All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
"Yes ... they didn't rob her. They only took Cora." Winifred had two of her robot bodies in the living room. One was hugging the sobbing Penelope, the other stood before a screen talking to Felix. Unfortunately, the twelve-minute delay was making communication difficult with her master. "She's back home with us now. Your wife is safe. My original question remains, Felix, do I send word to the constables? If this is related to something from your work, or something else that we might need to keep quiet, I won't involve the authorities. But if it's not, I would like their help."
"I ... um ... oh ... receiving your second message now," Felix said more than a dozen minutes ago from his secret location somewhere else in the solar system.
The room was quite loud, with Theodore talking to Victoria on another screen and Penelope wailing. But such things didn't break Winifred's concentration. Winifred ignored the interruption. "The constabulary have warrants and sanctions that give it access to surveillance I cannot see. I have tried sweet talking some of the household and business AIs in the area, but they have not been helpful. I received only one brief capture of the assailants exiting the park. I'm sending it with this message." Winifred pressed the button to indicate she was done talking for the moment. She continued with all her other myriad tasks while she waited.
"Can I talk to your mother? I can hear her crying. It's breaking my heart." Victoria wore a brown bodice and skirts. She frowned at the screen.
"My mother? What about Cora?" Theodore frowned back at her.
"Well ... I can't talk to Cora. That's the problem." Victoria scrunched up her face like what he'd said was in bad taste. "I would like to console your mother. She doesn't have many friends."
Penelope heard that and sobbed louder for it. It was true. One of her only friends on Earth, or anywhere else in the galaxy, had vanished. A sweet, loyal dog.
"Mom's busy crying. You can talk to her later." Theodore glanced at his mother. She was a mess.
"I have to step away for a minute, Freddie." Felix got up and left his screen.
"Ms. Benington?" Winifred's robot that had been at Felix's screen, ambled over to Victoria's screen. "I think it best if you said goodbye to Theodore for now. If you want to do something nice for Penelope, perhaps a warm-hearted missive would fit the moment well."
"Yes, of course. I don't mean to be a bother." Victoria nodded at Winifred. "Let me know if there is anything else I can do to help. I love you, Teddy." She blew a kiss to her boyfriend.
"I love you, too." As Theodore said the words, he found he couldn't look Victoria in the eyes. "Talk soon." He cut the connection.
"I'm back." Felix said on his screen. And indeed, he was. He was sitting with his hands clasped and leaning toward the screen. "Teddy? While I'm waiting for the next message, I wanted to say a few words to you. Freddie, can you put Teddy on?" The message paused.
"Your father wishes to speak to you." Winifred pulled Theodore over to the screen.
"Dad, I -" Theodore was silenced by one of Winifred's cool fingers on his lips.
"I know things are chaotic here, but remember that the delay means he can't hear you." Winifred pressed the button to continue the message.
Theodore nodded and watched the screen. He studied his father's face. He saw strain and worry there. His father was so often above the fray, but it seemed this was getting to him.
"I will send a message to your mother in a few moments. I understand the difficulties you're having letting her back into your life. But please, for my sake, show her kindness now." Felix leaned even closer to the screen.
"Dad ... I ..." Theodore didn't know what to feel. Guilt, anger, jealousy, rage, worry, loss ... his mind was too crowded. So, he focused on Cora. He focused on the men who had taken her. Rage moved to the fore.
"Your mother has always loved us. But she hasn't always needed us. She needs us now," Felix said. "Your mother was in a delicate state before this assault. I fear for her well-being. You must care for her as a loyal son. And, you must help Winifred find and punish whoever did this. A duel might be the most honorable resolution, but it might not be the most efficient. My work here is difficult and sensitive. In the future, I may not be able to give you advice in time for it to be useful. So, here is my advice now. Go forth with all the love you can muster for your family and all the fire that burns for those that did this horrible crime. Act swiftly and justly. Be a man, and I will be proud of you." The light flashed, showing that he was done talking.
Theodore nodded his head. He walked over to where his mother and the copy of Winifred were sitting on the sofa. His mother was shuddering with sobs. He sat down next to her, on the opposite side from Winifred. His body was tense and stiff. He pushed through his discomfort. "I'm here, Mom." Awkwardly, he put his arm around her shoulders, careful to avoid staring at the swell of her bosom under her bodice. Winifred removed her arm, making room for him. Theodore made eye contact with the robot and nodded. "You're safe, Mom. You're safe with us." He shivered. It wasn't that long ago that she had been soothing him with her breast. And in that brief moment, she had made him feel safe and loved. He couldn't deny it. Now, he was trying to return the favor. But with less tits and cum. He shivered again. "We'll get those fucks, Mom. We'll rescue Cora, and we'll make them pay."
Penelope's sobbing died down. She leaned her head against her son's shoulder, soaking his shirt with her tears. Despite the terror of the last few hours, a calm warmth spread through her. Theodore did love her. She had found it only in glimpses, but it was there. She let out a long, shuddering breath. He was strong and solid, and he was hers. She had to catch her hands before they crept onto his belly and thighs, but catch them she did. She was in control. Perhaps as they forged a new relationship, the mania that had overtaken them would fade, and they could have a normal relationship. The thought of that caused her palms to sweat and vagina to thrum.
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It was a difficult back and forth, but Felix directed Winifred not to involve the constabulary. But she was to do all she could to retrieve Cora. He authorized payment of a hefty ransom, should it come to that. He also specifically named the assailants as men seeking physical harm to the Nisha family, which removed any constraints Winifred had against violence toward the men. This was a bold move, but Felix could see it needed to be done. Any harm to others could be smoothed over after the fact. But he wouldn't risk his loved ones. He would not lose his family again.
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"Cora and I ... usually take this trail." Penelope walked side by side with Theodore in the park. She glanced over her shoulder. Winifred was behind them, following about thirty feet back. She was there to ensure their safety, but it felt to Penelope like having a chaperone. And why shouldn't she have a chaperone? Sure, she was forty-two years old, but she was also hornier than a teenage guy. Which was saying something. And her son was indeed a teenage guy. So, it was probably best they weren't left to their own devices. She didn't want to end up giving him oral sex on a park bench.
"Which way did they take her?" Theodore looked around at the scene, as if deciphering clues. He knew that's what Winifred was doing. But he wanted to be helpful, too. Or at least feel helpful.
"This way." Penelope turned across the lawn, heading to the exit where her assailants had fled. She tried to smile at her son and found she couldn't. His face was all furrows as he glanced at her. She supposed they didn't need a chaperone after all. Having one's heart ripped out when hoodlums stole your sweet, little friend dampened the mood. "I chased them ... over here." She held her bosom firmly, lifted her skirts, and jogged as she had done during the attack. She flew over the green and out onto city streets. She continued on several blocks and stopped. Her son and Winifred were far behind her. She put her hands on her knees and panted while waiting for them to catch up.
"Wow ... Mom ... you're fast." Theodore slowed his jog as he approached her. He wasn't in baseball shape at the moment. Even so, he'd always been able to run. At least she looked winded, too. And her face had a sheen of sweat, caught by the setting sun. "So ... what happened here?"
