Elvira Horror (Patreon)

Hello girls and ghouls, it is your favorite mistress of horror, the ever dark and terrifying Elvira! Many a nights, I bring you the only kind of terror that haunts you all year round. Especially the ones that drive men to dread chills. The horrors that only a woman like myself could ever bring to the world. I am the best at that kind of job. Tonight though, is more special than most, seeing as it’s Halloween. My favorite kind of night for scaring men. That’s why I created a personal mansion of terror, all with just my bare hands. It didn’t take long to construct this mayhem mansion, and it didn’t take long to invite my guests. Coming in from the Brawn O Rama Gym, is 10 unwilling victims of the macab that is myself. They were invited under the belief that a woman such as I… would be into them.

All I had to do was strike a few poses, make sure my cleavage game was on point, which it always is, and write down a little message for them. ‘I need a real man in my life baby, are you that kinda hunk?’ Well, it’s true, I do need a bunch of real men. I just fear they don’t know what I want exactly. Let us begin this display of malevolence and pure raw female sexuality with the start of our adventure. For those wondering where I am, I’m hiding in the walls. With my personal go camera on my shoulder, my viewers will witness all that happen, and know what happens. So follow me, and let us have fun with our pitiful victims. As you can see, the first one to enter the library is a man known as Aaron Stone. You can tell by the fact he’s more than twice my size he’s a real hulk. That is what he thinks, of course. When he meets me though, he’ll realize what sissy he really is.

Look at him, he’s confused by why such a gorgeous woman is standing in front of him, appearing to be ready for an attack. All I have to do is get closer, and he starts sweating. I haven’t done anything, and he’s already afraid of me. He knows his place as prey, and mine as predator. Swing and a miss, I can tell he thinks throwing a punch could hurt me. Swing after swing, you can tell he’s not a fighter. No, this is a punch! Look at him sail, smashing right through the wall, and now the others can hear the bang. But I’m not done messing with muscles over here. No, I was really going to make this little wimp cry for mommy. I leaped on to the man and I must weigh so much, because I knocked the wind out of him and broke a rib or two. The poor man had no defense against my devastating torpedo attack. Just wrapping my slender thin arms around his head and shoving his head right between my large perky breasts. He must have been gasping for air, screaming the whole while and trying to push little old me off him. As you can see as his huge bowling ball biceps bulge and than deflate, he did as much effort as a snail could have.

When I felt his head soften, I let go and saw I left two large bumps on his head. Not that I minded, as I leaped into the air and grabbed the ceiling with my bare hands. I held on to place, making sure I would be away and hidden from the boys. I saw them all gather together, rats ready to be squashed under me as they squirmed together. So big, so muscular, so masculine, and yet when they saw the remains of their friend… they cowered. I could smell the fear off them. They had no idea what was in here, but now they knew they were being hunted. The men were looking around in fear, never looking up at all. Now the men broke into teams, telling each other they had to ‘save’ their damsel. The men really think I need saving from the big monster. Even worse, the men think THEY’LL be the ones to save me. It’s hard for me not to break into laughter and telling all of them at once that I’m not the one in danger, they are.

As I can see, the men heading to the kitchen were the ones I wanted to scare next. Perfect little spot for me to bring the true terror to all men. The men never expect a woman to be scary in a kitchen. The kind of place that these men believe we gals belong in. Oh how little the boys know. Following the men in the shadows was easy enough. The men were lumbering idiots, and didn’t really know how to hide. I could have been in their shadows for hours and they’d never have noticed me at all. I had no problem getting close to the three, as I could hear the men talk about me. I’d repeat what they were saying, but we try to be PG-13. Let’s just say they think they can pleasure me, but they never could. How could when men are so infamous clumsy, and so infamously weak. As was displayed when I finally got into the kitchen with them, letting the men get acclimated to the room.

The men grabbed a few weapons, knives and pans just in case of what was going on around them. The men really thought they were now safe from the predator. Me. How little the men knew what I was. I turned on all of the stoves, and let a full burst of flames go on. Illuminating myself there, the flames flickering behind me. The three men saw me, and what was once lust before, was now replaced with abject fear and terror. Almost as if they realized now how doomed they were. They outnumber me, they have weapons, and they’re much bigger than me. But they already know what’s going to happen to them when I want to do what I will with them. Especially when I put my hands on the blue flames, and snuffed them out with my fingers. It was no problem for me, but to the men, what I did was probably the single most terrifying thing they witnessed. How little the men knew, before I leaped in for my own kind of attack.

