But she didn't let me

With my last breath I try to whistle but in the last moment she kiss me in the mouth. Her full lips cover mine in a sensual and intimate kiss but there is not passion there just cold and calculating intent to keep me from whistling.

While her mouth is on me, her hands grind my balls one against the other almost to the breaking point. Lost in agony I fall to the ground. She falls with me, her hands never letting go.

When we hit the floor she realizes I'm beyond the point where whistling is possible and breaks off the kiss. She looks me in the eyes for a moment and then murmurs in my ear -"Surrender now or I will break your balls in halves". To back her threat she digs into my nuts with her sharp nails.

In panic I yell my surrender.

The girl who welcome me into the tent raises the girl's hand and says

:"The boy looses and goes to the next match.