Harley tests your sense of humor

"I know, let me tell you a joke," she says, as she sits bouncing on your chest with excitement. "This one would have Mr J simply howling every time I told it, and I told him it an awful lot."

She looks at you, and where she's sitting. "Sorry, sugar, but I need to re-position my beautiful bod for this one," she says, spinning her lithe body around on you, so that she's still on your chest, but now with her back to you, her perfect round black-and-red-clad ass jutting out toward your face. "There, that's better. Don't know if you've heard this one before, but just in case..." she says, and slides herself back further so that she's sitting on your face, "this will keep you quiet. Don’t want you to _butt _in."

You lie beneath her, plunged into darkness, as you hear her giggling, then feel her weight on you shifting as she bends forward, her costume's crotch moving over your mouth.

"What kind of line is this?" she asks, as you feel her sharp fingernail trail a line on your body, starting at the top of your left thigh, then traveling across your {if@ Male==true}balls{else}labia{endif}, and finishing at the top of your right thigh.

She pauses, as she bends forwards further, lifting off your face, letting you once again see and breathe, and then she yells out the answer.

"It's a punchline!" She slams her fists into your poor {if@ Male==true}scrotum{else}pussy{endif} endlessly, her crazed laughter drowning out your cries of pain.

Finally she leaps off you, and looks down at you, chained up and still writhing on the padded ground.

"Hmmmm, interesting," she says, writing something down in a notepad. "Maybe we should try that again. Would you like that?" she asks, leaping back down onto your chest. "Or should we investigate some of those other responses?"