Training Trinity
Anynom
Don’t read this if you’re under 18 and don’t try this at home. Enjoy.
All it took was one role to boost you into Hollywood stardom.
The tricky part was holding onto that stardom and trying not to be a quick
fad. Carrie-Ann Moss had been working in
Hollywood quite a few years without major success. Minor tv guest star
parts, a minor part in "Models Inc." and a few forgettable
straight-to-video movies, nothing
really major.
That all changed in 1999, when "The
Matrix" became one of the biggest hits
of the year, hailed as a breakthrough in filmaking and snabbing several
Oscars for effects.
And Carrie-Ann was pushed to the forefront of Fame thanks to her role as
Trinity. Dressed in hot shades, a tight leather outfit with spectacular
kung-fu moves, she
became the new wet dream for a legion of
film buffs who had a woman to die for.
Since then, Carrie-Ann had finally seen her star rise. She was in the
movie "Red Planet" and had several other offers piling in. For the moment,
however, her
immediate future was fixed on making the two "Matrix" sequels. It wasn’t
as easy as it sounded. The Warchowski brothers wanted to pump things up to
the next level
for the new films and that meant Carrie had to learn some brand new moves
for the flick.
The training had been the hardest part for Carrie in the first film. She
had been expecting maybe a week or two, not the six months of hard work
the directors
insisted upon. She had broken her foot during the filming of the famous
lobby shoot-out scene, but had kept quiet for fear of being replaced. It
did all pay off, however,
so Carrie was willing to go the extra mile for the sequel, even if it did
involve even more of a workout.
It didn’t make things easier that her teacher was an expert fighter. Chin
was from Hong Kong, whose style of action filmaking the Matrix managed to
capture. He had
been a stunt coordinator there and had picked up a few tricks that had
gotten him some attention in the states. He had been hired to train the
stars for their expanded
roles and was able to boost their abilities a
bit.
Chin was a pretty friendly guy who spoke surprisingly good English. He was
in his thirties, a wry man with lightning fast reflexes and a terrific
athletic ability that
helped him in his work. His short black hair framed a humourous face that
always wore an ironic smile. As Carrie entered the small dojo he was
operating out of, she
saw him dressed in a light sweatshirt and jump pants, a good workout
outfit.
"A little late today," he said, lifting an eyebrow.
"Sorry," Carrie shrugged. "They’re still in the midst of Olympic fever,
ran into an impromptu parade."
"Never thought being in a movie would give you a front row seat to the
biggest athletic event of the year, did you?" Chin asked.
"Actually, I’m grateful it takes some of the heat off us," Carrie
shrugged, setting her bag down. "Between that, the Star Wars sequel and
this, we’ve got more
security in Sydney than the rest of Australia."
"Always good to be secure," Chin said, watching as Carrie moved to the
center of the small padded room. She was dressed in a light blue tank top
with a pair of
blue sweat pants. Her hair wasn’t quite as short as she had it in the
movie, the dark curly hair framing her beautiful face.
She smiled at Chin as she took a move toward him. "So, back to training?"
"Might as well," Chin said, moving into a stance of his own. "Let’s
begin."
The next few minutes were a blur to Carrie. It involved Chin making
several movements almost too fast for the eye to follow, his hands
striking out at her. There
was no real pain, just a few pinches here and there. Apparently, Chin
enjoyed making Carrie know how close he could come to a real blow but held
back, his fingers
merely hitting some points on her
arms and neck. Carrie could tell Chin was good. Hell, after only a few
minutes, she felt completely exhausted.
"Break, time, white flag," she announced as she stepped back, bending down
slightly and taking a few deep breaths, her hands on her knees.
"Oh, god, this is incredible. I can’t believe you made all those hits like
that. I barely saw any of them."
"A lot of practice goes a long way," Chin shrugged, moving a bit forward.
"There is one special move I wanted to try and teach to you."
