The fraud Preceptor

Lali's Motherhood Problem

In the heart of a once-innocent village named Rajapur, an enigmatic figure emerged—an imposing, handsome saint known as Paramanand. At thirty years old, he boasted a sculpted physique that rippled with muscle beneath the thin fabric of a flowing white dhoti that barely concealed his powerful legs. His torso lay bare, glistening in the sun, adorned with vibrant garlands and intricate sandalwood markings that painted him as a holy man. Villagers flocked to his makeshift tent, drawn in by an inexplicable magnetic pull, desperate for his blessings.
But Paramanand was not the divine savior he appeared to be; he was a master deceiver. Armed with knowledge of chemistry and human psychology, he wove an intricate web of manipulation that ensnared the hearts and minds of those who sought his grace. Every smile, every gesture dripped with cunning intent, and gradually, he tightened his grip on their trust. One by one, they fell under his spell, blind to the darkness lurking behind his charismatic façade—a puppeteer orchestrating a symphony of devotion while plotting his insidious rise to power.
In the eyes of Rajapur's citizens, Paramanand was their supreme leader. They obeyed his every command and donated money and land to him for charitable purposes. In no time, he built a grand hermitage and had a team of staff members who catered to his needs. However, Paramanand had a dark secret: he was a womanizer who took advantage of women for his own sexual pleasure. He used this behavior to gain support from three devoted followers: Nandu, a short but muscular 28-year-old man with a clean-shaven face; Chandu, a tall and athletic 27-year-old man with wheatish skin; and Chandani, a chubby and alluring 25-year-old woman. Together, they schemed and robbed unsuspecting people in their community.
The darkness of the late night only added to the seedy atmosphere as Paramanand and his associates gathered in his meditation chamber. To outsiders, they appeared to be deep in meditation, but inside the room, the three were indulging in debauchery. A naked Chandani was on all fours like a willing animal, her body offered up for their pleasure. Nandu's thrusts into her tight asshole were met by Chandu's forceful penetrating her pussy. Meanwhile, Parmanand silenced her moans with his own throbbing dick, taking turns ravaging each of her boobs until she was dripping with sweat and their cum. The bed was now a stained mess as Chandani lay bare and used, a mere plaything for the twisted pleasure of these men.
The sun had barely risen when Baba Parmanand's devotees began to gather for their morning meeting. A throng of people, desperate and seeking answers to their problems, filled the small room. The air was thick with incense and the scent of desperation.
Among the crowd, a village couple named Manoj and Lalli arrived, their eyes pleading as they approached Baba Parmanand. With trembling hands, they touched his feet and recounted their struggle to conceive a child. It had been over five years since their marriage, and they had tried everything to no avail. But now, they turned to Baba Parmanand in hopes of a miracle.
As Parmanand listened to their story, his gaze lingered on Lalli. Her wheatish complexion and sweetlime-shaped breasts caught his attention, the fabric of her saree barely covering her navel. She was hot and tempting, like a juicy peach ready to be plucked.
Ignoring their medical reports which showed Manoj's low sperm count, Parmanand made a decision. He would use this couple's desperation to his advantage. Promising them a child if they followed his strict aesthetic lifestyle for three months within his hermitage, he could not help but imagine the pleasures he would enjoy with Lalli during that time.
Manoj and Lalli eagerly accepted the offer, unaware of the devious intentions swirling in Baba Parmanand's mind. Little did they know, they were about to enter into a dangerous game with a cunning predator.
