The BSC in Hogwarts

Almost a hundred naked witches had made their way to the room of requirement and they were staring expectantly at Hermione who was standing on a raised platform like a stage. She hadn't even told Ginny what her plan was. Most of them had been hesitant when she tried to persuade them walk around without actively covering... this could make them all turn their backs on her immediately. Hermione shuddered to think what would happen if they made her face Umbridge alone; their support was the only thing keeping her sane. She couldn't delay speaking any longer, she decided to start with flattery.

"I've seen you all around the castle over the past week. You are all smiling and talking to each other and the men as if nothing has changed and I am so proud of you all."

The assembly gave a cheer. Hermione smiled, feeling encouraged, and continued.

"I have also seen Umbridge skulking round the castle, like a lost widemouth toad searching for a muddy pond to jump in."

The witches laughed, causing the mass of uncovered boobs to bounce playfully in front of Hermione for a moment. It took Hermione a second to stop staring at Ginny's slightly erect nipples, but most of the group was still chuckling so she reassured herself that no one would have noticed.

"Every time we relax our arms and casually reveal our bodies to our peers, every time we smile as we catch a wizard staring a moment too long, every time one of us feels happy and comfortable in our own skin, Umbridge feels powerless and her grip on Hogwarts is loosened."

The crowd cheered again. They had all gained confidence over the week since their last meeting. All of them now left their arms at their sides and not one of them seemed to be self conscious about it. Hermione knew that a handful of them would be shy if they were standing in front of clothed wizards, that would be a problem, but on the other hand, to see how far they had all come so quickly, when they only saw how it insulted Umbridge they could push themselves further than they would have dreamed before all this. That was what she was banking on.

"This is why I want to push further. I want to take Umbridge's enforced nudity, turn it around and slap her in the face with it. When Umbridge sees us acting as if it's only natural, it vexes her and only tempts her to escalate the exposure to feel powerful again. It is how she went from taking our clothes, to taking our dorms, taking our own hair that should be our right to own and finally using us as spank toys like her own sick playthings. I want to act first before her next cruel ****. Her first reaction would be to command us to put on clothes again. She will order us to dress in robes, just to make us file into line like the other uniformed Slytherins that follow her like dogs!"

The crowed gave a tepid clap and Desop-xe Dekan, a third year shouted, "What are we supposed to do? We're already naked and she's stopped taking volunteers in lessons?"

"That's right," answered Hermione, "Umbridge stopped using us as spanking targets because we volunteered, we made it our choice, not hers. Now she only uses the slaves, because they beg and plead and protest and give her the rush of power. What I want to do is take exposure a step further. We won't just let them look, we will actively invite them."

"What? Like just go up to them and bend over so they get a face full of arse?" A black haired witch shouted from the back which caused angry muttering to spread through the crowd. Hermione knew they weren't warming to the idea, but it was too late to back pedal now.

"No," said Hermione sternly, "I want to tell them about this during the DA meeting tomorrow and I want to establish a procedure then. I think that we should encourage them to ask to see us more. Let them know that if they ask nicely we will show them what they want. If they want us to bend over and have us spread our cheeks we will. If they want us to sit on a table and spread our legs so they can get a good look, we have nothing to hide. I want them to tell us apart by our pussies as much as our faces."

"You're expecting us to tell the boys we will bend and buckle to every command like dirty sex slaves? You're insane!" Hannah shouted and she was met with shouts of agreement.

"No! Not like sex slaves." Hermione assured, "Umbridge wants to make us sex slaves by stripping us of all choice, bit by bit. We are going to maintain our pride by making the choice ourselves. We can choose and decide if we think the wizards deserve a good look and we can own it. As soon as Umbridge sees us taking the next step for her it will drive her insane! She will want us to put on clothes again just because we act as if we don't need them. I know that the wizards will respect us more; they have been astounded that we survived past day one because they know they couldn't. Umbridge will be headmistress hear in name, but she will know as well as we do that she holds no real power.

