An unexpected master

When I came to and opened my eyes, I wasn’t anywhere I recognized. I sat on a comfortable chair in a large room, nicely decorated with pictures on the walls, curtains for the windows and a fluffy carpet on the ground. The décor was… feminine? Not that I had seen the living rooms of many humans, but this was the impression I had. I sniffed the air. Indeed, an adult human female was living here.

Just then, the door at the other side of the room opened and through it stepped the female the scent belonged to. Seeing that I was awake, she stopped in her tracks. And who could blame her? Tied up as I was, I didn’t pose any real danger, but my appearance surely suggested the contrary.

I was a male tiger demi, and a rather feral one at that. About 7 feet (2,10 m) tall and 300 pounds (136 kg) of pure muscles, not a gram of fat on me, I was a real beast. In my mouth, I had sharp teeth complemented by four particularly mean fangs in my mouth and a long feline tongue, covered in the sharp spikes that were typical for a tiger. On my head I had the fine ears of a tiger and a long, prehensile tail sprung forth from just above my buttocks. Though not visible, my strong fingers hid sharp, retractable claws, ready to tear anything apart. My feral nature was evident mostly in the light red and black striped tiger fur on my back and my limbs, with my hair matching the colour. Only my front was free from it, instead showing off my enormous pecs and hard six-pack.

Below my belly swung my enormous cock. It was a real bitchbreaker, 12 inches (30 cm) long and 3 inches (7,5 cm) wide, covered in smooth skin with no real distinction between head and shaft. Spread out over the entire length, there were thick, fleshy barbs that could provide **** stimulation during penetration, outright painful if I wasn’t extra careful. But the most outstanding part was the thick knot at its base, a good 5 inch (12.5 cm) in diameter when it was fully swollen. It was the only part that had been altered artificially after my brith, tigers normally didn't have one.

I had always wondered why the humans created me this way: Normally, they were prone to making small, dainty demi-girls with narrow, sloping shoulders, wide hips, narrow waists, and big, heavy breasts. They even went so far as to remove any potentially dangerous traits such as claws or fangs. But I was the exact opposite of that, I was tall and broadly built, with dangerous fangs and claws. Even my cock was a tool of domination, designed to bring as much pain as pleasure.

And I could feel the urges that such equipment brought with it. I had mated with numerous demi-girls before, mostly against their will. It was done for both breeding purposes and as a punishment for them. They were always afraid when they saw me, even more so when they saw my dick. As I was no human, they would not be tied down for me and able to resist.

But it mattered little. To me, they were nothing but helpless prey.