“Penelope Stringer, please report to the principals office.” The Tannoy rang out twice across the campus.

With a sigh, the student got up. “Wonder what the old cow wants with me now…?”

She turned to the other two people in the room.

“I’ll be back soon, and I expect to see some improvements”, she said. She then spun on her heel and left, not waiting for a reply.

Lady Penelope Stringer, to give her her full title, was a Bonafide aristocrat, but also a terrible snob. As such, she considered everyone at the University beneath her, even the staff. She was only going there in the first place as mother had built it into the conditions of claiming her inheritance, feeling that she would be better with an Education…

With a sigh, she put her head round the principals office door. “You rang?”

“Ah, Miss Stringer”, said the principal, Professor Nicola Andrews. It really annoyed Penelope that no-one used her title. After all, she felt she had earned it! Still, Penelope didn’t want to antagonise her to much, so she deferred a bit to her.

“How can I help you, Ma’am?”, she asked.

“Come in, sit down”, Nicola said. Penelope did as she was told (for a change).

“I have had a very serious issue brought to my attention”, she said. “A complaint has been made about your behaviour, from not one but two parents.” She looked at the paperwork in front of her. “The complaints are relating to a Miss Mary Latimer and a Miss Cecelia Page.”

“Can’t say I know them”, said Penelope.

Nicola’s mood suddenly changed completely. With an expression bordering on rage, she said, “You might know them as S1 and S2…”

Penelope was a little surprised but recovered quickly. She reached into her bag and pulled out some documentation.

“Oh… you mean my pets!”, she said, to Nicola’s absolute amazement. “I was told I was allowed to bring my pets with me, as there were no staff available to care for them at home. I’ve got all the documentation with me, and it was agreed with the university.”

“Mary and Cecilia are not pets!”, Nicola suddenly shouted. “They are eighteen-year-old girls! How can you call them pets?”

“They forfeited their rights when I bought them”, explained Penelope. “My family paid all their families bills off, in return for them.”

“You mean they work for you.”

“No, I own them. They are my pets; I can do what I want with them, and they do anything I ask for me.”

Nicola couldn’t believe it. Penelope was being serious. She thought she owned the girls…

Penelope passed over copies of the paperwork. To Nicola’s amazement, everything was in order. The two girls, with legal representation, had signed all their rights away, including citizenship, in return for their family’s bills being paid. They were also registered as property of Lady Penelope Stringer, to use as she saw fit.

“I want to see them”, said Nicola. “I want to see that they aren’t being mistreated. I have the rights under the same rules as you are quoting here.”

“Certainly”, Penelope said. “I’d be glad to. When would you like to visit?”

“How about now?”, said Nicola, getting up.

The walk across the campus only took a few minutes, and the pair were soon at the student accommodation. Of course, Penelope’s was bigger than everybody else’s, somehow.

“Sleeping quarters for my pets”, she said, simply, as if that explained everything.

She unlocked the door and went back in.

“Girls! I’m home!”, she called.

To Nicola’s absolute astonishment, two naked, collared 18-year-olds came bounding out of an adjoining room, nearly knocking Penelope over. She laughed and hugged both of them; they smiled and started rubbing themselves against her.

“Girls, this is Nicola. She runs everything here. Make her welcome, but gently. She’s not used to you yet.”

The two girls came over and started sniffing Nicola all over. They were behaving just like a pair of large dogs. Nicola squeaked as they both suddenly kissed her, then bounced away back to their room. As they did, Nicola saw how beautiful they both were; their hair shone, and their skin was completely blemish free. Apart from the obvious of them being pets, you definitely could say that they weren’t being mistreated.

“See”, said Penelope, with a shrug, “My pets. They are both happy and well cared for. They get regularly fed and exercised on a wheel in their room. They don’t mind staying in; I tried to take them both out once when it was dark and no-one else was around and they got outside the door then rushed back in and hid in their baskets. It took me ages to calm them down, so I didn’t try it again.”

“Do you want to see their room?”, Penelope asked. “Surely that’s part of the inspection.”

Nicola nodded and the pair walked through.

In the other room, there was a full-size exercise wheel, various toys scattered all over the place, and two baskets, in which the girls were curled up, sleeping. There was also bowls of food and water.

“In case you’re wondering”, Penelope said, “we all share the same toilet. I’m not a monster.”

“What was the supposed complaint about, by the way?”, Penelope asked.

“The parents were worried that they hadn’t heard from them”, said Nicola. “Also, it was something to do with diet.”

“Damn!”, cried Penelope, waking both the girls. They both looked up worriedly. They didn’t like it when Penelope was upset…

“I forgot to bring their food!”, she said. “Also…”, she said, looking at the girls, “you two have been enjoying it away from home way too much! You’ve never written. Why? Yes, you have permission to speak.”

“Nothing to say”, both girls said, in unison. “We’re enjoying ourselves here”, said S1 (Mary). “That’s why they want us to use their food”, said S2 (Cecelia). “It’s got a suppressor for the sexual drive in it. You see, we’re a lesbian couple. Being here is the happiest we’ve ever been, constantly in each other’s company and having Penelope to take care of us. We couldn’t want for anything more.”

“Oh…”, said Penelope, with a smile. “So that’s why the sex has been incredible…!”

“Yep!”, the girls said, in unison.

“So, the complaint is just ‘sour grapes’ from the parents”, said Nicola. “I’ll tell you what; if you, Penelope, agree you’ve made a mistake, and go and collect a supply of the food, all you have to do is get these two to write to their parents. I know…”

“Listen closely, you two”, she said. “If you don’t start writing home, email or post, whichever you prefer, I’ll get Penelope to actually feed you the food she’s collecting. That will put a damper on your love life…”

The girls gulped, then agreed straight away.

Then Nicola said something strange.

“Go and get that food now, Penelope. I’ll keep the girls company while you’re gone…”

Penelope left. Nicola turned round to the girls.

“You owe me, now. Let’s see how good you two are at paying your debts…”

The two girls advanced on Nicola, pushing her back toward the bed…