The room was silent. Hermione didn't know if they were about to agree with her, laugh at her, or throw her to the squid.

"I think Hermione has a point." All heads turned to the airy melodic voice of Luna. "Hermione is right. Umbridge will be looking for new ways t control and humiliate us and I think the only way to stop it would be to get there first. "

"I agree!" Ginny chimed in, "We've been defensive and adapting to Umbridge for too long. It's time we took power back and as weird as it is, it might be the best way."

"Well of course you too are up for it. You've been strutting around in front of the men like a kneezle since day one. Some of us still care about our dignity." Hannah Abbot angrily responded.

"Actually," Parvati Patil spoke up, "I agree with Hermione too."

"And me!" Padma Patil, gripped the hand of her sister in support. The two witches smiled at each other then out towards the room. They were identical, head to toe, except for a cute mole just under Padama's left nipple that drew attention to her young, pert breasts,

More and more women voiced their agreement with Hermione's idea and barely a few stood against it. After half an hour of discussion, only Hannah Abbot and three others were still opposed to the idea. Almost everyone else had lost interest in the debate and had started chatting amongst themselves around the room. Hannah seamed to be the ringleader of the contrary group, Hermione knew that if she convinced Hannah, then the rest would follow.

"How can you expect me to believe that offering myself up for viewing like a piece of dragon meat?"

"The same way I offer myself up for a spanking in Umbridge's lessons. It's not about what we're displaying, it's that we're choosing to do it for us, not being **** to by that bat!" Hermione sounded exasperated and was debating giving up when Ginny tried a different approach.

"I have an idea," Ginny began, "Hannah, you can't imagine a request like these... presentations, being made with any respect. So why don't I ask Hermione respectfully to present for us and you can see how it should work?"

Hermione paused in shock. She knew she would have to do it first, but she wasn't expecting so soon.

"Yes. I er... think you're right. Ginny, um... ask me to present."

"Hermione, you have a beautiful bottom. Could you please bend over so I can look at it better?"

Hermione was amazed at Ginny's ease, as if it was the most natural thing in the world o ask. She felt herself turn and bend as low as she could, almost believing she was dreaming.

"You look wonderful," continued Ginny, which only made Hermione more aware of the view she was displaying, "could you spread your cheeks so I can get a better look?"

"Um... okay." Hermione couldn't believe she agreed to that, she briefly thought about changing her mind, but she knew this was the only way to convince Hannah. Hermione grabbed her cheeks and pulled. The room had gone silent when she bent over, but now she could feel them all looking at her. She could feel a hundred pairs of eyes staring at her most intimate secrets, well, former intimate secrets. Her face flushed red and felt hot, but the heat also built up between her legs. Could they tell? Could Ginny and Luna and Hannah see she was aroused by this? Would they think she was a slut who just wanted to flaunt herself like a **** in front of the world? Would this turn them against her, when she was so close to having everyone on her side again?

"Thank you Hermione, that was very brave. I think we all saw that this can be done with dignity."

Hermione stood up, blushing harder, she was about to speak, but before she could address the room someone started clapping and then more and before she knew it, the room was filled with rapturous applause.

Once the applause died down, Hermione turned to Hannah, "So, do you see, when we do this together, when we make the choice ourselves, there is dignity and even pride in it. We're not pretty playthings, we make our own decisions and Umbridge can't take it from us this time."

Hannah looked **** and didn't speak for a moment. "I think you're right Hermione. Fine. I'll go along with this... presenting... but I need time to get used to it."

Hermione embraced Hannah in a tight hug. "That's all you need Hannah! You will get used to it!"

Hannah, taken aback, said nothing.

Once the room was settled, Hermione started to bring the meeting to a close, but Desop-Xe interrupted,

"We need a name!"

"What?" Replied Hermione, startled at the interruption.

"The first thing discussed in the DA was what they should be called. We should do the same thing. What should this group be called?"

