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 River bar enjoying the old milk+ as we concluded programme for tonight 's entertainment.

It was in the moon rise hours of the day and as common we had spent the previous 60 minutes out of school, shoal being no longer entertaining oh my brothers. But parents night was approaching like the lunation to the swarm and so and mind approached your low narrator to ascertain the report of our dedicated teachers to be prissy and sparkling straighten out of the expected negativism. After purchasing our new mask, me wearing a Hitler masquerade, Hitler being my favored authoritarian, putz wearing a Margret Thatcher mask from the early 90s, Georgie wearing an Obama masque, a utter choice for my unseasoned droog as he has the `` yes we can '' attitude that I oh so admire in mate rowdy and Dim in the usual ape masquerade party which was fitting to his personality and low intelligence. Before departure we had several more glasses of the old moloko ( milk containing drugs ) as this would sharpen you up for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

Chapter 2
'' mulct art ''

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

The building was like the townsfolk people, it having a rotten a disgusting appearance which was nearly as bad as the dilapidated inside. The teachers themselves always stood straight dressed in the hight of sophisticated fashion like well cultivate soldiers of education.

As we toured down the quarantined corridors we peeked into each going room to ensure we did n't hap any of our `` master '' as they put it themselves.

As we passed through the skill section we saw Mr St. Matthew, the steroid hormone dependent PE instructor practicing in the gym student residence as he always did in his plain time. former than his front the lobby 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 fashionable as pain inflicting. One spry smack to the Kuki-Chin sent his teeth flying from his mouth like petal from a blossom as the descended to the flooring with his now unconscious body.
But our fun did n't stop there my brothers, as we had to secure he would n't rouse. A few Sir Thomas More thrill to the face, pectus and testicles then he was a `` quiescency ravisher ''.

As we strolled with epinephrin and the old moloko doing the backstroke through our nervure we headed to Mathematics for the our future visit. We entered the schoolroom, not bothered about anyone hearing or seeing us as the side by side room is in another area of the building. So we burst into the room mask first terrifying the old cow into jounce and the classic pleading for mercifulness. Without a mo thought Georgie unleashed his pry across her nozzle, snapping it to the rightfulness and letting the delightful red river of her blood run south to the floor. She being a middle aged fair sex meant it only took a few loads of our arm to make her `` unavailable '' for the evening. As her body lay sleeping on the floor her bare ass was seeable under her wench. I stood there staring at her pink thong thinking away to myself"should I bear her ?"No, it would be best to save my energy for a more worthy lady. Another clock time perhaps.

And for the final rap we headed to the top level towards the art section. And in the solitary open air classroom there she stood oh my brothers. Ms Michaels, the 20-something devotchka ( charwoman ) stood with her slender book binding towards us writing `` Welcome Parents ! '' upon the chalk board. We 'd keep this one awake as we each took turns fucking her, that was a real kicking and commodity for a bit of the old ultra-violence. I being headmaster and leader of my droogs always had the first go.

When she noticed our masque her expression turned to a playful, surprised and unquiet look, one which changed to sheer horror as we approached her. Georgie and Pete each grabbed and arm and slid their hands up towards her cheekily visible chest. I held her legs apart with my ft and used her wench to hold back her ankle close together. Without difficulty Dim tore her pretty pink panties from her perfectly round ass and used them to gag her squeals. Oh bliss, oh raptus, oh heaven my comrade the pleasure the devotchka brought was sinful. As I forced myself deeper inside her I pinched her teat and forcefully pulled her towards me. I like to calculate 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 walls while the others had their act. Then came an unexpected arrival my pal as two parents entered the room smiling eagerly until our ugly endeavor met their eye pot. With Georgie 's crowbar in one hand and Dim 's chain in the other I was an unstoppable wolf 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 other for comfort like. Hysterical thought I as each took a smacking to the face colliding their principal together like a classic comedy moment. After a few beatings, most being unnecessary and just for laughs both the mother and Father lay beaten and broken on the classroom floor each of them holding the others manus as the red river began to pelt over the brown carpet. True artwork thought I. The only man worthy of having a blank space in this classroom. Sadly their pocketbook were rather empty compared to the money I usually steal from others.

Chapter 3
'' My personal souvenir ''

I awoke the following cockcrow in the corner of the abandoned celluloid that at night we call home my brothers along with Dim, Pete and Georgie. In the centre of the room, like us surrounded by weaken looking glass and broken forest, Ms Michaels lay hog-tied and gagged face down in the sharp shavings of the once loved construction. Like the premature night she gently wept, knowing it would n't do any good she made no attempt to scream for assistance. While my droogs slept I took the opportunity to try something, unlike. After asking her she shook her psyche to refuse having tried it, but that just made things more worry. I removed the homemade gag and forced myself into her mouth, it would be the closest to lube that this devotchka deserved. After that I pulled open her luscious cheeks I sent my clapper swimming into her cakehole. Then, without being even slightly gentle I forced my unlubed unprotected ego into her unused hole, it was her first time at anal, and from her screech and cursing, it would be her last. After a while her screams died down and she bang to go for the pain but then I began to violently larrup her, and pulled and twisted her tiny pap making her once again yelp and groan. Eventually even that was n't enough. So I unscrewed the top of my cane to let on my secret leaf blade or `` Betty '' as I called it. Then using `` Betty '' I ensured she screamed.

What a mess.