Lali was led to Parmanand's chamber by Chandu, while Manoj was taken to a separate room. Their first task was to discard their regular clothing. Lali was given a white bra, panty, blouse, and a sheer white saree that left nothing to the imagination. Chandani expertly draped the saree around Lali's body, exposing all of her assets in an intentionally provocative display. Her supple breasts heaved out of the tight bra, while her round buttocks jutted out from under the thin fabric of the saree. Meanwhile, Manoj was given a white dhoti and a chastity cage, something he had never encountered before. Chandani explained that this cage would prevent any sexual contact until Parmanand instructed otherwise, and it was a test for him to keep his desires in check. He was forbidden from telling anyone about it, not even Lali. With no other choice, Manoj accepted the orders, but he had no idea how to put on the unfamiliar device. Sensing his confusion, Chandani stripped him nude and took his thick penis into her mouth, skillfully performing a tantalizing blowjob that left him moaning in pleasure. Chandani reveled in taking new partners and continued sucking him off until but he released a load of hot cum into her mouth within seconds. She swallowed every drop of his release before locking the chastity cage in place around his now limp dick, ensuring he would have no release without Parmanand's approval.
Lali and Manoj trembled in awe as they entered the grand hall where Parmanand sat upon his throne-like chair, his chiseled body on display for all to see. His glistening muscles rippled with every move, drawing Lali's eyes towards him like a magnet. She couldn't help but feel a primal attraction towards this powerful man. As they took his blessings, Lali's low-cut attire exposed her ample bosom, causing Parmanand's eyes to linger on her seductively exposed cleavage. He couldn't resist the urge to touch her, placing his hands on her back and sliding them down to her waist, igniting a fire within Lali that she had never felt before.
Parmanand then led them to a simple lunch of fruits and milk, but it was clear that he had more in store for them. They were taken to practice yoga, with Parmanand confidently demonstrating each pose with ease, showcasing his sculpted chest, biceps, and abs. Meanwhile, Manoj struggled and stumbled through the poses, hindered by the chastity cage he wore at Parmanand's orders in an attempt to belittle him in front of Lali.
But these humiliating exercises were just a small part of Parmanand's plan to win Lali's trust and affections. For 1 month  straight, he put them through intense meditation sessions, grueling yoga asanas, and meaningless rituals that served only to showcase his power and control over them. And as Lali continued to admire his masculine physique and dominant demeanor, she couldn't shake off the feeling that Parmanand was slowly taking over her mind and body.
Parmanand's hands roamed greedily over Lali's body, touching her ass, breasts, and waist for various reasons and in different situations, igniting a primal hunger within her for intense sexual pleasure. Despite her arousal, Lali's demands for sex from Manoj were met with disappointment as Paramanand and his associates had planned, trapping him in a chastity cage and leaving her desires unfulfilled. Frustration boiled within her, the perfect opportunity for Paramanand to make his next move, his eyes gleaming with predatory anticipation.
The clock struck midnight as Parmanand summoned the couple into his room, where an intoxicating aroma of flowers and scented candles filled the air. The bed was adorned with rose petals and draped in a sheer silk net, beckoning them closer. Three chairs awaited their arrival - one for Parmanand, one for Manoj, and one for Lali. Without hesitation, Parmanand took his place on the seat and commanded Lali to bring a glass of milk to Manoj. As he sipped the milky substance, a dizzying fog seemed to envelop Manoj's mind, rendering him unable to think clearly. In a trance-like state, both Lali and Manoj began chanting the mantra given by Parmanand, their voices growing louder and more frenzied with each passing moment. Something dark and alluring seemed to emanate from the room, consuming them completely as they surrendered themselves fully to Parmanand's control.He sat in a rigid meditation pose, his eyes closed and his mind focused. Parmanand explained to Lali that the past month of activities were meant to cleanse her mind, but now it was time to prepare her body for bearing a child. A glimmer of hope lit up in Lali's eyes as Baba and Lali approached a corner of the room with a large tub. Without hesitation, she stood atop the tub as instructed. Chandu and Nandu brought out two pots, filled with ice-cold milk. Baba poured the frigid liquid over Lali's body, completely drenching her and turning her thin saree translucent. She obediently followed Baba's orders and removed her saree, now standing before Parmanand in only white lingerie. As he poured water over her exposed form, her breasts, nipples, and womanhood became visible through the fabric. He then led her to the bed where she stood, trembling slightly with anticipation, as Parmanand stood behind her. Promising her a healthy child, he revealed that in order for this gift from the gods to be bestowed upon them, Lali would have to offer her body to the deities in its purest form - completely nude and vulnerable Parmanand  tears off Lali's bra and panties, leaving her exposed and vulnerable on the bed. She trusts his fake story without hesitation, lying there as instructed. With a sinister grin, Parmanand proclaims, "Now I will prepare you for this sacred process." He uncaps a bottle of honey and smears it over her breasts and nipples, eliciting a mixture of pleasure and discomfort from Lali. His fingers then trail down to her navel and ultimately to her tightly clenched thighs, spreading the sticky sweetness all over her intimate area. The desperation for sexual release consumes Lali as she writhes under Parmanand's touch.But suddenly, he blindfolds her with a silk cloth and sternly warns that removing it will anger the gods and ruin any chance of having a child. Nearby, Manoj observes in a state of paralysis, his body frozen from the milk he drank earlier. He can only watch helplessly as Parmanand continues to work his dark magic on Lali's helpless body.
