La Shonda makes a break for the cliff.

La Shonda knew her virginity was in peril. If I don't get away from this guy out quickly my hymen is done for! But how? If I kick him in the dick he'll scream bloody ****. That crazy man and god knows who else would come running. Then it's welcome to gang **** city. Fuck fuck fuck! I need to get to the cliff but how do I lose this guy in the process?

The ebony vixen settled on the only course of action she thought had a chance at success. Climbing trees worked once it should work again. I need to put some distance between me and Jackie Chan here though. If he knows I'm up in the canopy he will be able to easily track me.

Without warning the Asian man rushed her. La Shonda side stepped and buried a kick squarely in his abdomen. I didn't take kickboxing at the Y twice a week for 5 years for nothing mother fucker. She thought with satisfaction as the Asian man dropped to his his knees wheezing from having the breath kicked out of him.

La Shonda didn't waste any time. She grabbed her supply bag and bolted toward the cliff. Running as fast as she could while still looking for a suitable tree to climb. Much to her dismay only scrawny trees no more than ten feet tall were all that she saw. The farther she ran they only became shorter and thinner.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! La Shonda's mind screamed. Memories from Mr. Jenkins high school ecology class coming back to her. The closer I get to the cliffs the thinner and rockier the soil will be. The land won't be capable of supporting large vegetation. Fuck, I had almost forgot. I would have paid more attention in ecology if I had know that one day I would be stranded on an island being hunted by fifty horny men who all wanting to fuck me sideways. Ugh! Think La Shonda. Where will the soil be strong enough to support large trees?

Suddenly it dawned on her. Brought on by an old hymn her Grams used to sing. Like a Tree Planted by the Waters. Grams used to sing that while doing the dishes. I have to head toward the streams. La Shonda stopped. Peering up into the sky to get her bearing she realized she was no country girl. Damn it how do you tell directions by the sun? Fuck I need to head... Northish? I think? Crap let me check the map. In the distance she heard the sound of something heavy crashing through the underbrush. Sounds like Jackie Chan got his second wind. Great, no time for map checking now. Going with just her instincts La Shonda dashed in the direction that to her best guess she assumed was north.

After what felt like she had been running for forever she finally saw her quarry just ahead. She allowed herself to stop in order to catch her wind. With hands on knees while sucking in deep breaths La Shonda tried to egg herself on for one last dash. It's only a hundred yards girl. You were all state in track. You got this easy.

La Shonda sprinted into the clearing that stood between her and escape from her current predicament. When she had crossed just over half way two naked men emerged from the tree line. One was a big muscular white dude who resembled a brick more than a man. At the site of long sleek black vixen his manhood started to stir. The other was an aristocratic looking Latino. His long lean muscular frame glistening in the sun with the same sheen as his slicked backed hair. The sight of ebony beauty brought a beaming smile to his face. La Shonda halted like a deer caught in headlights. She turned on her heels to flee these new foes. No sooner had she spun around the Asian man burst from the thicket from which she had just left.

Damn it girl you should have stood your ground when it was one on one. Then if Jackie Chan had underestimated you you might have stood a chance. How the fuck are you going to get away from these three?