Customs border

Carol sighed. Another boring day was ahead of her. She had been working at this airport, checking travellers' IDs for the past five years and had never found anything worth mentionning. She looked at her reflection, in the mirror of the bathroom or the airport, and tried to look focused. She frowned when she noticed a woman right behind her, staring at her with a smile. That was weird, she thought. She hadn't heard her entering the bathroom.

-Can I help you? she asked.

-As a matter of fact, you can, said Camilla, approaching the customs officer with a creepy look. Give me your clothes.

Carol opened her mouth to protest, ready to tell this weirdo to fuck off, but widened her eyes when she saw her hands obey the order, unbuttoning her uniform, revealing her perky tits, hidden by her bra, followed by her athletic legs. A minute later, she was standing completely naked, in the middle of the bathroom, as Camilla was taking off her own clothes.

At the same time, the door opened and a blonde woman entered the room.

-I'll be right back, honey, she said to a guy who was staying outside. Just give me a minute.

The young woman suddenly froze when she saw the two naked women in front of her.

-Um...what's going on here?

Camilla turned towards her, furious to be interrupted.

-Amnesia, she whispered between her teeth.

Her magic hit the newcomer right in the face, causing her to freeze, her face now completely void of emotions.

-I...I...

This was the last attempt the newcomer ever tried to speak a sentence. Had Camilla taken her time, she would have been able to erase only the memory of her exchanging her clothes with a customs officer. Instead, she had squeezed every memory in her head and ripped them out brutally, leaving the victim incapable of remembering her boyfriend waiting outside of the bathroom, nor her friends and family, nor the ability to speak English. She looked at her, confused, her eyes full of fear of this place she didn't know, not able to remember her own name.

-Everything alright?

-Ba...ga...ba...

She tried to produce sounds, but couldn't remember how to speak words. Camilla smiled as she saw a wet spot appearing on her pants. She had come here to piss, but had forgotten how to use a toilet, or how to control her bladder. The last memory that left her now empty brain was how to stand on her feet, causing her to collapse on the ground, sobbing like a baby. The contrast between her generous curves, especially her impressive rack highlighted by her position on all fours, and the primitive state her brain had come back to.

-My God, stammered the customs officer. What did you do?

-I don't like being interrupted.

Without a word more, Camilla grabbed the uniform on the ground and put it on. She magically changed the size to make sure she would fit in it, before looking at her reflection in the mirror with a satisfied nod.

-That will do.

-Please, said the officer, visibly scared by what she had just witnessed. You can have my uniform, but don't brainwash me like you did with her.

Camilla looked at her previous victim, a sexy blonde, now crawling in her own piss, and laughed.

-Don't worry. Your mind will remain intact.

Before her next victim could say anything, she snapped her fingers. A moment later, where Carol used to stand, there was a small grey mouse, running through the room with squeeky noises, obviously panicked.

-You're free to go now, but be carefull, if your former colleagues see you, they may try to crush you.

Amused at the chaos she had caused in a couple minutes only, Camilla bursted out laughing and left the bathroom. When she pushed the door, she saw a tall and muscular guy waiting, probably the brainwashed blonde's boyfriend.

-What's taking her so long? he muttered to himself.

Camilla froze, maybe he could be useful.

-Come with me.

She made a gesture in front of his face, and his eyes immediately became glassy. She would obey his mistress from now on. She had to. She followed her, having already forgotten about his girlfriend crawling on the other side of the door.

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-Ah, finally.

Camilla sighed when she finally saw Peter's family in the line, waiting to board their plane. For the past half an hour, she had been pretending to be a customs officer, sitting at her desk, separated from the travellers by a glass obstacle. While she was dealing with these, the guy she had picked up was under her desk. She had put her skirt and panties down to her ankles, and her new toy was on all fours, burying his tongue in her pussy, his mind incapable of thinking of anything else than pleasing his mistress. Nobody could see him, and only a moan form Camilla, once in a while, indicated that something enjoyable was happening to her. She gently stroke this guy's hair. She had seen a team from security carry his girlfriend out of the bathroom, but he didn't seem to mind at all, hypnotized by the scent of her juices.

-Hello.

Camilla smiled, as she recognized Laura. The wife and mother was facing the witch, far from knowing what was in store for her. The latter nodded, satisfied of this turn of event. Behind Laura, the rest of the family was waiting for their turn, at a security distance.

-Passport please, she said.

She was gonna make sure this trip didn't go as planned.