"Well I don't know, we could discuss-"

"The bare pussy club!" The blonde muggle born Hermione had spoken to at the last meeting called out.

"Don't be crass, Alice." Hermione scolded as the wave of laughter ended. Although it was good, thought Hermione, that Alice was so much more at ease - it had only been one week, but wow.

"Naked Students of Dumbledore's Army Protection? Because the only reason we're here is to protect each other."

Hermione thought about it for a moment then suddenly gasped and hurriedly said, "No, no we are not using that name?"

"Why not, I think it works?"

"Muggle history, I really can't let you use that name." Hermione saw the realisation set in among the muggleborn students and a few half bloods.

"How about the bare sorceress' coven? Less than two hundred years ago witches would form covens to protect each other from attacks by muggles and hostile magical creatures. That 's what we've done, we created a coven to protect each other." Desop-Xe had spoken, she blushed as everyone looked at her, but didn't say more.

"I like that." Said Hermione, almost all the witches murmured in agreement. "So it's setted; we are the Bare Sorceress' Coven, how about BSC for short?"

The coven agreed and with nothing else to say, Hermione dismissed the room. Finally, only Ginny and Hermione remained, they walked back to the dungeons together and Ginny tightly grasped Hermione's hand. Hermione didn't know what to make of it she knew she liked the contact so squeezed Ginny's hand in her own.

After a minute Ginny broke the silence, "So how do you plan on telling Harry?"

"Sorry?"

"How are you going to tell Harry and then the whole DA that we have agreed to actively display ourselves when asked? I knew that I had to be respectful to you to convince the coven you were right. Some of those wizards might not be so gentle."

"Well Harry and Ron are well respected, I'm hoping that their influence will remind the others not to **** us."

"Harry is revered when it comes to fighting **** Eaters and hexing Slytherins. When it comes to naked women, men tend to act as a law unto themselves."

"I know, that's why I'm only hoping Harry's influence will restrain them. I'm working on a plan to keep them in line, but I need one of them to step out of line first. I'll tell you tomorrow, I haven't thought it through yet."

"As you wish." Said Ginny, sounding intrigued. "Why don't we take the long way, past the ground floor corridor?"

"Um okay?" replied Hermione, surprised by the change of subject. "You want to go past_"

"Absolutely, normally the corridor is crowded and busy, but after seven you can normally get them all to yourself."

"You mean you've done this before?"

"Honestly, I'm surprised you haven't."

The two witches made their way to the corridor and came to a stop in front of the Slytherin prefect and the two hanging slaves.

"Evening, ladies." Ginny greeted the three trapped naked women with a warm smile. The two slaves screeched in surprise and tried to wriggle away, unfortunately for them, the invisible ropes and suspensions didn't let them do more than shake their legs a few metres off the floor.

"Evening, Ginny. I was worried you weren't coming."

"Ginny? Are you friends with this... this Slytherin?" Stammered Hermione. Ginny laughed.

"Oh, I almost forgot you hadn't met." Hermione, this is Melanie Sout, the Slytherin that got stuck to the wall last week. Mel, this is Hermione, I've already told you everything about her."

Hermione just stood open mouthed. Even Melanie managed to chuckle, her dark breasts jiggled as she did so.

"Perhaps I owe you an explanation?" Ginny offered, Hermione said nothing so Ginny continued, "The evening after Umbridge announced that these two slaves would be hanged in the corridor at night, I decided to pay them a visit. They and their classmates had given you a severe spanking in dark arts lessons, so I thought I would enact some vengeance. Umbridge doesn't think of them as human anymore so I knew she wouldn't care."

"So in the midst of spanking these three bitches you became best friends with one, how?" Hermione didn't mean to blurt out like that, but she couldn't help herself.

"Three? I only spanked the slaves. Mel has suffered enough at our hands don't you think?"

"Wait, you told her-?"

"Not immediately. At first we just exchanged names, and agreed upon how much the slaves deserved to be punished, but after a couple of days of watching the other naked witches support each other and become more confident under your guidance, she began to realise that the real bitch that needs to be punished is Umbridge."

