Yes

"Not right?" Jenna snarled as she mauled Rachel's breasts. "You know what's not right? Making a girl feel like shit because she's different. Treating her like a monster because she wants someone to love her."

Jenna pulled Rachel's long skirt up with one hand while continuing to play with the religious girl's breasts with the other. Rachel wanted to push the girl away, but couldn't take her hands off the accursed statue. "I just didn't want to be alone. I wanted someone to accept me, to love me." Her hand moved up Rachel's thigh. The other girl squirmed, but couldn't get away. "I wanted... this," Jenna concluded as she slipped her fingers inside Rachel's panties and began to play with her quim.

Jenna's touch was a revelation -- Rachel had never felt anything so good in her whole life. She felt a strange wetness in her vagina as Jenna's fingers worked a magic no less potent than what the statue inflicted on her. She had to fight, she KNEW she had to fight, but surrender felt so good... She gushed.

"You're like me now," Jenna said.

Rachel shook her head weakly. "Not like you," she slurred, praying that she could fight clear of this temptation.

"Looks like you need stronger medicine," Jenna said. She stood and slipped out of her jeans and panties. Rachel stared at the redhead's pussy.

"Suck it."

"Lick it."

"It is your destiny."

She resisted the urge to dive in and lick the beautiful flower, but it took all her willpower to do so.

"Stubborn," Jenna sighed, and pulled the other girl's head into her cunt. "Lick!"

Rachel did. Softened up as she was from the Idol's voice in her head and the ecstacy of her first orgasm the wonderful smell of a woman's arousal was too much for her. The taste was wonderful, and she felt an absurd sense of accomplishment when Jenna came due to her efforts.

"You win," she said after Jenna let her head go. "I'm like you now. I'm a lesbian."

"That's right," Jenna said. "And now you're going to experience everything I did. You can try to stay in the closet, but I don't think you'll last very long before you give yourself away. Then comes the alienation, the contempt, all your friends turning on you... it'll be worse for you because your family will join in. Your precious papa will probably throw you out of the house once he finds out. Unless..."

Jenna saw hope starting to war with fear in Rachel's face. She had to give Reverend Fuller-Shit that much credit -- his fire and brimstone tactics were very effective. Terrorize the audience with the threat of Hell, then offer them a way out, and plenty would scramble to take it. Jenna felt a glimmer of sympathy for the girl. Her father had been subjecting her to this kind of emotional **** her whole life. No wonder she'd bought into it and become what she had.

"Unless you join us. Use the Idol's power to convert others. We won't be alone then. When there are enough of us we can protect ourselves. When there are enough of us we can change the world. Make it better. End the bullies' reign forever."