A Clockwork orange

division I
THE DROOGS

Chapter 1
'' In the Korova ''

There was me, that is Alex and my three Droogs ( supporter ) that is Pete, Georgie and Dim. And we sat in the Korova Milk River 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 common we had spent the previous hours out of school day, school being no longer entertaining oh my brothers. But parents night was approaching like the lunation to the clouds and so and approximation approached your humble narrator to ensure the reports of our dedicated teachers to be nice and sparkling clearly of the expected electronegativity. After purchasing our new masks, me wearing a Hitler masquerade party, Hitler being my preferred potentate, cock wearing a Margret Thatcher mask from the ahead of time 90s, Georgie wearing an Obama masquerade, a perfect pick for my younger droog as he has the `` yes we can '' attitude that I oh so admire in blighter hooligans and Dim in the usual ape masquerade party which was fitting to his personality and low news. Before departure we had several to a greater extent glasses of the old moloko ( Milk River containing drugs ) as this would sharpen you up for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

Chapter 2
'' Fine art ''

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

The building was like the Town the great unwashed, it having a rotten a disgusting appearing which was nearly as bad as the dilapidated DoI. The teacher themselves always stood straight dressed in the hight of sophisticated fashion like well train soldiers of education.

As we toured down the sequester corridors we peeked into each passing room to see to it we did n't lapse any of our `` superiors '' as they put it themselves.

As we passed through the science department we saw Mr Matthews, the steroid dependent PE teacher practicing in the gym hall as he always did in his save meter. Other than his bearing the Asaph Hall stood entirely quarantined making it a everlasting commencement to our nighttime 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 pain inflicting. One quick smack to the chin sent his teeth flying from his mouth like petal from a heyday as the descended to the floor with his now unconscious mind body.
But our fun did n't stop there my crony, as we had to check he would n't wake up. A few more thrill to the face, breast and testicles then he was a `` dormant stunner ''.

As we strolled with adrenaline and the old moloko doing the backstroke through our veins we headed to Mathematics for the our next sojourn. We entered the classroom, not bothered about anyone hearing or seeing us as the next room is in another area of the building. So we burst into the room masquerade party first terrifying the old cow into electric shock and the Hellenic pleading for mercy. Without a second thought Georgie unleashed his crowbar across her nose, snapping it to the right hand and letting the delicious red river of her blood run south to the level. She being a middle aged woman meant it only took a few lashings of our weapons to piddle her `` unavailable '' for the evening. As her body lay sleeping on the floor her bare ass was visible under her dame. I stood there staring at her rap G-string thinking away to myself"should I feature her ?"No, it would be best to save my energy for a more desirable lady. Another time perhaps.

And for the final strike we headed to the top story towards the art department. And in the only out-of-doors classroom there she stood oh my buddy. Ms Michaels, the 20-something devotchka ( woman ) stood with her slender dorsum towards us writing `` Welcome Parents ! '' upon the glass board. We 'd hold on 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 superior and leader of my droogs always had the first go.

When she noticed our masquerade party her grammatical construction turned to a playful, surprised and nervous expression, one which changed to swerve repugnance as we approached her. Georgie and Pete each grabbed and arm and slid their helping hand up towards her cheekily visible thorax. I held her wooden leg apart with my ft and used her chick to declare her ankle close together. Without trouble Dim tore her jolly pink panty from her perfectly rotund ass and used them to gag her squeals. Oh walking on air, oh X, oh heaven my crony the delight the devotchka brought was sinful. As I forced myself deeper inside her I pinched her mamilla and forcefully pulled her towards me. I like to see into their eyes when I fuck them.

I always got bored immediately after my number and so I entertained myself by carving smiley faces into the bulwark while the others had their go. Then came an unexpected arrival my sidekick as two parents entered the elbow room smiling eagerly until our horrible endeavor met their eye raft. With Georgie 's crowbar in one hand and Dim 's chain in the other I was an unstoppable beast swinging each toy towards the unsuspecting grownup. Then suddenly as the chain and crowbar reached for them something, unusual happened. They both squeezed together like accepting the end but wanting to check each other for comfort like. Hysterical thought I as each took a slap to the cheek colliding their oral sex together like a Graeco-Roman drollery moment. After a few beatings, most being unneeded and just for gag both the mother and father lay beaten and broken on the classroom trading floor each of them holding the others hand as the red river began to pullulate over the brown carpet. True artwork thought I. The only piece worthy of having a place in this classroom. Sadly their wallets were rather abandon compared to the money I usually steal from others.

Chapter 3
'' My personal relic ''

I awoke the postdate morning in the turning point of the abandoned cinema that at Nox we call household my crony along with Dim, Pete and Georgie. In the center of attention of the way, like us surrounded by kick downstairs glass and damp woodwind instrument, 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 attempt to scream for assistant. While my droogs slept I took the opportunity to try something, different. After asking her she shook her head to decline having tried it, but that just made affair more interesting. I removed the homemade gag and forced myself into her mouth, it would be the closest to lubricate that this devotchka deserved. After that I pulled open her luscious impudence I sent my tongue swimming into her cakehole. Then, without being even slightly gentle I forced my unlubed unprotected ego into her unused hole, it was her commencement clock time at anal, and from her screeching 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 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 steel or `` Betty '' as I called it. Then using `` Betty '' I ensured she screamed.

What a mess.

I dragged her kicking and screaming, making the game more fun for your humble narrator, down to the basement. The horrid flavor could be noticed from outside, the mentation of spending hours among it was enough to even sicken myself oh my brothers. Once in the cellar I tied her to the wall with the others. What a collection I thought to myself. And I still had three More walls to use.

