[Breast Play/Lactation, Brainwashing/Brainmelting]

"Nnnngh... God... my head..." A rough voice muttered, pain pulsating through her words as the owner, a tanned blonde wearing a special naval uniform tried her best to reach up to rub at the pained area, only to moments later realize that she couldn't move her hands. "The hell..? Why can't I..." The blonde’s confused and hurt tone continued as she slowly regained full consciousness, and the memories of what had just transpired flashed before her eyes. 

That's right. She was with her fellow light cruisers out on a skirmish against the Ironblood menace, and she and St. Louis were caught off guard. Before they both knew what was going on, they had been forcefully sunk and cut off from their forces as to prevent a rescue... and now...

The tanned cruiser, truly known as Brooklyn, shot a few glances around in an attempt to locate her sister ship in the hopes that they hadn't been separated more than necessary. Thankfully, the blue-haired beauty sat at her side, still asleep as it seemed. "Hey! Louis! Wake up!" The blonde shouted, prompting her sister ship to jolt awake in the process.

"Brooklyn, please don't shout so loudly. I was trying to have a nice dre... oh..." Moments after the other cruiser awoke, she realized the severity of the situation at hand. Both of them were tied to strange chairs adorned with a lot of different bits and bobs, and they were absolutely in enemy territory if their last memories weren't playing tricks on them.

As much as they no doubt wanted to try and formulate a plan of escape, they didn't get much more time to themselves before the door to the room opened up, revealing another blonde that was at least a few shades lighter in terms of skin tone in comparison to Brooklyn. Somebody that both girls were familiar with, as she was one of the girls that had managed to sink them through a bout of quick thinking.

"Prinz Eugen... I should've known one of you dirty Ironblood were behind this. Coward." Brooklyn grit her teeth as she glared daggers at the opposing black-and-red clad blonde, while Louis remained silent in an attempt to keep in her captor's better graces.  Prisoners were expect to behave themselves if they wanted to be treated more humanely, something that her sister didn't seem to understand.

"Still as feisty as you were at sea, dirty American. Not that you will be for much longer, oh no." Eugen seemed all too pleased at the tanned girl's resistance, before the chairs that the two sister ships were tied to started whirring to life. "You've got quite the job ahead of you, as our navy is starting to run out of recreational supplies."

"Recreational supplies... so you're running out of supplies that let you act like you're normal humans?" Louis inquired, keeping her tone soft and submissive as she spoke up. That restraint and grace was met with an equally soft smile from their captor, while Brooklyn seemed more than content to just glare straight ahead.

"More or less. You've got more tact than your sister, American, but do not think that excludes you from your new duty. In fact, this just means you'll be much more effective at your new purpose than she will be." The enemy blonde mused before a set of suction cups extended from the seats of the chairs, attaching to the two cruiser's covered nipples in preparation.

"Nhhh... What, you're going to toy with our tits? Is that supposed to make you more human, by raping us?" The tanned blonde shot rather aggressively at her captor, only for a moan to slip out of her mouth as the cups started to turn on. Immediately, something started feeling off within her head... and she was neither able to confirm what it was, nor what she could do to stop her head from feeling weird.

Louis on the other hand could only watch in shock and surprise as she was currently being left alone outside of the initial attachment. "What are you doing to her..?" The blue-haired broad asked, as Brooklyn's moans slowly ramped up in volume.

"I did say recreational supplies no? Well, most of the girls at this base are quite fond of the classic human treat... Milk. So, the science department decided to toy around with the concept of girls like us producing their own milk, but the current process is too hazardous to use on our own forces. That's where you two come in. You'll not only serve as guinea pigs for the process, but you'll also be able to provide us with quite a sizable amount of milk so we'll be kept well fed for weeks." Eugen explained the plan in detail, her smile growing into a wicked smirk as she looked back at Brooklyn after staring into Louis' gradually worrying eyes...

Where the blue sister was starting to get quite fearful of her fate, the tanned sister could hardly keep any of her thoughts straight for much longer as she just felt the onslaught of pleasure spilling throughout her body. Any thought she could try and grasp onto was quickly being sucked down out of her brain and down into her titties, which were growing in turn as they filled with the energies that made up the blonde's attempts at being smart.

Little bit little, the blonde's tits started to tremble and swell as they were being suckled and violently pulled on by the two suction cups. Minute by minute, the color in her eyes started to fade as she gradually losing grasp of complex concepts... like being responsible and being smart. The giggle that slowly started to resound from her quivering lips was going to be a common sound slipping out of her mouth.

