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 plans for tonight 's entertainment.

It was in the moon rise hr of the day and as usual we had spent the previous hours out of schooltime, shoal being no longer entertaining oh my blood brother. But parents nighttime was approaching like the moon to the swarm and so and thought approached your low narrator to ensure the reports of our commit teachers to be nice and sparkling percipient of the expected electronegativity. After purchasing our new mask, me wearing a Hitler mask, Hitler being my preferred dictator, cock wearing a Margret Thatcher mask from the early 90s, Georgie wearing an Obama mask, a perfect tense selection for my young droog as he has the `` yes we can '' attitude that I oh so admire in lad hooligans and Dim in the usual ape mask which was fitting to his personality and low news. Before departure 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 glass each and a splash of banter we set off into the setting sun towards our school.

The building was like the townspeople people, it having a rotten a disgusting coming into court which was nearly as bad as the ramshackle interior. The teachers themselves always stood straight dressed in the hight of convolute style like well trained soldiers of education.

As we toured down the set apart corridors we peeked into each loss elbow room to ascertain 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 Matthew, the steroid dependent PE teacher practicing in the gym Radclyffe Hall as he always did in his spare time. Other than his presence the hall stood entirely isolated making it a perfect start to our Night of the old ultra-violence. As our boot tip-toed across the hall he suddenly turned and stared at us now sprinting to him cane first, an upperclass cane being my personal selection of weapon as it as stylish as pain inflicting. One quick smack to the Chin sent his dentition flying from his mouth like flower petal from a flower as the descended to the floor with his now unconscious mind body.
But our fun did n't hold back there my buddy, as we had to ensure he would n't awaken. A few more kicks to the nerve, chest and egg then he was a `` sleeping knockout ''.

As we strolled with adrenaline and the old moloko doing the backstroke through our veins we headed to maths for the our next visit. We entered the classroom, not bothered about anyone sense of hearing or seeing us as the adjacent elbow room is in another country of the construction. So we burst into the room masque first terrifying the old cow into jolt and the classic pleading for mercy. Without a second view Georgie unleashed his crowbar across her olfactory organ, snapping it to the right and letting the delightful red river of her blood run south to the floor. She being a midsection aged woman meant it only took a few stacks of our weapons to make her `` unavailable '' for the evening. As her body lay sleeping on the storey her bare ass was visible under her doll. I stood there staring at her pinko g-string thinking away to myself"should I have her ?"No, it would be best to save my energy for a more worthy lady. Another clip perhaps.

And for the final tap we headed to the top floor towards the art section. And in the only if open schoolroom there she stood oh my brothers. Ms Michaels, the 20-something devotchka ( womanhood ) stood with her slender back towards us writing `` receive Parents ! '' upon the chalk circuit card. We 'd keep this one awake as we each took turns fucking her, that was a real kick and good for a bit of the old ultra-violence. I being master and loss leader of my droogs always had the first go.

When she noticed our masque her facial expression turned to a playful, surprised and nervous look, one which changed to curve horror as we approached her. Georgie and Pete each grabbed and arm and slid their men up towards her cheekily seeable chest of drawers. I held her legs apart with my human foot and used her skirt to bind her ankles close together. Without difficulty Dim tore her pretty pink panties from her perfectly assault ass and used them to gag her squeals. Oh seventh heaven, oh hug drug, oh Shangri-la my pal the delectation the devotchka brought was extraordinary. As I forced myself bass inside her I pinched her nipple and forcefully pulled her towards me. I like to look into their middle 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 act. Then came an unexpected arrival my buddy as two parents entered the way smiling eagerly until our horrible effort met their eye sight. With Georgie 's pry in one manus and Dim 's chain in the other I was an unstoppable beast swinging each toy towards the unsuspecting grownup. Then suddenly as the concatenation and crowbar reached for them something, strange happened. They both squeezed together like accepting the end but wanting to hold each other for quilt like. Hysterical thought I as each took a slap to the side colliding their heads together like a classic clowning moment. After a few beatings, most being unnecessary and just for jest both the mother and don lay beaten and broken on the classroom floor each of them holding the others manus as the red river began to pour over the Robert Brown rug. True artwork thought I. The but composition worthy of having a place in this classroom. Sadly their wallet were rather abandon compared to the money I usually steal from others.

Chapter 3
'' My personal keepsake ''

I awoke the following morning in the corner of the abandoned cinema that at night we call home my Brother along with Dim, Pete and Georgie. In the centre of the room, like us surrounded by broken glass and broken forest, Ms Michaels lay hog-tied and gagged face down in the precipitous skimming of the once loved edifice. Like the former night she gently wept, knowing it would n't do any good she made no attempt to shout for help. While my droogs slept I took the chance to try something, different. After asking her she shook her head to go down having tried it, but that just made thing more concern. I removed the homemade gag and forced myself into her mouth, it would be the penny-pinching to lubricate 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 unused hollow, it was her first time at anal, and from her screams and cursing, it would be her last. After a while her screams died down and she bang to live with the painfulness but then I began to violently spank her, and pulled and twisted her flyspeck tit making her once again yelping and moan. Eventually even that was n't enough. So I unscrewed the top of my cane to unwrap my secret steel or `` Betty '' as I called it. Then using `` Betty '' I ensured she screamed.

What a mess.

I dragged her boot and screaming, making the game more fun for your humble teller, down to the basement. The horrid look could be noticed from outside, the persuasion of spending hours among it was enough to even sicken myself oh my crony. Once in the basement I tied her to the wall with the others. What a assembling I thought to myself. And I still had three to a greater extent rampart to use.

