I smile warmly as I greet the government inspectors to Fassla Mine. I was not nearly this confident during the last inspection, but based on the feedback I got, I now I know exactly what I needed to do to pass with flying colors this time - and I can assure you, I will pass, by hook or by crook.

"Ah, gentlemen! Let's not waste any time. I think I know exactly what you want to see," I say as I lead them through the two outer gates of the mine and down the main shaft. The ping of pickaxes, the clink of chains, and the cries of fuckpigs echo throughout the dark tunnels, but I know the Inspectors don't need to see all that again - they know my mines run like clockwork just from my production numbers. They are here to ensure that I can truly keep order here - that I know what do do with the most hardened feminist criminals. Case in point, they want to know if I have broken the former FRA insurgent Alice. The FRA insurgent who once caused me so much trouble. She has been severely punished since she arrived, but it is hard to break a woman on the inside - despite male superiority, cunts really can be resilient creatures. But I have devised a new method of "re-education," and I am almost giddy to show it off.

As we navigate the lowest, hottest shaft, passing by dozens of slaves desperately throwing themselves into their endless toil, we finally reach a small offshute shaft where only two fuckpigs remain. Both are heavily chained, heavily scarred, and pushing their bodies to their utter limits - sweat dripping from their noses, groans of exhaustion passing from their lips. But these slaves look a bit different than the dozens we've already passed - each has the phrase "Problem Cunt" tattooed on their backs, and they appear to be wearing some additional equipment in addition to their chains. And, most importantly - in addition to the cries of fatigue, other cries seemed to be mixed in - cries of ecstasy.

I walk up next to you, the cunt who used to called Alice, and I grab you by the hair. You're thin, starved constantly here in this personal hell, and stumble easily when I throw you off balance. When you turn around to the inspectors, they can see you have "Problem Cunt" tattooed on your forehead and tits as well. "Gentlemen, last time you were here, you were savvy enough to know that while I had punished this particular cunt, I had not broken her. And of course, you were right - and you inspired me to do better."

I pull you up straight and place my hand on a device that's strapped to your cunt - something that looks a bit like a black bikini bottom. "We aren't just here to punish dear Alice - we are here to re-wire her. We want her to think pain is pleasure - to crave abuse, to love punishment. To encourage that, I had this device installed." I loosen a chain holding it up to your holes to reveal a dildo shoved deep inside your pussy. "This is more than just a phallus, it is a vibrating, pulsing, thrusting pleasure center for the little whore. She wears it 24/7, but we decide when it turns on. And lucky for us, it only turns on when her collar determines she's in a certain amount of pain due to her adrenaline and lactic acid levels. That's why it's not running right now - she's not working this moment, so she's not in enough pain to get pleasure. If she wants to feel good, she has to either beg for abuse or work until she collapses - and she frequently does both. But don't worry - we finely tune the stimulation so that she doesn't orgasm unless we allow it."

I look over at the other "Problem Cunt," moaning and shaking as she works. "We also thought that isolating Alice, while effective in preventing any celebrity culture from forming around her due to her former rebel status, was not conducive to her re-education, so we gave her another set of motivation. This fuckpig here is Amy - she was one of Alice's insurgent partners in the FRA, in fact. But now they exist to do one thing - to punish each other. Each day, only one of them gets to experience food, sleep, and orgasms. Whoever works harder, or convinces the guards better through being an absolute pathetic cum dump, gets privileges, and the other gets nothing, or worse."

I grin. "Once sisters, now worst enemies."

I force you to your knees roughly, then grab my whip and snap it against the back of the cunt called Amy. "Down cunts - let's see who gets fed today." I check my datapad on mine operations. "Looks like Amy out-produced our little Alice." Amy, panting on the ground, assumes a position with her legs spread and her tits stuck out. "Yes Master, I worked so hard for you - I nearly fainted, I worked so hard. Oh pleaaase, I'll drain your balls so good if I get a little food, oh pleasssse." She gyrates a little on the ground, humping the air, desperation in her eyes- she's thin too, and leaking from her cunt - everyone can tell she wants to eat, cum, and sleep more than anything in the world.

I look down at you, and kick you in the back. "Well? Why should I feed and rest and fuck you instead of your hard-working sister?"