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FanFic
The Richard Dawson Experience
Last UpDated: 16 August 2001.
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Story Copyright © 2001. Rhonda "StuntChick36" Inc., All Rights Reserved.
HOGAN'S HEROES
LAST OF THE RED HOT BOMBS
Setting: action happens in and around Stalag 13 and at a German buzz bomb plant. The story takes place some time after "Things that go BANG in the night."
It seems like a normal Wednesday morning at Stalag 13. The sun is shining on this beautifully crisp spring day. The prisoners are outside, some doing their work detail, some playing sports, and others helping to win the war for the Allies.
Colonel Hogan and some of his men are gathered outside their barracks, taking in the fresh air. It's a welcome switch from the damp and musty quarters. Carter and LeBeau have decided to hang their bedding out on the makeshift clothesline outside.
Freddie, Newkirk's "girl next door," is outside her private quarters, sitting on a crate, smoking a cigarette. He sees her outside and calls her over.
"Hey Freddie!" he yells, "Come on over!"
She looks up and smiles. Then she stands up and walks casually over to where the boys are.
"What is it, corporal?" she says with false anger. "Couldn't you see that I was enjoying the silence?
"Sorry. But I couldn't see you from over there," he says with a twinkle in his eye.
Carter chimes in, knowing nothing of their conversation. "Maybe you better have your eyes checked. I could see her fine from-"
"Shut up, Andrew," interrupts Newkirk.
Kinchloe emerges from within the barracks. "Message from London, Colonel. They got another job for us."
"This soon?" asks Hogan. "We just decimated a fuel refinery three weeks ago. Don't we ever get a break?"
Everyone, including Freddie, heads inside the barracks. They adjourn to the tunnel for a meeting.
"Ok, Kinch. What do they want us to do?" asks Hogan.
"There is an old shoe factory about five miles outside of Hammelberg. The Allies suspect that it's been converted into buzz bomb plant. They gave us some re-con photos of the area," reports Kinchloe.
Hogan takes the photo and looks at it. Once he's done with it, he passes it on to be looked at by everyone else.
"What do they want us to do with it?" asks Hogan.
Kinchloe continues, "They want us to destroy the plant. Plain and simple."
Hogan looks around at the faces staring back at him. He lets out a sigh. "Ok. Let's get to work."
Freddie and LeBeau have spent all next morning preparing supplies for the upcoming mission. They have earned themselves a five minute break and use the time to go outside. Newkirk comes out of the barracks and sits next to Freddie, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"How's my favorite girl doin' this mornin'?" he asks with a smile.
She grins back and jokes, "Fine until you showed up."
LeBeau laughs as Newkirk throws his hands up in the air. "You know, I try to be nice-"
Freddie turns his face towards hers. "Oh, shut up." She plants a big kiss on his mouth. When she lets him go, he sits back and smiles. Then he puts a hand on her shoulder. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
As she stands up, so does he. He walks next to her, putting an arm around her shoulder. "Do you feel up to goin' out tonight?"
This question comes completely out of left field. "You mean Friday," she says, "Why wouldn't I?"
"No," he clarifies, "that's not what I meant. I know you're always ready to fight. I mean... do you feel like goin' out tonight?"
She stops. "Where would we be going?"
"Oh, I don't know," he admits. "Maybe we can go to a quiet little restaurant. Just the two of us."
She laughs. "I'll think about it."
"Let me know at lunch, ok?" he says. He leans over and gives her another little kiss on the cheek.
Lunchtime finds the prisoners sitting in their own cliques. Hogan and his men all sit together, while Freddie sits with the crew she was captured with. Despite the surroundings and lack of decent food, she seems to be engaged in a friendly conversation with a couple of young RAF airmen. It appears that she is telling them a funny story, making the men laugh rather loudly. This, of course, gets Newkirk's attention. He looks over and sees Freddie in the middle of a large group of men. He excuses himself from the table and goes over to Freddie.
"Freddie-"
"Hold on, corporal," says an RAF staff sergeant. "Can't you see she's in the middle of a conversation? Beat it."
"Sorry sir, but-"
"Didn't you hear anything I just said? Go back to your bloody table!"
The loud voice makes Freddie stop in the middle of her sentence. "Sergeant, if you talk to the corporal like that again, I'll personally take your stripes off."
