Jon was suspicious and only drank half his drink.  So several hours of Rita screaming in orgasm eventually woke him up, as Rita and the girls were winding down.  He tiptoed out of the room leaving his girlfriend (and everyone else) to their fate, and started sneaking toward the front door.  He heard it as his hand touched the handle.<br/>"CLICK-CLACK"<br/>Hillbillies.  Double barreled shotguns.  It was stereotypical but he turned around to see both barrels of a cocked and loaded shotgun staring him in the face.<br/>"Not a nice night for a walk, shugah", said Sue-Anne.  "Unless you're fast enough to outrun one barrel of buckshot and one rifled 12 gauge slug."  Sue-Anne doesn't take her eyes or her aim off you for a second as she yells "GIRLS!  We got a runner!  Bring the handcuffs and gear, we've go to stash 'em now!"<br/><br/>Sue-Anne keeps you covered while the girls strip you and handcuff you.  They're careful to leave aiming space so Maw can blast you, without blasting them.  You're still dizzy from the spiked drink and you know you're at a severe disadvantage if you try to fight.  Of course, if you want to get out quick and (relatively) painless, now's your chance).