The Carver: Daddy's Girl
Copyright© 2026 by A duck named TEF
Chapter 11
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Everett Dickinson, aka The Carver, could see numerous possibilities in being interviewed by a young psych student. To the serial killer’s delight not only does it turn out to be a she, but she is actually the warden's daughter. Aware as he is that some members of the fairer sex are drawn to men like himself, the idea that he might seduce her is too delicious for words. Who knows, she might even prove useful in his plans to escape.
Caution: This Thriller Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Rough Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Slow Violence
After a rather intense shower and humble breakfast, Everett took Mandy around the property, giving her a proper tour of the hunting cabin his grandfather had used decades ago. He told her about the few stories his father had told him about the place, and how he had come to use it as his base of operations. What he didn’t tell her was that it was property under the name of ‘Lazlo’.
“Would you like to learn about wood carving? I was planning a rat for the politician’s son.” He spoke so tenderly as he held her hand and eyed the pile of wood stacked against the side wall of the cabin.
Mandy nodded eagerly. She never thought of carving as a hobby until she learned about The Carver in the news. She admired the carvings he had left on his victims; the craftsmanship of the little wooden trinkets was impressive.
The eagerness of this lovely young thing spurred a strange feeling deep within him. Everett hadn’t felt this in years; it was almost frightening. How could something so small and adorable be the cause of such fear? He didn’t easily understand matters of the heart, or emotions in general, but he knew he was never going to let her go. She was his and his alone.
He fetched his tools and found a cut-resistant glove small enough for Mandy. The two brought the tools and materials into the kitchen, laying them all out on the table. Mandy took a seat, and Everett stood behind her to better show her the basics. As she made her first stroke, the blade slipped from her fingers in such a way as to slice her palm.
“Shit!” she cursed and jerked her hand back.
Everett knelt by her, taking her hand and licking the blood from her palm. “Mmm.” It was an automatic response to something he found so delightful. He suckled along the slice, lapping up the bleeding. “You taste incredible, every bit of you.”
The action caused Mandy to tremble. The eroticism of him licking her blood, the feeling of his tongue and lips on her flesh, was causing that warmth within her to ignite again. She felt like she would faint when he looked deep into her eyes, her hand at his mouth, and her blood on his lips.
“Wait here.” His voice was a low rumble that seemed to echo in her chest.
When he came back, he had a first aid kit. Not quite what she was expecting him to return with, not that she really knew what that was. She watched him as he gently tended to her wounded palm, cleaning and dressing it. The whole time, she couldn’t help but smile and feel like the luckiest young woman in the world to be in the company of such a caring and attentive lover. She completely forgot about the world around him, about his true nature as a notorious killer.
Something in him stirred. The taste of her blood filled his senses and fueled a desire for something more: a hunger for violence that he usually kept buried. Everett prided himself on his self-control. Too many men before him had ruined their lives due to an oversight caused by some passionate release. He couldn’t deny this growing need: it was part of his genetics.
Mandy felt a sudden shift in his mood, regarding Everett as he lingered with her hand up to his lips. She began to feel a growing sense of fear rising in her. She trusted him, though; he had been so gentle, so kind with her up to now. He wouldn’t suddenly turn on her, would he?
“You said you love me?” Everett looked into her eyes; those dark gray eyes of his were so cold they seemed to freeze her on the spot.
“Y-yes, I do, I did, I do, I love you.” Her voice was weaker, unsteady, more unsure than normal, but she did love him, right? Her heart sped up, this time with a growing sense of trepidation. Something was off about him, at least, off in a way that she hadn’t felt from him before.
Everett slowly stood, pulling Mandy up with him, “I want you to know every part of me, as I desire every bit of you. You’re mine completely.” Pulling her in closer, he kissed her forehead. “This will hurt. Feel free to scratch and bite; you’ll like the part of the victim, it’s part of who you are.” He forced her down on the table and swiped away the tools that had been on it. Her blood had acted as a catalyst for a primal need within him. “You have a need to be dominated, to feel the built-up aggression only your Daddy can satisfy.”
Her chest rose and fell quickly, her eyes wide as she watched him standing over her. There seemed to be a wild lust in his gaze and darkness in his very energy she had never felt from anyone before. It was terrifying, yet within some dark recess of her mind, she craved the violence promised by that look.
The fear with which she regarded him further ignited that primal urge within him. He could see her trembling, and he grinned almost maniacally. She really was so adorable. So innocent. So naïve. Unceremoniously, he practically ripped her clothing off, tearing buttons and fabric alike, and tossing them to the side, before quickly removing his own.
This side of him was terrifying, in stark contrast to the gentleness he’d treated her with before. Mandy felt her heart rate spiking, her eyes narrowing, and sweat beading on her forehead and chest. That wild, hungry look in his eyes, though, caused desire to surge within her as well. Part of her wanted him to ravage her like an animal, the other part of her was more frightened than she had ever been.
He grabbed her under the knees and dragged her roughly down the table until her ass was balanced on the edge, and then spread them so wide that it hurt. There was no foreplay; he just rammed his cock fully inside her in one hard, brutal thrust. She was amazed that he didn’t tear anything, such was the violence of the stroke. It was only when he pulled out and then impaled her viciously again that she realized how wet his terrifying behaviour had made her. Three more times, he apparently tried to fuck the very life out of her, so hard that the kitchen table was being driven across the room.
Just as he saw that she was beginning to relax, and maybe even start to enjoy his attack, Everett seized her neck in one hand and secured both her wrists in the other. He didn’t strangle her immediately, just squeezed enough to cause her to feel in anticipation that his grip could tighten. He knew how to choke in a way to intensify the sexual experience. He would get her close enough to a blackout, but before she lost consciousness entirely, he would slap her, hard, across the cheek.
She was surprised at the sudden grip on her neck. No one had ever held her down like that, even when things had gotten really hot and heavy. The closest she could relate this to was when someone had tried to force themself down her throat, and even then she was able to fend them off. Like this? Under such an intimidating man? No, this wasn’t the man; this was the monster. As scared as she felt, there was something else. Never before had she felt so alive. She gripped his sides, nails digging into him, scraping and biting into his flesh.
While he had her pinned down, he grabbed her right breast, stretching it to its limit as he pulled it to his mouth, before biting on her nipple, hard enough to taste a little iron-rich blood. Feeling her vagina tighten around him, her back arching up, and hearing her choked moan, it was an ecstasy he had felt with only one other woman: Cherish. He had to stop himself from saying her name out loud, but he was no longer with that woman; he was with Mandy, his little jumping spider.
The edges of her vision began to darken, and her head began to feel fuzzy. A part of her knew that she was quite literally dying by the hand of this beast atop her, and it felt incredible. More incredible still was the way her body loved it, the muscles of her pussy pulsating around his rock-hard member, actually tantalizingly close to climax. She was fully prepared to welcome the sweet embrace of death if this was how she’d go. Before she completely slipped away, she felt the sting of a slap across her face. It left the distinctive metallic taste of blood in her mouth. Eyes wide once more, she stared up at Everett, intense fear filling her again.