A Clockwork orange

piece I
THE DROOGS

Chapter 1
'' In the Korova ''

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

It was in the synodic month rise hours of the day and as common we had spent the previous hours out of school, school being no longer entertaining oh my brothers. But parents night was approaching like the moon to the clouds and so and theme approached your humble narrator to guarantee the reports of our commit teachers to be nice and sparkling clear of the expected negativity. After purchasing our new mask, me wearing a Hitler mask, Hitler being my favorite dictator, peter wearing a Margret Thatcher masque from the early 90s, Georgie wearing an Obama mask, a pure pick for my younger droog as he has the `` yes we can '' attitude that I oh so admire in bloke yobbo and Dim in the common ape masque which was fitting to his personality and low intelligence. Before going away we had several more 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
'' amercement 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 people, it having a rotten a disgusting appearance which was nearly as bad as the dilapidated Interior Department. The teacher themselves always stood unbowed dressed in the hight of sophisticated fashion like well trained soldiers of education.

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

As we passed through the skill department we saw Mr Gospel According to Matthew, the steroid hormone dependant PE teacher practicing in the gym Charles Martin Hall as he always did in his part with fourth dimension. former than his front the residence stood entirely detached making it a perfect starting line to our night 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 promptly hell dust to the chin sent his teeth flying from his rima oris like petals from a flower as the descended to the floor with his now unconscious body.
But our fun did n't stop there my brothers, as we had to ascertain he would n't awaken. A few more kicks to the face, breast and egg then he was a `` sleeping looker ''.

As we strolled with epinephrine and the old moloko doing the backstroke through our veins we headed to Mathematics for the our next visit. We entered the schoolroom, not bothered about anyone earreach or seeing us as the next room is in another area of the edifice. So we burst into the room masquerade party first terrifying the old cow into shocks and the classic pleading for mercy. Without a second thought Georgie unleashed his crowbar across her nose, snapping it to the rightfulness and letting the delightful red river of her ancestry run south to the floor. She being a middle aged cleaning woman meant it only took a few lots of our weapon system to pee her `` unavailable '' for the evening. As her body lay sleeping on the floor her bare ass was visible under her doll. I stood there staring at her knock G-string thinking away to myself"should I have her ?"No, it would be best to carry through my muscularity for a more suitable dame. Another time perhaps.

And for the final strike we headed to the top floor towards the art department. And in the only outdoors schoolroom there she stood oh my crony. Ms Michaels, the 20-something devotchka ( woman ) stood with her slender back towards us writing `` Welcome Parents ! '' upon the methamphetamine board. We 'd go 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 master and leader of my droogs always had the get-go go.

When she noticed our mask her manifestation turned to a playful, surprise and nervous look, one which changed to swerve horror as we approached her. Georgie and Pete each grabbed and arm and slide their hands up towards her cheekily visible chest. I held her leg apart with my feet and used her skirt to hold her ankles close together. Without difficultness Dim tore her middling pink panty from her perfectly flesh out ass and used them to gag her squeals. Oh bliss, oh ecstasy, oh heaven my brothers the joy the devotchka brought was over-the-top. As I forced myself recondite inside her I pinched her nipples and forcefully pulled her towards me. I like to search 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 wall while the others had their turn. Then came an unexpected arrival my buddy as two parents entered the room smiling eagerly until our horrible endeavor met their eye spate. With Georgie 's crowbar in one hand and Dim 's mountain chain in the other I was an unstoppable animal swinging each toy towards the unsuspecting adult. Then suddenly as the chain and crowbar reached for them something, strange happened. They both squeezed together like accepting the end but wanting to entertain each former for quilt like. Hysterical thought I as each took a thunder to the human face colliding their heads together like a classic comedy moment. After a few beatings, most being unneeded and just for laughs both the mother and begetter lay beaten and broken on the classroom flooring each of them holding the others hand as the red river began to swarm over the brownness carpeting. True artwork thought I. The only patch worthy of having a place in this classroom. Sadly their pocketbook were rather empty 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 celluloid that at Night we call home my buddy along with Dim, Pete and Georgie. In the centre of the room, like us surrounded by broken glass and broken Sir Henry Joseph Wood, Ms Michaels lay hog-tied and gagged face down in the sharp shavings of the once loved construction. Like the premature night she gently wept, knowing it would n't do any good 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 head to decline having tried it, but that just made thing 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 juicy cheeks I sent my glossa swimming into her muddle. Then, without being even slightly gentle I forced my unlubed unprotected ego into her unused hole, it was her first of all time at anal, and from her wow and cursing, it would be her last. After a while her riot died down and she bang to accept the pain sensation but then I began to violently spank her, and pulled and twisted her petite teat 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 secluded leaf blade or `` Betty '' as I called it. Then using `` Betty '' I ensured she screamed.

What a mess.

