A Clockwork orange

PART I
THE DROOGS

Chapter 1
'' In the Korova ''

There was me, that is Alex and my three Droogs ( booster ) 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 Sun Myung Moon rise hours of the day and as usual we had spent the former hours out of schooling, school being no longer entertaining oh my pal. But parents nighttime was approaching like the lunar month to the clouds and so and estimate approached your chagrin storyteller to ensure the written report of our dedicated instructor to be nice and sparkling clear of the carry negativism. After purchasing our new mask, me wearing a Adolf Hitler mask, Hitler being my favorite dictator, Saint Peter the Apostle wearing a Margret Thatcher mask from the early 90s, Georgie wearing an Obama masquerade, a double-dyed choice for my untested droog as he has the `` yes we can '' attitude that I oh so admire in fellow hooligans and Dim in the common ape masque which was fitting to his personality and low intelligence. Before deviation we had several more chalk of the old moloko ( milk containing drugs ) as this would focalise you up for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

Chapter 2
'' Fine art ''

After a final glass each and a dab of backchat we set off into the setting sun towards our school.

The building was like the towns multitude, it having a rotten a disgusting appearance which was nearly as bad as the dilapidate interior. The teacher themselves always stood straight dressed in the hight of sophisticated fashion like well educate soldiers of education.

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

As we passed through the scientific discipline section we saw Mr Matthews, the sex hormone dependent PE teacher practicing in the gym antechamber as he always did in his spare metre. early than his presence the hall stood entirely stray making it a hone 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 annoyance inflicting. One quick smooch to the Kuki-Chin sent his teeth flying from his oral fissure like petals from a flower as the descended to the storey with his now unconscious mind body.
But our fun did n't stop over there my buddy, as we had to ensure he would n't awaken. A few to a greater extent kicks to the look, chest and orchis then he was a `` sleeping knockout ''.

As we strolled with adrenaline and the old moloko doing the backstroke through our nervure we headed to math for the our adjacent sojourn. 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 elbow room masquerade party first terrifying the old cow into shocks and the authoritative pleading for mercifulness. Without a second thought Georgie unleashed his pry bar across her olfactory organ, snapping it to the right and letting the delicious red river of her blood run south to the floor. She being a middle aged woman meant it only took a few lashings of our artillery to realise her `` unavailable '' for the eve. As her trunk lay sleeping on the trading floor her bare ass was seeable under her skirt. I stood there staring at her rap 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 strike we headed to the top floor towards the art section. And in the only undetermined classroom there she stood oh my chum. Ms Michaels, the 20-something devotchka ( woman ) stood with her slender book binding towards us writing `` Welcome Parents ! '' upon the chalk board. We 'd preserve this one awake as we each took turns fucking her, that was a really kick and good for a bit of the old ultra-violence. I being schoolmaster and leader of my droogs always had the first go.

When she noticed our masks her saying turned to a playful, surprise and queasy facial expression, one which changed to slue horror as we approached her. Georgie and Pete each grabbed and arm and slue their hands up towards her cheekily visible chest. I held her legs apart with my feet and used her chick to nurse her ankles close together. Without trouble Dim tore her pretty pink panties from her perfectly snipe ass and used them to gag her squeals. Oh seventh heaven, oh hug drug, oh paradise my crony the pleasure the devotchka brought was extraordinary. As I forced myself cryptical inside her I pinched her nipples and forcefully pulled her towards me. I like to look into their centre when I fuck them.

I always got bored immediately after my number and so I entertained myself by carving smiley faces into the wall while the others had their bend. Then came an unexpected reaching my comrade as two parents entered the room smiling eagerly until our frightful endeavor met their eye flock. With Georgie 's wrecking bar in one hand and Dim 's chain in the former I was an unstoppable beast swinging each toy towards the unsuspicious adult. Then suddenly as the chain and crowbar reached for them something, unusual 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 smack to the face colliding their heads together like a classic comedy moment. After a few beatings, almost being unneeded and just for laughs both the mother and Father-God lay beaten and broken on the classroom floor each of them holding the others script as the red river began to pelt over the dark-brown carpet. True artwork thought I. The only composition worthy of having a blank space in this schoolroom. Sadly their wallets were rather empty compared to the money I usually steal from others.

Chapter 3
'' My personal souvenir ''

I awoke the accompany morning in the nook of the abandoned movie theatre that at nighttime we call dwelling house my brothers along with Dim, Pete and Georgie. In the centre of the room, like us surrounded by give deoxyephedrine and broken wood, Ms Michaels lay hog-tied and gagged face down in the shrill shavings of the once loved building. Like the previous Night she gently wept, knowing it would n't do any proficient she made no attempt to scream for helper. While my droogs slept I took the opportunity to try something, dissimilar. After asking her she shook her pass to decline having tried it, but that just made things more interesting. 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 undefended her luscious brass I sent my clapper swimming into her kettle of fish. Then, without being even slightly gentle I forced my unlubed unprotected self into her unused hole, it was her for the first time time at anal, and from her screams and cursing, it would be her concluding. After a while her riot died down and she bang to accept the hurting but then I began to violently spank her, and pulled and twisted her midget pap making her once again yelp and moan. Eventually even that was n't enough. So I unscrewed the top of my cane to reveal my closed book sword or `` Betty '' as I called it. Then using `` Betty '' I ensured she screamed.

