A Clockwork Orange River

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 architectural plan for tonight 's entertainment.

It was in the Moon rise minute of the day and as usual we had spent the former hr out of school, school being no longer entertaining oh my comrade. But parents night was approaching like the synodic month to the clouds and so and musical theme approached your humble narrator to see the report of our dedicated instructor to be squeamish and sparkling pass of the expected electronegativity. After purchasing our new masquerade party, me wearing a Adolf Hitler mask, Hitler being my favorite authoritarian, Peter wearing a Margret Thatcher mask from the early 90s, Georgie wearing an Obama mask, a thoroughgoing choice for my younger droog as he has the `` yes we can '' attitude that I oh so admire in fellow tough and Dim in the usual ape masquerade which was fitting to his personality and low intelligence. Before deviation we had various Thomas More field glass of the old moloko ( Milk containing drugs ) as this would sharpen you up for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

Chapter 2
'' Fine art ''

After a net methamphetamine hydrochloride each and a splash of banter we set off into the setting sun towards our school.

The construction was like the towns hoi polloi, it having a rotten a disgusting appearance which was nearly as bad as the dilapidated Interior Department. The teachers themselves always stood neat dressed in the hight of sophisticate fashion like well trained soldiers of education.

As we toured down the isolated corridors we peeked into each passing 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 Matthews, the sex hormone dependent PE teacher practicing in the gym vestibule as he always did in his spare fourth dimension. early than his bearing the hall stood entirely stray making it a perfect jump to our night of the old ultra-violence. As our boots tip-toed across the dorm he suddenly turned and stared at us now sprinting to him cane first, an upperclass cane being my personal pick of weapon as it as stylish as painfulness inflicting. One quick smacking to the chin sent his teeth flying from his mouth like petal from a flower as the descended to the storey with his now unconscious body.
But our fun did n't cease there my blood brother, as we had to control he would n't awaken. A few more than flush to the case, pectus and testicles then he was a `` sleeping beauty ''.

As we strolled with adrenaline and the old moloko doing the backstroke through our nervure we headed to Mathematics for the our next sojourn. We entered the schoolroom, not bothered about anyone listening or seeing us as the next room is in another sphere of the building. So we burst into the elbow room mask first terrifying the old cow into electrical shock and the classic pleading for mercifulness. Without a second sentiment Georgie unleashed his crowbar across her nose, snapping it to the right and letting the delightful red river of her pedigree run south to the flooring. She being a middle aged woman meant it only took a few lashings of our weapons to make her `` unavailable '' for the evening. As her body lay sleeping on the level her bare ass was visible under her skirt. I stood there staring at her pink G-string thinking away to myself"should I have her ?"No, it would be best to economize my push for a more worthy lady. Another sentence perhaps.

And for the final work stoppage we headed to the top floor towards the art department. And in the lone open schoolroom there she stood oh my brothers. Ms Michaels, the 20-something devotchka ( woman ) stood with her slender vertebral column 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 bang and skilful for a bit of the old ultra-violence. I being master key and leader of my droogs always had the initiative go.

When she noticed our masquerade her aspect turned to a playful, storm and anxious face, 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 thorax. I held her peg apart with my groundwork and used her skirt to reserve her mortise joint close together. Without difficulty Dim tore her moderately rap panties from her perfectly round ass and used them to gag her squeals. Oh bliss, oh Adam, oh heaven my brothers the delight the devotchka brought was extraordinary. As I forced myself deep inside her I pinched her nipples and forcefully pulled her towards me. I like to wait into their eyes when I fuck them.

I always got bored immediately after my turn and so I entertained myself by carving smiley faces into the walls while the others had their turn. Then came an unexpected arrival my brothers as two parents entered the way smiling eagerly until our horrible attempt met their eye stack. With Georgie 's crowbar in one manus and Dim 's chain in the early 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 book each other for comfort like. Hysterical thought I as each took a smack to the case colliding their headland together like a classic comedy here and now. After a few beatings, about being unnecessary and just for laughter both the mother and father lay beaten and broken on the classroom story each of them holding the others mitt as the red river began to pullulate over the embrown carpet. True artwork thought I. The only piece worthy of having a place in this classroom. Sadly their pocketbook were rather void compared to the money I usually steal from others.

Chapter 3
'' My personal keepsake ''

I awoke the following sunrise in the turning point of the abandoned celluloid that at night we call home my brothers along with Dim, Pete and Georgie. In the centre of the elbow room, like us surrounded by dampen glass and burst woodwind instrument, Ms Michaels lay hog-tied and gagged face down in the tart skimming of the once loved construction. Like the former night she gently wept, knowing it would n't do any serious she made no attempt to shout out for help. While my droogs slept I took the opportunity to try something, different. After asking her she shook her headway to worsen 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 snug to lube that this devotchka deserved. After that I pulled open her luscious cheeks I sent my spit swimming into her maw. Then, without being even slightly gentle I forced my unlubed unprotected self into her unused hole, it was her maiden clock 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 accept the pain but then I began to violently spank her, and pulled and twisted her tiny nipple making her once again yelp 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 kicking and screeching, making the game more fun for your mortify storyteller, down to the basement. The horrid tone could be noticed from outside, the thought process of spending hours among it was enough to even sicken myself oh my brother. Once in the cellar I tied her to the rampart with the others. What a solicitation I thought to myself. And I still had three to a greater extent walls to use.

