A Clockwork Orange – The rape scene

There was me, that is Alex, and my three Droogs, that is Pete, Georgie and Dim and we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. The Korova Milkbar sold milk plus, milk plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom, which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

“In skolliwoll”, Alex started, “I learned of some famous writer, Frank Alexander. He lives outside of the city, writing his books. Terribly boring books. But what really got my attention was his hot devotchka, Mary. A slender and sexy redhead. I think we should pay them a visit. Have a bit of the old in-out, in-out with her while he enjoys the show.”

All the Droogs nodded in approval, and we were ready for our night of ultra-violence.

Frank and Mary Alexander were engrossed in the quiet comfort of their home. Frank, his fingers dancing across the typewriter keys, was deeply immersed in crafting his latest novel, “A Clockwork Orange.” The clacking of the keys echoed through the room, a symphony of his dark and vivid imagination coming to life on the page. Meanwhile, Mary, stretched out on the couch, was lost in the pages of a magazine, her red pantsuit a vibrant splash of color against the muted tones of the room.

The tranquility of their evening was abruptly shattered by the insistent ringing of the doorbell. Mary’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting Frank’s across the room.

“Who on earth could that be?” Frank asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of concern.

“I’ll go and see.” Mary replied, her movements graceful as she headed for the door. “Yes? Who is it?”

“Excuse me,” the voice said from behind the door, its tone urgent and pleading. “Missus…can you please help us? There’s been a terrible accident. My friend’s in the middle of the road, bleeding to death. Can I please use your telephone for an ambulance?”

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have a telephone. You’ll have to go somewhere else.” Mary said, her voice growing nervous as she clutched the door tightly.

“But, missus, it’s a matter of life and death.” The voice insisted, the desperation palpable.

“Who is it, dear?” Frank asked across the room, his brow furrowed with worry.

“There’s a young man here. He says there’s been an accident. He wants to use the telephone.” Mary called back, her eyes darting between the stranger and the hallway leading to Frank.

“Well, I suppose you’d better let him in.” Frank’s voice held a note of reluctance, but also a sense of duty.

With a deep, steadying breath, Mary removed the chain, allowing the stranger to step inside. The moment the door was unlocked, a flurry of movement caught her eye. Four figures, all wearing masks covering parts of their face and dressed in the same attire as the man at the door, rushed into the house, their presence immediately filling the room with an electric tension.

Mary gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she stumbled back, her eyes wide with shock and fear. Frank, sensing the commotion, rushed to the foyer, his eyes widening in disbelief at the sight of the masked intruders.

The tension in the room was thick and suffocating as the Droogs closed in on their unsuspecting victims. Dim, a cruel smirk playing on his lips, lunged at Frank, his boot connecting with the author’s face with a sickening thud. Frank grunted in pain, his body crumpling to the floor like a discarded rag doll.

“Frank!” Mary screamed, her voice filled with terror and desperation. The sound of her husband’s pained groan echoed through the room, fueling her fear.

Alex, undeterred by her cries, grabbed Mary by the arms, his grip tight and unyielding. “Right, Pete check the rest of the house. Dim.”

Mary struggled against his hold, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. “Let me go! What do you want from us?” she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear.

Alex chuckled, a sound that sent icy shivers down Mary’s spine. “Patience, my lovely. All in good time.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of tape, his movements deliberate and calculated. “First, we need to make sure you can’t run away.”

Mary’s struggles intensified as Alex bound her wrists behind her back, the tape cutting into her skin. “No! Please, don’t do this!” she cried, her voice laced with desperation and fear.

Georgie, a wicked grin spreading across his face, stepped forward and threw Mary over his shoulder as if she were a prized possession. “Time to have some real fun,” he said, his voice laced with anticipation and malice.

Dim and Pete quickly followed, their eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and cruelty. They pinned Frank to the floor, their combined weight making it impossible for him to move. Frank grunted in pain, his breaths coming in ragged, labored gasps.

“Stay still, old man,” Dim sneered, pressing his knee into Frank’s back with brutal force. “You wouldn’t want to make things worse for yourself, would you?”

Alex, satisfied with Mary’s restraints, turned his attention back to Frank. He kicked the author again, this time with even more force, eliciting a pained groan from Frank. Frank, watching in horror, tried to struggle, but Dim and Pete held him down with ease, their grips unyielding.

