No

Intimidated and aroused in equal parts by Sarah's aggressive attitude, you shake your head wordlessly, not daring to voice any complaints. Sarah steps even closer, smirking at your display of submission. "Really? Don't even want something for that stomach of yours?"

You hesitate, shaking your head again as your erection throbs even harder. Sarah's increasingly domineering manner is shifting your thoughts away from food and towards sex by the second, yet she' s apparently not satisfied with just making you back down.

"C'mon bitch. You want something for your stomach, right? Just nod once." The pressure she puts on you as she speaks, then stares you down, eventually prompts you to briefly bob your head in acknowledgement.

There's no warning in her expression or body language, Sarah suddenly swings her fist up and hits you in the stomach hard enough to make you bend over in pain. You wheeze, winded and staggering as Sarah laughs.

"There you go. Something for your stomach. Have a drink too." Sarah contemptuously spits on the floor, and you only pause for a moment before her gaze has you on your hands and knees, licking her saliva off the - fortunately recently cleaned by you - floor.

Laughing at the sight, Sarah gives you a good-natured kick and heads over to her newly acquired bag of supplies, apparently planning to take something out for your training...