"Give me a minute," Carrie said as she stood back up, pushing her hair
aside. "Nothing too major, is it?"
"Not quite," Chin said. He fixed his eyes onto Carrie’s and for the first
time, Carrie noticed how enticing his eyes were, a deep hazel brown that
seemed to bring all
of her attention into his eyes, his brilliant brown eyes. Carrie felt
light-headed suddenly, like a wave of dullness was washing over her mind.
All she could do was
continue to stare into Chin’s deep brown eyes, which threatened to swallow
her up. She was so intent on staring into his eyes, she barely noticed the
movement of his
hand as it came closer and closer to her face. Suddenly, two of his
fingers pressed into the center of her forehead, spreading apart.
Instantly, Carrie’s conscious mind
shut off, her eyes slamming shut and her body collapsing like a puppet
with its
strings cut.
Chin looked down at the sleeping actress, satisfied. What no one knew
about Chin was that he was a great study of the ninja arts. Not the ninja
fools stereotyped
by movies, but the true ninja, the masters of stealth and assassination.
One great trait of the ninja that Chin uncovered was the long-lost art of
ninja mesmerism, older
and far more effective than simple hypnosis. All it took was the tweaking
of a few nerves, which Chin had done during his sparring with Carrie. The
last pinch, coupled
with his mesmerizing stare, did the trick. Chin had used the art on a few
women in the past, but none so attractive as Carrie. He knew she was in a
deep trance state
now and could not disobey any of his commands.
"Carrie, rise and undress, then kneel."
A few moments later, Chin was looking down at a highly attractive naked
woman. Carrie was kneeling before him, her pert breasts nicely shaped, as
was her ass.
The tuft between her legs was a bit more bushy than he expected, but that
was all right with him. Chin reached down and undid his pants, letting his
full cock pop out of
its prison.
"Carrie, suck my cock."
Without any hesitation, Carrie moved forward, her head going to Chin’s
cock, reaching up to hold the shaft before taking it in her mouth. She
slowly began to suck at
it, her mouth moving up and down the shaft, her tongue snaking around it
at the same time, taking it deep down her throat. She moved a bit off her
knees, her ass no
longer on the floor as she continued to suck at
Chin’s shaft, her tongue continuing to lick the tip of the penis as she
did, gorging herself on his cock as he held her
by the shoulders, bringing her in closer with each long, lush suck. He
gripped her shoulders hard as he came, letting his wad blast down Carrie’s
throat, the lovely
woman sucking it all down like a pro.
Within moments, Chin was undressed and sitting on the floor across from
Carrie. He took a moment to admire her lovely body and face, a dribble of
semen
dripping from her chin. Chin spread his legs apart, his cock still hard
and ready for action. He took Carrie and brought her to him, sliding his
cock into her ready pussy.
Chin held Carrie close as he began
pumping himself in and out of her pussy, his cock working hard at her
snatch. Carrie moaned as he felt her inside him,
her conscious will and thoughts cut off by a few nerve blockings. All she
could comprehend was the incredible feelings of desire and pleasure within
her. Her ass
rubbed against the carpet of the dojo as Chin brought her closer and
closer with each powerful pump of his hard cock inside of her. His hands
roamed around her
body, her hips, her ass, her breasts, all over as he kept on
pumping into her. Within moments, they orgasmed together, Carrie throwing
her head back in ecstasy as the wave of pleasure rolled over her.
In a few minutes, Carrie was redressed, with Chin across from her, both
standing. Chin reached forward and gave a small pinch to the side of
Carrie’s neck. Her
eyes blinked open and fixed on him.
"Whoa," she said softly. "That was a workout."
"In more ways than one," Chin smiled. "We’re out of time today. I guess
we’ll have to work on this more tomorrow."
"Hope so," Carrie said, nodding at the instructor. "Looking forward to
what you’ve got planned."
"So do I," Chin said, his smile still on as he thought of the ways he