Prologue: How Claire Came to the Crumbling Edge of the Precipice
Clarissa had grown up in a fairly conservative family as an only child. Because she was a good student in high school, her parents grudgingly allowed her to attend college to study something in the area of education or an assistant to either a dentist or veterinarian. She made it through four years with slightly above average grades and a bachelor's degree in general sciences, but other than that, the only thing Claire was sure of after all that was that she no longer held the strong evangelical beliefs that her parents held. Near the end of senior year, her dad dropped dead from an embolism, and her mom became more and more estranged, as her grief led her to isolate herself from anyone not fully into the church community she was part of. After graduation, Claire ended up living a fairly aimless life, spending a couple of years under-employed at bookstores and coffee shops, rather than making a try at a career in an area closer in line with her undergraduate degree. It was at one of those coffee shops that she met the recently widowed father she ended up marrying. He had an adorable ten year old daughter who was quite smitten with her, and Claire soon found herself quite comfortable with seeing herself as a potential replacement for her mom.
At first, Clarissa thought she was really in love with him. After a year of steady dating, both with the aid of a sitter to look after Jane as well as a fair number with them as a trio, Clarissa lost her virginity to him in the bathtub of an expensive hotel two months before he formally proposed. They married in a civil ceremony a week later, with little Janie being both witness and flower girl. Unfortunately, what started as a storybook romance, became far less romantic as her husband got more and more focused on his career. The moments of what had become "so-so" sex came less and less often and his response to her overtures for intimacy increasingly were either indifference or uninspired and all too quickly completed and uninspired missionary intercourse.
To fill those needs he was neglecting, Claire surreptitiously turned to online porn and erotica. It was in these venues that Claire became better acquainted with the concept of women loving other women- something her very conservative upbringing had kept her mostly ignorant about. She not only was fascinated by how a woman could sexually please another woman, but she also found the descriptions of the trysts, relationships, and seductions an incredible turn on in a way that the intimate moments with her husband never had. In particular, Claire discovered that she produced a lot more internal lubrication as a result of reading about and watching women or girls kissing or making love than she did watching heterosexual scenes or during the all too infrequent real lovemaking sessions between her and her husband.
A while after Claire had made visits to these sorts of web sites a regular thing, another thing happened in her life. Her stepdaughter Janie started to enter that phase in most girl's lives where they want to act more "grown-up" and start experimenting with things like makeup and more mature dress. At first, Claire was tempted to fall back on her own mother's example that she had experienced during her evangelical upbringing, and actively discourage Janie's impulses regarding dress and such, but when the girl approached her stepmother more like a cool older sister than a mother for advice, extremely eager for her opinion, Claire did an about face and not only taught her about the application of makeup and how it could be used to affect people's impression s about you, but also ended up taking Jane on a number of shopping trips for nicer clothing that may have been a bit much for a twelve year old.
By Jane's thirteenth birthday, Claire began noticing the girl's growing similarity to some of the younger characters in the lesbian vignettes she indulged in. At first, Clarissa was only mildly put off by these similarities, but as Jane began to further blossom into a lovely young woman, Claire increasingly found herself fantasizing about liaisons with girls that looked like Jane. Claire's pornography searches drifted more and more to mature or "MILF" trysts with teens and even actual "mother/daughter" scenes. Her erotica literature sites also saw a shift to lesbian incest stories and she even began to masturbate to mental images of Jane, rather than just girls or young women reminiscent of her.
Her husband's increasing neglect, along with more late nights and long trips by him associated with a recent promotion, did not help to squelch her growing obsession with porn or with her stepdaughter Jane for that matter. He had promised to take some time off soon to get away, maybe to Disneyworld, so Jane could have fun while they could have dates together in the more grown-up venues in the park, and for awhile, the promise of such a vacation took her mind off these thoughts. But, his repeated "kicking the can down the road" to next month, and then finally to next year...maybe, along with her coming upon physically and emotionally maturing Jane occasionally experimenting with more provocative dress and makeup, sent Clarissa spiraling back into a pits of debauched thoughts and feelings of her being a horrible person. She began making visits to other places on the web, where such a clearly abnormal relationship was portrayed as more socially acceptable, or chat rooms where like-minded individuals invited her to role play incestuous encounters and age play seductions of or by teens. Some even brazenly encouraged her to act on her feelings. All of this, even though she rationalized them as a way of letting off steam, further fueled her lurid imagination.
Eventually, Claire's mind began to rationalize how she could actually make something happen between her and her stepdaughter. "Maybe it would be OK if Jane did not know it was me doing things to her," Claire reasoned after her third cup of wine. After a bit more musing Claire decided that she wanted to be able to leave Jane in a state of not knowing exactly what had happened when she was finished pleasuring her. Claire poured yet another glass and sipped. "She can't see me. She can't know it was me," she thought to herself. "but she must be able to feel it while it is happening."
The following day, in order to make her twisted desires possibly come true, Claire began researching things that could knock Jane out temporarily. She looked into things like GHB and Rohypnol that could be put in a drink or her food. She also looked into how to get chloroform in order to return Jane to her bedroom afterwards. The information on the web said that Rohypnol was about 10 times as strong as Valium- very powerful indeed. The effects of a dose as small as 1 milligram, could last for 8 to 12 hours. So, putting it in a drink or food and timing it so they'd be alone for several hours after the meal seemed like what she would need to do, if she were going to act on these increasingly overwhelming urges.
After researching its effects and possible problems, Claire ordered about a dozen 1 mg pills of rohypnol on a dark web site and then ordered 100mL of chloroform from a sketchy online lab supply company. It would take a few days to get both, and she wanted to test the rohypnol on herself before drugging Jane- just to be on the safe side. Claire had already experimented with chloroform on herself in college, having snuck a small bottle of it out of her organic chemistry class, so she felt she already had some idea of what to expect, should she end up using that. With these decisions made, she began to get the stage set in the basement.