Alex reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, rubber ball. He forced it into Mary’s mouth, taping it shut so she couldn’t utter a sound. Mary’s eyes widened in terror, her muffled cries of protest falling on deaf ears.

Frank, his voice muffled by the ball, tried to speak. “Mmph! Mmph!” His attempts at communication were futile, his words lost in the chaos and fear that filled the room.

Alex kicked Frank one more time, his boot connecting with the author’s ribs with a sickening crunch. Frank’s body convulsed in agony, his muffled screams of pain filling the room as Alex repeated the process, forcing another rubber ball into his mouth and securing it with tape. Frank’s attempts to speak were reduced to incoherent, guttural moans, his words lost behind the gag.

Alex stood back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction and a twisted sense of pride. “Now, my Droogs, the real fun can begin. And don’t worry, we have plenty of surprises in store for you.”

Dim stepped forward, his movements fluid and menacing as he held onto Mary’s arms, rendering her unable to move. Alex, a wicked smile playing on his lips, reached for her belt, deftly unbuckling it and pulling it free. He tossed it aside, his eyes gleaming with a mix of cruelty and amusement.

“Let’s see what we’ve got here, shall we?” Alex murmured, his voice a low, mocking drawl. He produced a pair of scissors from his pocket, the blades glinting menacingly in the soft light. “Time to get a bit more comfortable, love.”

Mary’s eyes widened in terror as she watched Alex approach, her muffled protests falling on deaf ears. She tried to speak, her voice a garbled mess behind the gag, her words a plea for mercy. Frank, despite his own pain, tried to intervene, his muffled cries a desperate attempt to protect his wife. But their efforts were futile, their voices silenced by the cruel devices in their mouths.

He began to cut, the scissors slicing through the fabric of her red pantsuit with cruel precision. He started at her chest, creating small, precise holes that slowly grew larger, the sharp blades tearing through the material with ease, revealing her breasts beneath. Mary struggled with every ounce of strength she had, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps, but Dim held her firmly, his grip unyielding and brutal.

He continued his macabre task, the scissors moving down her body, cutting away the fabric in a slow, deliberate manner. He sung “Singing in the Rain” as he worked, his voice a cruel parody of the cheerful tune, each note a mocking echo in the room.

Mary’s pantsuit fell away in tatters, leaving her in her red knee-high socks. Mary cried out, a sound of pain and humiliation, as the fabric tore away, revealing her red-colored pubic bush. Alex’s eyes roamed over her body, a predatory gleam in his gaze, taking in every curve and line.

Alex pulled down his pants and underwear, making it clear what was next. Leaning over to Frank, he said, “Viddy well, little brother, viddy well,” his voice a mocking whisper, a cruel invitation to witness the horror to come.

Dim and Georgie moved with swift, brutal efficiency, their hands gripping Mary’s arms and legs with an ironclad hold. They forced her to the floor, pinning her on her back in front of Frank. Mary kicked and screamed, her body thrashing wildly as she fought against their unyielding grip, her muffled cries of terror echoing through the room.

She sobbed, her voice a guttural moan behind the gag. Dim leaned down, his masked face inches from hers, his breath hot on her skin. “Shh, love. Just relax and enjoy the ride,” he mocked, his voice a low, cruel whisper, laced with a perverse delight.

Alex, a wicked grin spreading across his face, stood before Frank in nothing but his white shirt and braces. He began to stroke himself, his movements slow and deliberate, a cruel taunt designed to humiliate and torment. “Watch closely, old man,” Alex drawled, his voice laced with malice and a twisted sense of satisfaction. “You’re going to get a front-row seat to the show. I’m going to fuck your wife so hard, she’ll be feeling it for days. Every thrust, every moan, you’ll witness it all.”

Alex, his cock now fully erect, stepped closer to Mary, his shadow falling over her prone body, a dark omen of what was to come. He leaned down, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading them wide with a brutal, unyielding force. Mary cried out, a sound of pure terror and despair, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and humiliation.

Alex ignored her pleas, his eyes locked on Frank as he positioned himself between Mary’s legs, his voice a low, mocking growl. “Watch, old man. Watch as I take what’s yours. Watch as I make her mine.”

