WARNING -- this story is about extreme humiliation.
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Tubby was trying to Focus on making the bed. It was 11 pm, and Sir and Amy would be going to bed soon. Tubby was expected to make everything perfect for them. Every single night.
As Tubby fixed the pillows on Amys' side of the bed, she thought about the woman that was fucking the love of her life. Over a decade younger than Tubby, Amy was stunning with breasts that were somehow bigger and perkier than Tubbies at the same time; she had a toned body and, according to sir, a much tighter pussy. It wasn't just physical, though. Everyone got along with Amy, and Amy was sweet and lovely to everyone. Except for Tubby. Amy loved to humiliate Tubby. The name Tubby was Amy's idea. She thought it was an excellent way to keep Tubby humble. It made Tubby wet every time Amy and Sir used it.
Tubby heard Sir and Amy approaching the bedroom. Shit! She had gotten distracted and stopped working. Hopefully, everything was good enough, and Tubby wouldn't be punished. Tubby rushed to her corner and kneeled with her nose facing the corner. She was expected to wait there in case Sir and Amy wanted to use her. If they didn't use her, Tubby was expected to wait until both of them had fallen asleep, and then she was allowed to sneak out quietly and go to sleep on the couch. If one or both of them hadn't fallen asleep when Tubby left, then Tubby would be punished for selfishly going to sleep instead of being ready to amuse her betters. God forbid Tubby accidentally wake them up. She would never make that mistake again.
Sir and Amy both climbed into the bed. Tubby let out an internal sigh of relief. They hadn't noticed anything wrong. Tubby made sure she didn't sigh out loud. Amy considered it very inappropriate for a beta girl like Tubby to bother them without permission.
Sir and Amy started to kiss and cuddle and talk. Tubbies' hairy cunt started to get wet. Amy made a point of being intimate with her man in an emotional way. Not just physical. Amy was always cuddling and showing affection to sir. Amy wanted Tubby to know that she had taken the love of Tubbies' life emotionally as well as physically. Tubby hated this so much, but it always got her wet.
Tubby listened to them and desperately tried not to touch her gross hairy wet cunt. Sir used to let Tubby play with herself when he fucked better girls. Amy had decided it was a sign of selfishness on Tubbies' part. No matter how horny Tubby is, playing with herself just means Tubby is more concerned with her needs than Sir and Amys wants. Tubby was no longer allowed to cum without permission.
"I'm so proud of you. That promotion was so competitive. Getting it really shows how amazing you are," said sir. He used to be this supportive of Tubby. Before Tubby confessed how depraved she really was, it always drove Tubby crazy seeing Her love dote over someone else and knowing she begged for it.
They continued to talk, and Sir started to become assertive. He was clearly horny and wanted to experience Amy's amazing body.
"Sorry, hun. It's been a really long day at work. I'm not feeling it tonight," said Amy.
"All good. You have had a big one today," replied Sir. He would never be this understanding with Tubby. Even if Tubby was utterly exhausted, she was expected to do a good job satisfying her betters.
"Maybe you can just masturbate tonight," suggested Amy apologetically.
"Yea, I'll sort myself out. Let's just cuddle you to sleep first," said sir. Tubby couldn't believe that. Sir was going to masturbate instead of fucking Tubby. Tubby knew she could never compare to Amy, but surely she was at least worth a fuck. Tubby pulled her hand away from her crotch. The thought of being rejected like that had made her almost start to play with her pussy without even realizing it.
"Night, honey. Love you," said Amy.
"Love you too," replied Sir. Tubby always felt so jealous when the word love was used by them. It turned her on so much.
Tubby waited in silence for half an hour. It looked like she wasn't going to be used tonight. Neither of them had even acknowledged that she was in the room. Amy was asleep. Tubby just had to wait for Sir to masturbate and go to sleep before she could leave and get some sleep for herself.
Sir got out of the bed and walked towards Tubby. He grabbed her by the hair and started to drag her out of the room without saying anything.
That's when it occurred to Tubby. They considered fucking Tubby to be masturbating. It felt so humiliating!
Sir was not gentle as he pulled Tubby out of the room by her hair. Tubby tried her best to keep up with him; if they woke up, Amy Tubby would be punished even if the sound came from Sir.
Tubby was pulled into the living room and thrown on the floor. Sir stood over her
"Looks like I'm stuck with you bitch" he said with an angry glare
"Yes, Sir. Please let me serve you!" Tubby begged. Sir grabbed Tubby by the neck and pulled her up to eye level. He grabbed at her saggy tits. Groping and twisting them. It hurt so much
"I can't believe I'm stuck with these useless things. I was looking forward to fucking Amy," he said as he continued to hurt Tubby. Sir was understanding when Amy said she wasn't in the mood. He was clearly upset about it, and Tubby would pay for it.
"Yes, sir. I'm so sorry for my saggy tits," replied tubby. Sir gave her a cruel smile and twisted her right tit hard. Tubby let out a small gasp of pain.
"Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch" snapped Sir "are you trying to wake Amy up!" He scolded her. Sir was being louder than Tubbies gasp, but that didn't matter.
"I'm so sorry, sir. I don't want to disturb Miss Amy," said tubby meekly.
"You know she had a long day. Don't you care about her?" Pressed Sir. Tubby was expected to be up before both of them and to go to sleep after both of them. She always had a longer day than Amy. But that also didn't matter.
"I'm so sorry, Sir. I really care about Miss Amy getting enough rest," pleaded Tubby.
"Jealous lying bitch." Said sir and groped the other tit. Tubby suppressed any sounds. She wouldn't be given any credit for her effort. Not disturbing the woman who stole her man was the bare minimum expected of her
