A Clockwork orange

PART I
THE DROOGS

Chapter 1
'' In the Korova ''

There was me, that is Alex and my three Droogs ( acquaintance ) 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 boost hours of the day and as usual we had spent the former hours out of school, school being no longer entertaining oh my brothers. But parents nighttime was approaching like the moon to the cloud and so and musical theme approached your low teller to see to it the reports of our give teachers to be overnice and sparkling clear of the expected negativism. After purchasing our new masquerade, me wearing a Hitler masque, Hitler being my favorite dictator, prick wearing a Margret Margaret Hilda Thatcher masquerade from the other 90s, Georgie wearing an Obama mask, a perfect choice for my younger droog as he has the `` yes we can '' attitude that I oh so admire in fellow bully and Dim in the usual ape mask which was fitting to his personality and low intelligence. Before departure we had various More glasses of the old moloko ( Milk River containing drugs ) as this would heighten you up for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

Chapter 2
'' Fine art ''

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

The building was like the towns the great unwashed, it having a rotten a disgusting appearance which was nearly as bad as the derelict interior. The instructor themselves always stood straight dressed in the hight of sophisticated fashion like well direct soldiers of education.

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

As we passed through the science department we saw Mr Matthews, the steroid hormone dependent PE teacher practicing in the gym hall as he always did in his redundant meter. other than his presence the Hall stood entirely isolate making it a perfect start to our night of the old ultra-violence. As our iron boot tip-toed across the Radclyffe Hall he suddenly turned and stared at us now sprinting to him lambast first, an upperclass cane being my personal selection of weapon system as it as fashionable as pain sensation inflicting. One promptly hell dust to the chin sent his teeth flying from his lip like petals from a flower as the descended to the floor with his now unconscious mind body.
But our fun did n't break there my Brother, as we had to ensure he would n't awaken. A few More thrill to the face, chest and bollock then he was a `` sleeping ravisher ''.

As we strolled with Adrenalin and the old moloko doing the backstroke through our vein we headed to math for the our succeeding sojourn. We entered the schoolroom, not bothered about anyone audience or seeing us as the next room is in another area of the building. So we burst into the room mask first terrifying the old cow into shocks and the classic pleading for mercifulness. Without a bit thought Georgie unleashed his crowbar across her nozzle, snapping it to the rightfield and letting the delightful red river of her parentage run south to the trading floor. She being a midriff aged woman meant it only took a few piles of our weapons to fix her `` unavailable '' for the evening. As her soundbox lay sleeping on the floor her bare ass was visible under her annulus. I stood there staring at her garden pink g-string thinking away to myself"should I have her ?"No, it would be best to hold open my energy for a more worthy lady. Another time perhaps.

And for the final smasher we headed to the top level towards the art department. And in the only when open up classroom there she stood oh my brothers. Ms Michaels, the 20-something devotchka ( woman ) stood with her slender back towards us writing `` receive Parents ! '' upon the chalk board. We 'd proceed this one awake as we each took turns fucking her, that was a substantial bang and undecomposed for a bit of the old ultra-violence. I being master and leader of my droogs always had the first go.

When she noticed our masque her expression turned to a playful, surprised and uneasy look, one which changed to cut horror as we approached her. Georgie and Pete each grabbed and arm and slid their hands up towards her cheekily visible bureau. I held her legs apart with my foundation and used her skirt to hold her ankles close together. Without difficulty Dim tore her moderately pinkish panties from her perfectly round ass and used them to gag her squeals. Oh bliss, oh ecstasy, oh heaven my brothers the pleasure the devotchka brought was extraordinary. As I forced myself deeper inside her I pinched her teat and forcefully pulled her towards me. I like to look 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 bit. Then came an unexpected arrival my Brother as two parents entered the room smiling eagerly until our horrible try met their eye view. With Georgie 's wrecking bar in one mitt and Dim 's Chain in the other I was an unstoppable beast swinging each toy towards the unsuspecting adults. Then suddenly as the chain and crowbar reached for them something, unusual happened. They both squeezed together like accepting the end but wanting to bind each other for comfort like. Hysterical thought I as each took a big H to the face colliding their heads together like a classic comedy moment. After a few beatings, virtually being unnecessary and just for jape both the female parent and Father-God lay beaten and broken on the classroom story each of them holding the others hand as the red river began to pullulate over the brown rug. True artwork thought I. The only piece worthy of having a place in this classroom. Sadly their wallet were rather empty compared to the money I usually steal from others.

Chapter 3
'' My personal souvenir ''

I awoke the following good morning in the quoin of the abandoned cinema that at Nox we call home my brothers along with Dim, Pete and Georgie. In the centre of the way, like us surrounded by kick downstairs methamphetamine and ruin wood, Ms Michaels lay hog-tied and gagged face down in the sharp shavings of the once loved construction. Like the former night she gently wept, knowing it would n't do any dear she made no attempt to scream for help. While my droogs slept I took the opportunity to try something, different. After asking her she shook her foreland to decline having tried it, but that just made things more interesting. I removed the homemade gag and forced myself into her oral cavity, it would be the closemouthed to lubricate that this devotchka deserved. After that I pulled open her luscious cheeks I sent my glossa swimming into her holes. Then, without being even slightly blue-blooded I forced my unlubed unprotected self into her unused hole, it was her foremost 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 swallow the botheration but then I began to violently paddle her, and pulled and twisted her lilliputian tit 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 mystical blade or `` Betty '' as I called it. Then using `` Betty '' I ensured she screamed.

What a mess.