The sergeant says nothing, just keeps staring at Newkirk.
"Sit down, sergeant, before I make it so you can't," she demands.
The staff sergeant, keeping his eyes on Newkirk, slowly sits down and turns around.
"Yes, corporal. What is it?" she says with a smile. He shakes his head in disbelief as he leads her out the door.
"I don't get it. He outranked both of us and you made him sit and obey like a dog," says Newkirk, still confused.
"Sex is more powerful than you think. Anyway, what's on your mind?" she asks.
"About tonight," he asks hopefully, "do you want to go?"
She stops walking and takes his hands in hers. "Yeah. Sounds like fun."
Later that night, Newkirk and Freddie sneak out of the emergency tunnel. Nobody, not even Hogan, knows they have gone out.
Once they have reached the hotel, they find a quiet table in the corner of the lounge. Both of them are taking mental notes about the layout of the building, but they forget about business once the champagne arrives. They drink the whole bottle over the course of two hours of pleasant conversation.
"So. You nervous about tomorrow night?" asks Freddie.
"No," answers Newkirk, "I've done this before. But you'll be their to pull my rear end out of the fire incase I screw up."
"Well it's such a nice rear end," she says jokingly, "I'd hate to see it burn."
A smile slowly runs across Newkirk's face. He looks at his watch and says, "We ought to be heading back, huh?"
"Hold on a second," she protests, "Aren't we gonna... go upstairs?"
His eyes get bigger. "Well, I... wasn't gonna... insist on it..."
"Fine," she decides, "then I will."
She gets up and heads for the lobby, but he's still in a daze. She turns the corner and disappears for a moment. Then she looks back at Newkirk and makes the "come here" motion with her index finger. He gulps down the last of his champagne and quickly follows her into the lobby.
Once upstairs, they walk down the hallway until they get to their room. Room 219, last door on the left. They open the door and go inside.
It's a nice little room with a balcony overlooking the town square. The view would be much prettier if the SS guards weren't there. Freddie opens the doors and goes onto the terrace.
"Don't you know it's cold out there?" asks Newkirk. "Put your coat on."
"I like the night air," replied Freddie. "It's stimulating."
He stops in the doorway and leans on the frame. "It's not as stimulating as your kiss."
She turns towards him and opens her arms. He walks forward and enters them, closing his around her body. He kisses her softly but passionately on the lips.
"Mmmm," he says, "I love champagne flavored girls."
"I know something that can make you even more giddy than champagne," she utters as her hands slide down his back until they come to rest on his firm ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. He jumps and makes a small high-pitched squeal.
"Sorry," she apologizes, "I didn't mean to scare you."
"You didn't. It just... felt good," he admits.
She grabs his shapely backside again, this time making him close his eyes. "Freddie, darlin'," he pleads, "can we please go inside?"
"Sure. Are you cold?" she queries.
"Well," he explains, "let's just say that it's difficult to stay aroused out here."
They release one another and head inside. Once inside, she turns around and shuts the balcony door. He's right behind her with his arms wrapped tightly around her waist.
"Help me warm up," he whispers in her ear.
"I know just the thing. Here. Lie down on the bed," she directs.
He does what he's told, crawling onto the bed and flopping over on his back. Freddie climbs onto the bed and on top of him, straddling him. Newkirk rests his hands on her legs. She starts to run her hands over his chest as she rocks back and forth.
"I think it's workin'," he grins.
"Don't overheat yet," she warns, "this is only the beginning."
She starts to undo his necktie, loosening the top button along with it. Once the tie is off, she proceeds to unbutton his shirt very slowly.
"Come on," he moans, "take off your shirt."
She smiles as she unbuttons her shirt and throws it on the floor. She continues working on his shirt until he sits up and yanks it off. She is still straddling him as he sits up and helps her remove her bra. He softly kisses down the front of her, caressing her bosoms in his hands. She runs her fingers through his hair, pulling his face up and out of her chest. She nibbles on his bottom lip as he starts to turn her over on her back, slipping her pants off.
"Mmm...." she whispers.
Once he gets her pants off, he slides his hand down to the warm spot between her legs while kissing her navel. She arches her back as he makes slow, circular motions on her clit.
"Ohhhh....yesss......"
He reaches down and starts to unfasten his belt, but he's having problems.
