The Carver: Daddy's Girl
Copyright© 2026 by A duck named TEF
Chapter 6
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
She didn’t make a written note of the kidnapping; instead, she turned off the mic and recorder and leaned in closer, “Do you want me to hold off on those questions?” She wanted to spend as much time as she could interviewing him. As long as the agents didn’t have what they wanted, she would have access to these one-on-one sessions.
“If you would.”
She nodded and went to turn the mic and recorder back on when Everett stopped her.
“Before you turn those back on, your uniform-issued shoes, are they easy to slip off and on?” A toothy grin formed on her face as she caught the unspoken request. She slipped off a shoe and began to rub his leg.
Everett leaned back, and a sound almost like a moan escaped his lips. “Please continue.”
Mandy then turned the mic and recorder back on.
“How did you choose your victims, and why did you target them?” She could feel a growing bulge against her foot. She struggled to focus on the question, shocked at how well she could feel him through the fabric of her stocking and his uniform.
“Well, I mentioned the newscaster, while interviewing an astrophysicist, she said solar flares couldn’t possibly be more dangerous than an atom bomb*. Do you realise how absurd that is? That is scientifically inaccurate. She’s a newscaster; she should know better.”
“He referred to her in the present tense. She may still be alive,” Agent Vanderheyden said with a tentative hope in his voice while watching from the viewing room.
The other agent, Wigton, shook his head, “It’s been over a month, it would be a miracle if that were true.”
“Still, it shows that she was at least alive the last time he saw her.”
The warden was stiff with rage. He wanted nothing more than to end this little charade and lock Mandy up in the tallest tower he could find. Maybe even find a dragon to stand vigil. The father in him was furious.
The law enforcer in him knew that this really was the best chance they had at recovering the Representative’s son, dead or alive. Why did it have to be her, though? Why did he have to agree?! He grit his teeth and left the room. Better for everyone if he focused on more pressing work instead of his daughter.
“My murders were not sexually motivated if that’s the underlying question. I don’t have a need to dominate. Control, yes, but who doesn’t want the freedom to control their life?” He shifted his position slightly in the chair so she could move her foot higher.
“It’s a little warm in here,” he nonchalantly commented and pulled his uniform at his chest.
Mandy caught the hinted request. She brought a hand to her neck, where the first button was, but thought better of it: if she unbuttoned the top, it would open in a way that those behind her would see the collar opening. Instead, she started with unbuttoning the third and fourth, which was enough of an opening to see her lacey light blue bra and ample cleavage.
“Mm, I do appreciate those who are observant.” He licked his lips suggestively before continuing. “Another was, well, it was a group actually. Three young men decided that attacking someone significantly smaller than themselves proved they were ‘tough’. I never understood how attacking one weaker than yourself was strength. I prefer a challenge, that’s how you improve.”
“You took on three guys at once?” Mandy seemed to forget that she had a notebook to write her observations and anything else she thought important that the recorder didn’t pick up.
Instead, she stared in admiration at the man across the table while rubbing her nipple with one hand, tapping the pen with the other, and rubbing a foot lovingly against his confined erection. Everett caught himself stealing glances at her heaving chest and the outline of her hand while she toyed with herself.
It really was for the best that the warden had left for his office. The tension between the two in the interviewing room was easily felt by those in the viewing room.
“She’s actually pretty good at this, considering it’s her first time, and alone too.”
“That is if she realises she’s playing into his game.”
“Ah, how did you take control?” Keeping her voice at an even pitch was proving to be difficult when more of her focus was on her growing desire.
Leaning a little closer, he spoke in a lower voice, “Simple, really. A friendly smile, maybe an offer to help with something. The trick that always worked, however, was asking for a favor. People are quite willing to help you out, because then they think they have some type of leverage over you.”
Everett cast a glance past her, to the mirror, sporting that triumphant grin still. He noticed the reflection of the clock behind him. Time was running short, and it wouldn’t look good if Mandy were caught looking as she did then.
“Looks like our time is coming to an end for today, my little jumping spider.”
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