A Clockwork orangeness

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THE DROOGS

Chapter 1
'' In the Korova ''

There was me, that is Alex and my three Droogs ( protagonist ) 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 moonlight lift hour of the day and as usual we had spent the previous hours out of schooltime, school being no longer entertaining oh my pal. But parents nighttime was approaching like the moon to the swarm and so and idea approached your lowly narrator to guarantee the reports of our dedicated instructor to be dainty and sparkling clear of the bear negativity. After purchasing our new masquerade, me wearing a Adolf Hitler mask, Hitler being my favorite dictator, Peter wearing a Margret Thatcher mask from the early 90s, Georgie wearing an Obama mask, a perfect alternative 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 mask which was fitting to his personality and low tidings. Before departure we had several more glasses of the old moloko ( Milk containing drugs ) as this would focalise you up for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

Chapter 2
'' Fine art ''

After a last meth each and a spatter of banter we set off into the setting sun towards our school.

The building was like the townsfolk people, it having a rotten a disgusting appearance which was nearly as bad as the dilapidated interior. The teacher themselves always stood straight dressed in the hight of convolute way 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 `` superscript '' as they put it themselves.

As we passed through the science department we saw Mr Saint Matthew, the steroid hormone dependent PE teacher practicing in the gym student residence as he always did in his spare time. early than his presence the Radclyffe Hall stood entirely detached making it a perfect start to our night of the old ultra-violence. As our boots tip-toed across the residence hall he suddenly turned and stared at us now sprinting to him lambast first, an upperclass cane being my personal selection of artillery as it as fashionable as annoyance inflicting. One spry nip to the mentum sent his teeth flying from his lip like petals from a flower as the descended to the storey with his now unconscious body.
But our fun did n't stop there my brothers, as we had to assure he would n't awaken. A few more than kicks to the face, chest of drawers and testicles then he was a `` sleeping knockout ''.

As we strolled with adrenaline and the old moloko doing the backstroke through our nervure we headed to Mathematics for the our succeeding visit. We entered the classroom, not bothered about anyone audition or seeing us as the next way is in another field of the building. So we burst into the room mask first terrifying the old cow into jolt and the Graeco-Roman pleading for mercy. Without a endorse thought Georgie unleashed his pry across her nose, snapping it to the right field and letting the delightful red river of her descent run south to the floor. She being a heart aged fair sex meant it only took a few lashings of our artillery to wee-wee her `` unavailable '' for the eve. As her trunk lay sleeping on the floor her bare ass was visible under her skirt. I stood there staring at her pinkish G-string thinking away to myself"should I have her ?"No, it would be best to save my energy for a more worthy lady. Another time perhaps.

And for the last strike we headed to the top floor towards the art department. And in the only candid classroom there she stood oh my brothers. Ms Michaels, the 20-something devotchka ( woman ) stood with her slender back towards us writing `` Welcome Parents ! '' upon the meth board. We 'd preserve 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 overlord and drawing card of my droogs always had the first go.

When she noticed our masks her expression turned to a playful, storm and anxious looking at, 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 infantry and used her skirt to restrain her articulatio talocruralis close together. Without difficulty Dim tore her passably pink panties from her perfectly fill out ass and used them to gag her squeals. Oh bliss, oh ecstasy, oh heaven my brother 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 take care 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 bulwark while the others had their turning. Then came an unexpected arrival my brothers as two parents entered the room smiling eagerly until our frightful endeavor met their eye vision. With Georgie 's crowbar in one mitt and Dim 's chain in the early I was an unstoppable wildcat swinging each toy towards the unsuspicious 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 hold each other for comfort like. Hysterical thought I as each took a smack to the aspect colliding their heads together like a classical comedy minute. After a few lacing, most being unnecessary and just for joke both the mother and Church Father lay beaten and broken on the classroom level each of them holding the others hand as the red river began to swarm over the Robert Brown carpet. True artwork thought I. The only piece worthy of having a space in this classroom. Sadly their wallets were rather empty compared to the money I usually steal from others.

Chapter 3
'' My personal memento ''

I awoke the watch over morning in the corner of the abandoned cinema that at night we call home my brothers along with Dim, Pete and Georgie. In the nitty-gritty of the room, like us surrounded by broken Methedrine and erupt Ellen Price Wood, Ms Michaels lay hog-tied and gagged face down in the precipitous skimming of the once loved building. Like the premature nighttime she gently wept, knowing it would n't do any good she made no endeavour to cry for help. While my droogs slept I took the opportunity to try something, different. After asking her she shook her promontory to slump having tried it, but that just made things more interesting. I removed the homemade gag and forced myself into her lip, it would be the close to lube that this devotchka deserved. After that I pulled open her luscious cheek I sent my tongue swimming into her holes. Then, without being even slightly gentle I forced my unlubed unprotected self into her unused hole, it was her first time at anal, and from her thigh-slapper and cursing, it would be her live on. After a while her screams died down and she bang to accept the painfulness but then I began to violently paddle her, and pulled and twisted her tiny nipples making her once again yelp and groan. Eventually even that was n't enough. So I unscrewed the top of my cane to break my secret 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 humble narrator, down to the basement. The horrid sense of smell could be noticed from outside, the thought of spending hours among it was enough to even sicken myself oh my blood brother. Once in the cellar I tied her to the wall with the others. What a aggregation 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 cunt ! '' I cheerfully exclaimed

'' Dim grab his Florida key and get in the shag 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.

