Over two hours later, they soon arrived at their destination. "We're here." Randall heard.

He got up and waited to be allowed out of the truck. But when he got out, it wasn't what he expected. It looked more like a mansion.

"Go on, keep moving." A black guard ordered.

Randall saw that there was nothing but woods around. So this place was out in the boonies? He could get away from them if he tried and he would get back and get his full revenge. He instantly tried to run for the woods, but he was instantly grabbed and tazered.

He screamed in pain as the electricity went through him. He fell to the ground, breathing hard after it stopped.

"Try that again, Boggs and the volts will be much higher next time. And it could be worse. Get up."

Randall couldn't hardly move. But he was grabbed up and forced to move inside. He groaned in pain as he was forced to move.

They went up a few floors and soon, he saw there were many rooms along the floor. They walked down the hall to the room known as D13. There were no bars on the door. It was unlocked and he was shown in.

"Here's your room, Boggs. The therapy will begin soon. We'll leave you to get acquainted with it."

Then he was shoved inside and the door slammed behind him, hearing it lock.

Randall walked down a little hallway and when he entered the bigger area, there was a desk, chair, plain cot with a mattress on the wall for a bed, and a toilet and sink.

Usually when he was left to go in a cell, he would have had his hands let loose, but those guards hadn't even done that. He so did not want to be here.

He went into the bathroom to explore it a little and used it. And then he went to looking around the rest of the room, even test sitting in the chair and on the bed. He was on the bed when the door unlocked again.

Three guards came in ready for him. Randall didn't move.

"It's time for your first time therapy, Boggs." The lead yellow monster said.

"I just got in here."

"Doesn't matter. We have room for you now."

"What are you going to do?"

"You'll find out." The green one on the left said. "Now come on."

"When do I get these off?" Randall was asking about the cuffs.

"Soon. Our boss has the key to them."

Randall reluctantly got up and went with them. They went to an elevator and it went five floors down. When the door opened up, stepping out was like being in a dungeon. Shivers began to run down his spine. He wrapped his hands over another, a habit he had when he was nervous.

The guards could sense that the lizard in their custody was getting nervous. This was their aim. Prisoners could be punished to the fullest extent with what they wanted and they wouldn't get in trouble for it.

Soon, they arrived at a check in point and the cuffs were finally removed, only when he least expected that he was going to be loose and then he was grabbed so forcefully from behind and his arms were all pulled behind his back. His shirt was pulled off so violently. Then his arms were recuffed behind his back.

Randall had no idea what they were planning. It would be easier to get away without that shirt on, but not with the cuffs.

Then, he was pulled to the prison cell in the back. "What are you doing?!" Randall cried out.

His question went unanswered as the pulls became desperate and hard. He knew the guards were wanting to do something to him, but what? Their breathing became ragged and hard.

The door was already open, and then one of them pushed him in so hard that he fell to the floor. Randall cried out and he couldn't get up so easily this time.

"Now you are ours."

Randall raised his head at his captors. "What do you want?" He glared at them.

"It's ones like you that get this 'therapy' here. Get him on the bed, like now." A big red male said. He was like a giant beach ball with slug eyes that were amber. He had two legs and two arms.

Randall didn't like this.

A blue one and a yellow one came and got him to his feet, but pulled him to the bed. The blue one was a big gruff spiked tentacle monster. He had six tentacles. The yellow one was more like a dog like monster. Four arms and two legs. His hands were thick.

The lizard began to resist. He didn't want to get on the bed. He would get out of here and try to get the cuffs off somehow. But then, he was suddenly grabbed by the throat too, cutting off his airway. It caught him off guard enough for the captors to get him onto the bed.

Randall was struggling with his legs and lower body with all he had until he felt like his lungs were burning and he had to stop.

"Hold him down!" The red one said.

Randall struggled to breathe. It was the yellow one that had the grip on his neck.

"Loosen up on his neck. I don't want him to pass out. I want him to feel every part of it. Just hold him down."

The grip on his neck finally loosened and Randall coughed and took in big gasps of air. Then he felt weight on top of him. He opened his eyes and saw the big blue monster on top of him, with something hanging so loose in the air in front of him.

Randall recognized it. Then he looked up.

"You've looked so juicy right from the start, lizard. It's time for your first round of therapy."

"Ah! No!" Randall began to struggle, but the other males held him down. The blue one began to move down his body.

Randall tried kicking his legs to keep him from gaining what he was going to do, but it did no good.

The big blue one found what he was looking for and holding his member, he reached down to the slit he found so enticing and he put a finger inside.

Randall felt the intrusion. It only made him fight harder. "DON'T!" He cried out.

But they didn't listen. With the other hand, the blue one guided himself into the tight entrance.

Randall felt the big intrusion to his body and he instantly froze. His teeth bared in pain as he felt it going deeper. His stomach tightened.

"Ahh! It feels so good and tight in there." He began to move.

Randall moaned. "No. No please." He said.

After all that he had done, it had come to this. If this was therapy, he knew he wouldn't last long in here.

The big blue one got to moving fast real fast. Eventually, he knotted the poor lizard and that got a good cry from him.

There were four rounds done on him. It hurt.

The captors left Randall in a panting mess on the bed when they were done. His hands were still behind him. He eventually turned on his left side and curled his tail up toward his chest. He found his eyes tearing up.

Randall knew he had caused trouble, but he hadn't deserved that. He cried himself until his eyes were raw and he fell asleep.

He was still in the cell.

….

The guards that left the cell were satisfied that the lizard would succumb soon. That was just one of the ways they used their 'therapy' to get their victims started. These five were the main punishers.

They had a probation period for newcomers. And Randall was on it now.

…..

Hours later, Randall woke up and found he was on a bed in a cell. He remembered what had happened to him and hoped it had all been a bad dream, but when he tried to move his hands and found they were behind his back and when he moved his tail, he felt pain under his tail. That had been no dream.

He slowly tried to move. He had to get out of here. Aside from the pain under his tail, Randall saw that he didn't really have any other injuries. Then there was another feeling that needed doing.

He painfully went to the bathroom and then went over to test the cage door. He pushed on it and used his tail to pull on it. It was locked solidly. He tried getting his hands loose, but the cuffs were on tight.

Randall remembered that he had been assigned a room number, but why wasn't he back in there?

He looked around and listened for any sounds of anyone around. There was mostly nothing and no one around. The tunnels around were only dimly lit. This was more like a dungeon than a hospital. Had he been put down here to be abandoned? Like everyone else he had ever known.

He went back to the bed and got on it. This was so humiliating. All his actions had gotten him sent to a madhouse. And then he had been raped first thing after he had gotten in here. That wasn't therapy; that was torture.

After more than two hours of starring at the walls, falling asleep was the best escape he had of this place right now.