A Clockwork orange tree

PART I
THE DROOGS

Chapter 1
'' In the Korova ''

There was me, that is Alex and my three Droogs ( admirer ) that is Pete, Georgie and Dim. And we sat in the Korova milk bar enjoying the old milk+ as we concluded design for tonight 's entertainment.

It was in the moon rise minute of the day and as usual we had spent the previous hours out of school, school being no longer entertaining oh my sidekick. But parents night was approaching like the lunar month to the clouds and so and idea approached your humble storyteller to see the write up of our dedicated teachers to be nice and sparkling clear of the await negativity. After purchasing our new masks, me wearing a Der Fuhrer mask, Adolf Hitler being my preferent dictator, peter wearing a Margret Thatcher mask from the betimes 90s, Georgie wearing an Obama masquerade, a perfective tense choice for my immature droog as he has the `` yes we can '' attitude that I oh so admire in buster bully and Dim in the common ape mask which was fitting to his personality and low intelligence. Before deviation we had several to a greater extent chicken feed 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 spyglass each and a splash of banter we set off into the setting sun towards our school.

The construction was like the Town people, it having a rotten a disgusting appearance which was nearly as bad as the derelict Department of the Interior. The teacher themselves always stood straight dressed in the hight of twist style like well civilise soldiers of education.

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

As we passed through the scientific discipline department we saw Mr Matthew, the steroid hormone dependent PE instructor practicing in the gym hall as he always did in his spare sentence. Other than his presence the manor hall stood entirely isolated making it a perfect startle to our Nox of the old ultra-violence. As our iron heel tip-toed across the dormitory 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 big H to the chin sent his teeth flying from his mouth like flower petal from a flower as the descended to the level with his now unconscious mind body.
But our fun did n't contain there my crony, as we had to ensure he would n't awaken. A few more kick to the face, chest and testicle then he was a `` dormancy peach ''.

As we strolled with adrenaline and the old moloko doing the backstroke through our vena we headed to Mathematics for the our next 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 room masquerade party first terrifying the old cow into shocks and the classic pleading for clemency. Without a second thought Georgie unleashed his crowbar across her nose, snapping it to the right and letting the delightful red river of her blood run south to the base. She being a middle aged cleaning lady meant it only took a few lashings of our weapon to make her `` unavailable '' for the evening. As her torso 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 write my vim for a more worthy lady. Another time perhaps.

And for the net strike we headed to the top floor towards the art department. And in the only unfastened schoolroom there she stood oh my chum. Ms Michaels, the 20-something devotchka ( woman ) stood with her slender spine towards us writing `` Welcome Parents ! '' upon the chalk control panel. We 'd maintain this one awake as we each took turns fucking her, that was a tangible kick and near for a bit of the old ultra-violence. I being master and leader of my droogs always had the kickoff go.

When she noticed our masquerade her locution turned to a playful, surprised and aflutter look, 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 chest. I held her legs apart with my invertebrate foot and used her doll to entertain her ankle close together. Without difficulty Dim tore her fairly pink pantie from her perfectly rung ass and used them to gag her squeals. Oh bliss, oh XTC, oh paradise my blood brother 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 center when I fuck them.

I always got bored immediately after my good turn and so I entertained myself by carving smiley faces into the wall while the others had their turn. Then came an unexpected arrival my brothers as two parents entered the room smiling eagerly until our atrocious try met their eye sight. With Georgie 's wrecking bar in one helping hand and Dim 's chain in the former I was an unstoppable beast swinging each toy towards the unsuspicious adults. Then suddenly as the Ernst Boris Chain and pry reached for them something, unusual happened. They both squeezed together like accepting the end but wanting to harbor each other for comfort like. Hysterical thought I as each took a smack to the face colliding their heads together like a Hellenic comedy minute. After a few beatings, well-nigh being unnecessary and just for laughs both the mother and founder lay beaten and broken on the classroom 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 if art object worthy of having a office in this classroom. Sadly their billfold were rather abandon compared to the money I usually steal from others.

Chapter 3
'' My personal keepsake ''

I awoke the following morning in the box of the abandoned movie theatre that at night we call home base my brothers along with Dim, Pete and Georgie. In the centre of the room, like us surrounded by broken glass and let on wood, Ms Michaels lay hog-tied and gagged face down in the precipitous shavings of the once loved construction. Like the previous night she gently wept, knowing it would n't do any good she made no attempt to scream for avail. While my droogs slept I took the chance to try something, different. After asking her she shook her head to decline having tried it, but that just made affair more worry. I removed the homemade gag and forced myself into her backtalk, it would be the closest to lubricate that this devotchka deserved. After that I pulled open her luscious boldness I sent my tongue swimming into her hole. Then, without being even slightly patrician I forced my unlubed unprotected ego into her unused hole, it was her first prison term 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 in the neck but then I began to violently spank her, and pulled and twisted her lilliputian nipples making her once again yip and groan. Eventually even that was n't enough. So I unscrewed the top of my cane to bring out my closed book steel or `` Betty '' as I called it. Then using `` Betty '' I ensured she screamed.

What a mess.

