The Carver: Daddy's Girl
Copyright© 2026 by A duck named TEF
Chapter 9
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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
They weren’t doing enough. No one was doing enough. No one understood the gravity of the situation as much as he. And yet he was the only one excluded from the situation room. He was told to go somewhere safe with his youngest daughter, far away from anywhere Everett might find them.
That monster had succeeded in throwing his life into chaos. The warden was not going to let that stand. As he stroked the strawberry-blond hair of his youngest daughter, his rage grew. He was the patriarch of the Gillock family. He had already lost one member of his family. He would die before he lost another. He was going to save his Mandy.
What did he know about Everett? He knew that the man was cunning, calculating, and patient. He knew that Everett never did anything impetuously. Even his conversations were measured. If only the warden had the recordings Mandy took, but the agents had confiscated those.
What else did he know about Everett? He needed something that would be beneficial in finding his daughter. Everett liked to taunt people. The note was most effective with that. The note. Lazlo. He’s a Lazlo. Jax was a hunter; he preferred this region. A plan began to form in his mind as he recalled that the war hero, Jax Lazlo, was the grandfather of Jester and also Everett Lazlo.
Jax was an avid hunter. He had a few cabins, one in each of his favorite hunting regions. If he had a cabin near this area... You’re mine. The warden gritted his teeth and gently tucked Demeter into a bed at Jovis’ flat. He tenderly kissed her forehead and went to the office space to search for anything on a possible hunting cabin.
Moonlight peeked through old, moth-eaten curtains, gently caressing all its rays touched. The sounds of the woods on a clear night quietly penetrated the cabin. In the bed, someone stirred.
Mandy woke up, confused about where she was to begin with. Then she looked to her side and saw Everett, lying on his back, looking incredibly innocent as he snored softly. She sighed, knowing that she shouldn’t really feel about him as she did, but unable to do anything about it. As they say, the heart wants what the heart wants,
As her eyes moved down the bed, less innocent was the tent being made by his morning woody. Having never really seen it properly, she was unable to resist lifting the covers. God, it was a magnificent member: so thickly veined that she could see his pulse making it tremble. Gently moving the covers away entirely, she leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his tight and shiny glans.
She froze as he grunted in his sleep, moving his legs apart just a little. Slowly, his breathing returned to its previous slow rhythm, and she licked along its length, adoring the way that he still tasted a little of her pussy. His cock twitched, and lifted off his belly, and she covered his knob with her lips.
Everett was more used to being woken up by the guards rattling their nightsticks on the door of his cell. Either that, or the noise of the horrific inmates in the adjoining cells hawking up the contents of their lungs or expelling hideous quantities of flatulence.
When he awoke to the sensation of a pair of soft lips, moving exquisitely up and down over the ridge below his glans, for the first time in his life, he began to wonder whether there might actually be a deity. Knowing that it was the warden’s formerly innocent daughter’s lips that were giving him such sublime pleasure, only heightened it further.
By reflex, he put his hands on her head, thinking to do what he normally did in this situation, and fuck the girl’s throat; he loved the feeling as it spasmed when they gagged. But something stopped him. Something that confused him, and he found himself just gently stroking her hair instead.
When Mandy felt his hands on her head, she automatically tensed. Several men in her past had tried to force themselves into her throat, which was something she had never been able to cope with. It wasn’t a problem with those who accepted her refusal, but a few had tried to carry on regardless. Those she bit; not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to make them reconsider. If they were very lucky, they got a hand job, but either way, she never saw any of them again. Bearing in mind Everett’s nature, she was a little surprised when he just fondly caressed her hair, and was grateful that she didn’t have to decide how to react to something more aggressive.
Once again, Everett’s discipline was sorely tested because the warden’s daughter was very, very skilled. While her lips delighted his corona, her tongue flickered over his frenulum, the most sensitive part of a man’s penis, although few of them know what it’s actually called. It was quite exquisite, as was her hand cupping and caressing his balls, and the other, expertly masturbating the base of his cock.
“You are a goddess,” he groaned.
“Mmrph-mmph mm-hmm nnn-gh, she tried to say, and then started giggling, the vibrations of which nearly sent him over the edge. Wanting it to last forever, he exerted every last bit of his self-control to pull back.
For long, glorious minutes, he teetered on that agonisingly wonderful brink, then her little finger strayed between the cheeks of his ass, and he felt his scrotum tighten and his cock swell as the pleasure became too great.
Mandy felt his reaction to her little finger teasing his butt hole, and slid it inside to the first knuckle. She would have grinned at the result if her mouth hadn’t been full of his cock, bucking wildly as he pumped it full of his lovely, salty essence.
“That was beautiful, my little jumping spider,” he said in an awed whisper, when the most intense and by far longest orgasm of his entire life finally subsided.
She looked up at him, an adorable, coy blush on her cheeks. “Why, thank you, Daddy,” she said, and Everett was completely taken aback. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up until they were nose to nose, looking deeply into her eyes, searching for any sign of mockery.
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