Best Served Cold

“Zarina, where are we going?” Abdul asked, for what seemed like the hundredth time.

“My dear husband, constantly asking the same question again and again will not change my answer. It’s a surprise. For your birthday.” Zarina, Abdul’s wife, said.

Zarina and Abdul had been married for over seven years by now. They had two daughters aged six and three respectively. Theirs was an arranged marriage set up by their respective families. Zarina was told when her marriage would but not with whom while Abdul had been at least informed about Zarina’s background first. Zarina was dressed in the typical garb of a Muslim woman. From head to toe, she was covered in black fabric. Her body was covered in a flowing gown of black fabric which reached her ankles and completely covered her arms. A black scarf was tightly wound around her head in the form of a hijab. Since she was in the car with only her husband around, she had lifted her niqab or face veil and flipped it over her head to reveal her face.

Abdul, on the other hand, was dressed in a formal attire. He wore crisp ironed pants and a white shirt. His coat was discarded over the back seat for the time being. He was following the directions to a location pointed by the navigation system built into their car. Abdul was extremely frustrated as they had been driving for two hours now on the national highway. The closest city was at least fifty to sixty kilometres behind them. All around them was vast desert with no living soul evident. A change was soon indicated in the navigation system. It informed Abdul to veer into a small road away from the highway.

“Where the fuck is this place? We are going to get lost, I am telling you.” Abdul said.

“Shush now. We are nearly there. Just another half an hour they had said from the highway.” Zarina said.

Abdul controlled his outburst and kept on driving. Half an hour of silence later they encountered the first instance of greenery in the unforgiving desert. This interested Abdul immensely. If there was an oasis that his wife was taking him to then it would be the best birthday gift he would have ever had from his wife. Five minutes later, the greenery was accompanied by brick houses and shanties. Here and there people from the locality were visible and going about their work. Ten more minutes and they finally reached their destination. It turned out to be a ranch in the oasis. Abdul killed the engine and sat staring at the entrance. There was a big sign board which said Hameed’s Pony Farm in Arabic.

“We are here to buy ponies?” Abdul asked, incredulously.

“Something like that. Come on, let’s go inside.” Zarina said, flipping the niqab down over her face.

She opened the door and got out. Abdul had to retrieve his coat and follow. It wasn’t as if he could go against her wishes. A small dirt path led to a wooden house. Abdul and Zarina walked up the stairs where a man in the traditional garb of an Arab had come out to receive them.

“Welcome to my ranch, honoured guests. My name is Hameed. I am the owner and manager at this ranch. How may I serve you?” Hameed said.

Hameed was a strongly built man with an impressive height. Abdul’s mind conjured up an image of a stallion just looking at the man. He shook his head to disperse that image from his mind.

“Brother, I am Zarina Al Bashir, daughter of Sheikh Rezza. This is my husband, Abdul Al Bashir. We are here to check out the order I placed with you.” Zarina said, demurely.

Abdul gave a surprised look towards Zarina. Zarina ignored him and maintained eye contact with Hameed.

“My lady, welcome to my humble business. Please come in. Your package is ready and waiting for you.” Hameed said, with a deep bow.

Hameed went in through the door and Zarina finally looked towards Abdul. She gestured for him to go first and he reluctantly followed. He wasn’t sure what to expect as he went inside but it turned out to be a reception room. The decor was plush and the air conditioning was running on full blast. Abdul let the cool air relieve some of the heat his body had soaked from the desert. Hameed approached a wooden desk and retrieved a key from one of the drawers.

“Please follow me.” Hameed said.

He led Abdul and Zarina through another door. The door led to a long passage way that ended up connecting to a big barn. Abdul was silent as he entered the barn. There was a row of stalls separated by wooden walls about head high. Hameed approached the middle stall and used the key to unlock the wooden door. What Abdul saw inside shocked him to the core. Standing inside was a woman who had been transformed in such a way that she did not seem to be one. The best way Abdul could describe her was that she had been decorated as one would decorate a horse. She was completely bare. Barren of all clothing as well as any body hair. Her bald head was covered in a complicated kind of metal harness. The harness held a metal rod or a bit in the woman’s mouth just behind her teeth. A thin line of drool was dripping down from her chin. Something nagged at Abdul’s mind. The face of the woman seemed familiar. He tried to remember where he had seen it before.

A heavy looking metal collar graced the woman’s neck. A small bell hung from one of the d-rings on the collar. Her arms disappeared somewhere behind her back pushing her shoulders and her voluptuous breasts hung out proud. Tiny rings were hanging from each of her nipples. A leather corset around her waist gave the woman a fine hourglass figure. A metal belt was wound around her waist with a  part of the metal strap going down between her legs covering her crotch. The woman wore a weird kind of shoes that looked more like a horse’s hoof than normal shoes. Just above the shoes, her ankles were secured together by a set of ankle cuffs connected together by a short metal chain. The woman’s eyes had widened as soon Abdul and Zarina came into view. She started making unintelligible mewling sounds as soon as they had entered.

