A Clockwork orange

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THE DROOGS

Chapter 1
'' In the Korova ''

There was me, that is Alex and my three Droogs ( champion ) 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 rise hours of the day and as usual we had spent the previous hours out of school, schoolhouse being no longer entertaining oh my chum. But parents dark was approaching like the moon to the swarm and so and approximation approached your lowly teller to assure the composition of our dedicated teacher to be nice and sparkling clear of the ask negativity. After purchasing our new masks, me wearing a Hitler mask, Hitler being my favorite dictator, Peter wearing a Margret Thatcher mask from the early 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 hooligans and Dim in the common ape masquerade which was fitting to his personality and low intelligence operation. Before departure we had various more glasses 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 last meth each and a spattering of give-and-take we set off into the setting sun towards our school.

The building was like the townsfolk hoi polloi, it having a rotten a disgusting coming into court which was nearly as bad as the dilapidated Interior Department. The teacher themselves always stood full-strength dressed in the hight of twist way like well check soldiers of education.

As we toured down the keep apart corridors we peeked into each passing room to insure we did n't evanesce any of our `` victor '' as they put it themselves.

As we passed through the skill department we saw Mr Matthews, the steroid dependent PE teacher practicing in the gym Charles Martin Hall as he always did in his spare part time. Other than his bearing the hall stood entirely isolated making it a arrant start to our night of the old ultra-violence. As our boots tip-toed across the Asaph 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 fashionable as pain sensation inflicting. One immediate smack to the chin sent his teeth flying from his back talk like flower petal from a flower as the descended to the trading floor with his now unconscious body.
But our fun did n't stop there my brothers, as we had to ensure he would n't awaken. A few more than boot to the face, chest and bollock then he was a `` sleeping beauty ''.

As we strolled with adrenaline and the old moloko doing the backstroke through our veins we headed to mathematics for the our next visit. We entered the classroom, not bothered about anyone auditory modality or seeing us as the side by side elbow room is in another region of the edifice. So we burst into the elbow room mask first terrifying the old cow into shock absorber and the classic pleading for mercy. Without a second thought Georgie unleashed his wrecking bar across her nose, snapping it to the right hand and letting the delightful red river of her blood run south to the storey. She being a heart aged woman meant it only took a few lashings of our weapon system to make her `` unavailable '' for the evening. As her body lay sleeping on the level her bare ass was seeable under her bird. I stood there staring at her rap thong thinking away to myself"should I cause her ?"No, it would be best to save my energy for a more worthy dame. Another time perhaps.

And for the concluding smash we headed to the top level towards the art department. And in the but surface classroom there she stood oh my brothers. Ms Michaels, the 20-something devotchka ( woman ) stood with her slender cover towards us writing `` welcome Parents ! '' upon the chalk board. We 'd restrain this one awake as we each took turns fucking her, that was a real kicking and commodity for a bit of the old ultra-violence. I being master and leader of my droogs always had the number 1 go.

When she noticed our masquerade her expression turned to a playful, storm and nervous look, one which changed to slew repulsion 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 feet and used her skirt to view as her ankle close together. Without difficulty Dim tore her passably pink pantie from her perfectly round ass and used them to gag her squeals. Oh bliss, oh ecstasy, oh heaven my brothers the delight the devotchka brought was over-the-top. As I forced myself bass inside her I pinched her nipples and forcefully pulled her towards me. I like to expect into their eyes when I fuck them.

I always got bored immediately after my crook and so I entertained myself by carving smiley faces into the bulwark while the others had their turn. Then came an unexpected comer my brothers as two parents entered the room smiling eagerly until our horrible endeavor met their eye sight. With Georgie 's crowbar in one hand and Dim 's chain in the early I was an unstoppable beast swinging each toy towards the unsuspecting adults. Then suddenly as the Chain and crowbar reached for them something, strange happened. They both squeezed together like accepting the end but wanting to nurse each other for ease 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, most being unneeded and just for jest both the mother and Fatherhood lay beaten and broken on the classroom base each of them holding the others hand as the red river began to pour over the brownish carpet. True artwork thought I. The only slice worthy of having a place in this classroom. Sadly their billfold were rather vacate compared to the money I usually steal from others.

Chapter 3
'' My personal souvenir ''

I awoke the following morning in the corner of the abandoned cinema that at night we call home my brothers along with Dim, Pete and Georgie. In the centre of the room, like us surrounded by broken deoxyephedrine and humiliated wood, Ms Michaels lay hog-tied and gagged face down in the tart shave of the once loved edifice. Like the former dark she gently wept, knowing it would n't do any good 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 head 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 tightlipped to lube that this devotchka deserved. After that I pulled open her luscious nerve I sent my lingua swimming into her holes. Then, without being even slightly appease I forced my unlubed unprotected ego into her unused kettle of fish, it was her first time at anal, and from her screaming and cursing, it would be her hold up. After a while her screaming died down and she bang to accept the pain but then I began to violently larrup her, and pulled and twisted her tiny nipples 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 secret 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 game more fun for your humble storyteller, down to the basement. The horrid smell could be noticed from exterior, the mentation of spending hours among it was enough to even churn up 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 than walls to use.

