Ch 17 — Vieregg Milks Hucows

In front of Vieregg walked seven naked, voluptuous creatures, their bare bottoms swaying as they moved through the grass. Their breasts were so large they spilled to the sides, still visible even when he trailed behind them.

They’d tried to find clothing, but nothing fit. The hucows didn’t understand why it mattered anyway. They weren’t used to clothes.

The squad, led by Staff Sergeant Hildegunn Norheim, moved cautiously through the terrain, putting distance between themselves and Anthony Brown’s farm. Before leaving, Vieregg had launched a Raven Z51 drone to scout their route. The last thing they wanted was another firefight.

The hucows had jumped and squealed with delight when the Raven took off, clapping like children. It was endearing, but sad. They behaved like kids, simple and naïve. Vieregg wondered if they could ever be reintegrated into normal society. He hoped so.

Traveling with hucows proved to be much slower than any of them had anticipated. They got exhausted quickly. Their enormous breasts made it exhausting for them to walk for very long periods. It meant many breaks to allow the hucows to lie in the grass and rest. They could not just sit. They had to actually lie on the ground to give their backs a rest.

They all reached the small river and waded through. The hucows were quite clumsy and several fell into the water. And being childish, they started throwing water on each other. By the time they got on the other side, they were all wet. Hildegunn decided to let them take a rest and lye in the sun to dry up.

Vieregg’s eyes drifted to their naked bodies, glistening in the grass. His throat tightened. Then he felt Idun’s gaze. She was giving him a sharp side-eye.

“Do hucows turn you on, Vieregg?” she asked.

He didn’t like the way Idun was looking at him. Could she read his mind? Because in truth, he was massively turned on by the whole thing — naked girls cosplaying as cows, huge tits swinging, hooked up to pumps. But no way was he about to admit that to Idun that he was a pervert. Not after seeing what she’d done to the hucow farmers.

“Eh…” he managed, hesitant.

“You don’t find it disgusting?” Idun pressed. “They pump girls’ breasts until they’re monstrously huge and milk them like cattle. Men pay to fuck them while they’re being milked. How sick is that?” Her disgust was plain.

Vieregg felt a stab of shame. Because the truth was, it would turn him on like crazy. Voluptuous, milky girls — was there anything hotter? He’d already caught himself drooling over them more than once.

I’m such a sexist piece of shit, he thought. Idun’s right.

But Idun wanted an answer, and he was a terrible liar. She could spot bullshit from a mile away.

“Absolutely disgusting,” he said, too quickly. “I don’t get how any man could find that sexy.”

Even as the words left his mouth, he knew he’d overplayed it. His voice sounded false, hollow. Idun’s eyes narrowed. A spark lit there — trouble. Time to get out the fire extinguisher. Line up as many apologies as he could muster.

"You fu—," was all Idun got to say before she got interrupted by sergeant Hildegunn. "Girls, it is a while since you have had sex. Since we need a break now, I suggest you all take the opportunity to get fucked."

Saved by the bell. Vieregg dared a glance at Idun. She was biting her lip, not looking happy.

Hildegunn turned to Vieregg.

“Get your dick ready. A lot of the girls could use a good pounding. It’s been a long day, and we’ve still got a way to walk.”

He still wasn’t used to it — the casual way his sergeant talked about him pulling his cock out and fucking the squad, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. Like an oil change. Like eating a sandwich.

“Okay,” Vieregg said with mock bravado. “Let’s get the old Vieregg fuck machine started, shall we?” He unclipped his crotch armor. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Idun. She was trying to hold onto her anger, but his stupid line broke her. She burst out laughing.

By now, it was almost routine. Maya was all business — straight to the point. Hildegunn too. With her it was professional, efficient. Yet behind that soldier’s shell he sensed something else. A quiet hunger. Love, intimacy. She hid it well, but Vieregg had learned to recognize the signs. A lifetime in uniform, but she was still a woman. And even the women in Imperial Norway wanted a family and children.

He knew that look. That feeling. Back when he’d lived in Oslo, it had been everywhere. At first, all he saw were the armored trucks and the heavy surveillance. The curves, the uniforms, the blunt sex appeal. But the longer he stayed, the more he felt the loneliness. The sadness. Maybe he recognized it because he carried it himself in Sweden. The longing for something more.

It wasn’t just that these women craved sex. They wanted men in their lives, and most of them didn’t have one.

Once, he had thought of the Imperial Inquisition as nothing but evil, perverted, deranged. And yes, it was that. But it was also packed with desperate women who had found no other path to closeness. Their substitute for a marriage bed was riding a male suspect in the Inquisition’s dungeon. Pathetic, really.

Then there was Alvdis. Fucking Alvdis was like stepping into a porn movie. She knelt in front of him, tongue sliding up his shaft in long, slow strokes, her eyes locked on his with raw lust. Out of the corner of his vision, Vieregg caught Idun rolling her eyes. Worse — the hucows were watching, wide-eyed with childish excitement. It was mortifying. Here he was, getting the full porn-star treatment, while a gaggle of naked, big-breasted girls looked on like they were watching a circus act.

