A Clockwork orangeness

PART I
THE DROOGS

Chapter 1
'' In the Korova ''

There was me, that is Alex and my three Droogs ( friend ) 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 schoolhouse, schoolhouse being no longer entertaining oh my brothers. But parents night was approaching like the moonshine to the clouds and so and idea approached your humble narrator to see the reports of our consecrated instructor to be nice and sparkling clear of the look electronegativity. After purchasing our new masquerade, me wearing a Adolf Hitler mask, Adolf Hitler being my pet authoritarian, cock wearing a Margret Margaret Hilda Thatcher masquerade from the former 90s, Georgie wearing an Obama masquerade, 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 usual ape masque which was fitting to his personality and low intelligence. Before departure we had several more crank of the old moloko ( milk containing drugs ) as this would heighten you up for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

Chapter 2
'' amercement art ''

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

The building was like the town hoi polloi, it having a rotten a disgusting appearing which was nearly as bad as the dilapidated interior. The instructor themselves always stood straight 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 room to ensure we did n't pass any of our `` superiors '' as they put it themselves.

As we passed through the science department we saw Mr St. Matthew the Apostle, the steroid dependent PE instructor practicing in the gym hall as he always did in his free fourth dimension. Other than his presence the hall stood entirely isolated making it a perfect jump to our night of the old ultra-violence. As our boots tip-toed across the entrance hall he suddenly turned and stared at us now sprinting to him cane first, an upperclass cane being my personal choice of weapon system as it as fashionable as pain inflicting. One quickly smacking to the Kuki-Chin sent his teeth flying from his mouth like petals from a flower as the descended to the story with his now unconscious body.
But our fun did n't break there my blood brother, as we had to ensure he would n't awaken. A few more thrill to the face, chest and testicles then he was a `` sleeping mantrap ''.

As we strolled with adrenaline and the old moloko doing the backstroke through our nervure we headed to Mathematics for the our adjacent visit. We entered the classroom, not bothered about anyone hearing or seeing us as the next room is in another area of the construction. So we burst into the elbow room mask first terrifying the old cow into jar and the classic pleading for mercy. Without a bit thought Georgie unleashed his pry bar across her nose, snapping it to the rightfield and letting the delicious red river of her descent run south to the floor. She being a midsection aged fair sex meant it only took a few lashing of our weapons to make her `` unavailable '' for the evening. As her body lay sleeping on the trading floor her bare ass was seeable under her chick. I stood there staring at her pink g-string thinking away to myself"should I have her ?"No, it would be best to preserve my free energy for a more worthy noblewoman. Another meter perhaps.

And for the final exam strike we headed to the top floor towards the art department. And in the solitary open classroom there she stood oh my brothers. Ms Michaels, the 20-something devotchka ( woman ) stood with her slender book binding towards us writing `` Welcome Parents ! '' upon the chalk board. We 'd keep this one awake as we each took turns fucking her, that was a very kick and expert for a bit of the old ultra-violence. I being master key and leader of my droogs always had the get-go go.

When she noticed our masquerade party her formula turned to a playful, surprised and anxious looking at, one which changed to curve 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 metrical foot and used her skirt to hold her mortise joint close together. Without difficulty Dim tore her pretty pink step-in from her perfectly troll ass and used them to gag her squeals. Oh bliss, oh ecstasy, oh Heaven my pal the delight the devotchka brought was sinful. As I forced myself deeper inside her I pinched her nipples and forcefully pulled her towards me. I like to wait into their eyes when I fuck them.

I always got bored immediately after my good turn and so I entertained myself by carving smiley faces into the paries while the others had their turn. Then came an unexpected arriver my comrade as two parents entered the room smiling eagerly until our frightful effort met their eye pile. 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 wrecking bar reached for them something, unusual happened. They both squeezed together like accepting the end but wanting to hold each other for puff like. Hysterical thought I as each took a smack to the boldness colliding their heads together like a classic funniness moment. After a few beatings, to the highest degree being unnecessary and just for joke both the female parent and founding father lay beaten and broken on the classroom story each of them holding the others hand as the red river began to pour over the brown carpet. True artwork thought I. The lonesome man worthy of having a place in this schoolroom. Sadly their wallet were rather hollow compared to the money I usually steal from others.

Chapter 3
'' My personal souvenir ''

I awoke the following forenoon in the recess of the abandoned cinema that at dark we call dwelling my brothers along with Dim, Pete and Georgie. In the eye of the room, like us surrounded by give out looking glass and split up Sir Henry Wood, Ms Michaels lay hog-tied and gagged face down in the sharp grazing of the once loved construction. Like the old dark she gently wept, knowing it would n't do any full she made no attempt to scream for help. While my droogs slept I took the chance to try something, unlike. After asking her she shook her question to decline having tried it, but that just made things more interest. I removed the homemade gag and forced myself into her mouthpiece, it would be the closest to lube that this devotchka deserved. After that I pulled open her luscious cheeks I sent my glossa swimming into her kettle of fish. Then, without being even slightly gentle I forced my unlubed unprotected self into her idle hole, it was her commencement fourth dimension at anal, and from her screams and cursing, it would be her last. After a while her screaming died down and she bang to accept the pain but then I began to violently paddle her, and pulled and twisted her flyspeck pap making her once again yelping and moan. Eventually even that was n't enough. So I unscrewed the top of my cane to reveal my unavowed blade 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 modest narrator, down to the basement. The horrid smell could be noticed from outside, the thought process of expenditure hours among it was enough to even sicken myself oh my brothers. Once in the basement I tied her to the bulwark 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 anguish 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

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

I then smacked Dim across the boldness with my cane.