'' Watch that ! Watch that my brother ! '' 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 debile, your zilch. ``

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

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

It was an old ford, goose egg particular but since it had a watery and pitiful proprietor 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 roadstead of the dark casting other traveler to the English playing hogs of the route, what we needed now was somewhere isolated for the old surprise 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 little upperclass cottage hidden away in the country fields. `` Perfect. '' I said

I gave some quick bang on the room access before this middle aged devotchka answered in an all sophisticated voice.

'' Yes can I help oneself you ? ``

'' miss please help there 's been a terrible accident. My booster lying on the road 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 have a telephone. ``

Then an older vocalism of some guy called from inside.

'' Who is it dear ? ``

'' There 's a Loretta Young man here, he says there 's been an fortuity. ``

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

As soon as she unchained and fully opened the doorway she had total panorama of our masks, crowbar, chains and canes.

But before this poor cow had the fortune to scream for aid Dim was round her dragging her to the aliveness room like a with child 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 vocal

'' I 'm singing in the rain ''

Boot to the old bozo surprised face.

'' Just singing in the rain ''

A slap across his wife 's

'' What a glorious feelin'''

Then I tore off this Cy 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 cunt and ensured he got a adept eyeful of the show.

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

After we all had a turn Dim spread the gasoline around the room as Pete sat stroking the lighter. But I would be the one to fire up it oh my Brother, that honour would be mine.

I could n't tell 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 suns in my heart ''
'' And I 'm ready for love ''

Chapter 5
'' No evidence ''

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

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

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

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

'' Us been mentioned by public figure does n't mean we 're to be blamed. It was parents night sir, lots of us school youngster were there. '' I said

'' Just listen to me little Alex if you or your friends step one toe out of stock 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 position. ``

Another failed try from Mr Sargent Jack Kennedy. London 's ok I joked to myself.
Not to worry about your lowly narrator sidekick 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 prissy out of it. A few calendar month ago I rode her ass at a political party, when I arrive home tonight I'll mail our Sargent the video, the picture of course being directed by your narrator.

Anyway although we were getting penny-pinching to getting caught now than ever. I blame Dim. Some of his `` personal touches '' we too dark even for me oh my brothers. Last nighttime for illustration as we were enjoying the old in-out in-out with that Thomas Young soon to be married Devotchka. He made her withdraw her marriage ring when it was his turn with her.

My adjacent move was simple then, I had to kill Dim before he gets us caught. It 's a necessary forfeiture my buddy and I know thou shall shake off a rip to see him go. But it must be done.

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

I arrived household that Night around 2am but engender and father knew better than to call into question me. I lived in a dewy-eyed common flatbed in due south London. My room was filled wall to wall with such beautiful moving-picture show and paintings 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 John Griffith Chaney symphony orchestra orchestra. I lay on my and stroked my knife against my young incoming byssus as van Beethoven 's blissful tones surrounded me and I planned how to get rid of miserable old Dim. The method did n't affair. It could be quick and painless or farsighted and nigh pleasurable buddy. Either would be resplendent as long as no-one suspected your humble narrator.

Then an idea plopped into my gulliver. Billy Boy. Our old enemy in the night and schooling crony in the day hours. I could wipe out Dim and fault the old act on him, we 're all filled with such hatred for brothers that they 'd want to believe its him.

The adopt 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 places billy could be. The most obvious being his family. It being midday his parents were still put working and earning leaving Loretta Young billy boy home alone. Looking through the animation elbow room window I seen billy siting with his mitt round some Cy Young 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 Cy Young 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 tell you what happened next brother, but sickening it was to witness. After recording it with my headphone thou it made it handy for blackmail.
Then a grin possessed me brother. I need not couch 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 at a bus stop, he did n't even irritate 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 goat Boy waiting in the bathroom to ask caution 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 brand and surprisingly Dim ducked mindful of the flak and threw his chain off he-goat and it slid over to my feet.

'' helper us Alex ! '' shouted Dim

But I just stood there observing like an interview peering through the fourth rampart. 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 snipe billy and get the amend of him. So I grabbed his Sir Ernst Boris Chain and smacked speedy and brutally across the eyes sending him south to the floor in torment at which tip he-goat finished the job nervously stabbing him in the throat. As I stood behind Billy holding Dims Chain I thought, why not ? Two boo one stone and all that. And so I put Billy out his shamed misery chocking him very horrorshow. After he 'd passed on I left the strand there so the others would think it was one killing the early in a instant of bad luck, Department of Justice in a sense.

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

Thats lesson one my Brother, I will always win.

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