"Damn," he says angrily.
"I got it. Hold on," she says.
Her small fingers are able to get the belt free and undone. She stops momentarily to rub the large bulge from the outside his pants. This makes him close his eyes and slowly tilt his head back.
"Ohhhh....." he moans in a low register.
She undoes the button and slides the zipper down as far as it will go. He reaches down and takes them off. Now the bulge looks even bigger through his shorts. She slips her hand inside, drawing out his large, hard cock and begins to message it.
"Peter....," she whispers, "make love to me.... please....."
He gently pushes her down onto her back and enters her wet chasm without hesitation. Newkirk starts with slow and steady strokes, watching her body rock in time with his. They were almost like a human ocean, swaying to and fro. This is what he'd been dreaming of for so long; to be alone again with the girl who stole his heart.
He could feel himself growing larger inside of her with every thrust. It didn't take very long to bring him to this point. They looked into each others eyes.
"Oh, God.... I'm... almost..... there..." he says.
"Me... too...." she panted, "ohhh...yes...ohh!"
He thought he was going to explode with the world's first atomic orgasm. He reached out and grabbed a hold of the headboard.
"Ohhh... Freddie....ohh...ohhhh.... ohhhhh!!" he huffed as he began stroking her harder.
"Come to me.... Peter....ahhh...I... want you....deeper....oh.....ohhhhhh!!!" she pleaded.
They rubbed each other from the inside out until they could not longer stand it. Freddie clutched onto his hips and pulled him even deeper into her. Her hands spoke loudly about her desire for him.
Feeling her hands wanting his body sent him over the edge. He closed his eyes and held on as he ruptured into pure bliss. His deep baritone voice produced sounds of animalistic delight. It was as if something took over his body and made him keep pumping into her with no stop in sight.
She could feel his muscle throbbing inside her. Her hands made their way down to his backside and she held on for the most exciting ride of her life. Her panting got louder until she howled in her native tongue.
They pleasured one another until they were just too physically exhausted to continue.
After their endless mutual orgasm, Newkirk flopped down next to Freddie. She turned on her side and put one hand on his heaving chest.
"God, that was amazing," she said, gasping for air.
"... Uh huh..." he puffed, wiping the sweat from his face.
After catching their breaths, they both got up and headed off to take a cool, refreshing shower together. Freddie helped Newkirk soap up his tired body. She takes time to feel each muscle on his arms and back. As she does, he flexes, showing off his tone. After he rinses himself off, he washes her hair for her. He lathers up her sopping blond locks, his fingers tenderly running through the soapy mass.
Once they have washed up, they held each other under the running water for a while. He buries his face in her wet hair, inhaling its intoxicating fragrance. She rests her face on his soft, strong shoulder, feeling the heat of their workout still emanating from his body. He lifts his head to look at her, then kisses her cheek, working his way onto her neck. She could feel his sex becoming stiff against her own.
"Freddie," he beseeches, "light my soul on fire again... please."
She answers his request with a deep, passionate kiss. As their tongues danced, his hands gripped her ass, sending a wave of warmth over her. With a little hop, she is able to wrap her legs around his waist. Freddie reaches down between their hot, wet bodies to grab his throbbing bulk, and with a sensuous smile, lowers herself on it. He guides her down until he filled her completely, then they stared into each others eyes for a few seconds. Newkirk continued to gaze into her eyes as he slowly started to lift her up and down on top of his pulsating cock.
It didn't take long before they were at that orgasmic precipice again. They moaned and screamed for as long as they did before. Once it was over, they embraced under the running water again.
It's time to head back to camp and prepare for tomorrow's mission. They dress and head back downstairs.
Just as they are about to return their room key, their attention is drawn to four men in black trench coats standing by the door. Newkirk looks at Freddie, who returns his worried glance.
"Don't say anything," she warns, "maybe they're looking for someone else."
The four men make their way over to the reception desk. Freddie turns her face away from them and discreetly sets the key on the counter and leaves. Newkirk follows her out the door.
They safely made it back to the forest outside of camp. They climb down into the tunnel entrance and change back into their uniforms. Newkirk walks with Freddie down to the tunnel under her barracks.
"I want to thank you for a lovely evening," he says with a grin.
"Thank me?" she questions. "I should thank you. That was the most incredible date I've ever had."
