After I graduated I decided I wanted to take some time and travel around the united states. I didn't really have a specific goal in mind, I packed a big backpack with clothes and supplies. I bought a tent because one thing I knew I wanted to do was go camping in different places. Didn't have much money, and I didn't have a car.

So at one point I was walking and I was getting tired, I was in an area I knew I wasn't allowed to camp so I didn't want to risk it, and I was pretty far from the town I was walking to.

I noticed a couple cars headed my way so I decided to hitchhike into town. They pulled over, it was 5 guys and two girls. They looked like hikers or mountain climbers or something to me. They told me they bought a big cabin and they were going up there to live in the wilderness for a while. They asked me if I wanted to join them and I said no thanks.

At some point I asked if I could get a drink, my canteen had been empty for a few miles and I was thirsty. The one girl, t other was in the other car, offered me one of her bottles and I didn't really think about it, I just thanked her and drank it down.

When I woke up I was in the trunk. Naked, gagged, wrists and ankles tied to each other behind my back, and the rope wasn't coming loose no matter what I tried. And on top of being tied, I was stuffed inside a sleeping bag. The more I struggled the harder it was to breathe, so eventually I had to just stop.

They took me to their cabin. This huge like mcmansion sized cabin, it looked like it might at one point have been like a hunting lodge or something.

They kept me there as their sex slave. I wasn't allowed clothes, I wore a locked collar at all times, and for the first few months I wasn't allowed out of the basement. I was r**ed, and if I hurt one of them they would leave the window to the basement open that night. It was fall, and this was far enough north to be close to the Canadian border, so I would be freezing that night.

After a few weeks I didn't want to risk being cold at night anymore, especially knowing it wouldn't be fall forever, so I stopped fighting back. After I stopped fighting back they started training me. To do as they said, even if it was humiliating, disgusting, or painful. To suck and fuck, to take it in the ass, to eat pussy and ass. And, they trained me to exercise every day, mostly squats, crunches, pushups, and yoga, a routine I still keep.

All of them took a turn with me. One on one, sometimes more. More than a few times it was all of them at once.

After a few months they let me come up into the rest of the cabin during the daytime, as long as at least two of them were awake. I was allowed to roam around pretty much freely as long as the second someone ordered me to do something I did it.

I tried to escape once after it turned spring and was warm enough I wouldn't freeze to death, but I got caught in a trap they had set for animals. A net trap. I noticed it before it sprung but my leg got caught when it went up. My thigh got scr**ed up on the tree it was in started bleeding, and I hit my head when they cut me down.

They took care of my wounds and put me back in the basement. During the first month they didn't talk to me or use me no matter how much I tried talking to them, just brought me food and left. By the end of the month I was going crazy.

Finally, they brought me back upstairs and I begged each of them individually, on my knees, head on the floor, sobbing, for forgiveness.

They put me back in the basement and treated me like they had when I first got there for another month, they trained me again from the beginning, and this time if I did something wrong they spanked me with a paddle and took my bedding away for the night.

When they finally let me back upstairs, there was no way I was going to try to escape again, but if I got too close to the door without one of them holding a leash they would spank me then make me sit on a hard stool in the middle of the room.

Speaking of the leash. When it got warmer out, once a day one of them would take me out for a walk in the woods, usually with my wrists cuffed behind me. Usually they would let me wear my shoes, but it depended on who was walking me and whether they wanted me to go barefoot or not. With the one girl she never let me wear shoes.

Usually whoever was walking me would use me while we were out in the woods, but not always.

Even as it got to fall and winter sometimes they brought me outside just because they felt like it. When it snowed, one of the guys liked to take me out in it sometimes. He would hook my leash to a tree and throw a few snowballs at me, then fuck me while I laid in the snow before bringing me back in.

By the middle of the second year I was pretty much completely their pet. They even brought my bedding upstairs to let me sleep in the living room, and sometimes one of them would bring me to their room to sleep.

I didn't think of myself as a person anymore, I was just their pet, their fucktoy, their servant, their property. I didn't deserve clothes, I didn't deserve freedom. They kept me fed and warm, and I earned it by doing what they told me. If I failed them, I deserved to be punished. Any kindness or warmpth they showed me beyond just treating me like a pet or a fucktoy confused me, but made me want to do my best to try to get them to do it more often.

It was 6 years before police came around looking for me. They'd gotten a tip from someone in the last town I stopped in that I talked to, I had told him where I was headed and the next town I was going through. They found a keychain that had fallen out of my pocket when they were stripping me by the side of the road to put me in the trunk before they got into town.

They didn't find me the first time they were there. I was hiding in the woods with one of the guys. I was actually afraid they would find me, I didn't want them to, but just to be safe he held his hand over my mouth so I wouldn't try yelling out.

I don't know what made them come back, but they came back at night a few weeks later. I guess one of them saw me inside that night, but they pretended like they hadn't. I overheard their conversation as I was hiding in a closet, and the officer left his card and said to call if they saw me, but that he wouldn't bother them about it again.

The next night they surrounded the cabin and ordered us all out. I hid in a crate in the attic while the others walked out, but they found me. I kicked and screamed the whole way to the truck, begging them to leave me there with them.

Most of them went to prison. The two girls and one of the guys pled to a lower sentence to give up the others. I wouldn't testify against any of them.

To this day I still feel more comfortable naked than wearing clothes, I hesitate when I go near doors, I sleep on the floor sometimes and I definitely always sleep naked if I can get away with it. All anyone has to do to get between my legs, man or woman, is ask. I've tried to turn that off, but I guess sex as an act just doesn't mean that much to me anymore. It's not like they really tortured me sexually. I sometimes have flashbacks about when they were forcing me in the beginning, but now sex is just a thing that happens. If someone wants to fuck me and I'm not doing anything else I just go with it.

Besides all that, I think I am getting back to something approaching normal. My daily life at least seems normal.

That being said though, I'm not to a point where I could honestly say that, if they all got out of prison and wanted me back, I would say no. I don't know what I would say. I know in that situation I should say no, go to hell, but I don't know.