Disclaimer: War Of The Worlds belongs to Paramount Pictures, Dreamworks SKG,
Amblin Entertainment, Cruise/Wagner Productions and Mister H.G. Wells. This
story is not-for-profit, but I own it.

Date: 05/16/2006

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Male/female sex, strong language

Category: Het

Pairing: Robbie Ferrier/f

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: After he gets himself seperated from his father and little sister,
Robbie Ferrier rescues a beautiful female U.S. Army trooper from the danger
zone and carries her all the way to a abandoned mansion.

Other Notes: This story takes place in-between some scenes in the movie
directed by Steven Speilberg and is a birthday gift for Tori Spelling, who
was born on May 16th, 1973.

Dedication: Happy 33rd Birthday to Tori Spelling! -- ATK 2006

War Of The Worlds: Safehouse
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

It was on the 16th day of May that my mother named Mary Ann had left a
troubled teen-ager named Robbie Ferrier -- who happens to be yours truly --
and my little sister, Rachel at the home of our father, Ray Ferrier and left
to go have some alone-time with her new lover.

Of course, that was before a sudden storm had appeared from out of nowhere
and brought some sinister alien invasion force to our very planet Earth to
perform its evil task of destroying our defenses with their lazer-beams of
intense heat and sucking the blood out of our bodies.

That had caused the three of us to cram ourselves into the nearest car that
we were able to get our hands on and haul our collective asses out of there
before those E.T.s from hell were able to reach our home and zap the living
shit out of us with their heat-rays.

Anyway, as soon as we had high-tailed it away from the danger-zone, the three
of us had thought that we were all safe from those mechanical monsters, only
to have them keep on chasing us at every turn and cause us to lose a good
friend in the process.

Just then, after we had gotten ourselves to a road next to an open-field
with some other refugees, Ray, Rachel and I had noticed that some U.S. Army
soilders and heavily-armed helicopters had started firing at those alien
tri-pods with the hopes that they would be able to succeed where the other
troops had failed.

Of course, Ray had tried as hard as he had possibly could to stop me from
going over to the scene of the battle, but I was being way too curious to
listen to him and had started racing towards the scene of the battle, only
to have someone grab me by the ankle and say in a sad-puppy-ish voice,
"Help me! For the sake of God, please help me!"

That had caused me to look down at the person who was making that plea and
noticed it was one of those U.S. Army soilders who had looked more like
someone who should allow herself to win a Tori Spelling look-a-like contest,
instead of going to war against alien invaders from outer space.

Anyway, after I had looked around and discovered that those alien
war-machines were about to turn their heat-rays on us after they were through
with the other Army troopers, I had lifted that poor babe up into my arms and
started running as fast as my own legs could carry the both of us away from
the warzone.

And after I had ran the both of us about a few hundred yards away from the
alien monsters, I had stopped to catch my breath and looked up to notice that
I had stopped in front of a house that had looked like it had belonged to
some Donald Trump type-of-guy.

And so, after I had kicked open the door and carried the trooper-babe into
the house, I had looked around to make sure that the whole place was totally
deserted before I had carried her up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms,
where I had laid her down on the bed, sat myself down next to her and asked,
"Are you feeling okay now?I just want to know."

And after she had looked around and noticed that I had placed the both of us
in a newly-found safehouse, the trooper-babe had closed his eyes and let out
a sigh of relief just before she had looked at me, allowed a single tear to
run down her cheek and answer, "Yes, I'm beginning to feel much better now.
I'm so grateful to you for getting me out of there. By the way, I'm Corporal
Jill Delaney. May I ask what your name is?"

"My name is Robbie Ferrier and I'm glad that I was in the neighborhood to
rescue such a beautiful damsel in distress," I had answered Jill's question
just before I had gently wiped the tears from her face and the both of us had
looked at each other's eyes and kissed each other ever so passionately on the

That was before we had stripped off all of our clothes and I had started
licking all over her bare-ass naked body -- all the way down to her hot, wet
pussy and carressing her firm breasts, causing Jill to slowly lick her lips,
place her hands on my bare shoulders and say, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's
it! Do it, Robbie! Touch me! Touch me there! Suck my wet pussy dry!

And then, after I had turned myself around and allowed Jill to start sucking
on my stiff cock, I had suddenly realized that I was experiencing something
that I had never experienced with such a beautiful Tori Spelling-type babe
before, for I was experiencing pure and untamed erotica...and enjoying every
minute of it.

Just then, after I had placed my stone hard dick inside her asshole and used
each of my hands to carress both her tits and snatch, a sexually-energized
Jill had placed one of her hands on my bare shoulder and the other hand on my
bare arm and yelled at the top of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT!DO IT,

And then, after the both of us had started moving ourselves harder and faster
and our lovemaking has finally landed on the last planet in the known cosmos,
both Jill and I had came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep with
our naked arms in a lover's embrace.

Just then, on the very next day, both Jill and I had stepped out of the house
and looked around to see if there were no alien nasties around before we had
started walking away from the place that had became our first safehouse and
heading towards a nearby road.

And after we had reached that road and began to walk on it, I had looked at
Jill, took a deep breath and asked, "So, if you do find your husband and he
asks you about whatever happened to you, what are you going to tell him?"

That had caused Jill to let out a sigh, turn towards me with a friendly smile
on her lips and answer, "Oooohhhh, I do believe that I'm going to look at
Peter straight in the eye and tell him that I had kept on thinking of him and
hoping that we would be back together soon...and that would be it."

Just then, after we had reached an intersection, the both of us had looked
and smiled at each other for about a minute or two and gave each other a big
hug just before she had gone one way and I had gone the other.

And of course, even though I was so glad to be reunited with Rachel and both
of our parents, my heart would also be with the one woman who I had rescued
from those deadly alien tri-pods and had one hell of a sexual eperience with
inside our first safehouse...a woman named Corporal Jill Delaney.



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