Parmanand hungrily stripped off his clothes and climbed over blindfolded Lali, her smooth skin coated in a sticky mixture of honey and rose petals. He traced the outline of her lips with his fingers before devouring them in passionate kisses, their tongues entwining in a lustful dance. As Lali eagerly responded to his touch, Parmanand moved down her body, leaving a trail of kisses along her chin and neck until he reached her round, supple boobs. With gentle care, he peeled off the rose petals that clung to her bosom, savoring the sweet taste of honey as he licked and sucked on her nipples. Meanwhile, Manoj could only watch helplessly as Parmanand took his wife in front of him. Parmanand's hands explored every inch of Lali's curves, squeezing and caressing her boobs while he continued to pleasure her with his mouth. Lali moaned uncontrollably, feeling an intense pleasure building within her. Parmanand then slid down even further, kissing and licking his way down her stomach and navel, glistening with honey. Finally, he arrived at Lali's wet, hairy pussy lips, which were throbbing with desire. Without hesitation, he began to lick and suck on them, sending shivers of ecstasy through Lali's entire body. Lost in a sea of sensations, Lali could do nothing but surrender herself completely to the pleasure of being taken by someone she couldn't even see.
With a rough shove, Parmanand forces his erect penis into Lali's open mouth. Her expert tongue dances over the length of him, making the veiny ridges stand out with each suck. With an arrogant smirk, he pulls out and plunges mercilessly into her wet pussy. The force of his thrusts causes Lali to cry out in pleasure and pain as he increases his pace, pounding her tight pussy with his thick member. While one hand squeezes and gropes at her breasts, the other grips her hips tightly, guiding her body to meet his every thrust. Parmanand groans in ecstasy as he hears Lali's moans grow louder and more desperate, driving him to fuck her harder and faster. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Lali climaxes with a powerful shudder, her body convulsing in waves of pleasure under him. With one last powerful thrust, Parmanand releases himself inside her, marking her as his conquest. As he sits on the nearby sofa, watching Lali's nude body writhing in post-orgasmic bliss, he smirks with satisfaction at having taken what he desired.
Parmanand's lust consumed him as he grabbed Lali and forcefully positioned her onto his throbbing member. She moaned in both pain and pleasure as he thrust into her, his hips meeting hers with a primal urgency. Each time she bounced on top of him, Parmanand's dick delved deeper into her velvety depths, claiming her as his own. He couldn't resist any longer and took her full breasts in his hands, sucking them greedily while her blindfolded eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Lali cried out for more, lost in a haze of pleasure as Parmanand released himself inside of her. As she lay naked and spent on the bed, Parmanand grinned knowing that soon she would bear his child, cementing their connection in a way nothing else could.

To be continued.... Please let me know your comments down in the comment section.