A Clockwork Orange River

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 plans for tonight 's entertainment.

It was in the moon rise hour of the day and as usual we had spent the previous 60 minutes out of school, school being no longer entertaining oh my brothers. But parents Night was approaching like the moon to the clouds and so and idea approached your abase narrator to control the reports of our dedicated teachers to be nice and sparkling clear of the expected negativity. After purchasing our new masks, me wearing a Hitler masquerade party, Hitler being my darling potentate, St. Peter wearing a Margret Thatcher mask from the early 90s, Georgie wearing an Obama masquerade party, a everlasting choice for my younger droog as he has the `` yes we can '' attitude that I oh so admire in fella hooligans and Dim in the common ape masque which was fitting to his personality and low intelligence information. Before departure we had several more glasses of the old moloko ( Milk River containing drugs ) as this would sharpen you up for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

Chapter 2
'' fine art ''

After a terminal shabu each and a splash of backchat we set off into the setting sun towards our school.

The edifice was like the towns people, it having a rotten a disgusting appearance which was nearly as bad as the decay interior. The instructor themselves always stood unbent dressed in the hight of doctor up fashion like well trained soldiers of education.

As we toured down the disjunct corridors we peeked into each loss elbow room to see to it we did n't pass any of our `` superiors '' as they put it themselves.

As we passed through the scientific discipline department we saw Mr Gospel According to Matthew, the steroid dependent PE teacher practicing in the gym hall as he always did in his spare time. Other than his mien the manse stood entirely isolated making it a perfect start to our night of the old ultra-violence. As our boots tip-toed across the hall he suddenly turned and stared at us now sprinting to him cane first, an upperclass cane being my personal choice of weapon as it as stylish as pain inflicting. One quick flavour to the Chin sent his teeth flying from his rima oris like petal from a flower as the descended to the floor with his now unconscious body.
But our fun did n't check there my brother, as we had to check he would n't awaken. A few more kicks to the face, chest and testicles then he was a `` quiescence beauty ''.

As we strolled with adrenaline and the old moloko doing the backstroke through our venous blood vessel we headed to maths for the our adjacent visit. We entered the schoolroom, not bothered about anyone hearing or seeing us as the adjacent way is in another area of the building. So we burst into the elbow room masquerade party first terrifying the old cow into daze and the classic pleading for mercy. Without a second thought Georgie unleashed his pry bar across her nozzle, snapping it to the right and letting the delightful red river of her blood run south to the flooring. She being a eye aged woman meant it only took a few slews of our weapons to make her `` unavailable '' for the evening. As her torso lay sleeping on the storey her bare ass was visible under her chick. 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 energy for a more worthy dame. Another fourth dimension perhaps.

And for the final rap we headed to the top floor towards the art department. And in the simply open schoolroom there she stood oh my brothers. Ms Michaels, the 20-something devotchka ( fair sex ) stood with her slender back towards us writing `` Welcome Parents ! '' upon the chicken feed board. We 'd stay fresh this one awake as we each took turns fucking her, that was a genuine charge and effective for a bit of the old ultra-violence. I being master and loss leader of my droogs always had the first off go.

When she noticed our masks her aspect turned to a playful, surprised and nervous spirit, one which changed to sheer horror as we approached her. Georgie and Pete each grabbed and arm and slue their hands up towards her cheekily seeable chest. I held her branch apart with my feet and used her wench to confine her ankle close together. Without difficulty Dim tore her fairly knock panty from her perfectly round ass and used them to gag her squeals. Oh bliss, oh raptus, oh paradise my brothers the delight the devotchka brought was sinful. As I forced myself deeper inside her I pinched her nipples and forcefully pulled her towards me. I like to search into their centre when I fuck them.

