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.
Claire began to make preparations as if she were fully intending to follow through on her scheme, although she still had moments of doubt about whether she should. She began by making sure the old weight bench in the basement was firmly assembled and then added some padding with old fiberfill pillows that had accumulated after upgrading their household bedding to the parts where Jane's feet would rest, as well as where her shins would be wrapped to hold her thighs open. She moved the bench away from the wall to allow unimpeded access all around, but not enough to draw Jane's or her husband's attention by being out of place (not that he ever spent much time in the laundry room).
For the gag, Clarissa got a nice soft stress relief ball that she thought would not be too big to have in the girl's mouth, for both comfort and safety's sake. She had to estimate the proper size based on how big it was compared to her own mouth, as well as that of her husband, who used to play tie up and gag games when they were first courting. An old discarded soft white woolen scarf that could go twice around Jane's head was left on a shelf within arm's reach to tie over her mouth and hold the gag in place when the time came.
Next to that she left a large silk scarf for blindfolding her. This was so important- she could not allow Jane any notion of it being her that was doing all that she planned to the girl, but she wanted it to feel comfortable on Jane as well. After that, she set a spool of soft, silky synthetic white rope conveniently alongside the bench that she could use to bind the girl's wrists together and then to the base of the weight at the end that her head would be. Claire also placed on the nearby shelf a two and a half foot wide roll of cellophane packing wrap that she would use to snugly bind her torso to the backboard of the weight bench and Jane's shins to the uprights to keep her thighs open. Lastly, Claire made sure a surge protector was plugged in and within easy reach, so she could plug in one of the things she meant to use to awaken the lust in her stepdaughter she so hoped was there. No, she was sure, if given half a chance to be freed, that similar feelings would bubble up like a pot of grits overboiling on the stove.
Prior to this moment, it had never occurred to Claire that Jane might desire making love just as much as she did, although there were times when she could swear the girl's nipples were poking through the fabric of her PJs or light camisole top when it wasn't cold at all. She knew Jane was masturbating at this point in her life because there were times when she would pass by her room and hear what could only be the quiet moans of ecstasy. Several of those times, she would pause, lean her back against the wall for support, and listen to those sounds coming from behind Jane's closed door.
Throughout the weeks of preparation and awaiting the arrival of the sedatives, Claire swung wildly between crushing guilt and renewed desire. She couldn't tell if Jane or her husband were picking up on the turmoil within her, but with each mood swing, her lust always rose to a level above what it had been before the mood dip. It was on one of those days where her desire was at its height that the FedEx truck dropped off a sealed bubble package containing the rohypnol tablets. Claire figured she had several hours that she didn't have to be getting anything done, so she set about doing the test run on herself. Going up to the empty guest room she sat down on the bed and set her materials on the nightstand. She figured her slightly larger weight would require more of the drug to achieve the same effect, so she set her phone's stopwatch and then set up the video on her laptop with a timestamp before drinking down a warm latte containing half of a ground up 1 mg tablet and sitting down on the edge of the guest bed.
