Anti-Social Engineering

Anti-Social Engineering is an interactive story lead by NotAGentleMan. This story is focused on the usage of social media and technology to blackmail and manipulate a young girl online. The story is written in second person from the perspective of a middle-aged male pedophile who prefers to indulge in his fantasies from the comfort of his room, using manipulation, deception and blackmail to coerce and humiliate his unfortunate targets. Whilst he may eventually use his talents to enable a physical rendezvous, this will not happen anytime soon and is not the focus of early parts of the story.

I will be primarily focused on establishing the main routes through Annabelle's story and therefore will be focused on the content I find interesting. Anyone who wishes to add additional routes, or write for a different character, may do although I ask that you tell me first what you are planning to do on my talk page and wait for my permission, just to ensure that your idea fits and will maintain the ethos of the story. I reserve the right to edit, completely revise or even remove sections by other authors that I am not happy with. Feel free to edit spelling and grammar at will though!

This story will be focused on 'realism', so no lolis who are magically horned up to have sex with a balding fat middle aged man! The characters will fit within their characterization (so an innocent girl won't just freely share nudes without the necessary groundwork), and their responses to the actions of the protagonist should feel realistic and justified. The majority of the techniques that the protagonist uses within this story are based in reality, although some specifics may occasionally be simplified or fictionalized for the pacing of the story (for instance what might take months to achieve in real life might be condensed into the space of a few days).

Feedback is welcome, particularly if you feel that the actions of any of the characters are unrealistic or not earned. Whilst this story is certainly more smut focused than a literary endeavor, it is important to me that all of the characters act and feel real. I'm always more than happy to listen to constructive criticism.

Anyways,thanks for reading and without further ado on to the story!

--NotAGentleMan (talk) 09:34, 22 May 2023 (UTC)

Anti-Social Engineering

The familiar whir of an overworking computer fan reverberates around the walls of your attic office, as your 5 year old desktop computer begins to chug to life. You reprimand yourself, as you have done every day for the past four and a half years for not cleaning the blasted thing, as you can hear the fan, clearly covered in 5 years worth of detritus desperately try to stop the machine from overheating. In the brief moment before your computer sends a signal, you stare at your distorted reflection in the black surface of the monitor. A fat, unattractive middle-aged male face stares back at you. If you were to glance down you would see a pot-belly desperately trying to push out of your stained blue t-shirt like an alien out of John Hurt and the fat meat-slabs that you call legs, uncovered save for the threadbare boxer shorts that conceal your optimistic 6 inches. Whilst you aren't disgusted by what you see, you are certainly glad you didn't make your fortune by working in a mirror factory. Instead you made your millions working in the tech industry. You started a small computer security firm that you sold to an international banking conglomerate for a not inconsiderate amount of money which, after some lucky cryptocurrency investments, crossed the border from not inconsiderate into eye-watering. That is how, at the age of 45 you have retired, now making your attic conversion less of an office and more of a wanking room.

You open the drawer that is on the right side of the desk that you are sitting at, picking up some noise-cancelling headphones that you plug in to your computer tower. You then take the drawer fully out of the desk, reaching underneath the bottom of the drawer for the hard-drive that you know is taped to the bottom. You always keep the room to your attic locked, and it's not like you live with anyone anyway, but you can never be too safe you think to yourself as you also plug it in to your computer.

You've lived alone in this house since your parents passed away when you were 20. There aren't many benefits to having both your parents die when you were still so young, but it certainly has prevented them from asking you any questions that would be difficult to answer, for instance "Why are you still single?", or for that matter "Why have you never had a significant relationship?". The truth is that you were incredibly sexually active as a teenager, unfortunately as you grew up you found that your sexual attraction did not. You have had a few brief but rather unfulfilling sexual relationships with adults, but it didn't take too many attempts before you were able to diagnose the real problem. You are a pedophile. You've never physically acted on these urges, partly because the opportunity has never presented itself to you, but mostly because whilst you are hardly a fashionista you really don't think you could pull off an orange jumpsuit.

You rest against the leather back of your swivel chair and stare at your computer screen as it boots up. Your left hand snakes underneath the waistband of your boxers, whilst your right hand grasps the mouse, as you open up the file directory and select your external encrypted hard drive, typing in the password that you designed to be easily typable with one hand predisposed. You recently downloaded a new batch of material last night and so you navigate through the file directory to the latest material. You browse through clicking from picture to picture, video to video, but none of them particularly take you fancy. After 45 years of being hands off, of simply being content to be a viewer, it seems that your dick has made the decision for you, if you want to get yourself off you are going to have to become more of an active participant.

Still, you have no desire to leave this room and do something rash that could get you caught, but you realize that with your many years of experience in dealing with people in your role as CEO, coupled with your technical expertise and your newly acquired free time you could probably manipulate some unfortunate young girl to send you whatever material you wanted. Just the thought of that causes your cock to throb in your hand. You've never thought of yourself as a particularly good person, and you have no need to prove yourself to anyone, and so right then and there you make the decision: you are going to find a little girl online and make her yours.

An hour later your web browser is open with tab after tab. Every social media application you know of is open somewhere in your browser, YouTube, TikTok, Twitter, Instagram. You begin to click through looking through the sea of young girls who really shouldn't even be allowed on the internet. You lick your lips at the thought of all of the things that you could make these children do.

Who will be your first target?

If you wish to add any other characters that you wish to work on yourself, please feel free! I am actively working on Annabelle for the foreseeable future and could use some help!

Anti-Social Engineering

Anti-Social Engineering

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