Chapter 4
'' The old surprise visit ''

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

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

'' Dim grab his keystone and get in the fucking 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 face with my cane.

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

'' I aint your blood brother no Sir Thomas More and would n't desire to be ! '' whimpered Dim

'' Without me, without us, your decrepit, your aught. ``

'' Appy-polly-lodges '' said Dim import he 's dingy

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 his body let spill.

It was an old Ford, nothing peculiar but since it had a weak and pitiful possessor it was n't something to ignore my brothers. And since we needed tape transport to the countryside it was an soft victory.

As we traveled through the country roads of the night casting other travellers to the side playing Sus scrofa of the route, what we needed now was somewhere isolated for the old surprise visit, that was a real charge and dear for lashings of the old ultra-violence.

After searching through route and roads we soon came across an isolated little upperclass cottage hidden away in the country line of business. `` perfect tense. '' I said

I gave some agile knocks on the door before this eye aged devotchka answered in an all sophisticated voice.

'' Yes can I serve you ? ``

'' miss please help there 's been a terrible chance event. My protagonist lying on the road bleeding to last ! I was wondering if I ca n't use your telephone ? ``

'' I 'm dreadfully dingy but I 'm afraid we do n't have got a telephone. ``

Then an older vocalism of some guy called from inside.

'' Who is it dear ? ``

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

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

As soon as she unchained and fully opened the doorway she had wide view of our masque, wrecking bar, chains and canes.

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

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

Then as the fun began I burst out in song

'' I 'm singing in the rain ''

bang to the old hombre surprised face.

'' Just singing in the rainfall ''

A slap across his wife 's

'' What a splendid feelin'''

Then I tore off this young devotchkas red piffling dress.

'' I 'm happy again ''

Another slap.

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

As I had my routine, me still always being first, I continued to sing like a great song bird doing the most unforgivable acts. I 've always loved such lovely lovely music.

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

I could n't tell you if the screamed or not, when we were close sufficiency to find out them over the fire I was still singing.

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

Chapter 5
'' No evidence ''

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

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

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

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

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

'' Just listen to me little Alex if you or your supporter step one toe out of credit line it 'll be the end for you. You may only be 15 but it 'll be prison this prison term ! ``

'' Now get the piece of ass out my office. ``

Another failed attack from Mr Sargent JFK. John Griffith Chaney 's hunky-dory I joked to myself.
Not to concern about your chagrin narrator brothers I knew they had no evidence they never do. I noticed the photo of his daughter on his desk dressed in her school day uniform, she looks decent out of it. A few months ago I rode her ass at a company, when I arrive home tonight I'll ring mail our Sargent the video, the television of line being directed by your narrator.

Anyway although we were getting nearer to getting caught now than ever. I blame Dim. Some of his `` personal touches '' we too dark even for me oh my crony. in conclusion night 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 party ring when it was his bit with her.

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

Chapter 6
'' Once a blood brother, once a Friend ''

I arrived dwelling that Nox around 2am but generate and father knew skilful than to question me. I lived in a simple vulgar apartment in due south capital of the United Kingdom. My elbow room was filled wall to wall with such beautiful pictures and house painting of ultra-violence as well as the old in-out in-out ( sex ). I turned to my euphony subroutine library and played Beethoven 9th symphony, played by the London symphony orchestra. I lay on my and stroked my knife against my Lester Willis Young incoming beard as Beethoven 's blissful tones surrounded me and I planned how to get rid of misfortunate old Dim. The method acting did n't matter. It could be fast and painless or longsighted and most gratifying brothers. Either would be splendid as long as no-one suspected your humble narrator.

Then an approximation plopped into my gulliver. Billy Boy. Our old enemy in the night and schooling sidekick in the day hour. I could wipe out Dim and find fault the old act on him, we 're all filled with such hate for blood brother that they 'd need to believe its him.

The following day schooltime was still shutdown from parents night and it was to bright for our usual fun and plot so there 'd only be a few office 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 keep room window I seen billy siting with his hand round some young devotchka, who looked a few long time younger than us, and holding a drink in his former 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 shocked at her sudden change in consciousness. I need not tell you what happened succeeding brothers, but sickening it was to witness. After recording it with my telephone set M it made it handy for blackmail.
Then a grinning possessed me brothers. I need not entrap 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 period, he did n't even trouble to `` tidy 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 night as it was our tradition.
I had nightstick Boy waiting in the bathroom to take caution 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 brand and surprisingly Dim ducked cognizant of the onrush and threw his chain off truncheon and it slid over to my feet.

'' Help us Alex ! '' shouted Dim

But I just stood there observing like an audience peering through the fourthly paries. As soon as Dim realised I was n't on his incline, which took a while since it was Dim doing the intellection he began to aggress billy and get the better of him. So I grabbed his chain and smacked quick and brutally across the centre sending him south to the floor in agony at which point billy club finished the job nervously stabbing him in the throat. As I stood behind Billy holding Dims range of mountains I thought, why not ? Two doll one Oliver Stone and all that. And so I put Billy out his guilty wretchedness chocking him very horrorshow. After he 'd passed on I left the Chain there so the others would think 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 hideous discovery'then figured they must receive killed each other in the attack. They all stood there grieving the release of affectionately old Dim. I just stood aside them calmly finishing my moloko plus, secretly grinning.

Thats lesson one my blood brother, I will always win.

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