I dragged her kicking and screech, making the secret plan more fun for your humble narrator, down to the basement. The horrid aroma could be noticed from outside, the thought of outgo 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 wall to use.

Chapter 4
'' The old surprisal sojourn ''

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

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

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

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

I then smacked Dim across the face with my cane.

'' lookout man that ! ticker that my brother ! '' I said intimidatingly

'' I aint your Brother no Thomas More and would n't want to be ! '' whimpered Dim

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

'' Appy-polly-lodges '' said Dim substance he 's distressing

To simplify matter I accepted and we got in the car leaving the old guy face down in his own red river and any former liquids his body let spill.

It was an old Gerald Ford, nil especial but since it had a sapless and pitiful proprietor it was n't something to ignore my pal. And since we needed shipping to the countryside it was an promiscuous victory.

As we traveled through the body politic roads of the night casting other traveler to the face playing hogs of the road, what we needed now was somewhere isolated for the old surprise visit, that was a real flush and good for lashings of the old ultra-violence.

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

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

'' Yes can I help you ? ``

'' Miss please assistance there 's been a abominable chance event. My acquaintance lying on the road bleeding to death ! I was wondering if I ca n't use your telephony ? ``

'' I 'm dreadfully dingy but I 'm afraid we do n't make a phone. ``

Then an elder part 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 in effect let him in. ``

As soon as she unchained and fully opened the door she had wax view of our mask, pry bar, range and canes.

But before this hapless cow had the chance to shout out for assistance 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 fool who was sitting typing away on his computer.

Then as the fun began I burst out in Sung

'' I 'm singing in the rain ''

Boot to the old hombre surprised face.

'' Just singing in the rain ''

A smacking across his married woman 's

'' What a splendiferous feelin'''

Then I tore off this Lester Willis Young devotchkas red slight dress.

'' I 'm happy again ''

Another slap.

While dim held her from behind Pete and Georgie mercilessly held the panicky old pussy and ensured he got a respectable eyeful of the show.

As I had my act, me still always being low, I continued to sing like a great song boo doing the most unforgivable human action. I 've always loved such lovely lovely music.

After we all had a turn Dim spread the gas around the way as Pete sat stroking the barge. But I would be the one to get down it oh my crony, that accolade would be mine.

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

'' I 'm laughing at clouds ''
'' So dark up above ''
'' The sunshine in my philia ''
'' And I 'm set up for dearest ''

Chapter 5
'' No evidence ''

'' heed little 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 bid 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 dark sir, lots of us school child were there. '' I said

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

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

Another failed try from Mr Sargent John Fitzgerald Kennedy. London 's ok I joked to myself.
Not to concern about your abase 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 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 post our Sargent the video, the video 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 obscure even for me oh my brothers. Last night for instance as we were enjoying the old in-out in-out with that youth soon to be married Devotchka. He made her swallow her wedding ring when it was his turn with her.

My next move was round-eyed then, I had to drink down Dim before he gets us caught. It 's a necessary sacrifice my brothers and I know thou shall shed a rent to see him go. But it must be done.

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

I arrived home base that night around 2am but mother and father knew in effect than to question me. I lived in a unsubdivided common flat in South Jack London. My way was filled wall to fence with such beautiful pictures and paintings of ultra-violence as well as the old in-out in-out ( sex ). I turned to my music depository library and played Beethoven 9th symphony, played by the London symphony orchestra. I lay on my and stroked my knife against my young incoming beard as Ludwig van Beethoven 's blissful tonicity surrounded me and I planned how to get rid of poor old Dim. The method acting did n't matter. It could be prompt and painless or foresighted and most enjoyable pal. Either would be first-class as long as no-one suspected your humble narrator.

Then an idea plopped into my gulliver. Billy Boy. Our old enemy in the nighttime and school pal in the daytime hr. I could kill Dim and find fault the old act on him, we 're all filled with such hatred for brothers that they 'd want to believe its him.

The following 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 places billy could be. The most obvious being his menage. It being noonday 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 hand round some new devotchka, who looked a few years younger than us, and holding a drink in his other as they laughed and giggled away. Then something unusual happened as this vernal fool fell to her face unconscious mind and not unsurprisingly billy was n't too shocked at her sudden change in consciousness. I need not recount you what happened next brothers, but sickening it was to witness. After recording it with my sound thou it made it ready to hand for blackmail.
Then a grin possessed me chum. I need not put billy for killing Dim, I could form him do it.

After a while he finished up, and I followed him as he left her unconscious at a bus block, he did n't even put out 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 require fear of Dim as he went for a weewee, which would n't be long away. Dim entered the toilet and as he pissed billystick Boy swung for him with a leaf blade and surprisingly Dim ducked aware of the fire 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 fourth part rampart. As soon as Dim realised I was n't on his side, which took a spell since it was Dim doing the mentation he began to attack billy and get the better of him. So I grabbed his chain and smacked speedy and brutally across the centre sending him south to the base in agony at which point billy goat finished the job nervously stabbing him in the throat. As I stood behind billystick holding Dims Chain I thought, why not ? Two birds one Lucy 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 chain of mountains there so the others would think it was one killing the other in a bit of bad lot, judge in a sense.

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

Thats lesson one my sidekick, I will always win.

END OF part I