I dragged her kicking and screech, making the game more fun for your humble narrator, down to the cellar. The horrid smell could be noticed from outside, the thought of spending hours among it was enough to even revolt myself oh my Brother. 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 Thomas More walls to use.

Chapter 4
'' The old surprise visit ''

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

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

'' Dim grab his keys and get in the screw car ! '' hollered Georgie

'' Fuck 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.

'' vigil that ! picket 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 faint, your cipher. ``

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

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 his body let spill.

It was an old President Ford, nothing special but since it had a sapless and pitiful owner it was n't something to brush aside my brothers. And since we needed raptus to the countryside it was an easy victory.

As we traveled through the commonwealth roads of the night casting other traveller to the side playing hogg of the road, what we needed now was somewhere isolated for the old surprisal sojourn, that was a real kick and dear for lashings of the old ultra-violence.

After searching through road and roads we soon came across an isolated petty upperclass bungalow hidden away in the res publica fields. `` perfect. '' I said

I gave some promptly bang on the doorway before this middle aged devotchka answered in an all pervert voice.

'' Yes can I help oneself you ? ``

'' Miss please service there 's been a direful fortuity. My Quaker lying on the road 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 have a telephone. ``

Then an older representative of some guy called from inside.

'' Who is it dear ? ``

'' There 's a Whitney Moore Young Jr. 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 full position of our masquerade party, crowbars, chains and canes.

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

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

Then as the fun began I burst out in Song

'' I 'm singing in the pelting ''

kicking to the old hombre surprised face.

'' Just singing in the rain ''

A smacking across his wife 's

'' What a glorious feelin'''

Then I tore off this Thomas Young devotchkas red trivial dress.

'' I 'm happy again ''

Another slap.

While dim held her from behind Pete and Georgie mercilessly held the panicky old cunt and ensured he got a upright eyeful of the show.

As I had my turn, me still always being get-go, I continued to sing like a great song bird doing the most inexcusable acts. I 've always loved such lovely pin-up music.

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

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

'' I 'm laughing at clouds ''
'' So dark up above ''
'' The sunshine in my heart ''
'' And I 'm ready for love life ''

Chapter 5
'' No evidence ''

'' mind fiddling Alex we know it was you ! '' exclaimed the officer.

'' Then why have no charges been placed blood brother ? ``

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

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

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

'' Just mind to me little Alex if you or your friends step one toe out of furrow 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 effort from Mr Sargent Kennedy Interrnational. London 's finest I joked to myself.
Not to worry about your abase teller brothers I knew they had no evidence they never do. I noticed the picture of his daughter on his desk dressed in her school uniform, she looks nicer out of it. A few months ago I rode her ass at a party, when I arrive dwelling house tonight I'll mail our Sargent the video, the video recording of course being directed by your narrator.

Anyway although we were getting closelipped to getting caught now than ever. I blame Dim. Some of his `` personal trace '' we too dark even for me oh my pal. hold out nighttime for instance as we were enjoying the old in-out in-out with that young soon to be married Devotchka. He made her sup her wedding ring when it was his turn with her.

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

Chapter 6
'' Once a chum, once a protagonist ''

I arrived home that dark around 2am but generate and father knew meliorate than to query me. I lived in a simple common flat in South London. My room was filled rampart to wall with such beautiful pictures and paintings of ultra-violence as well as the old in-out in-out ( sex ). I turned to my euphony library and played Beethoven 9th philharmonic, played by the London philharmonic orchestra. I lay on my and stroked my tongue against my young incoming byssus as Beethoven 's blissful note surrounded me and I planned how to get rid of poor old Dim. The method did n't affair. It could be quick and painless or long and most enjoyable brothers. Either would be glorious as long as no-one suspected your base narrator.

Then an mind plopped into my gulliver. Billy Boy. Our old enemy in the night and school day brother in the daytime hours. I could stamp out Dim and blame the old act on him, we 're all filled with such hate 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 usual fun and game so there 'd only be a few places billy could be. The most obvious being his family. It being twelve noon his parents were still put working and earning leaving young billy boy home base alone. Looking through the sustenance way windowpane I seen billy siting with his manus round some Thomas Young devotchka, who looked a few years younger than us, and holding a drink in his early as they laughed and giggled away. Then something unusual happened as this young sucker fell to her side unconscious and not unsurprisingly billy was n't too blow out of the water at her sudden change in consciousness. I need not tell you what happened succeeding Brother, but sickening it was to witness. After recording it with my telephone set thou it made it handy for blackmail.
Then a grin possessed me brothers. I need not frame billy for killing Dim, I could pretend him do it.

After a while he finished up, and I followed him as he left her unconscious at a bus stop, he did n't even bother to `` tidy up '' properly. But if she did n't call up then no harm 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 bathroom to fill care of Dim as he went for a piddle, which would n't be long away. Dim entered the bathroom and as he pissed billy Boy swung for him with a brand and surprisingly Dim ducked cognizant of the attempt and threw his range 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 4th wall. As soon as Dim realised I was n't on his side, which took a patch since it was Dim doing the thinking he began to attack billy and get the practiced of him. So I grabbed his chain and smacked quick and brutally across the eyes sending him south to the floor in agony at which power point billystick finished the job nervously stabbing him in the pharynx. As I stood behind Billy holding Dims string I thought, why not ? Two bird one stone and all that. And so I put Billy out his hangdog misery chocking him actual 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 find'then figured they must consume killed each former in the attack. They all stood there grieving the loss of love 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 section I