One that was more a human Hurricane than anything they could have ever fathomed. I moved through them as if they weren’t even there, delivering righteous fury at them. Oh they tried to fight back, as pitifully as they could. But knives dented on my flesh, metal pans hitting my body only tore through as if they were paper, and fists? Hah, their fists wishes they never hit my curves as I flattened them, instead of what they wanted to do to me. When I was done, I stood there with blood on my fists and lips. Never my own blood, and only theirs. I was a natural master predator, and I was still on the prowl for more of my prey.  The next group of men, would be in the armory that I had built. A bit bigger in the weapon compartment, and you know how boys are with their toys.

I made sure to sneak through the hallways as I heard the men bragging about how big and manly their guns were. They thought they had it all answered as they waved their automatic weapons that could fire Kevlar bursting bullets. I waited for them all to fully arm. I wanted to give them the best chance of a fair fight, before I destroyed that little delusion in their heads. This time, instead of sneaking up on them, I wanted them to know I was coming. In front of me, was a steel door that they double locked and prepared for in case the monster was close. If I wanted too, I could have broken down the door with one punch. That though was not enough horror. No, I just had to punch again and again, causing massive huge dents in the door. I could hear the terrified screams on the other side of the room, and the louder and shriller the scream, the better it was. The metal hinges on the door were ready to explode from the forces of my blow.

After throwing 6 punches that nearly crumpled the door, almost causing it to fall off the hinges and had huge dents in it, I finished it off. I bent down and blew a little kiss at the door. The door fell down hard just from the force of the wind, hitting the floor and the men screamed and opened fire. They were terrified of who destroyed the door. I wasn’t afraid of them one bit as one hand yanked out every bullet in the air. Over a hundred bullets coming at me with near lightning speed, and yet here I was removing single bullet from the air with just my knuckles. I gently waded towards the men as they kept on firing bullet after bullet, and the best part is they were finally seeing who was getting towards them. Not some disgusting large lumbering beast, but a curvy super babe.  As I approached the men, their fear for me was almost delicious. Exhilarating the whole time. Why I did what I did was for their screams and terror of who I was, and what I was. I was licking my lips the whole time as I got closer to the men, and with my free hand, I chopped. I cleaved their guns in two, and with the same hand, back handed the men. It was with more than enough force to break their jaws and make them hit the ground  a state of fear and pain. They couldn’t believe it. No one was that strong. No WOMAN was that strong. Yet I was so much stronger than they ever could believe. Now I just had to finish off my last prey.

He had gotten to the top floor of the gym, a personal gym I made. The man must have felt safe in his environment. A place for him that was more a home than his actual home. I made sure he heard the booming of my foot steps, pretending that I was an enlarged monster heading for him. Booming as I did, I know he went for the closest weight to him. Yet I knew, without entering the room, he would fail to lift it. He must be confused, and try harder and harder. Yet not even a budge. It was only when I kicked down the door, I saw who he was. Easily the biggest and strongest of the bunch, a muscle giant who looked like he benched 600 pounds. Yet with all his might, he was failing to budge what looked like a five pound weight. Something I had specially designed. I made sure he got a good look at the girls as I bent down to gently lift the weight off the floor. So soft in my hands, which made sense. It was just a mere five ton weight. Easily twirling it around my fingers, I headed towards something heavier. A 100 ton weight that resembled an average barbell, and with just one hand, hoisted it overhead. I pumped it up and down, with a speed and force that pushed him back.

He had no idea how heavy the weight was in my hand, but he knew it was heavier than I had ever lifted. When I set the little weight down, breaking the floor as I did, I gently but firmly began to twist the barbell in my hand around and snapping it apart. The only sound that was louder than that of breaking muscle, was his screams when I got closer to him with the mangled titanium in hand. All in all, this was a VERY fun show, and I enjoyed myself and the fears I brought men. The men themselves? Well what can I say… a girl has to bring her brand of horror and delights all years round, and the boys don’t complain. Why should they, when complaining annoys me?