I dragged her kick and screaming, making the game more fun for your humble teller, down to the basement. The horrid olfactory modality could be noticed from outside, the thought of spending hours among it was enough to even nauseate myself oh my blood brother. Once in the basement I tied her to the wall with the others. What a collecting I thought to myself. And I still had three more paries to use.

Chapter 4
'' The old surprise 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 fuck 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 typeface with my cane.

'' Watch 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 light, 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 liquid state his body let spill.

It was an old ford, nothing special but since it had a infirm and pitiful owner it was n't something to neglect my brothers. And since we needed transport to the countryside it was an easy victory.

As we traveled through the country roads of the nighttime casting other traveler to the side playing hogs of the road, what we needed now was somewhere isolated for the old surprise visit, that was a real kick and goodness for heaps of the old ultra-violence.

After searching through road and roads we soon came across an stranded minuscule upperclass cottage hidden away in the rural area fields. `` Perfect. '' I said

I gave some ready bang on the doorway before this middle aged devotchka answered in an all sophisticated voice.

'' Yes can I help you ? ``

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

'' I 'm dreadfully bad but I 'm afraid we do n't receive a telephone. ``

Then an older phonation of some guy called from inside.

'' Who is it dear ? ``

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

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

As soon as she unchained and fully opened the doorway she had full prospect of our mask, wrecking bar, chains and canes.

But before this poor cow had the fortune to shout for avail Dim was round her dragging her to the living way 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 song

'' I 'm singing in the rain ''

Boot to the old guy surprised face.

'' Just tattle in the rain ''

A smacking across his wife 's

'' What a brilliant feelin'''

Then I tore off this young devotchkas red little dress.

'' I 'm happy again ''

Another slap.

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

As I had my turn, me still always being maiden, I continued to sing like a great call shuttlecock doing the most unforgivable acts. I 've always loved such lovely endearing music.

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

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

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

Chapter 5
'' No grounds ''

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

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

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

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

'' Us been mentioned by name does n't have in mind we 're to be blamed. It was parents Night sir, gobs of us school kids were there. '' I said

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

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

Another failed effort from Mr Sargent Jack Kennedy. Jack London 's finest I joked to myself.
Not to worry about your humble storyteller Brother I knew they had no evidence they never do. I noticed the exposure of his girl on his desk dressed in her school day uniform, she looks decent out of it. A few calendar month ago I rode her ass at a company, when I arrive habitation tonight I'll ring armour our John Singer Sargent the video recording, the video of course of action 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 sinister 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 twist with her.

My future relocation was uncomplicated then, I had to kill Dim before he gets us caught. It 's a necessary sacrifice my brothers and I know thou shall molt a tear to see him go. But it must be done.

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

I arrived abode that night around 2am but mother and father knew better than to question me. I lived in a round-eyed common flatbed in Confederacy London. My room was filled wall to palisade with such beautiful pictures and painting of ultra-violence as well as the old in-out in-out ( sex ). I turned to my euphony depository library and played Ludwig van Beethoven 9th symphony orchestra, played by the London symphony orchestra. I lay on my and stroked my knife against my Pres Young incoming whiskers 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 prompt and painless or long and most enjoyable brothers. Either would be splendid as long as no-one suspected your humble narrator.

Then an idea plopped into my gulliver. he-goat Boy. Our old opposition in the night and school pal in the daylight hr. I could kill Dim and blame the old act on him, we 're all filled with such hatred for comrade that they 'd require to believe its him.

The stick with day schooling was still shutdown from parents nighttime and it was to bright for our usual fun and games so there 'd only be a few seat billy could be. The most obvious being his base. It being noonday his parents were still put working and earning leaving youthful billy boy home alone. Looking through the sustenance room window I seen billy siting with his hand round some young devotchka, who looked a few days vernal than us, and holding a drinking in his former as they laughed and giggled away. Then something strange happened as this young fool fell to her look unconscious and not unsurprisingly billy was n't too shocked at her sudden change in consciousness. I need not evidence you what happened following brothers, but sickening it was to witness. After recording it with my phone thou it made it handy for blackmail.
Then a grin possessed me Brother. I need not frame billy for killing Dim, I could take a shit him do it.

After a while he finished up, and I followed him as he left her unconscious mind at a bus check, he did n't even bother to `` clean up 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 baton Boy waiting in the toilet to postulate 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 Boy swung for him with a blade and surprisingly Dim ducked aware of the attack and threw his mountain chain off he-goat and it slid over to my feet.

'' Help us Alex ! '' shouted Dim

But I just stood there observing like an audience peering through the 4th wall. As soon as Dim realised I was n't on his side, which took a spell since it was Dim doing the thinking he began to round billy and get the better of him. So I grabbed his chain and smacked quick and brutally across the center sending him south to the floor in excruciation at which dot Billy finished the job nervously stabbing him in the throat. As I stood behind he-goat 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 actual horrorshow. After he 'd passed on I left the chain there so the others would mean it was one killing the other in a moment of bad fate, jurist in a sense.

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