“Oh, someone is excited to meet its new owners.” Hameed said, jovially.

Those words immediately dampened the intensity of the woman’s mewling. Hameed turned back towards Abdul and Zarina.

“Brother Hameed, would you be kind enough to explain the various features that come with this package? I had ordered this package for my husband as a birthday gift. I am sure he is excited to hear all about it.” Zarina interjected.

“Man, you are one lucky son of a bitch to have got yourself such a loving wife. Pardon my language, sister.” Hameed said with a wink.

Zarina simply nodded her niqab covered head indicating that she did not mind.

“Alright, let’s see. Standing before you is a deluxe special pony. With a standard pony, you get basic leather bondage. Nothing fancy. Easily degrades and some ponies are smart enough to get out of those. With a deluxe pony, you get metal restraints like this one but not as sturdy and they need to be secured with locks at various positions and points to secure the pony. Very difficult to put on as well as to keep it maintained. However, with the deluxe special pony, all the metal that you see on its body is industrial grade metal that has been welded together in place. This metal is so strong that it needs a very special high intensity cutter to take apart. Your pony is as secure as I can be in these restraints.” Hameed said, beaming.

A faint mewl had escaped the woman’s mouth as soon as she had heard Hameed’s words. Hameed ignored the mewling sounds completely.

“A special epilation process has been performed all over the pony’s body making it completely hairless for the rest of its life. This was specially done to reduce the work required on the owner’s part in its maintenance. Grooming the pony will now be an effortless task. We did save a few of its hair and fashioned a sort of tail out of it. You can take a look yourself.” Hameed said, turning the woman around so that her backside was visible.

A tail of knee length blond hair was protruding out of the woman’s anus.

“The tail looks so natural coming out of its asshole. How is that achieved?” Zarina asked, curiously.

“We fashioned an anal plug to hold it in place. We remove the plugs from its ass once every day for cleaning and hygiene purpose. The plug is designed in such a way that it latches onto the metal belt around her crotch and waist once pushed inside its asshole. It can only be removed with a special lever preventing the pony from accidentally or intentionally ejecting it.” Hameed said, producing a small metal key like thing from his pocket.

He inserted the key into a very small hole near the tail and there was an audible click. He then pulled out the plug with an audible plop. The woman mewled and danced helplessly on her hoofs slightly as Hameed rammed the plug none too gently back inside her asshole. Another click sounded when it was sufficiently deep inside the woman’s asshole.

“Interesting.” was all Zarina said.

“Moving onto the head. It is again the same industry grade metal that forms the harness like structure around the head. The harness makes sure that the bit remains firmly placed behind the pony’s teeth. Attached to the bit is a metal plate that lays flat on the pony’s tongue making any intelligible speech impossible. The owners have the option to make this metal plate a permanent fixture of the bit or keep it detachable. Either way works fine. The blinders around its eyes prevent the pony from any kind of side ways vision. This helps the pony focus on the thing in front of her and prevent it from being distracted by peripheral vision. The leather blinders can be folded inward over its eyes if the owner feels that the pony has no need for vision at any point. The harness with the bit has been welded together into one single whole. I would not advise trying to remove it as you might accidentally split her head open.” Hameed said.

“What is the heavy ring hanging from its septum onto its upper lip for?” Zarina asked.

“This ring is for attaching ropes or belt or a leash to the pony’s head. It helps in navigating the pony when it is hitched to a chariot. You tug to the left to indicate a change in direction to the left side and vice versa for the right. The septum being a sensitive part of the pony’s head results in near perfect and immediate response from the pony.” Hameed replied.

“We will have to try that sometime.” Zarina said, in excitement.

“Coming to the limbs. The pony’s feet have been moulded into special shoes that end in hooves. As you can see the pony’s hooves have been currently hobbled to prevent long range motion. The chain between the cuffs can be varied as per the owner’s desire. This one is quite a spirited pony and has tried kicking its handlers in the past. Hence, we keep it hobbled always. The pony’s arms are held together behind its back inside this leather arm-binder. Underneath the arm-binder, thick metal bands encircle its wrists as well as the elbows and hold them together at nearly touching distance. This helps enhance the pony’s posture by pushing her shoulders behind and pushing its breasts forward. The metal bands too are a permanent fixture similar to the head harness preventing the arms from ever being moved into any other position.” Hameed explained, turning the woman around to show the restrained arms.

“Mmmmmpppphhhhh!” the heavily restrained woman screamed through the bit.