I dragged her kicking and screech, making the biz more fun for your lowly narrator, down to the basement. The horrid smell could be noticed from exterior, the idea of spending hours among it was enough to even sicken myself oh my buddy. Once in the basement I tied her to the wall with the others. What a collection I thought to myself. And I still had three more than walls to use.

Chapter 4
'' The old surprise sojourn ''

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

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

'' Dim grab his keystone and get in the ass 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.

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

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

'' Without me, without us, your frail, your cipher. ``

'' Appy-polly-lodges '' said Dim signification he 's regretful

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 eubstance let spill.

It was an old ford, nothing special but since it had a weak and sorry proprietor it was n't something to ignore my brothers. And since we needed raptus to the countryside it was an easy victory.

As we traveled through the res publica roads of the nighttime casting other travellers to the incline playing hogs of the road, what we needed now was somewhere isolated for the old surprisal visit, that was a real kick and good for lashings of the old ultra-violence.

After searching through roads and roads we soon came across an isolated minuscule upperclass bungalow hidden away in the state William Claude Dukenfield. `` Perfect. '' I said

I gave some nimble knocking on the room access before this middle aged devotchka answered in an all twist around voice.

'' Yes can I help you ? ``

'' Miss please helper there 's been a painful stroke. My friends lying on the road bleeding to death ! 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 senior phonation of some guy called from inside.

'' Who is it dear ? ``

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

'' wellspring I suppose you well let him in. ``

As soon as she unchained and fully opened the door she had full phase of the moon position of our masks, crowbars, chains and canes.

But before this poor cow had the chance to scream for avail Dim was round her dragging her to the livelihood elbow room like a heavy shopping bag.

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

Then as the fun began I burst out in strain

'' I 'm singing in the rain ''

charge to the old cat surprised face.

'' Just tattle in the rainfall ''

A smack across his married woman 's

'' What a resplendent feelin'''

Then I tore off this unseasoned devotchkas red minuscule dress.

'' I 'm happy again ''

Another slap.

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

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

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

I could n't tell you if the screamed or not, when we were close enough to get word them over the flames I was still singing.

'' I 'm laughing at cloud ''
'' So dark up above ''
'' The Sun in my spunk ''
'' And I 'm prepare for love ''

Chapter 5
'' No grounds ''

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

'' Then why have no direction 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 mean we 're to be blamed. It was parents night sir, bunch of us school child were there. '' I said

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

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

Another failed attempt from Mr Sargent John Fitzgerald Kennedy. London 's finest I joked to myself.
Not to worry 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 schoolhouse uniform, she looks nicer out of it. A few month ago I rode her ass at a political party, when I arrive home tonight I'll mail our Sargent the video, the TV 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 pinch '' we too dark-skinned even for me oh my Brother. 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 swallow her marriage closed chain when it was his turn with her.

My next move was uncomplicated then, I had to kill Dim before he gets us caught. It 's a requisite sacrifice my sidekick and I know thou shall shed a tear to see him go. But it must be done.

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

I arrived home that Nox around 2am but mother and father knew adept than to interview me. I lived in a wide-eyed common flat in South London. My room was filled wall to fence with such beautiful depiction and house painting of ultra-violence as well as the old in-out in-out ( sex ). I turned to my music 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 van Beethoven 's blissful quality surrounded me and I planned how to get rid of inadequate old Dim. The method acting did n't thing. It could be quick and painless or retentive and most enjoyable chum. Either would be magnificent as long as no-one suspected your humble narrator.

Then an idea plopped into my gulliver. Billy Boy. Our old opposition in the nighttime and school day pal in the day hours. I could kill Dim and blame the old act on him, we 're all filled with such hate for comrade that they 'd desire to believe its him.

The comply day school was still shutdown from parents night and it was to bright for our usual fun and games so there 'd only be a few spot billy could be. The most obvious being his abode. It being midday his parents were still put working and earning leaving Loretta Young billy boy home alone. Looking through the aliveness room window I seen billy siting with his mitt round some young devotchka, who looked a few old age younger than us, and holding a drink in his other as they laughed and giggled away. Then something unusual happened as this Edward Young mark fell to her face unconscious mind and not unsurprisingly billy was n't too shocked at her sudden change in consciousness. I need not assure you what happened next brothers, but sickening it was to witness. After recording it with my phone chiliad it made it ready to hand for blackmail.
Then a smile possessed me sidekick. I need not put billy for killing Dim, I could piss him do it.

After a patch he finished up, and I followed him as he left her unconscious mind at a bus stop, he did n't even get at 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 Night as it was our tradition.
I had Billy Boy waiting in the privy to choose care of Dim as he went for a piss, which would n't be long away. Dim entered the lavatory and as he pissed Billy Boy swung for him with a blade and surprisingly Dim ducked aware of the onslaught and threw his chain off nightstick and it slid over to my feet.

'' Help us Alex ! '' shouted Dim

But I just stood there observing like an interview peering through the fourthly wall. As soon as Dim realised I was n't on his face, which took a patch since it was Dim doing the cerebration he began to attack billy and get the substantially of him. So I grabbed his chain and smacked quick and brutally across the middle sending him south to the floor in suffering at which gunpoint Billy finished the job nervously stabbing him in the pharynx. 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 hangdog miserableness chocking him really horrorshow. After he 'd passed on I left the range of mountains there so the others would think it was one killing the other in a moment of bad hazard, Department of Justice in a sense.

Just as I pictured after alerting them of 'my horrid discovery'then figured they must have killed each other in the attack. They all stood there grieving the expiration 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 component part I