Alvdis spun around, bent forward, and rubbed her ass against his cock like a pole dancer. She teased and goaded until he gave in, grabbed her hips, and thrust hard into her. Trude shot her a look — pure what the fuck is wrong with you — but Alvdis didn’t care. And of course, she didn’t let him finish inside. She pulled away at the last second, guiding him to spill all over her tits. Then she licked herself clean, eyes glittering with mischief as she smiled at him.

In Vieregg’s mind, if this were a cartoon, Idun would have steam jetting out of her ears by now. But somehow, she let it slide — apart from the occasional snide remark aimed at Alvdis.

Trude was another matter. Idun could stomach a girl lusting after her boyfriend. What she couldn’t stomach was someone mistreating him. After Alvdis, Trude pounced, shoving Vieregg down and mounting him like she was in an Inquisition cell.

Idun snapped.

Trude never saw it coming. A vicious hook caught her across the side of the face, snapping her head sideways. She threw up an arm to block the next strike, but Idun’s knee smashed into her nose, dropping her flat.

“This isn’t a fucking Inquisition interrogation, bitch!” Idun snarled. “I’m tired of your bullshit!”

Trude, furious, lunged low and wrapped her arms around Idun’s legs, driving her to the ground. Idun hit the dirt hard, but before Trude could rain down punches the other soldiers piled in, dragging them apart.

“You fucking hotheaded bitch,” Trude growled.

Hildegunn cut in, voice sharp. “Idun, you don’t attack a fellow soldier like that!”

Idun shouted back. “Then Trude should stop attacking Vieregg! He’s not a Neo Nordic. He’s just a regular guy. He didn’t have to join this mission — he chose to. And she’s treated him like total shit the whole time. Enough is enough, Sergeant!”

Hildegunn’s glare hardened. “Private, you need to get your anger under control. You’ll jeopardize this unit if you keep it up. I’ll let it pass this time because of how you handled the Anthony Brown farm.”

Idun bit down on her fury. She wanted to spit more words, but forced her mouth shut.

Trude spat blood into the dirt. “Dumb bitch.”

Hildegunn rounded on her next. “What Idun did was uncalled for. But you’re not off the hook, Trude. This is the army, not the Inquisition. Vieregg is part of this squad, not some Redpiller for you to break. Get your shit together, or there’ll be no fucking for you. Next time, you’ll ask Vieregg nicely.”

The others finally let go of the two women. They glared at each other but pulled apart.

Vieregg’s chest swelled with pride. His lioness had defended him. It was emasculating, sure — but in a land of shield-maidens, maybe that was something he’d just have to live with.

The hucows had watched the whole thing wide-eyed, their faces blank with confusion. Vieregg stepped over to Idun. He kept it professional — a pat on the shoulder, a squeeze of her hand, a quiet smile and a thank-you. Still, he could see what it meant to her. The relationship. The mission. All of it was taking its toll.

But their troubles weren’t over. One of the hucows, Dolly, trotted up to Vieregg and Hildegunn.

“Our bobbies hurt. We need milking,” she said.

Sergeant Hildegunn gave Vieregg a long look that clearly meant your problem, then stood and walked off.

“Uh… okay… well… yeah… uh… how do we do that?” Vieregg stammered.

“You got penis,” Dolly smiled. “You our new farmer?”

“No, Dolly. You don’t need any more farmers. But… tell me how I’m supposed to milk you.”

Dolly pointed a finger at her pussy. “Penis go in here.”

Then she pressed the finger of her other hand into her nipple. “Milk comes out here!”

Vieregg frowned. “Why do I need to put my dick in your vagina to milk you?”

By then the other hucows had gathered, giggling. “Don’t you know anything, Mr. Vieregg? Penis must go in hucow to make milk flow!”

Vieregg opened his mouth, ready to explain they didn’t need to be sexually abused anymore. But Maya stepped in, matter-of-fact: “Oxytocin. Orgasm makes milk flow.”

Vieregg groaned. “So not only do I have to fuck a whole squad, now I’ve got a whole herd? What the fuck?”

Maya clapped him on the shoulder. “We believe in you, Vieregg. You can do it.” She turned away, chuckling.

Idun stood with arms crossed. “Isn’t this what you wanted, Vieregg? Fuck hucows?”

“This is so humiliating,” he muttered. “Wasn’t fucking the entire airship crew enough?” He was still bitter about that disaster — their designated fuckboy had gotten sick, and the duty had fallen to him. Ever since, he swore he could still taste pussy in his mouth. Somehow, things always went wrong in ways that ended with him pulling his dick out.

He started with Dolly. She was astonishingly beautiful — it should have been enjoyable. But with over a dozen girls sitting around watching, he couldn’t get hard.

“Oh noes, Mr. Vieregg’s penis isn’t working!” Vicky cried.

“We must fix the penis,” Rose answered.

Both dropped to their knees in front of him, licking and sucking while staring up at him eagerly for approval. The soldiers snickered from the sidelines. Humiliated, Vieregg still felt himself getting hard.

The hucows jumped up and down with excitement. “We fixed Mr. Vieregg’s penis, Dolly!”