I always got bored immediately after my turn and so I entertained myself by carving smiley faces into the wall while the others had their turn. Then came an unexpected arrival my crony as two parents entered the room smiling eagerly until our horrible endeavor met their eye sight. With Georgie 's crowbar in one manus and Dim 's chain of mountains in the other I was an unstoppable fauna swinging each toy towards the unsuspecting adults. Then suddenly as the range of mountains and pry reached for them something, unusual happened. They both squeezed together like accepting the end but wanting to defend each former for puff like. Hysterical thought I as each took a smack to the typeface colliding their heads together like a Graeco-Roman comedy moment. After a few whipping, about being unnecessary and just for gag both the female parent and beginner lay beaten and broken on the classroom floor each of them holding the others hand as the red river began to pour over the brown carpet. True nontextual matter thought I. The alone piece worthy of having a place in this classroom. Sadly their wallets were rather hollow compared to the money I usually steal from others.

Chapter 3
'' My personal memento ''

I awoke the following morning in the corner of the abandoned cinema that at night we call home my buddy along with Dim, Pete and Georgie. In the Centre of the elbow room, like us surrounded by broken Methedrine and intermit wood, Ms Michaels lay hog-tied and gagged face down in the shrewd shavings of the once loved building. Like the old night she gently wept, knowing it would n't do any effective she made no endeavour to scream for supporter. While my droogs slept I took the chance to try something, different. After asking her she shook her head to worsen having tried it, but that just made things more interest. I removed the homemade gag and forced myself into her mouth, it would be the closemouthed to lube that this devotchka deserved. After that I pulled open her delectable impertinence I sent my glossa swimming into her trap. Then, without being even slightly mollify I forced my unlubed unprotected self into her unused hole, it was her first clip at anal, and from her howler and cursing, it would be her last. After a while her screams died down and she bang to accept the painfulness but then I began to violently spank her, and pulled and twisted her tiny nipples making her once again yelping and moan. Eventually even that was n't enough. So I unscrewed the top of my cane to reveal my secret blade or `` Betty '' as I called it. Then using `` Betty '' I ensured she screamed.

What a mess.

I dragged her kicking and shriek, making the game more fun for your humiliate teller, down to the cellar. The horrid smell could be noticed from exterior, the intellection of spending hours among it was enough to even sicken myself oh my brothers. Once in the basement I tied her to the wall with the others. What a collection I thought to myself. And I still had three Sir Thomas More wall to use.

Chapter 4
'' The old surprisal sojourn ''

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

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

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

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

I then smacked Dim across the boldness with my cane.

'' Watch that ! picket that my Brother ! '' I said intimidatingly

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

'' Without me, without us, your imperfect, your nothing. ``

'' Appy-polly-lodges '' said Dim meaning he 's grim

To simplify thing I accepted and we got in the car leaving the old guy face down in his own red river and any other liquid state his body let spill.

It was an old Ford Hermann Hueffer, nix particular but since it had a weak and pitiful owner it was n't something to ignore my blood brother. And since we needed transport to the countryside it was an easy victory.

As we traveled through the nation roadstead of the night casting other travellers to the side of meat playing hog of the road, what we needed now was somewhere isolated for the old surprise visit, that was a real beef and good for lashings of the old ultra-violence.

After searching through roads and roads we soon came across an isolated little upperclass cottage hidden away in the country fields. `` perfective tense. '' I said

I gave some flying smash on the door before this midsection aged devotchka answered in an all sophisticated voice.

'' Yes can I serve you ? ``

'' Miss please helper there 's been a terrible accident. My friends lying on the road bleeding to decease ! I was wondering if I ca n't use your telephone ? ``

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

Then an older voice 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 better let him in. ``

As soon as she unchained and fully opened the doorway she had replete panorama of our masquerade, crowbar, chain and canes.

But before this poor cow had the prospect to scream for help Dim was round her dragging her to the living way like a heavy shopping bag.

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

Then as the fun began I burst out in song

'' I 'm singing in the rain ''

flush to the old guys surprised face.

'' Just singing in the rain ''

A slap across his wife 's

'' What a brilliant feelin'''

Then I tore off this untried devotchkas red niggling dress.

'' I 'm well-chosen again ''

Another slap.

While dim held her from behind Pete and Georgie mercilessly held the panic-struck old cunt and ensured he got a undecomposed eyeful of the show.

As I had my turn, me still always being showtime, I continued to sing like a great song bird doing the most unforgivable bit. I 've always loved such lovely cover girl music.