Chapter 4
'' The old surprise visit ''

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

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

'' Dim grab his Florida key and get in the screw car ! '' hollered Georgie

'' Fuck off get Alex to do it he does have it away all but boss us all around. ``

I then smacked Dim across the face with my cane.

'' vigil that ! picket that my chum ! '' I said intimidatingly

'' I aint your brother no to a greater extent 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 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 other liquids his body let spill.

It was an old ford, naught extra but since it had a weak and pitiful owner it was n't something to push aside my brothers. And since we needed rapture to the countryside it was an light victory.

As we traveled through the state roads of the night casting other travellers to the incline playing hogs of the route, what we needed now was somewhere isolated for the old surprise visit, that was a real kick and beneficial for lashings of the old ultra-violence.

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

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

'' Yes can I serve you ? ``

'' Miss please help there 's been a terrible accident. My supporter lying on the route bleeding to death ! I was wondering if I ca n't use your telephone ? ``

'' I 'm dreadfully drab but I 'm afraid we do n't own a telephone. ``

Then an older 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 better let him in. ``

As soon as she unchained and fully opened the room access she had full view of our masks, pry, range of mountains and canes.

But before this pitiable cow had the chance to shout out for assistant Dim was round her dragging her to the living room like a laboured shopping bag.

As I danced along behind them Pete and Georgie grabbed the old sucker 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 cat surprised face.

'' Just singing in the rainfall ''

A slap across his married woman 's

'' What a glorious feelin'''

Then I tore off this Loretta Young devotchkas red footling dress.

'' I 'm well-chosen again ''

Another slap.

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

As I had my turn, me still always being first, I continued to sing like a great call bird doing the most inexcusable Acts of the Apostles. I 've always loved such lovely adorable music.

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

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

'' I 'm laughing at cloud ''
'' So dark up above ''
'' The sunshine in my heart ''
'' And I 'm fix for love ''

Chapter 5
'' No evidence ''

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

'' Then why have no bursting charge been placed comrade ? ``

'' You and your booster or, what 's is it you call 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, caboodle of us school day Thomas Kid were there. '' I said

'' Just listen to me footling Alex if you or your admirer 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 roll in the hay out my office staff. ``

Another failed attempt from Mr Sargent Kennedy Interrnational. London 's o.k. I joked to myself.
Not to vex about your baseborn narrator brothers I knew they had no grounds they never do. I noticed the photo of his girl 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 family tonight I'll chain armour 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 touches '' we too dark even for me oh my brothers. 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 wedding ring when it was his turning with her.

My next relocation was simple then, I had to kill Dim before he gets us caught. It 's a necessary sacrifice my chum and I know thou shall shed a binge to see him go. But it must be done.

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

I arrived home that night around 2am but mother and father knew meliorate than to call into question me. I lived in a bare uncouth flat tire in S John Griffith Chaney. My room was filled wall to palisade with such beautiful video and paintings of ultra-violence as well as the old in-out in-out ( sex ). I turned to my music library and played van Beethoven 9th symphony, played by the John Griffith Chaney symphony orchestra. I lay on my and stroked my tongue against my young incoming beard as Beethoven 's blissful whole step surrounded me and I planned how to get rid of poor old Dim. The method did n't matter. It could be quickly and painless or tenacious and about enjoyable brothers. Either would be resplendent as long as no-one suspected your lowly narrator.

Then an estimation plopped into my gulliver. billy goat Boy. Our old foeman in the night and school day brother in the daylight hours. I could kill Dim and pick the old act on him, we 're all filled with such hate for Brother that they 'd want to trust its him.

The following day school was still shutdown from parents Night and it was to bright for our common fun and biz so there 'd only be a few office billy could be. The most obvious being his abode. It being midday his parents were still put working and earning leaving young billy boy home alone. Looking through the bread and butter room window I seen billy siting with his hand round some young devotchka, who looked a few years youthful than us, and holding a drunkenness in his former as they laughed and giggled away. Then something unusual happened as this Thomas Young saphead fell to her face unconscious and not unsurprisingly billy was n't too shocked at her sudden change in cognisance. I need not tell you what happened next brothers, but sickening it was to witness. After recording it with my earphone thou it made it handy for blackmail.
Then a grinning possessed me sidekick. I need not put 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 stop, he did n't even rag 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 truncheon Boy waiting in the bath to drive care of Dim as he went for a piss, which would n't be long away. Dim entered the bathroom and as he pissed billy club Boy swung for him with a blade and surprisingly Dim ducked cognizant of the attack and threw his chain off truncheon and it slid over to my feet.

'' supporter us Alex ! '' shouted Dim

But I just stood there observing like an audience peering through the fourthly wall. As soon as Dim realised I was n't on his side, which took a while 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 quick and brutally across the heart sending him south to the storey in agony at which compass point 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 Lucy Stone and all that. And so I put Billy out his hangdog misery chocking him very horrorshow. After he 'd passed on I left the chain there so the others would retrieve it was one killing the early in a moment of bad chance, justice in a sense.

Just as I pictured after alerting them of 'my hideous find'then figured they must have killed each other in the attack. They all stood there grieving the passing 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 portion I