"What?" Hermione couldn't think straight enough to get out a complete sentence. To her surprise, Melanie answered.

"I asked Umbridge for a sheet or a cover of some kind, but she just brushed me off and kept giving feeble excuses about how 'the house elves set fire to bed sheets and we have none to spare,' or she 'cant take robes off students without written permission' in the current circumstances, I don't think anyone would have fallen for that."

"My favourite was when the 'anti conjuration enchantment over the castle, so she can't just make you something to hide behind'" interjected Ginny.

"Well anyway, Ginny told me about the philosophy that you taught the other witches and I actually feel great. Umbridge likes thinking that I'm stuck here, helpless and quivering, begging her for help, but I'm so calm about it now, it's been driving her mad. Once I told Ginny that, she confessed to stripping me naked and sticking me to this wall. You do a good confundus charm, I really do remember those slaves attacking me instead."

"I'm sorry, but I saw you following and I-" Hermione wasn't sure what to say but a stammered out apology seemed to fit.

"Don't worry," replied Melanie, "I'm glad you did it. You showed me how cruel Umbridge was and now you have a friend in Umbridge's inner circle."

"Um... great." Hermione hoped that didn't sound as unconvincing to them as it did to her.

They remained silent for a minute, before Ginny said, "Hermione! Have you spanked the slaves yet?"

"Well in lessons I practiced."

"No no no, I mean properly with your hand. It's exhilarating, I'll show you." With that, Ginny walked over to the **** that used to be called Maleficent. Ginny positioned herself just behind the quivering ****'s bottom and delivered a sharp slap. Maleficent yelped and Ginny chuckled.

"All that fuss already? We both know I can do much worse." Maleficent just whimpered in response.

"Okay, Hermione, your turn." Ginny pinched the ****'s nipples and pulled her forward, now her round backside was close to Hermione and at an almost perfect height to spank.

Hermione tried to get out a protest, but Ginny wasn't having any of it. Resigned to her fate, Hermione gave her **** a light smack.

"You can do better than that." Ginny complained, "Think of all the slapping jinxes they shot at you."

Hermione sighed, drew her hand back and brought it down with full **** onto the pale buttocks in front of her. The **** gave a scream that gave Hermione a small rush of pride.

"That's it," encouraged Ginny, "keep going, you have two slaves and not much time until we have to be back in the dungeon."

Hermione kept going, the slaves gave intermittent yelps and screeches and pleas for mercy, but to no avail, Hermione remembered what they had put her through and relished the opportunity to **** them as they had abused her. She was about to ask if Ginny was going to join in, but as she turned she stopped. Ginny was facing Melanie looking up at the Slytherin's face while squeezing her pert breast.

Ginny's pale hand and bright red hair contrasted beautifully with Melanie's black hair and brown skin, the prefect had her eyes closed and was visibly doing her best to thrust her chest forward, but the permanent sticking charm on her limbs made it difficult. Her eyes were closed and she was biting on a corner of her bottom lip.

"Ginny!" Hermione shouted, "What are you doing?"

Ginny turned around, but kept a hand on Melanie's breast, lightly pinching the nipple between two fingers. Melanie didn't seem to mind.

"Well, this is the closest thing to privacy we get normally. I don't care about the nudity anymore, I like it, but when I kiss someone I would still rather do it without people watching." Ginny tugged lightly on Melanie's nipple, causing her to let out a little gasp.

"So you're a lesbian?" Hermione felt it was a stupid thing to ask but she couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Not quite," answered Ginny coolly, "I can appreciate men and women. If we have so many different people around us why limit yourself to just a few of them?"

Hermione decided not to say anything.

"It's late." Said Ginny. "We should go back to the dungeon before Filch finds us." With that, Ginny turned and gave Melanie a full, lingering kiss on the lips and walked off in the direction of the dungeons, giving both slaves a harsh smack on the bottom as she did.