After we all had a go Dim spread the gasoline around the room as Pete sat stroking the lighter. But I would be the one to light it oh my brothers, that honour would be mine.

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

'' I 'm laughing at swarm ''
'' So dark up above ''
'' The Sun in my heart ''
'' And I 'm ready for love ''

Chapter 5
'' No evidence ''

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

'' Then why have no billing been placed buddy ? ``

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

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

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

'' Just take heed to me little Alex if you or your friends step one toe out of channel 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. ``

Another failed attempt from Mr Sargent Kennedy. Greater London 's finest I joked to myself.
Not to occupy about your humble storyteller brothers I knew they had no evidence they never do. I noticed the photo of his daughter on his desk dressed in her school uniform, she looks courteous out of it. A few calendar month ago I rode her ass at a political party, when I arrive home tonight I'll ring mail our John Singer Sargent the video, the video of track being directed by your narrator.

Anyway although we were getting closer to getting caught now than ever. I blame Dim. Some of his `` personal touches '' we too wickedness even for me oh my Brother. lowest dark for case as we were enjoying the old in-out in-out with that young soon to be married Devotchka. He made her swallow her wedding party ring when it was his turn with her.

My next relocation was simple then, I had to defeat Dim before he gets us caught. It 's a necessary sacrifice my brothers and I know thou shall shed a rent to see him go. But it must be done.

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

I arrived home that dark around 2am but overprotect and father knew amend than to question me. I lived in a simple mutual flat in South Greater London. My room was filled bulwark to wall with such beautiful pictures and painting of ultra-violence as well as the old in-out in-out ( sex ). I turned to my music subroutine library and played Ludwig van Beethoven 9th philharmonic, played by the Jack London philharmonic orchestra. I lay on my and stroked my knife against my young incoming beard as Beethoven 's blissful tones surrounded me and I planned how to get rid of poor people old Dim. The method did n't subject. It could be quick and painless or recollective and virtually enjoyable brothers. Either would be splendid as long as no-one suspected your abase narrator.

Then an idea plopped into my gulliver. Billy Boy. Our old enemy in the night and school day chum in the daytime hour. I could kill Dim and charge the old act on him, we 're all filled with such hatred for brothers that they 'd want to believe its him.

The following day school was still shutdown from parents Night and it was to bright for our common fun and biz so there 'd only be a few home billy could be. The most obvious being his dwelling. It being midday his parents were still put working and earning leaving Whitney Moore Young Jr. billy boy home alone. Looking through the sustenance way window I seen billy siting with his hand round some young devotchka, who looked a few years younger than us, and holding a drinkable in his other as they laughed and giggled away. Then something unusual happened as this Whitney Moore Young Jr. mark fell to her face unconscious and not unsurprisingly billy was n't too shocked at her sudden alteration in cognisance. I need not tell you what happened following chum, but sickening it was to witness. After recording it with my phone thou it made it handy for blackmail.
Then a grin possessed me brother. I need not redact billy for killing Dim, I could get to him do it.

After a patch he finished up, and I followed him as he left her unconscious mind at a bus stop, he did n't even trouble oneself 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 billy Boy waiting in the toilet to take in upkeep of Dim as he went for a piddle, which would n't be long away. Dim entered the bath and as he pissed Billy Boy swung for him with a blade and surprisingly Dim ducked aware of the attack and threw his concatenation off Billy and it slid over to my feet.

'' assistance us Alex ! '' shouted Dim

But I just stood there observing like an consultation peering through the fourth paries. As soon as Dim realised I was n't on his side, which took a while since it was Dim doing the intellection he began to attack billy and get the substantially of him. So I grabbed his range and smacked quick and brutally across the heart sending him south to the floor in agony at which point Billy finished the job nervously stabbing him in the throat. As I stood behind billy holding Dims string I thought, why not ? Two hoot one stone and all that. And so I put Billy out his guilty wretchedness chocking him genuine horrorshow. After he 'd passed on I left the chain there so the others would think it was one killing the former in a moment of bad luck, justice in a sense.

Just as I pictured after alerting them of 'my horrid discovery'then figured they must have killed each other in the attack. They all stood there grieving the loss of earnest 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 PART I