"Brooklyn, please, hold on!" Louis shouted desperately, but at this point as a soft liquid started to dribble out of the tanned thot's ears, the pleading was far from useful. In just a few mere moments of having her tits pseudo milked, she was already reduced to such a giggly girl that she could hardly be considered sentient. Only the way she reacted to outside stimulus would cause her to react in a different way than simple ditzy giggles.

As nothing more was left inside of the liquefied brain of Brooklyn's, the front of her straining uniform started to grow a little wet as the thoughts that filled her thot-y tits turned into something much more useful. With every suckle from the suction cups, a little milk started to spill out of the brainless bimbo formerly known as Brooklyn. Or, as she would be known as from that point on, Cow Ship 01, as evident by the number branded on her shoulders and forehead by the strange mechanical chair.

"One down. One to go. I hope you've made your prayers, American, because you've quite the bountiful brain that we intend to beat senseless." Eugen was growing quite pleased with what was going on, as evident by the way her own nether regions were starting to leak a little feminine juice just from watching the enemy in front of her being reduced to such a lesser being.

Immediately as Louis started to scream in a vague attempt to call for help, the suction cups on her tits started to tug away at her tits, which in turn caused her brain to feel the same tug. Her fall was similar to her sister's, as thoughts were being taken out of her mind and into her tits, the generous set of udders growing ever slightly... but unlike Brooklyn, the blue-haired girl had more than enough smarts to spare letting her observe herself as she started to grow dumber and ditzier.

"N-Nuh, I don't wanna be a dumb slut like Brookie!" Already, the coherency and intent to be civil had been sucked straight out of the soup she called a stable mind, causing a little bit of juice to dribble down her leg as something else filled her head to compensate. The few thoughts that the mysterious milking machine didn't grab, were indeed related to the very concept of being milked. Like any good cow, Louis was starting to imagine herself spewing milk forth from her udders, milk that would serve her enemy well as they would just lean back in their chairs after a skirmish and feast upon that fresh and tasty substance. The very thought itself would've normally made her retch and caused her stomach to turn, but the influence the milking machine had on her made it hard to not enjoy the idea on some level.

Try as she might, the blue-haired bimbo was unable to keep a proper grip on her thoughts... but as her tits stopped growing, fully satiated by her mind's way of thinking, she started to giggle as if she had won. After all, she wasn't spewing milk from her tits like her sister, so not only was she still a smartie, but she had big titties that she could show off to all her thot-y friends.

"Dumb germy bitch, Louis' super smart! Louis ain’t a milky moo, no milk for you!" Her barely coherent words resounded... only for her eyes to grow unfocused as she felt her nipples give way. Just a little extra suction made the young woman's brain give way completely, right after she thought she hadn't fallen all the way. The super rich and thoughtful milk poured straight from her nipples, as Louis' head titled onto her shoulder. Her gaze unfocused, and her mind emptied as a pink liquid slowly poured out of her ears. To finish her off, St. Louis was rechristened by the chair she was firmly and practically glued to, now labelled Cow 02 much like her sister Cow 01. A much simpler name for sedated sluts like them.

Eugen could only laugh as she watched the two sisters' heads get sucked straight out of their heads and into their titties, leaving them both with a heavy set of G cup tits that were filled to the brim with that delicious milk that all the Ironblood girls wanted more than plenty of. "Good grief. I'll have to tell the science department that they need to turn down the effectiveness of the device if they ever want to use it on us..." She mused to herself as she picked up a glass and strolled around to the back of the chairs, where tanks full of the two sluts' thought-milk were located.

After turning a little valve near the bottom of the two tanks, the ironblooded blonde was able to get a little sip or two of the milk, causing her cheeks to flush red with glee. "Mmmm! This is the best milk I've had in ages, what good cows you've turned into!" The German-born blonde chimed as she started rubbing her cheek, a devilish plan brewing within her brain. After all, if this was how good the milk of a pair of cruisers tasted, what if they managed to capture a carrier and turn her into a cow as well?

The priorities of the Ironblood base would find themselves changing rapidly over the next couple of days as the two cows would be joined by many more from their old home. Despite their brains all being drained into their tits, the former tomboy and the smarter and sensible sibling could only look forward onto nothing with a smile on their faces, even as the milk machines continued to drain them day by day.

The only thing left on their mind, was their newfound devotion to their Ironblood owners. And thus, their private milking room filled with absentminded mooing from the cruisers turned cows, never to be returned to normal. Not that they ever wanted to at this point.

Such good cows they had become.