Personal Cheer

"Give me a cheer," Frank said, sitting down in the chair his cheerleader had been sitting in.

"Of course!" said the redhead. She took a deep breath.

"Ready? Okay! 1, 2, 3, 4, I am Master's cheering whore! 5, 6, 7, 8, he makes me wanna masturbate!

He's so smart and super hunky! Makes other men look like they're monkeys!

I know this may sound pretty crass, but I want him to fuck my ass!"

She turned around and flipped up her skirt at that last part, giving her ass a little wiggle.

"How can I say no to that?" Frank asked. He stood up and inserted into his cheerleader's ass.

"Ah!" she moaned.

"Anal virgin?" Frank asked.

"Mmmhmmm," said his cheerleader.

Frank went as gently as possible, his cheerleader's moans echoing through the frozen streets.

He felt his load build up, then he ejected into her ass.

She readjusted her skirt.

"Thanks for being the first to fuck my ass, Master."

"No problem," Frank said. "Now, let's go home."

He went home, his cheerleader following dutifully behind him. He then saw a lithe brunette with a comely ass frozen mid-stride on the phone.

"Hmm," Frank said.

He hit the channel button, and the brunette stood now in a sexy French maid outfit, with a meek look on her face.

"Vould you like moi to clean ze table?" she said in a French accent. "Or perhaps I can clean your cock?"

Frank hit play and the maid unfroze.

"Come with us, maid."

"Oui, Monsieur," the brunette bowed.

They arrived back in Frank's room, where his three action figures still were.

"What are your names?" he asked his new servants.

They gave each other a look and laughed.

"What's so funny?" Frank asked.

"Ve are your toys, Monsieur," said the maid.

"Our names are whatever you want them to be!" said the cheerleader.

So the remote really was turning the frozen people into toys, both in body and mind? That was really something...