My name is Carissa and I’m a white woman with long straight brown hair and brown eyes. I’m not very tall and my hips are a little curvy but I’m not fat.

I want to tell you what happened to me a night of July of some years ago, when I was 21.
Just before midnight, I and Stephen  , my boyfriend at the time, had just returned from work and to our apartment at Heritage Drive in Madison, Nashville.

We had gone grocery shopping and had just put up our groceries and were about to sit down to watch a movie when there was a knock at our door. We were not surprised because we worked in a restaurant and had a lot of late-night visitors.
The person on the other side asked if we could use the phone. Stephen attempted to look through the peephole, but it was broken, and he was unable to see through it.

At that point in time, he cracked the door to see who was on the other side when two unknown black males, one armed with a large revolver, pushed their way through the door. One of the men had his face covered. The one with the uncovered face was the man who held the gun.
They forced Stephen and me to lie face down on the floor. One of the intruders disabled the phone and our computer. They then took approximately $50 from my purse and Stephen’s wallet.

They were also ransacking the house and looking for other items to take. They took cell phones and other small items as well.
After several minutes, the suspect with the gun then forced me to go to the bedroom, and they forced Stephen to remain lying on the floor in the living room where they covered him with a blanket so that he could not see.
When they took me into the bedroom, I kind of knew what was going to happen.

In the bedroom, the assailants ordered me to remove my clothes. I begged,

“No, please, please, no.”

The assailants put a gun to my head, told me to shut up, and undressed me. When I was totally naked, the unmasked man, who was about 20 years-old, ordered me to lie on the bed. He gave then his gun to the masked man and get on the bed beside me. When he began to lick and suck my breast, I started trembling. He then moved down on me and positioned himself between my legs. He made me spread them apart and next he put his fingers and tongue in my vagina. My body was throbbing when I felt he was licking my clitoris and stucking two fingers into my vagina at the same time. The intruder said,

“I can see you are enjoying, do you?”
I didnt’t answer, so the man asked me again if I liked it. Out of fear, I replied,
“Yes, I like it.”
“Very good,” the guy said while he was removing all his clothes. He then pushed his penis towards my face and said,
“Do you like my long black dick?”
“Yes I like it,” I answered.
“I want you to call me “daddy” please. Do you like my long black dick?”
“I like it, daddy,” and, in fear for my life, I began to suck the guy’s penis.

After some minutes, the young man pulled out his penis from my mouth and got on top of me. I asked him to wear a condom but he refused. He then made spread my legs again and pushed his penis into my vagina. When he began to thrust slowly and deeply into me, I begged him to stop, but he said:
“Am I hurting you baby? No, you’re lying me. I’m feeling your warm wet pussy around my cock.”
After about 10 minutes I felt the young guy’s penis pulsing into me and soon he pulled out it and ejaculated on my stomach. He then pushed his penis into my mouth, ordering me to “suck it off”.

When I had finished, he cleaned me with tissues and left the bedroom.
He was soon replaced by the other guy, who started to undress himself. When he removed his mask, I realized he was very young, maybe fifteen-years old. He made me sit on the bed and, as he was standing in front of me, he pushed my head towards his penis, that was longer than the older man’s one. I sucked and licked the boy’s penis for about 5 minutes until he withdrew it and made me get on my hands and knees on the bed. He then got behind me and began to stuck slowly his fingers into my vagina. I asked him too to wear a condom. He then took a condom from his pants and put it on his penis.

Next he rubbed his erect member at the entrance of my vagina and then he pushed it into me. As he was thrusting deeply into me, he said,
“Oh, you are moaning. You like this, huh?”

When he was still penetrating my vagina, the boy put a finger in my anus. I asked him to stop it, but he pulled out his penis from my vagina and rubbed it around my rectum. I told him I couldn’t do that and I was practically hysterical. He then said,
“Ok, I won’t hurt you, baby. You are a good girl.”

So he pushed again his penis into my vagina, pulling in and out of it, until he has ejaculated in the condom.
The boy then stood up and left the bedroom.

During the time the intruders were taking turns with me in the bedroom, one of them, whoever was not with me, would come out. I have learned later that he would go to the living room where Stephen was lying. He said to me that on several occasions he felt the gun pressed to the back of his head, and the subjects kept taunting him, asking to give them one reason why they shouldn’t go ahead and kill him.
In the meanwhile, when I was standing up from the bed, both intruders entered the room again and laid down on the bed each on one side of me. They started kissing me, sucking my breasts and licking my nipples. The older guy then made me get on all fours and positioned himself behind me. The younger guy got in front of me and pushed my head towards his penis. I began sucking it while the older guy pushed his erect penis into my vagina at the same time. I felt this time he too wore a condom. After some minutes I felt the older guy stucking something cold inside me, I did not know what it was, and I started freaking out.

When all was finished I found out that in the meantime Stephen, who was in the living room, realized that both intruders were back with me in the bedroom. So he got up and ran from the apartment, and upon the door slamming, the two guys stopped penetrating me and they chased after Stephen, who ran down the street looking for help.
He said to me that he could hear them yelling after him, and he heard what he thought were gunshots fired. At some point, he ducked behind someone’s house to hide from these individuals and started banging on their door. The couple that he awoke called the police thinking that he was trying to break into their apartment.

Officers eventually arrived and spoke with Stephen, who took them back to his apartment where they found me.
They then called out detectives and crime scene investigators. They were able to recover several condoms that had been used. We were taken then to the hospital where we was examined. They found out we haven’t suffered particularly great personal injuries.
Instead we had psychological and emotional injuries. My relationship with Stephen ended as a result of what happened and I felt compelled to leave Nashville and move to Grantham, in New Hampshire.