction. So we burst into the room masquerade party first terrifying the old cow into shocks and the definitive pleading for mercifulness. Without a second gear mentation Georgie unleashed his crowbar across her nose, snapping it to the right and letting the delightful red river of her descent run south to the floor. She being a center aged woman meant it only took a few lashings of our weapons to make water her `` unavailable '' for the evening. As her body lay sleeping on the floor her bare ass was visible under her doll. I stood there staring at her pink g-string thinking away to myself"should I have her ?"No, it would be best to save my get-up-and-go for a more desirable Lady. Another meter perhaps.

And for the final smash we headed to the top level towards the art department. And in the only if open classroom there she stood oh my chum. Ms Michaels, the 20-something devotchka ( woman ) stood with her slender book binding towards us writing `` receive Parents ! '' upon the crank plank. We 'd keep this one awake as we each took turns fucking her, that was a very kick and good for a bit of the old ultra-violence. I being master and leader of my droogs always had the outset go.

When she noticed our masks her expression turned to a playful, surprise and skittish look, one which changed to cut horror as we approached her. Georgie and Pete each grabbed and arm and slip their hands up towards her cheekily visible chest of drawers. I held her legs apart with my animal foot and used her skirt to carry her mortise joint close together. Without trouble Dim tore her somewhat garden pink step-in from her perfectly fill out ass and used them to gag her squeals. Oh blissfulness, oh ecstasy, oh Shangri-la my brothers the joy the devotchka brought was extraordinary. As I forced myself rich inside her I pinched her nipple and forcefully pulled her towards me. I like to look into their eyes when I fuck them.

I always got bored immediately after my go and so I entertained myself by carving smiley faces into the wall while the others had their tour. Then came an unexpected arrival my sidekick as two parents entered the elbow room smiling eagerly until our ugly try met their eye sight. With Georgie 's pry in one manus and Dim 's chain in the former I was an unstoppable beast swinging each toy towards the unsuspecting grownup. Then suddenly as the chain and crowbar reached for them something, strange happened. They both squeezed together like accepting the end but wanting to hold each former for comforter like. Hysterical thought I as each took a smack to the face colliding their foreland together like a definitive clowning mo. After a few trouncing, well-nigh being unneeded and just for laughs both the mother and father lay beaten and broken on the classroom storey each of them holding the others hand as the red river began to pour over the brown carpeting. True artwork thought I. The only art object worthy of having a place in this classroom. Sadly their pocketbook were rather empty compared to the money I usually steal from others.

Chapter 3
'' My personal relic ''

I awoke the pursue morning in the corner of the abandoned cinema that at nighttime we call home my Brother along with Dim, Pete and Georgie. In the nub of the room, like us surrounded by rugged drinking glass and broken forest, Ms Michaels lay hog-tied and gagged face down in the incisive shavings of the once loved construction. Like the previous night she gently wept, knowing it would n't do any commodity she made no attempt to yell for avail. While my droogs slept I took the opportunity to try something, different. After asking her she shook her head to refuse having tried it, but that just made things more concern. I removed the homemade gag and forced myself into her backtalk, it would be the unaired to lubricate that this devotchka deserved. After that I pulled open her luscious cheeks I sent my tongue swimming into her mess. Then, without being even slightly assuage I forced my unlubed unprotected self into her fresh hole, it was her first time at anal, and from her screams and cursing, it would be her lastly. After a while her scream died down and she bang to take on the infliction but then I began to violently larrup her, and pulled and twisted her petite nipples making her once again yelp and groan. Eventually even that was n't enough. So I unscrewed the top of my cane to disclose my enigma vane or `` Betty '' as I called it. Then using `` Betty '' I ensured she screamed.

What a mess.

I dragged her kick and shriek, making the game more fun for your humble storyteller, down to the basement. The horrid smell could be noticed from outside, the thought of outlay hr among it was enough to even sicken myself oh my brothers. Once in the basement I tied her to the bulwark with the others. What a assembling I thought to myself. And I still had three more wall to use.

Chapter 4
'' The old surprisal visit ''

'' Please do n't hurt me ! '' said the old man

'' Shut up you old bitch ! '' I cheerfully exclaimed

'' Dim grab his Key and get in the fucking car ! '' hollered Georgie

'' screw off get Alex to do it he does fuck all but boss us all around. ``

I then smacked Dim across the look with my cane.

'' Watch that ! Watch that my brother ! '' I said intimidatingly

'' I aint your sidekick no more and would n't want to be ! '' whimpered Dim

'' Without me, without us, your weak, your zippo. ``

'' Appy-polly-lodges '' said Dim substance he 's drear

To simplify matter I accepted and we got in the car leaving the old guy face down in his own red river and any early liquids his torso let spill.

It was an old Gerald Ford, zilch limited but since it had a unaccented and distressing owner it was n't something to ignore my chum. And since we needed rapture to the countryside it was an easy victory.

As we traveled through the rural area roads of the night casting other traveller to the side playing hogs of the road, what we needed now was somewhere isolated for the old surprise visit, that was a real kick and skillful for tons of the old ultra-violence.

After searching through roadstead and roads we soon came across an keep apart little upperclass cottage hidden away in the country bailiwick. `` perfect tense. '' I said

I gave some quick knocks on the door before this heart aged devotchka answered in an all sophisticated voice.

'' Yes can I help you ? ``

'' young woman please help there 's been a terrible chance event. My friend lying on the route bleeding to death ! I was wondering if I ca n't use your telephone ? ``

'' I 'm dreadfully sorry but I 'm afraid we do n't throw a telephone. ``

Then an Old representative of some guy called from inside.

'' Who is it dear ? ``

'' There 's a young man here, he says there 's been an accident. ``

'' Well I suppose you best let him in. ``

As soon as she unchained and fully opened the doorway she had full horizon of our masks, pry, chains and canes.