He takes her into his arms. "I hope you don't think of me as a cad, only involved with you so I can make love to you."
She smiles up at him. "Funny. I was hoping you wouldn't think that about me. Listen, I know how you feel about me, Peter, and I have very strong feelings for you. Believe me. Oh, and by the way, you can't make love to someone, you make love with someone."
He laughs as he hugs her tightly. "I'll see you tomorrow, love."
"Right. Good night." She lets him go, and he walks back down the tunnel to his barracks.
Morning roll call finds all the POW's in camp and accounted for. Klink makes his inspection and notices that Freddie, who is standing with her flight crew, is asleep standing up.
"Wake up, sergeant!" orders Klink, marching over to her.
Freddie slowly opens her eyes. She lifts her angry gaze to Klink. "I wasn't sleeping, herr kommandant. I was saying my mornin' prayers."
"Not during roll call," he says. "You may pray after roll call."
"But I was giving thanks to God," she jokes, "for making sure I was captured by such a nice kommandant."
Klink turns and leaves for his office in a snit. She shouts to him as he leaves. "I just want ya to know that I'm grateful, sir!"
Once roll call is over, Hogan flags Freddie over to listen in on the conversation.
"Tonight's the night. We gotta plan our attack and fast. My office, on the double," he directs.
In the office, the discussion begins.
"Here's the deal," Hogan begins. "There's a train that delivers supplies to the factory on a regular basis. London's been monitoring their activities, and they figure tonight will be like any other. Our job is to stop that delivery, and destroy the factory. Suggestions?"
"Well, how are we to get into the factory, Colonel?" asks LeBeau.
Hogan has no answer. "I have no clue. Sneaking in is out of the question."
"I could drive a truck full of dynamite into the plant," volunteers Carter.
"And blow your ruddy head off?" reminds Newkirk. "Charmin', you are."
This gives Freddie an idea.
"Hold on a minute, Peter. Sir," she offers, "what if we planted dynamite on the train."
"What do you mean?" questions Hogan.
"Carter's idea has merit, but it's unworkable in practice." She continues, "Why not let the train make one last delivery. For us. Plant explosives on the track and let the train snag them up. It stops inside the factory, and the next sound you'll hear is a million pairs of unfinished shoes running for cover."
"You mean, let the train pick up the dynamite from off of the track and take it into the factory?" asks Carter.
Kinchloe smiles, "Just like a handoff in football."
Hogan smiles. He likes that idea, too. "And everyone thinks women aren't aggressive. Carter, can you rig up something that could get caught on the underside of a train?"
"Sure can, Colonel," says Carter with a smile.
"Alright gentlemen, and Freddie," says Hogan, "You have your assignments."
That night, Hogan and his "demo squad" sneak out the emergency tunnel and head for the target.
The group comes to a set of railroad tracks about a mile away from the factory. Carter gets to work setting up the package of explosives as Kinchloe and Hogan cover him. Newkirk, Freddie and LeBeau are keeping watch over the perimeter.
"All set, Colonel," says Carter, as he finishes wiring the timers. "The train'll pass over the box, catch this snag-line that's connected to the timer, and five minutes later, no more train."
"Nice work, Carter," congratulates Hogan.
He gathers Kinchloe and they head back to where the other three are hiding. They watch closely as the train heads towards them.
"Here comes Casey Jones now," says Hogan, looking at his watch, "Right on time."
The train passes by the group, but it doesn't pick up the dynamite.
"Damn it!" whispers a disappointed Carter. Before he can move towards the package, LeBeau cuts in front of him and picks up the box. He pulls the snag-line and runs after the train.
"What the hell is he gonna do?" says a worried Freddie.
LeBeau leaps forward and grabs a hold of the train. Hanging on by one hand, he attaches the box to the underside of the caboose with the other. With that accomplished, he lets go and falls down and lands between the rails, hands over his head.
As the train pulls into the factory, Hogan and the others catch up to LeBeau.
"Are you ok, Louis?" says Hogan.
Before he can answer, there is a large explosion with debris flying everywhere. Everyone hits the dirt as pieces of flaming metal, in all shapes and sizes, fall to earth and land about them. Hogan orders for his unit to get up and start running back the other way.
They regroup near the spot where they started. Looking at their work, they all smile.
Hogan smiles, "Mission accomplished."