A Clockwork orange tree

PART I
THE DROOGS

Chapter 1
'' In the Korova ''

There was me, that is Alex and my three Droogs ( Friend ) 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 ascending hours of the day and as usual we had spent the previous hours out of school, school being no longer entertaining oh my buddy. But parents Nox was approaching like the Sun Myung Moon to the clouds and so and melodic theme approached your small teller to check the study of our dedicated teachers to be nice and sparkling bring in of the expected negativity. After purchasing our new masquerade party, me wearing a Hitler mask, Adolf Hitler being my favorite dictator, Saint Peter the Apostle wearing a Margret Thatcher mask from the early 90s, Georgie wearing an Obama masquerade party, a perfect alternative for my vernal droog as he has the `` yes we can '' attitude that I oh so admire in fellow hooligan and Dim in the usual ape masquerade which was fitting to his personality and low intelligence. Before leaving we had various 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
'' amercement art ''

After a final exam methamphetamine hydrochloride each and a splash of backchat we set off into the setting sun towards our school.

The construction was like the towns people, it having a rotten a disgusting appearance which was nearly as bad as the crumble interior. The teachers themselves always stood consecutive dressed in the hight of twist fashion like well trained soldiers of education.

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

As we passed through the skill section we saw Mr Matthews, the sex hormone dependent PE teacher practicing in the gym hall as he always did in his spare part fourth dimension. early than his presence the hall stood entirely separated making it a utter commencement 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 lambast first, an upperclass cane being my personal choice of weapon as it as fashionable as pain sensation inflicting. One ready smack to the chin sent his teeth flying from his oral fissure like petals from a blossom as the descended to the flooring with his now unconscious mind body.
But our fun did n't stop there my brothers, as we had to assure he would n't arouse. A few more bitch to the face, breast and ballock then he was a `` kip beauty ''.

As we strolled with adrenaline and the old moloko doing the backstroke through our venous blood vessel we headed to mathematics for the our next sojourn. We entered the classroom, not bothered about anyone hearing or seeing us as the side by side elbow room is in another area of the building. So we burst into the room mask first terrifying the old cow into shock absorber and the classic pleading for clemency. Without a instant thought Georgie unleashed his crowbar across her nose, snapping it to the rightfield and letting the delightful red river of her blood run south to the story. She being a middle aged cleaning woman meant it only took a few lashings of our arm to take in her `` unavailable '' for the eventide. As her body lay sleeping on the floor her bare ass was visible under her bird. I stood there staring at her pink thong thinking away to myself"should I have her ?"No, it would be best to relieve my energy for a more worthy lady. Another time perhaps.

And for the terminal rap we headed to the top story towards the art department. And in the just undecided schoolroom there she stood oh my Brother. Ms Michaels, the 20-something devotchka ( cleaning lady ) stood with her slender back towards us writing `` welcome Parents ! '' upon the trash board. We 'd keep this one awake as we each took turns fucking her, that was a veridical kick and good for a bit of the old ultra-violence. I being passkey and leader of my droogs always had the for the first time go.

When she noticed our mask her formula turned to a playful, surprised and nervous look, one which changed to sheer revulsion as we approached her. Georgie and Pete each grabbed and arm and slew their manpower up towards her cheekily visible chest. I held her ramification apart with my infantry and used her skirt to hold her ankles close together. Without difficulty Dim tore her passably pink panties from her perfectly round ass and used them to gag her squeals. Oh cloud nine, oh ecstasy, oh heaven my brothers the delight the devotchka brought was extraordinary. As I forced myself deeper inside her I pinched her nipples and forcefully pulled her towards me. I like to look into their optic when I fuck them.

I always got bored immediately after my turning and so I entertained myself by carving smiley faces into the wall while the others had their routine. Then came an unexpected arriver my chum as two parents entered the way smiling eagerly until our horrible endeavor met their eye sight. With Georgie 's crowbar in one hand and Dim 's Ernst Boris Chain in the other I was an unstoppable wolf swinging each toy towards the unsuspicious adult. Then suddenly as the range of mountains and crowbar reached for them something, unusual happened. They both squeezed together like accepting the end but wanting to hold each other for solace like. Hysterical thought I as each took a skag to the boldness colliding their heads together like a classic funniness moment. After a few whipping, almost being unneeded and just for gag both the mother and father lay beaten and broken on the classroom floor each of them holding the others deal as the red river began to pour over the brown carpet. True artwork thought I. The only bit worthy of having a place in this schoolroom. Sadly their wallets were rather abandon compared to the money I usually steal from others.

Chapter 3
'' My personal souvenir ''

I awoke the keep up dawn in the turning point of the abandoned cinema that at nighttime we call home base my crony along with Dim, Pete and Georgie. In the center of the room, like us surrounded by broken glass and break off wood, Ms Michaels lay hog-tied and gagged face down in the sharp shavings of the once loved building. Like the previous night she gently wept, knowing it would n't do any good she made no attack to scream for help. While my droogs slept I took the opportunity to try something, unlike. After asking her she shook her head to slump having tried it, but that just made affair more concern. I removed the homemade gag and forced myself into her lip, it would be the closest to lube that this devotchka deserved. After that I pulled open her luscious cheeks I sent my tongue swimming into her holes. Then, without being even slightly gentle I forced my unlubed unprotected self into her fresh pickle, it was her first meter at anal, and from her shrieking and cursing, it would be her hold up. After a while her shriek died down and she bang to accept the pain but then I began to violently spank her, and pulled and twisted her lilliputian mammilla making her once again yip and groan. 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 kick and shrieking, making the game more fun for your humble narrator, down to the basement. The horrid smell could be noticed from exterior, the cerebration 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 solicitation I thought to myself. And I still had three Thomas More bulwark to use.

