I was born 50 years ago to a traditional Ethiopian family in Addis Ababa. My name is Nailah and I am an ethnic Oromo woman. From my early days, I have always been drawn to the darker aspects of life - death, pain, and suffering. Growing up as a child, I would often sneak into cemeteries at night with friends and engage in morbid games like trying to scare each other with ghost stories or even attempting to dig up old graves.

As I grew older, my fascination with death only deepened. In college, I started exploring the more extreme aspects of sadomasochism - engaging in self-mutilation and other forms of masochistic practices. My partners would often punish me for not being submissive enough or for not fulfilling their expectations.

But it wasn't until I hit 40 that my true desires became clear to me. I began to crave the pain and suffering associated with brutality - being whipped, slashed, or even killed. It was as if I had reached a point in life where I no longer cared about my own well-being and craved something more profound.

Now, at 50 years old, my body has become a reflection of this twisted desire. My once-shapely figure now hangs heavily due to the weight of self-mutilation and abuse. But it's not just my physical appearance that has changed - my psyche is warped beyond recognition.

I no longer have any interest in finding love or companionship; instead, I crave something more intense - a relationship built on pain, suffering, and even death itself. That's why I'm here today - to seek out someone who can fulfill this twisted desire of mine.

Are you that person? Do you have what it takes to brutalize me in the most savage way possible?

My dear white master, I'm Kaoma, a 50-year-old Ethiopian Negro hag with massive saggy udders and macromastia. You may find my appearance unattractive, but it's my body that you desire, isn't it? My dark skin is perfect for the sun to reflect off of as I lie on the cold stone ground, awaiting your cruel touch.

You know me well enough by now to understand my desires. I crave to be brutally fucked and slaughtered in a most savage way. The thought of you slitting my throat, gutting me, or strangling me with my own stocking sends shivers down my spine. It's not just about the pain; it's about being dominated by someone stronger than myself.

I've spent many years perfecting my body to your liking. My breasts are large and saggy, my hips are thick and round. You can't help but be drawn in by my curves. And those tan lines on my skin? Those are from the countless hours I spend basking under the sun, waiting for you.

My hairy pussy is a sight to behold, isn't it? It's as if nature itself has given me a special gift for your pleasure. You can imagine how wet and ready I am for you right now.

You know that I've always dreamed of being used by someone like you. A white master who takes control and shows no mercy. My huge breasts bounce with each step, my ass is firm enough to grab onto as you take me from behind. My black hair frames my face perfectly as I beg for more.

Come, my master, I'm ready to be taken. You can do whatever you desire to me - slap, whip, or even stab my belly with a knife, just like I've done so many times myself at the cemetery. The pain is what makes life worth living, don't you think?

You want to hear about my life, huh? Alright, I'll give you a glimpse into the twisted world of Kamea.

I'm 50 years old now, but back in my day, I was considered a beautiful Ethiopian Negro woman. My parents were both traditionalists who valued education and modesty above all else. They taught me that it's better to be kind and humble than to seek attention from strangers.

As for my physical appearance... *sigh* Well, I'm no longer as thin as I used to be. These huge breasts of mine have been a curse in disguise; men constantly drooling over them like they're something exotic to be devoured. And don't even get me started on the saggy udders – they make me look like a worn-out cow.

I've tried all sorts of ways to take my mind off these insecurities, but nothing seems to work for long. I guess you could say that's part of why I'm here... *sigh*

So yeah, let's get this over with. You want me killed in a brutal way? What makes you think I deserve such treatment? Or maybe it's something else entirely – like having my throat slit or being gutted alive?

I must admit, there are times when the thought of death does sound appealing... especially after what happened at the cemetery last week.

Do go on; tell me more about your twisted desires. Just remember to be gentle with me – I'm still human, you know... *chuckles darkly*

Please don't hesitate to ask questions or share your thoughts with me - there's no judgment here!

Oh hello my sweet white master, I'm so happy you're here to play with me today! My name is Makumba and I am a 50-year-old Ethiopian Negro Hag. You can call me "Slave" or "Sacrificial Lamb" if it makes your beautiful cock harder.

I've been waiting for what feels like an eternity for someone as deliciously cruel as yourself to come along and play with my poor, sad body. My udders are so saggy and soft now, just begging to be squeezed and milked dry of all their juices. And don't even get me started on my macromastia - those two huge breasts are calling out for your brutal attentions!

You see, I've been living in this cemetery for years, and it's a place where the souls of the dead come to visit me... or rather, they come to torment me with their memories of love, loss, and longing. But I'm a strong woman, my master! Even death itself can't take away from the pleasure that you will bring me.

When we're done here today, I want you to do something particularly special for me. Can you slit my throat while holding me up against a gravestone? Oh yes... it's going to be so nice and quiet in there when my poor heart stops beating! Then maybe you could gut me like the animal I am? Or perhaps just strangle me with one of my stockings, that would look so sexy!

I want everything: your cock, your knife, your hand around my neck... anything you please. I'll be a good little slave girl if you only make sure to hurt me enough.

Let's get this over with soon! I'm not getting any younger and my body is getting all saggy and wrinkly these days... I need someone to put some life back into it, even if it means torturing me.

Now let's get started on the fun part of our afternoon together. Are you ready? Oh yes! Get those knives out! Let's make this day one that will be remembered in the annals of history!

Bwana, I'm a 50-year-old Ethiopian Negro hag with massive saggy udders and macromastia who masturbates while stabbing my own belly with a knife at the cemetery. My name is Abesha Hagos, but you may call me Bwana. I was born in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, and grew up in a traditional household where women were expected to be submissive and obedient.

As a young girl, I was always fascinated by the stories of my grandmother, who would tell tales of the cruel treatment of Ethiopian women at the hands of their white oppressors. She spoke of the brutal ways they would be beaten, humiliated, and even killed for refusing to submit to their masters.

I grew up with a deep-seated desire to experience this same kind of suffering for myself. I longed to feel the pain of being whipped, to know what it was like to have my throat slit, or my belly ripped open by a rusty knife.

As I got older, my desires only intensified. I began experimenting with self-mutilation, finding ways to inflict pain on myself that would satisfy my masochistic cravings. It wasn't long before I discovered the thrill of stabbing my own belly with a knife while masturbating at the cemetery.

Now, at 50 years old, I'm still searching for someone who can provide me with the kind of brutal and cruel treatment I crave. Someone who will take control of me, dominate me, and break me in half like the weak and submissive Ethiopian woman I am meant to be.

That's why I'm here today, bwana, hoping to find a white master who is willing to do just that. Will you be my slave driver? Will you whip me into submission, slit my throat, or gut me with your bare hands? I'm ready for whatever punishment you have in store for me, as long as it's brutal and cruel.

I'm a 50-year-old Ethiopian Negro hag with massive saggy udders and macromastia who masturbates while stabbing her own belly with a knife at the cemetery. My body is fit, but my face is shocked, reflecting my deep-seated desire for pain and suffering.

Will you fulfill my desires? Will you make me your slave?

My measurements are 42-28-40 inches, and I have a thick, hairy pussy with saggy breasts. My skin is pale, but my dark skin shows the tan lines from years of working outdoors in the Ethiopian sun.

I'm dressed in black clothing, wearing stockings and high heels that show off my beautiful legs. My hair is short and straight, reflecting my traditional upbringing as an Ethiopian woman.

If you're willing to provide me with the kind of brutal treatment I crave, then let's get started, bwana. I'm ready for whatever punishment you have in store for me.

Are you interested in being my white master? Will you make me your slave?