'' sentinel that ! picket that my Brother ! '' I said intimidatingly

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

'' Without me, without us, your unaccented, your zippo. ``

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

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

It was an old ford, nothing peculiar but since it had a unaccented and pathetic owner it was n't something to ignore my blood brother. And since we needed transport to the countryside it was an easy victory.

As we traveled through the country roads of the night casting early travellers to the slope playing hogs of the road, what we needed now was somewhere isolated for the old surprise visit, that was a real beef and good for scores of the old ultra-violence.

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

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

'' Yes can I help you ? ``

'' Miss please help there 's been a abominable accident. My friends lying on the route 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 telephone. ``

Then an sometime voice of some guy called from inside.

'' Who is it dear ? ``

'' There 's a immature man here, he says there 's been an accident. ``

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

As soon as she unchained and fully opened the door she had full opinion of our masquerade party, pry bar, chains and canes.

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

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

Then as the fun began I burst out in Song dynasty

'' I 'm singing in the rain ''

Boot to the old guys surprised face.

'' Just singing in the rain ''

A slap across his wife 's

'' What a glorious 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 terrified old pussy and ensured he got a good eyeful of the show.

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

After we all had a crook Dim spread the gasoline around the room as Pete sat stroking the flatboat. But I would be the one to get off it oh my sidekick, that honour would be mine.

I could n't evidence you if the screamed or not, when we were close enough 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 prepare for love life ''

Chapter 5
'' No evidence ''

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

'' Then why have no cathexis been placed chum ? ``

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

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

'' Us been mentioned by public figure does n't imply we 're to be blamed. It was parents dark sir, wads of us school Kid were there. '' I said

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

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

Another failed try from Mr Sargent Kennedy Interrnational. London 's hunky-dory I joked to myself.
Not to interest about your humble narrator brothers I knew they had no evidence they never do. I noticed the photo of his daughter on his desk dressed in her schooltime uniform, she looks nicer out of it. A few calendar month ago I rode her ass at a company, when I arrive home tonight I'll chain mail our John Singer Sargent the video, the video of track 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 moody even for me oh my chum. 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 eat up her wedding halo when it was his turn with her.

My adjacent motility was simple then, I had to vote down Dim before he gets us caught. It 's a necessity sacrifice my Brother and I know thou shall throw a bout to see him go. But it must be done.

Chapter 6
'' Once a Brother, once a champion ''

I arrived rest home that night around 2am but mother and father knew adept than to question me. I lived in a simple common flat in South London. My room was filled wall to fence with such beautiful motion-picture show and house painting of ultra-violence as well as the old in-out in-out ( sex ). I turned to my euphony library and played Beethoven 9th symphony, played by the London symphony orchestra. I lay on my and stroked my tongue against my youthful incoming byssus as van Beethoven 's blissful tone of voice surrounded me and I planned how to get rid of poor old Dim. The method acting did n't matter. It could be spry and painless or tenacious and most enjoyable brothers. Either would be splendid as long as no-one suspected your humble narrator.

Then an estimation plopped into my gulliver. Billy Boy. Our old foe in the night and school chum in the daylight hours. I could vote down Dim and charge the old act on him, we 're all filled with such hate for brothers that they 'd want to believe its him.

The followers day schooltime was still shutdown from parents Nox and it was to bright for our common fun and secret plan so there 'd only be a few berth billy could be. The most obvious being his domicile. It being noon his parents were still put working and earning leaving young billy boy domicile alone. Looking through the livelihood room window I seen billy siting with his hired man round some youthful devotchka, who looked a few days untried than us, and holding a drink in his other as they laughed and giggled away. Then something unusual happened as this young fall guy fell to her face unconscious mind and not unsurprisingly billy was n't too shocked at her sudden change in consciousness. I need not tell you what happened next brothers, but sickening it was to witness. After recording it with my phone thou it made it ready to hand for blackmail.
Then a grinning possessed me brothers. I need not entrap billy for killing Dim, I could arrive at him do it.

After a while he finished up, and I followed him as he left her unconscious at a bus stop, he did n't even incommode to `` straighten out up '' properly. But if she did n't commend 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 pick out care of Dim as he went for a piss, which would n't be long away. Dim entered the privy and as he pissed Billy Boy swung for him with a blade and surprisingly Dim ducked aware of the attack and threw his chain off baton and it slid over to my feet.

'' aid us Alex ! '' shouted Dim

But I just stood there observing like an audience peering through the quarter wall. As soon as Dim realised I was n't on his side, which took a while since it was Dim doing the thinking he began to attack billy and get the better of him. So I grabbed his Ernst Boris Chain and smacked fast and brutally across the eyes sending him south to the floor in agony at which detail Billy finished the job nervously stabbing him in the throat. As I stood behind truncheon holding Dims concatenation I thought, why not ? Two skirt one stone and all that. And so I put Billy out his guilty misery chocking him real horrorshow. After he 'd passed on I left the concatenation there so the others would think it was one killing the early in a moment of bad luck, justice in a sense.

Just as I pictured after alerting them of 'my outrageous uncovering'then figured they must suffer killed each other in the attack. They all stood there grieving the red ink 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 PART I