"Bob and Carol and Jack and Jill " by Darryman (Darryman@aol.com). This story gets off to a fast and jolting start. An American boy and girl have been hiking across England. The girl is a bit forward - almost sluttish; and she is in the next room having sex with Jill's brother Jack. The boy is shy; and when he cums prematurely, Jill tells him that's OK, because "I'm going to fuck you to death." And she does. Literally. Then she goes to join her brother in disposing of the boy's sister. These are not the ordinary, friendly hedonists that we Americans believe inhabit the British countryside.

In short, this story deals with that question that has been nagging at the back of your mind: is there anything as exciting as giving pleasure to someone you were about to destroy? Now on to the main plot.

Bob and Carol are sexy American lovers whose car breaks down near the Gothic mansion of Jack and Jill. They need help - but they don't know how badly they really need help. Some - indeed, most - of the rape, torture, and snuff stories posted on this newsgroup are just plain drivel. They're the inane emissions of childish minds trying to prove their manhood by being nastier and grosser than anyone else. {If you need evidence to support my assertion, consider this title of a story posted yesterday, which I declined to review: "6 Drunks Gang-Bang, then Vomit on Barmaid"} This one is different. When an author can write about so many things that disgust me and do so in such a way as to make me thoroughly enjoy the story - THEN I know that I am reading a truly good story.

At a very early point in the story I was struck by an insight. Jill is a crazed sex maniac who has joined her similarly inclined brother, Jack, in his hobby of sexual torture and murder. Jack had started out a long time ago on the whores of London - to be exact, his first victim had been Mary Kelly. But by now his sister had helped him develop more cultured tastes. I'll give you no more hints regarding Jack's identity.

Lest you have nightmares, I remind you that this is fiction. People like this don't exist. Or if they do exist, they're crazy and too strong to resist. Now, isn't that reassuring?