This earned a hard slap on her exposed buttock as a punishment and a muffled squeal from the woman.

“As I said, this is one spirited pony. Finally, we have the rest of the jewellery. The septum ring I have already explained. That along with the nipple rings as well as the metal collar around the pony’s neck allow the owner to tether the pony at any place they wish to. These can also be used to leash the pony and lead or parade it around. There is another special jewellery hidden underneath the metal belt that encircles the pony’s waist and crotch. This jewellery resides right on top of the pony’s clit. The clit was first aroused using a special technique and when it was at the height of arousal, the piercing was made at the base of its clit. A metal cap of the same grade as the rest of the metal was then placed on the aroused clit and welded in place permanently fusing it with the clit piercing. The metal cap in addition to the belt make sure that the pony always remains chaste and abstains from pleasure for the rest of its life.” Hameed concluded.

“Brother Hameed, this is better than I had imagined. Husband, what do you think? Your colour has completely drained off. What’s the matter?” Zarina asked.

“No ... I mean it’s nothing. I am completely fine. I just did not expect this. I can’t believe this is the gift you chose for me.” Abdul said, bewildered.

“Oh yes! Isn’t it perfect? My uncle Sheikh Amir recommended brother Hameed’s to me. He got a pet bitch for his daughter on her eighteenth birthday through brother Hameed. It turns out brother Hameed is in quite a lot of demand due to his exotic pets business.” Zarina replied.

Abdul gulped.

“Zarina, I am afraid I can’t accept this ‘gift’. How are we to take care of it ... this woman? Have you ever kept even an animal pet that you are planning to keep this?” Abdul said, trying to act miffed.

“Oh husband, don’t worry about that. I have already made arrangements for a full time caretaker to look after our pony. Making sure that our pony remains well maintained and healthy will be the caretaker’s first priority. Brother Hameed, would you give us a few moments to examine the pony in private?” Zarina said.

“Of course, my Lady. I will be outside if you need my assistance.” Hameed said and left them alone.

* * *

 Zarina had waited until Hameed left before she approached the helpless and restrained woman. She grabbed the woman’s chin with the fingers of her right hand and then turned the woman’s face first to the right side and then completely towards the left. Then she moved her hand down and pulled on the ring in the woman’s left nipple with her fingers.

“Mmmmppphhhhh!” the woman mewled aloud through her bit.

“Zarina, stop! What are you doing?” Abdul said, aloud.

Abdul had found some spine now that Hameed had left them alone.

“What? I am testing the pony. Don’t you remember the ruckus you had created when I had given you  a ‘lame’ gift for your last birthday? Can’t have a repeat of that, can I?” Zarina said, unperturbed.

“This has got to be a sick joke, Zarina. Let this poor woman go.” Abdul protested.

“Oh, this isn’t some poor woman. She used to be an adulteress and a husband stealer. And now, it can’t even be deemed to be a woman from any angle. It is just a pony now. Isn’t it, sweet-ling? You are my pony now.” Zarina said, possessively.

Abdul’s blood had suddenly run cold. Zarina’s words about the woman being an adulteress had triggered a forgotten memory. He looked closer at the heavily restrained woman’s face and recognition dawned on him. The poor woman was none other than Anne Locke, a woman in her mid twenties with whom he had had a fling on one of his past business trips.

“Anne!” Abdul whispered.

“Oh, so you do remember this slut here. At least you are man enough to acknowledge that. Sweet-ling, do you recognize that man? He is my husband. Someone who I used to think that was a pious Muslim man.” Zarina said, with a faint edge to her voice.

Abdul winced. Anne whimpered through her bit.

“Oh, what a reunion this is!” Zarina said, sarcasm palpable in her tone.

“Zarina, dear, whatever you think that happened between myself and Anne isn’t deserving of what has been done to her. I implore you to help get her out of this mess.” Abdul said, trying to convince Zarina.

“This is a mess of its own making, husband. It deserves to live the rest of its life as a dumb pony for what it did. It deserves to have a name. I think I will call this one Wafiyyah. It means loyal or faithful. Ironic, isn’t it? Calling her by something that she was not in her past life. Wafiyyah here will be the constant reminder as well as an example for those kafir women who try to lead good Muslim men astray with their kafir ways. Isn’t that right, husband?” Zarina said, in a tone that brooked no argument.

Abdul’s silence was evidence of his acquiescence. Zarina continued staring into Wafiyyah’s panic stricken eyes.

“There is no going back to your past life. Anne is dead now. However, a new life as Wafiyyah awaits you. I will personally oversee your training into an obedient little pony. If you try to fight me or try to escape, I will leave you out in the desert to make your own peace with death. And I can guarantee you that it will be ugly. Think over it while I do the final paperwork and make preparations to take you home with me.” Zarina said and stalked out of the stall.