Frank, his face a mask of anguish and despair, could do nothing but watch, his heart shattering with each passing second. The room was filled with the sounds of Mary’s sobs and his own desperate, muffled pleas, a symphony of horror and agony that seemed to echo endlessly.

Alex, a cruel, twisted smile playing on his lips, knelt between Mary’s spread legs, his hands gripping her thighs with a bruising, unyielding force. He leaned down, his breath hot and repulsive on her ear, his voice a low, mocking drawl. “Such a pretty little pussy, all red and ready for me. I’m going to enjoy this, love. I’m going to make sure you feel every inch of me.”

Mary kicked and screamed, her body bucking wildly as she tried to dislodge him, her muffled cries a plea for mercy. Alex ignored her, his eyes locked on her most intimate area, a predatory gleam in his gaze. He slowly pushed into her, his movements deliberate and mocking, each thrust a cruel invasion.

“That’s it, love. Take it all,” he growled, his voice laced with a perverse satisfaction. “You’re so tight, it’s almost painful. Your husband must have a tiny cock if you’re this tight. But don’t worry, I’m going to stretch you out real well.”

Mary cried out, a sound of pure agony and humiliation, as he filled her completely, his hips pressing against hers with a brutal, unforgiving force. Alex chuckled, a sound devoid of any warmth, his voice a cruel whisper. “It’s going to hurt a lot more, love. Just wait and see.”

He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each stroke a brutal, punishing invasion. Mary’s sobs filled the room, her body trembling with each merciless stroke, her muffled cries a heart-wrenching testament to her pain and humiliation. Alex’s eyes shifted between watching the fear and agony on Mary’s face and the sheer frustration and despair on Frank’s face, a cruel, mocking taunt in his gaze.

Dim, Pete, and Georgie, their eyes gleaming with malice and excitement beneath their masks, cheered Alex on, their voices a chorus of cruelty and perverse delight. “Fuck her harder!” Dim shouted, his voice laced with sadistic glee, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Make her scream!” Georgie added, his tone mocking, a cruel laughter echoing in his words.

Alex, a wicked grin playing on his lips, complied with their demands, his hips moving faster, his thrusts deeper and more brutal, each stroke a punishing invasion designed to elicit screams of agony. Mary’s muffled screams echoed through the room, a symphony of pain and despair, her body trembling with each merciless stroke.

Alex, his breath coming in ragged gasps, leaned down, his hands reaching for the tape that secured the gag in her mouth. “This is no fun. I want to hear you scream,” he moaned, his voice a low, cruel growl, a perverse command. He pulled at the tape, the adhesive peeling away from her skin with a sickening sound, revealing her lips, swollen and red, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.

Mary, her voice hoarse and raw, pleaded, “Please stop this,” her words a desperate, broken cry, a plea for mercy that fell on deaf ears. Her eyes, wide with fear and pain, met Alex’s, a silent, pleading look that only seemed to fuel his cruelty.

Alex chuckled, a sound devoid of any warmth, his voice a low, mocking drawl. “Oh, we’re just getting started, love. Making you suffer… it turns me on. I want to hear you beg for mercy. I want to hear you plead for me to stop. Beg, Mary. Beg for me to show you some mercy.”

Alex, his breath coming in ragged, labored gasps, suddenly stopped, pulling out of Mary with a wet, obscene sound that echoed in the room. He stood up, his cock glistening with her fluids, a cruel, satisfied smile playing on his face. He walked over to a nearby chair, his movements deliberate and mocking, and pulled it closer to the center of the room, where Mary lay, her body trembling with a mix of pain and humiliation.

Pete, a wicked grin spreading across his face, quickly grabbed Frank, his hands gripping the older man’s arms with a brutal, unyielding force. Frank, despite his age and the pain he was already in, struggled with every ounce of strength he had, his body bucking and twisting as he tried to free himself from Pete’s grasp. His muffled cries of defiance were lost behind the gag, but his eyes blazed with a fierce determination to fight back.

Georgie and Dim joined in, their movements swift and coordinated, as they forced Frank into the chair. Frank kicked and thrashed, his boots connecting with their shins, his fists flailing as he tried to land a blow. But the Droogs were relentless, their grips unyielding, their laughter a cruel echo in the room as they subdued him.