What a mess.

I dragged her kicking and screaming, making the plot more fun for your humble teller, down to the basement. The horrid smell could be noticed from outside, the thought of outlay minute among it was enough to even churn up myself oh my brothers. Once in the basement I tied her to the paries with the others. What a ingathering I thought to myself. And I still had three more walls to use.

Chapter 4
'' The old surprise sojourn ''

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

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

'' Dim grab his keys and get in the fucking 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.

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

'' I aint your Brother no more and would n't need to be ! '' whimpered Dim

'' Without me, without us, your weak, your goose egg. ``

'' 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 early liquid state his body let spill.

It was an old Edsel Bryant Ford, nothing exceptional but since it had a infirm and pitiable owner it was n't something to ignore my brothers. And since we needed transport to the countryside it was an loose victory.

As we traveled through the land roads of the night casting other traveler to the English playing hogs of the route, what we needed now was somewhere isolated for the old surprisal visit, that was a very kick and right 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. `` Perfect. '' I said

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

'' Yes can I facilitate you ? ``

'' Miss please help there 's been a fearful accident. My friends lying on the road bleeding to end ! 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 set. ``

Then an former voice of some guy called from inside.

'' Who is it dear ? ``

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

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

As soon as she unchained and fully opened the room access she had fully prospect of our mask, pry, strand and canes.

But before this poor cow had the opportunity 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 saphead 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 singing in the rain ''

A slap across his wife 's

'' What a glorious feelin'''

Then I tore off this young devotchkas red little dress.

'' I 'm well-chosen again ''

Another slap.

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

As I had my play, me still always being beginning, I continued to sing like a corking call bird doing the most unforgivable act. I 've always loved such lovely lovely music.

After we all had a spell Dim spread the gas around the way as Pete sat stroking the light. But I would be the one to fall it oh my brothers, that honour would be mine.

I could n't evidence 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 swarm ''
'' So dark up above ''
'' The suns in my heart ''
'' And I 'm gear up for love ''

Chapter 5
'' No evidence ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Now get the roll in the hay out my situation. ``

Another failed attempt from Mr Sargent Kennedy. London 's hunky-dory I joked to myself.
Not to concern about your humble teller 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 nicer out of it. A few months ago I rode her ass at a party, when I arrive base tonight I'll mail our John Singer Sargent the video recording, the video recording of course being directed by your narrator.

Anyway although we were getting closemouthed to getting caught now than ever. I blame Dim. Some of his `` personal touches '' we too sorry even for me oh my pal. Last Night for instance as we were enjoying the old in-out in-out with that young soon to be married Devotchka. He made her unsay her marriage ceremony ring when it was his turn with her.

My side by side move was simple then, I had to kill Dim before he gets us caught. It 's a necessity forfeiture my chum and I know thou shall shed a tear to see him go. But it must be done.

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

I arrived home that night around 2am but mother and father knew amend than to question me. I lived in a simple mutual flat in South John Griffith Chaney. My room was filled bulwark 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 music library and played Beethoven 9th symphonic music, played by the London symphony orchestra. I lay on my and stroked my knife against my young incoming beard as Beethoven 's blissful note surrounded me and I planned how to get rid of piteous old Dim. The method did n't affair. It could be quickly and painless or long and most enjoyable Brother. Either would be splendid as long as no-one suspected your humble narrator.

Then an idea plopped into my gulliver. nightstick Boy. Our old enemy in the night and schooling chum in the daylight hours. I could vote out Dim and blame the old act on him, we 're all filled with such hatred for brothers that they 'd want to consider its him.

The pursue day schoolhouse was still shutdown from parents night and it was to bright for our usual fun and games so there 'd only be a few billet billy could be. The most obvious being his home. It being midday his parents were still put working and earning leaving unseasoned billy boy plate alone. Looking through the living elbow room windowpane I seen billy siting with his manus round some Thomas Young devotchka, who looked a few year immature than us, and holding a beverage in his former as they laughed and giggled away. Then something unusual happened as this young fool fell to her boldness unconscious and not unsurprisingly billy was n't too shocked at her sudden variety in consciousness. I need not tell you what happened next pal, but sickening it was to find. After recording it with my phone thou it made it handy for blackmail.
Then a grin possessed me brothers. I need not ensnare 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 mind at a bus halt, he did n't even rile to `` tidy up '' properly. But if she did n't remember then no harm done.

I met with my Droogs in the korova milk bar later that night 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 bathroom and as he pissed he-goat Boy swung for him with a blade and surprisingly Dim ducked aware of the attack and threw his string 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 fourth part bulwark. As soon as Dim realised I was n't on his side, which took a while since it was Dim doing the thinking he began to round billy and get the better of him. So I grabbed his chain and smacked quick and brutally across the oculus sending him south to the level in torment at which point billystick finished the job nervously stabbing him in the throat. As I stood behind billystick holding Dims chain I thought, why not ? Two boo one rock and all that. And so I put Billy out his guilty misery chocking him real horrorshow. After he 'd passed on I left the Sir Ernst Boris Chain there so the others would think it was one killing the other in a instant of bad luck, justice in a sense.

Just as I pictured after alerting them of 'my outrageous discovery'then figured they must have killed each early in the approach. 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 Brother, I will always win.

END OF PART I