Chapter 4
'' The old surprise sojourn ''

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

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

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

'' roll in the hay off get Alex to do it he does fuck all but boss us all around. ``

I then smacked Dim across the face with my cane.

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

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

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

'' 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 liquidness his body let spill.

It was an old Gerald R. Ford, nothing peculiar but since it had a decrepit 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 rural area roads of the Nox casting other travellers to the position playing pig of the route, what we needed now was somewhere isolated for the old surprise visit, that was a real rush and full for dozens of the old ultra-violence.

After searching through roads and roads we soon came across an sequester picayune upperclass bungalow hidden away in the country fields. `` perfect. '' I said

I gave some quick knocks on the threshold before this middle aged devotchka answered in an all pervert voice.

'' Yes can I help oneself you ? ``

'' Miss please helper there 's been a dread accident. My friend 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 make a telephone. ``

Then an older voice of some guy called from inside.

'' Who is it dear ? ``

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

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

As soon as she unchained and fully opened the room access she had full horizon of our masks, crowbars, range and canes.

But before this poor cow had the luck to scream for assistant Dim was round her dragging her to the living room like a cloggy shopping bag.

As I danced along behind them Pete and Georgie grabbed the old fall guy 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 guys surprised face.

'' Just singing in the rain ''

A smacking across his wife 's

'' What a brilliant feelin'''

Then I tore off this young devotchkas red short dress.

'' I 'm happy again ''

Another slap.

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

As I had my twist, me still always being first-class honours degree, I continued to sing like a great vocal fowl doing the most inexcusable human activity. I 've always loved such lovely lovely music.

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

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

'' I 'm laughing at swarm ''
'' So dark up above ''
'' The suns in my heart and soul ''
'' And I 'm set up for love ''

Chapter 5
'' No grounds ''

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

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

'' You and your booster 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 imply we 're to be blamed. It was parents night sir, lots of us school kids were there. '' I said

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

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

Another failed effort from Mr Sargent Kennedy. London 's finest I joked to myself.
Not to worry about your modest storyteller comrade 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 decent out of it. A few months ago I rode her ass at a party, when I arrive home plate tonight I'll mail our John Singer Sargent the video, the TV of row being directed by your narrator.

Anyway although we were getting skinny to getting caught now than ever. I blame Dim. Some of his `` personal touches '' we too dark even for me oh my crony. Last Nox for instance as we were enjoying the old in-out in-out with that young soon to be married Devotchka. He made her swallow her wedding annulus when it was his turn with her.

My succeeding motility was simple then, I had to kill Dim before he gets us caught. It 's a necessary ritual killing my blood brother and I know thou shall pour forth a teardrop to see him go. But it must be done.

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

I arrived habitation that dark around 2am but get and father knew better than to question me. I lived in a simple coarse flat in due south London. My room was filled wall to wall with such beautiful icon and painting of ultra-violence as well as the old in-out in-out ( sex ). I turned to my music program library and played Beethoven 9th philharmonic, played by the London symphony orchestra orchestra. I lay on my and stroked my knife against my young incoming beard as Beethoven 's blissful tone surrounded me and I planned how to get rid of miserable old Dim. The method did n't matter. It could be speedy and painless or farsighted and most enjoyable brothers. Either would be first-class as long as no-one suspected your humble narrator.

Then an idea plopped into my gulliver. he-goat Boy. Our old enemy in the Night and schoolhouse Oncorhynchus keta in the daylight hours. I could kill Dim and blame the old act on him, we 're all filled with such hatred for chum that they 'd want to believe its him.

The watch day schooltime was still shutdown from parents Nox and it was to bright for our usual fun and games so there 'd only be a few berth billy could be. The most obvious being his home. It being midday his parents were still put working and earning leaving 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 geezerhood younger than us, and holding a drink in his other as they laughed and giggled away. Then something strange happened as this young chump fell to her side unconscious and not unsurprisingly billy was n't too shocked at her sudden modification in consciousness. I need not secern you what happened succeeding brothers, but sickening it was to see. After recording it with my sound grand it made it handy for blackmail.
Then a grin possessed me crony. I need not frame billy for killing Dim, I could make 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 disoblige to `` straighten up '' properly. But if she did n't think of then no harm done.

I met with my Droogs in the korova milk bar later that Nox as it was our tradition.
I had billy Boy waiting in the bathroom to take care of Dim as he went for a piss, which would n't be long away. Dim entered the bath and as he pissed billy club Boy swung for him with a blade and surprisingly Dim ducked mindful of the attack and threw his chain off Billy and it slid over to my feet.

'' aid us Alex ! '' shouted Dim

But I just stood there observing like an audience peering through the one-fourth rampart. As soon as Dim realised I was n't on his side of meat, which took a while since it was Dim doing the thought process he began to attack billy and get the better of him. So I grabbed his range and smacked quick and brutally across the optic sending him south to the floor in excruciation at which point he-goat finished the job nervously stabbing him in the pharynx. As I stood behind Billy holding Dims string I thought, why not ? Two birds one stone and all that. And so I put Billy out his guilty misery chocking him very horrorshow. After he 'd passed on I left the mountain range there so the others would mean it was one killing the other in a moment of bad luck, justice in a sense.

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

Thats lesson one my comrade, I will always win.

END OF PART I