Abdul followed meekly behind his wife like a whipped puppy. He did not even spare a backward glance towards Wafiyyah. Wafiyyah watched in helpless rage as the barn door swung shut leaving her alone with her miserable fate. Zarina chatted amicably with Abdul as they walked leisurely back towards the reception area.

“Wondering how you got caught?” Zarina asked, coyly.

Abdul felt silence was the best course of action so he did not say anything.

“Hubby, my father is Sheikh Rezza. He hasn’t become a business mogul by luck or chance. He is cunning and he has always had his eyes on you ever since you married me. Your frequent business trips tipped him off that something was amiss. He pulled in a few favours with a government intelligence officer and we had a tail on you. They got everything. Your shady business transactions overseas. Your extravagant spending as well as indulging into haram activities. And they uncovered Anne Locke and her relationship with you.” Zarina said, calmly.

Both of them had come to a stop. Zarina was facing ahead. Abdul stood close behind unable to lift his gaze from the ground.

“Father was furious. He wanted to drag you as well as the heathen bitch back here and make an example of you. However, I stayed his hand. I was the one who had been hurt and betrayed by your actions. I decided to exact my own revenge. The same intelligence unit that had tailed you was tasked with luring Anne over to Saudi Arabia on some pretext. She fell into the trap and was disappeared as soon as she landed here. She has been declared a missing person now presumed dead. Authorities on both sides are helpless as they can’t find any trace of the woman. She was handed over to Hameed and he started his work upon her immediately. You just saw the final result. He is quite efficient, I have to give him that.” Zarina said, finally turning back to face Abdul.

“Divorcing you would have caused a scandal which would have ruined both our families. I don’t think I can love you again after what you did to me. However, looking at Wafiyyah will ease some of my hurt and serve as a reminder for what I can do to you if I so wish to. You will amend your ways. I won’t forgive you but we will maintain our relationship for the prestige of both side of families. No more business trips for you, though. Your passport has been confiscated. Your accounts have also been hacked and their control turned over to me. You do as I say or suffer the consequences. I will leave it at that.” Zarina said.

She turned back and walked into the reception area. Abdul was left standing in the passage way stunned to the core. He was fucked and he knew that. He slowly trudged up into the reception area. He knew he would have to win back Zarina if he wanted to have any semblance of normal life back again.

Epilogue

Wafiyyah heard the door to her stall open. She strained her ears to determine who it was that had entered her stall. Her blinders had been folded in over her eyes blocking her vision completely. Soft feminine hands touched her bulging breasts gently. A few more modifications had been applied to her body after her new Mistress, Zarina, had brought her to this new barn. She had had these wide metal bands installed at the base of each of her breasts. They seemed to be made of the same industrial grade metal as her head harness and arm restraints. The bands were primarily responsible for the swollen shape of her breasts and the heightened sensitivity in her nipples. Wafiyyah couldn’t help but moan through her bit at the sensation those gentle caresses were causing.

Another modification that had been done was inside her mouth. The metal plate had been permanently fixed in place in her mouth making eating and making noises extremely difficult. Zarina always said that speech was lost on a dumb pony like her. The blinder flaps were pulled aside and Zarina’s naked form was revealed in front of her. Wafiyyah sometimes wondered why Abdul had slept with her when he had such a beautiful wife back at home. She was in no position to ask that question to Abdul as he was neither allowed into the barn nor was she ever released from the barn if he was around inside the house.

At that moment, Zarina was sitting on a wooden chair in a glorious naked pose. She had casually laid one arm over a hand rest while rubbing her pussy with her other hand. Zarina did not say a word. She kept gently rubbing herself until her breathing quickened. Slowly she built herself up to the edge and then in a furious rubbing motion got herself over the edge. Her expression screwed up in ecstasy while her entire body shuddered. Wafiyyah was aroused simply by looking at Zarina’s arousal. Yet, her pussy was sealed off from her. Her clit throbbed inside its metal prison unable to retract. Her pussy dripped precum which dribbled through the small slit in the chastity belt. Had her arms not gone numb and useless from being held constantly behind her back, Wafiyyah would have tried to rip the belt off of her crotch.

In the end, all Wafiyyah could do was pant from sheer want. Zarina opened her smoky eyes and got up unsteadily. She approached Wafiyyah’s standing form and rubbed her wet fingers under Wafiyyah’s nose and over her lips. A helpless moan escaped from Wafiyyah’s gagged lips. Zarina’s lips perked up in a coy smile. Zarina gave her a small peck on her left cheek and gently folded the blinder flaps back over her eyes. Wafiyyah heard the door to her stall open and then shut with a resounding click. She was left once again in silence and her own unabated arousal.

The End