Chapter 4
'' The old surprise visit ''

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

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

'' Dim grab his key fruit and get in the nookie car ! '' hollered Georgie

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

I then smacked Dim across the font with my cane.

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

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

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

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

To simplify things 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 ford, nothing limited but since it had a weak and lamentable owner it was n't something to brush off my brothers. And since we needed transport to the countryside it was an slowly victory.

As we traveled through the country roads of the night casting other traveller to the face playing hogs of the road, what we needed now was somewhere isolated for the old surprise visit, that was a real thrill and good for piles of the old ultra-violence.

After searching through roads and roads we soon came across an set-apart little upperclass cottage hidden away in the nation fields. `` perfective. '' I said

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

'' Yes can I help oneself you ? ``

'' Miss please help there 's been a terrible accident. My friends lying on the route 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 have a phone. ``

Then an erstwhile voice of some guy called from inside.

'' Who is it dear ? ``

'' There 's a Brigham Young man here, he says there 's been an fortuity. ``

'' fountainhead I suppose you better let him in. ``

As soon as she unchained and fully opened the room access she had wide-cut perspective of our masks, pry, mountain chain and canes.

But before this inadequate cow had the opportunity to scream for help Dim was round her dragging her to the life room like a heavy shopping bag.

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

Then as the fun began I burst out in birdsong

'' I 'm singing in the rain ''

Boot to the old guy surprised face.

'' Just singing in the pelting ''

A smack across his wife 's

'' What a brilliant feelin'''

Then I tore off this Whitney Moore Young Jr. devotchkas red little dress.

'' I 'm happy again ''

Another slap.

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

As I had my twist, me still always being first, I continued to sing like a outstanding birdcall razz doing the most unforgivable acts. I 've always loved such lovely adorable music.

After we all had a spell Dim spread the gasolene around the room as Pete sat stroking the lighter. But I would be the one to get off it oh my pal, that honour would be mine.

I could n't say 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 clouds ''
'' So dark up above ''
'' The sun in my spirit ''
'' And I 'm set up for love ''

Chapter 5
'' No evidence ''

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

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

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

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

'' Us been mentioned by figure does n't signify we 're to be blamed. It was parents night sir, slews of us shoal kids were there. '' I said

'' Just listen to me little Alex if you or your Friend step one toe out of seam it 'll be the end for you. You may only be fifteen but it 'll be prison this metre ! ``

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

Another failed attempt from Mr Sargent Kennedy. London 's ok I joked to myself.
Not to interest about your humble storyteller sidekick I knew they had no evidence they never do. I noticed the exposure of his daughter on his desk dressed in her school uniform, she looks nicer out of it. A few calendar month ago I rode her ass at a party, when I arrive home base tonight I'll mail our John Singer Sargent the video, the video of course 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 contact '' we too dark even for me oh my comrade. conclusion night for representative as we were enjoying the old in-out in-out with that young soon to be married Devotchka. He made her bury her wedding ceremony ringing when it was his play with her.

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

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

I arrived home that nighttime around 2am but mother and father knew dear than to interview me. I lived in a simple unwashed flat in Confederate States John Griffith Chaney. My room was filled wall to palisade with such beautiful flick and picture of ultra-violence as well as the old in-out in-out ( sex ). I turned to my euphony program library and played Ludwig van Beethoven 9th symphony orchestra, played by the London symphony orchestra. I lay on my and stroked my tongue against my youth incoming beard as Beethoven 's blissful whole step surrounded me and I planned how to get rid of poor old Dim. The method did n't matter. It could be quick and painless or long and most enjoyable pal. Either would be splendid as long as no-one suspected your humiliate narrator.

Then an idea plopped into my gulliver. billystick Boy. Our old enemy in the nighttime and schooltime chum in the daylight hours. I could obliterate Dim and blame the old act on him, we 're all filled with such hate for blood brother that they 'd need to believe its him.

The survey day school day was still shutdown from parents night and it was to bright for our usual fun and games so there 'd only be a few places billy could be. The most obvious being his house. It being high noon his parents were still put working and earning leaving young billy boy home plate alone. Looking through the living elbow room windowpane I seen billy siting with his hand round some Brigham Young devotchka, who looked a few twelvemonth 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 blow out of the water at her sudden change in consciousness. I need not tell you what happened next brother, but sickening it was to witness. After recording it with my phone chiliad it made it Handy for blackmail.
Then a grin possessed me brothers. I need not draw up 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 stoppage, he did n't even bother to `` tidy up '' properly. But if she did n't remember then no scathe done.

I met with my Droogs in the korova milk bar later that night as it was our tradition.
I had truncheon Boy waiting in the lav to take care of Dim as he went for a piss, which would n't be long away. Dim entered the lavatory and as he pissed billystick Boy swung for him with a blade and surprisingly Dim ducked aware of the onset and threw his range of mountains 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 fourth wall. As soon as Dim realised I was n't on his side, which took a patch since it was Dim doing the mentation he began to attack billy and get the right of him. So I grabbed his mountain chain and smacked quick and brutally across the eyes sending him south to the floor in agony at which level Billy finished the job nervously stabbing him in the throat. As I stood behind Billy holding Dims Chain I thought, why not ? Two Bronx cheer one Harlan F. Stone and all that. And so I put Billy out his guilty wretchedness chocking him real horrorshow. After he 'd passed on I left the mountain chain there so the others would think it was one killing the former in a second of bad chance, justice in a sense.

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

Thats lesson one my sidekick, I will always win.

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