Mantopia: Mantopia, #1

By Clea Kinderton

Marion has to navigate the sexual and emotional complexities of a sexist dystopian future in which men have all the power and women have lost all their rights.

It isn't easy being Colorado Whipman's personal assistant. The hot, hunky billionaire businessman has a notoriously short fuse and his demanding, high-stakes lifestyle requires regular sessions of 'stress relief'. All part of Marion's job in this new Patriarchal culture where most women once more find themselves barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. Marion is one of the lucky ones. At least she has a job. But what does Mr. Whipman's wife think about their arrangement? More importantly, what does Marion's own husband think? In this Brave New World, cuckolding, wife-swapping, and trading sexual favors are the new normal.

It all started with an epidemic: women stopped having babies. Governments scrambled, implementing sweeping changes that cost women their rights, despite the best efforts of feminists. Corporations put their top minds to work on a solution. But the cure didn't put things back to the way they were; it changed everything. Eugina, the cutting-edge fertility technology replacing the Pill, put an end to the epidemic and gave humanity the ability to produce healthy, genetically fit children every time ... but only with the right man. To avert cultural collapse, women must now sleep with as many men as possible ... until they find a good match for their eggs. Fortunately, Invigro, the new mood enhancer for men -- Harder, Stronger, Longer -- is there to help.

This challenging, controversial, and extremely graphic near-future dystopian science fiction erotic fantasy is sure to raise more than a few questions. (Approx. 45 pg)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Red Lamp Press
• Release date: May 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393982951

Clea Kinderton

I've always had a wild imagination. I love fat fantasy novels, B movies, comic books, and scifi. But I also love romance and sex and you'll find plenty of both along with heaps of humor, mystery, and suspense jampacked into some of the hottest, hardest, kinkiest stories you may ever read. Strap yourself in, it's going to be a wild ride. I'm always interested in hearing what you have to say and welcome suggestions. You can contact me at [e-mail] and follow me on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CleaKinderton/ and Twitter: https://twitter.com/CleaKinderton.

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Mantopia

Mantopia, Volume 1

Clea Kinderton

Published by Red Lamp Press, 2019.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

MANTOPIA

First edition. May 30, 2019.

Copyright © 2019 Clea Kinderton.

ISBN: 978-1393982951

Written by Clea Kinderton.

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My mother still remembers the day she woke up and realized she’d lost all her rights. It was the same day she found out she was pregnant.

It didn’t happen overnight, of course. It was a gradual process that happened in stages, over a period of years. My mother is hazy on the details — she was in college at the time, studying biological anthropology, her mind millions of years in the past — but not everyone was as oblivious as she was. I’ve seen the videos. Demonstrations, protests, tear gas. Feminists had been shouting it from the rooftops, warning people it was going to happen. But a surprising number of women just didn’t listen. It’s easy to tell yourself that everything’s fine; that — despite appearances — everything’s going to be alright; that we live in a modern, progressive era; that things will never be as bad as they were. It’s easy to get lost in the details of living when you’re living only for yourself. Going to work, cleaning the house, raising the children. Or, as in my mother’s case, digging up and polishing really old bones. (Like my father’s, who was her professor.) There’s always so much to do.

I wish now that she’d listened. I wish that everyone had listened.

It started with a sudden startling decline in global population. Birth rates had plummeted. Investigators from the CDC soon linked it to a mutation causing the development of a third, mutated X chromosome in women. The mutation rendered women infertile, spreading rapidly through the population, but no one could determine the cause.

That should have been a good thing, because it was happening even among the poor, and in Third World nations. Among the people who could least afford the burden of parenting. To the optimists, it looked like we might finally be able to dig ourselves out of the hole we were in. Turn the world around. Save the polar bears. Get a handle on environmental collapse. Avoid the armed conflicts produced by coastal flooding, epidemics, and famine. To the religious, it looked like the beginning of the End Times.

But things moved a little too quickly, even for the optimists. Experts started comparing humans to honeybees, people to pandas in captivity. Talking heads wondered aloud, on mainstream media, who would care for the elderly? Who would maintain the infrastructure? Keep society running? There was talk of imminent cultural collapse. Even the end of civilization as we know it.

Governments the world over panicked. They began implementing stringent reproductive policies aimed at turning things around. Individual women, we were told, no longer had the luxury of deciding for themselves whether they would or would not bear children. Such decisions had to be made in light of the greater good. And the greater good said that they would. At least, the ones who hadn’t yet been infected.

Corporations began to invest heavily in reproductive technology, looking for a cure to the Triple X Epidemic, or xxxidemic, the name pundits had given the mysterious plague. When they found it, they found more than they’d bargained for. They’d unlocked the secrets of genetic fitness. The crisis had been averted.

But even had circumstances allowed it, no one wanted to go back to the way things were. Unfit parents bearing unfit children wasn’t an option. Eugenics became fashionable. People talked about selective breeding at bus stops, genetically modified humans in high schools. The new birth control, christened Eugina, not only increased fertility, in contradistinction to the Pill, but was highly selective. Now, only genetically fit partners would be able to reproduce. No More Bad Babies was the motto of a new generation.

Eugina sparked a controversial new nature/nurture debate. It was the opening the ultraconservative SPNC (the Society for the Preservation and Nurture of Children, or SPANK as it was derisively known by its detractors) was looking for. What good is it producing superior humans, they argued, if there is no one at home to look after them? Women suddenly found themselves being removed from the major professions — doctors, lawyers, CEOs, STEM fields — anything that took up too much of their time and prevented them from focusing exclusively on their families. Education was scaled back. Two years of postsecondary secretarial school was considered sufficient training for any young, marriageable woman. Leave all the hard stuff to men, women were told.