Vieregg took Dolly by the hips and eased himself into her. She flinched lightly, but she was already wet. He moved carefully. Those poor hucows had endured so much abuse — he had to treat them gently.

The effect was instant.

“He is so gentle and good!” Dolly cried. “I want Mr. Vieregg to be my new master!”

“Me too!” the others chimed in, all at once.

Sergeant Hildegunn, usually the picture of seriousness, suddenly cracked up. She turned away, shoulders shaking as she tried not to show it.

“No, no, no girls,” Vieregg said quickly, still working Dolly. “You will have no masters. You’ll be free. Nobody will own you again.”

“If no master… who will milk us?” Vicky asked, genuinely baffled.

Vieregg faltered. He hadn’t thought that far. With the shortage of men in Imperial Norway, maybe it would be difficult.

“You decide for yourselves,” he said at last. “You pick who milks you. And if you don’t like it, you can say no and choose someone else.”

He thrust harder, and Dolly moaned, panting until she came.

“Now you suck the milk out, Mr. Vieregg!” the hucows urged.

He pulled out, turned Dolly around, and latched onto her nipples. Sweet, rich milk filled his mouth. For a moment, when he forgot the audience, it was almost blissful. But then the reminder came: a whole squad and seven hucows watching him nurse like a baby. Mortifying.

“Look at the cute little baby nursing at momma’s tits,” Trude jeered.

Idun didn’t take it well. Out of the corner of his eye, Vieregg saw her flip Trude the finger.

The hucows produced more milk than he could handle alone. Fortunately, Heather volunteered.

“Thanks, Heather,” Vieregg said. “Right now I’m so glad you’re a lesbian. Maybe you could take some of the load off me?”

“Sure, but how?” Heather asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe one of the girls would be okay with a little girl-on-girl instead of me doing all the work?” Vieregg said hopefully, glancing around.

Maya crossed her arms, thinking it over.

“If it helps you, Vieregg, I could probably let Heather service my needs. Is that okay with you, Heather?”

Vieregg looked between them. Something in their faces gave him pause. Do they already have a thing for each other? he wondered.

“Sure, that’s fine,” Heather said, looking more excited than she should. Vieregg didn’t care — anything to lighten his workload.

He worked through the hucows one after another. Each was ecstatic. Constance beamed at him mid-thrust.

“So we can choose our own milker?” she asked breathlessly.

“Yes. Nobody owns you anymore. You decide for yourselves,” Vieregg said brightly.

“You’re so gentle and kind, Mr. Vieregg. I want you to milk me forever and ever!” Constance cried.

“Me too!” the others chimed, their voices overlapping. “I also want Mr. Vieregg to be my milker!”

By the time the last girl had been milked, Vieregg felt stuffed to the point of nausea, like he wouldn’t want to eat for a week. His dick throbbed, worn raw. Finally, the squad got moving again. Vieregg trudged beside Idun.

“Sounds like you’ve got a new job lined up when we get home,” Idun teased. “From CEO to milkman. Quite the career move.”

“I think you forgot my current position as human dildo,” Vieregg shot back.

On the trail, the hucows swarmed him. They clung to his hands, pressed at his sides.

“Mr. Vieregg is so gentle and kind. I want to stay with milker Vieregg forever!” Tina declared.

Before they even reached the extraction point, he’d been pulled into a second round of milking. That only made him more popular. The soldiers were cracking up, watching him dragged along by a herd of adoring, milk-laden girls.

Dusk was falling when they reached the extraction point — an abandoned warehouse. The LZ-42 Noctilucent would come in about a week to pick them up. Inside, they had stashed tents, mats, food, and clothing. Vieregg tried to sit down for a breather, but the hucows mobbed him.

“We love Vieregg! We want to stay with milker Vieregg forever!” they cried, piling onto him, smothering him in kisses.

“Girls, girls — you’re free now. You can live your own lives,” he protested.

“But this is what we want!” they insisted, tugging at his clothes. In seconds Vicky and Dolly had yanked his pants off, while Tina and Constance peeled his shirt away.

“Looks like they really like you,” Heather chuckled, watching him buried under the hucows.

“What am I supposed to do? They won’t listen!” Vieregg spluttered, muffled by breasts rubbing across his face while two others worked his cock with eager tongues.

Hildegunn called for order.

“Listen up, girls. We’re hitting three farms tomorrow—” She cut herself off, glaring at Vieregg. “Can you please stop playing with the hucows and listen?”

“Hey, I’m trying as best I—” His words drowned as another pair of tits pressed over his mouth.

Hildegunn shook her head and continued.

“Two of the farms belong to the Evans brothers, Carter and Daryl. Carter is a mean son of a bitch. Stay sharp. Moving hucows has been harder than expected. Next time, some of you will secure vehicles instead of blowing them up.”

That night they handed out sleeping bags and blankets, even clothes for the hucows — which they refused. Vieregg tried to sleep, but the hucows insisted on snuggling against him, piling on top like a living blanket.

He saw endless hucows leaping over a fence in a Norwegian meadow, their breasts flopping with each jump. The air was thick with the smell of sweet breast milk.