Once Frank was in the chair, Pete quickly grabbed a roll of tape, his movements deft and practiced. He began to wrap the tape around Frank’s wrists, securing them to the arms of the chair with a brutal, unyielding force. Frank struggled, his muscles straining against the restraints, his body twisting and turning as he tried to break free. But Pete’s grip was unyielding, the tape cutting into his skin, the adhesive a cruel, unbreakable bond.

Frank’s muffled screams of defiance and pain filled the room, a symphony of agony and despair, as the Droogs secured him, their laughter a mocking, cruel sound that seemed to echo endlessly. Alex watched, a twisted sense of satisfaction in his eyes, his cock still erect, a cruel promise of what was to come.

“You’re next,” Alex said, his voice laced with malice as he pointed at Pete, a cruel, mocking grin on his face. “Show us what you’ve got.”

Pete, a wicked, predatory grin spreading across his face, stepped forward, his eyes locked on Mary’s prone, trembling body, a mix of lust and cruelty shining in his gaze. “With pleasure,” he drawled, his voice a low, dangerous purr, a promise of the pain and humiliation to come.

Pete kicked off his bovver boots with a brutal force, the sound echoing in the room, and shucked his trousers, standing before Mary in nothing but his white shirt, braces, and mask, a cruel, mocking figure. He knelt between her legs, his hands wrapping around her thighs with a bruising, unyielding force, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

He hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, her red knee-high socks in the air, her body arching off the floor in a cruel, humiliating position, her most intimate area exposed and vulnerable. Pete positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes gleaming with a mix of anticipation and malice.

“Such a nice little cunt,” Pete murmured, his voice laced with cruelty and a perverse delight, a cruel, mocking whisper. “I’m going to enjoy this. I’m going to make you feel every inch of me.”

Mary, her body shaking with sobs, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps, pleaded, her voice a desperate, broken cry. “Please, don’t do this. Please, have mercy… I beg of you…”

Pete ignored her desperate pleas, his hips surging forward with a brutal, unyielding force as he entered her with a single, punishing thrust. Mary cried out, a sound of pure agony and despair, as he filled her completely, her body arching in a futile attempt to escape the invasion. Pete began to move, his hips pumping in a fast, aggressive rhythm, his cock pounding into her with relentless, merciless force, each stroke a cruel, punishing invasion.

Alex, a wicked, mocking grin spreading across his face, walked over to Frank, his hands reaching for the older man’s pajamas with a cruel, deliberate slowness. He pulled them down, the fabric pooling around Frank’s ankles, leaving him exposed and vulnerable, his soft cock a stark contrast to the brutal, savage scene unfolding before him.

“Well, my brother,” Alex drawled, his voice laced with malice and a twisted sense of satisfaction, his eyes locked on Frank’s soft cock, a cruel, mocking gleam in his gaze. “Looks like someone isn’t enjoying the show. Or maybe you’re just too old to get it up anymore, eh, old man?”

Frank, his face contorted with agony and a mix of anger and despair, fought against the tape binding him, his muscles straining with a futile, desperate strength. During the struggle, his makeshift gag came loose, and he spat out the ball that was in his mouth. “You monsters!” he rasped, his voice a guttural, desperate growl, a plea for mercy that fell on deaf ears. “Leave her be! Please, I beg of you!”

Alex, his chuckle cold and unfeeling, a cruel, mocking sound, replied, his voice a low, dangerous drawl. “Oh, but the fun is just beginning, old man. You’re going to witness it all. Every scream, every tear, every pleading look. You’re going to watch as we take everything from you. Everything.”

Pete, his hands roving over Mary’s trembling, vulnerable form, roughly grabbed and groped her breasts, his fingers cruel and unyielding, pinching her nipples with a brutal, merciless force. Mary wept, her body shaking with each brutal touch, her mind shattered by the overwhelming horror and humiliation, her sobs a desperate, fractured plea for mercy.

“Please, make it stop! It’s too much!” she sobbed, her voice hoarse and raw, a plea that fell on deaf ears, her body convulsing with each merciless stroke. “I can’t… I can’t take this anymore…”

Pete, his breath coming in ragged, labored gasps, ignored her pleas, his hips moving faster, his thrusts deeper and more brutal, each stroke a punishing invasion, a cruel, unyielding force. “Such a tight little cunt,” he grunted, his voice laced with malice and a perverse delight, a cruel, mocking growl.