Chapter 4
'' The old surprisal visit ''

'' Please do n't anguish 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

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

I then smacked Dim across the side with my cane.

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

'' I aint your crony no Sir Thomas 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 drab

To simplify things I accepted and we got in the car leaving the old guy face down in his own red river and any former liquid state his physical structure let spill.

It was an old ford, zip special but since it had a feeble and hapless owner it was n't something to snub my brothers. And since we needed ecstasy to the countryside it was an easy victory.

As we traveled through the country roadstead of the night casting other travellers to the side playing hogs of the road, what we needed now was somewhere isolated for the old surprisal sojourn, that was a real kick and honorable for tons of the old ultra-violence.

After searching through roads and roads we soon came across an isolated petty upperclass cottage hidden away in the country subject field. `` perfect. '' I said

I gave some flying bash on the doorway before this heart aged devotchka answered in an all sophisticate voice.

'' Yes can I aid you ? ``

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

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

Then an Old 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 amend let him in. ``

As soon as she unchained and fully opened the doorway she had replete view of our masks, crowbars, chains and canes.

But before this poor cow had the probability to hollo for help Dim was round her dragging her to the living elbow 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 song

'' I 'm singing in the rain ''

Boot to the old guy cable surprised face.

'' Just singing in the rain ''

A slap across his wife 's

'' What a glorious feelin'''

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

'' I 'm felicitous again ''

Another slap.

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

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

After we all had a turn of events Dim spread the gasoline around the room as Pete sat stroking the light. But I would be the one to light it oh my crony, that honor would be mine.

I could n't severalize 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 sun in my heart ''
'' And I 'm fix for sexual love ''

Chapter 5
'' No evidence ''

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

'' Then why have no explosive charge been placed brother ? ``

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

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

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

'' Just listen to me trivial Alex if you or your supporter step one toe out of bloodline it 'll be the end for you. You may only be XV but it 'll be prison house this clip ! ``

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

Another failed attempt from Mr Sargent Kennedy. Greater London 's fine I joked to myself.
Not to worry about your mortify narrator brothers I knew they had no evidence they never do. I noticed the photo of his daughter on his desk dressed in her schoolhouse uniform, she looks nicer out of it. A few months ago I rode her ass at a party, when I arrive home tonight I'll chain armor our Sargent the video, the television of course 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 dark even for me oh my crony. Last night for example as we were enjoying the old in-out in-out with that young soon to be married Devotchka. He made her swallow her hymeneals pack when it was his turn with her.

My next move was dim-witted then, I had to kill Dim before he gets us caught. It 's a necessary sacrifice my brothers and I know thou shall throw away a tear to see him go. But it must be done.

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

I arrived place that Night around 2am but generate and father knew honest than to interrogate me. I lived in a simple plebeian apartment in South London. My room was filled wall to fence in with such beautiful picture and paintings of ultra-violence as well as the old in-out in-out ( sex ). I turned to my medicine library and played Beethoven 9th symphony, played by the London philharmonic orchestra. I lay on my and stroked my knife against my immature incoming beard as Beethoven 's blissful musical note 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 recollective and near enjoyable brothers. Either would be splendid as long as no-one suspected your abase narrator.

Then an estimate plopped into my gulliver. Billy Boy. Our old enemy in the night and school chum in the daylight hours. I could kill Dim and fault the old act on him, we 're all filled with such hate for brothers that they 'd want to believe its him.

The keep up 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 home billy could be. The most obvious being his home. It being noon his parents were still put working and earning leaving Pres Young billy boy dwelling house alone. Looking through the living elbow room window I seen billy siting with his hand round some Cy Young devotchka, who looked a few long time younger than us, and holding a drink in his other as they laughed and giggled away. Then something unusual happened as this young fall guy fell to her face unconscious and not unsurprisingly billy was n't too dismayed at her sudden variety in cognisance. I need not tell you what happened next brother, but sickening it was to find. After recording it with my phone thou it made it W. C. 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 stop, he did n't even irritate to `` square away 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 dark as it was our tradition.
I had Billy Boy waiting in the toilet to accept care of Dim as he went for a urine, which would n't be long away. Dim entered the lavatory and as he pissed billy club Boy swung for him with a blade and surprisingly Dim ducked mindful of the approach and threw his concatenation off billy goat and it slid over to my feet.

'' Help us Alex ! '' shouted Dim

But I just stood there observing like an hearing peering through the fourth rampart. As soon as Dim realised I was n't on his position, which took a while since it was Dim doing the thinking he began to attack billy and get the unspoiled 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 distributor point billy goat finished the job nervously stabbing him in the throat. As I stood behind Billy holding Dims Chain I thought, why not ? Two birds one stone and all that. And so I put Billy out his guilty misery chocking him really horrorshow. After he 'd passed on I left the chain there so the others would call back it was one killing the early in a moment of bad luck, Justice Department in a sense.

Just as I pictured after alerting them of 'my horrid discovery'then figured they must have killed each other in the flak. 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 brothers, I will always win.

END OF PART I