Dark Ultra Violence in A Clockwork Orange: A Descent into Teenage Anarchy

A Clockwork orange

PART 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 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, school being no longer entertaining oh my brothers. But parents night was approaching like the moon to the clouds and so and idea approached your humble narrator to ensure the reports of our dedicated teachers to be nice and sparkling clear of the expected 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 usual ape mask which was fitting to his personality and low intelligence. Before departure we had several 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 final glass 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. The teachers 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 didn't pass any of our "superiors" as they put it themselves.

As we passed through the science department we saw Mr Matthews, the steroid dependent PE teacher practicing in the gym hall as he always did in his spare time. Other than his presence the hall stood entirely isolated making it a perfect start 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 quick smack to the chin sent his teeth flying from his mouth like petals from a flower as the descended to the floor with his now unconscious body.
But our fun didn't stop there my brothers, as we had to ensure he wouldn't awaken. A few more kicks to the face, chest and testicles 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 hearing 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 mercy. Without a second thought Georgie unleashed his crowbar across her nose, snapping it to the right and letting the delightful red river of her blood run south to the floor. She being a middle aged woman meant it only took a few lashings of our weapons to make her "unavailable" for the evening. As her body lay sleeping on the floor her bare ass was visible under her skirt. I stood there staring at her pink 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 final strike we headed to the top floor towards the art department. And in the only open 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 chalk board. We'd keep 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 first go.

When she noticed our masks her expression turned to a playful, surprised and nervous look, 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 feet and used her skirt to hold her ankles close together. Without difficulty Dim tore her pretty pink panties 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 extraordinary. As I forced myself deeper inside her I pinched her nipples 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 turn. Then came an unexpected arrival 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 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

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