But before this hapless cow had the prospect to scream for help Dim was round her dragging her to the living elbow room like a cloggy shopping bag.

As I danced along behind them Pete and Georgie grabbed the old sap who was sitting typing away on his computer.

Then as the fun began I burst out in song

'' I 'm singing in the rain ''

Boot to the old hombre surprised face.

'' Just vocalizing in the rainfall ''

A slap across his wife 's

'' What a glorious feelin'''

Then I tore off this untried devotchkas red little dress.

'' I 'm happy again ''

Another slap.

While dim held her from behind Pete and Georgie mercilessly held the terrified old bitch and ensured he got a thoroughly eyeful of the show.

As I had my go, me still always being for the first time, I continued to sing like a groovy call Bronx cheer doing the most unforgivable acts. I 've always loved such lovely lovely music.

After we all had a crook Dim spread the gasoline around the elbow room as Pete sat stroking the ignitor. But I would be the one to light it oh my brother, that honor would be mine.

I could n't tell you if the screamed or not, when we were close enough to hear them over the fire I was still singing.

'' I 'm laughing at clouds ''
'' So dark up above ''
'' The suns in my heart ''
'' And I 'm ready for passion ''

Chapter 5
'' No evidence ''

'' listen piffling Alex we know it was you ! '' exclaimed the officer.

'' Then why have no care been placed brother ? ``

'' You and your friends or, what 's is it you call them ? Droogs ? '' he chuckled,

'' That 's not even fucking English ! ``

'' Us been mentioned by name does n't mean we 're to be blamed. It was parents night sir, lots of us school nestling were there. '' I said

'' Just take heed to me piffling Alex if you or your friends step one toe out of line it 'll be the end for you. You may only be xv but it 'll be prison this time ! ``

'' Now get the fuck out my office staff. ``

Another failed attempt from Mr Sargent Kennedy. London 's finest I joked to myself.
Not to concern about your humiliate storyteller brothers I knew they had no grounds they never do. I noticed the photo of his daughter on his desk dressed in her schoolhouse uniform, she looks dainty out of it. A few months ago I rode her ass at a party, when I arrive house tonight I'll ring armor our Sargent the video, the TV of path being directed by your narrator.

Anyway although we were getting penny-pinching to getting caught now than ever. I blame Dim. Some of his `` personal mite '' we too dark even for me oh my brothers. Last night for instance as we were enjoying the old in-out in-out with that youthful soon to be married Devotchka. He made her live with her hymeneals mob when it was his turn with her.

My following move was simple then, I had to wipe out Dim before he gets us caught. It 's a necessary forfeit my Brother and I know thou shall shed a snag to see him go. But it must be done.

Chapter 6
'' Once a brother, once a friend ''

I arrived home that night around 2am but mother and father knew better than to question me. I lived in a simple common flat tire in South London. My way was filled paries to wall with such beautiful impression and picture of ultra-violence as well as the old in-out in-out ( sex ). I turned to my music library and played Beethoven 9th symphony, played by the capital of the United Kingdom philharmonic orchestra. I lay on my and stroked my tongue against my new incoming beard as Beethoven 's blissful note surrounded me and I planned how to get rid of poor people old Dim. The method did n't thing. It could be quick and painless or long and virtually enjoyable chum. Either would be splendid as long as no-one suspected your low narrator.

Then an approximation plopped into my gulliver. Billy Boy. Our old foe in the dark and school chum in the day hours. I could vote out Dim and fault the old act on him, we 're all filled with such hate for Brother that they 'd want to believe its him.

The keep up day school was still shutdown from parents dark and it was to bright for our usual fun and plot so there 'd only be a few plaza billy could be. The most obvious being his home. It being midday his parents were still put working and earning leaving Thomas Young billy boy home alone. Looking through the living room window I seen billy siting with his hired hand round some young devotchka, who looked a few years youthful than us, and holding a drink in his other as they laughed and giggled away. Then something unusual happened as this young fool fell to her face unconscious and not unsurprisingly billy was n't too dismayed at her sudden change in consciousness. I need not recount you what happened next pal, but sickening it was to witness. After recording it with my phone thou it made it W. C. Handy for blackmail.
Then a grinning possessed me comrade. I need not frame billy for killing Dim, I could take a shit him do it.

After a patch he finished up, and I followed him as he left her unconscious at a bus stay, he did n't even bother to `` straighten up '' properly. But if she did n't remember then no damage done.

I met with my Droogs in the korova Milk River bar later that night as it was our tradition.
I had he-goat Boy waiting in the bathroom to take care of Dim as he went for a urine, which would n't be long away. Dim entered the bathroom and as he pissed Billy Boy swung for him with a blade and surprisingly Dim ducked aware of the attempt and threw his chain off Billy and it slid over to my feet.

'' Help us Alex ! '' shouted Dim

But I just stood there observing like an audience peering through the quaternary wall. As soon as Dim realised I was n't on his side, which took a spell since it was Dim doing the thinking he began to attack billy and get the skillful of him. So I grabbed his concatenation and smacked ready and brutally across the eyes sending him south to the level in agony at which spot truncheon finished the job nervously stabbing him in the throat. As I stood behind billy holding Dims chain I thought, why not ? Two raspberry one stone and all that. And so I put Billy out his shamefaced misery chocking him rattling horrorshow. After he 'd passed on I left the strand there so the others would retrieve it was one killing the other in a moment of bad fortune, Justice Department in a sense.

Just as I pictured after alerting them of 'my horrid find'then figured they must bear killed each other in the attack. They all stood there grieving the loss of dear old Dim. I just stood aside them calmly finishing my moloko plus, secretly grinning.

Thats lesson one my brothers, I will always win.

END OF role I