It was not that Lemostra could stop time completely. Who could do that? An impossible feat, he thought, certainly beyond his powers. But he could send time into a loop for one or perhaps two people at a time - and, moreover, just leave it like that for them. It took a very conscious will to start time again for those people. He was an old man now and had been collecting for over fifty years.
Collecting? Why yes; perfect specimens of humanity either singly, in coitus or other sexual act. Philippe and Madeleine - so beautiful in body: so unpleasant in mind, had been copulating together for over fifty years. Lemostra stood in his marbled hall with a smile to his face as he admired the couple. Of course their hairstyles were not a la mode but their bodies betrayed no sign of their true age. They were not simply time frozen statues: no, far from it. They were like, to use a very modern analogy 'animated gifs,' only life sized in 3D and real. For fifty years Philippe's beautiful long penis had slid steadily in and out of Madeleine's moist vagina; for fifty years his testes had swung back and forth together within their scrotum; for fifty years Madeleine had knelt and received her lover's penis in the way of the animals; for fifty years her perfect breasts had swung to and fro and for many a fine morning in those fifty years Lemostra had sat near the couple and read his newspaper or enjoyed his morning croissant and freshly made pot of coffee whilst to his ears came the very faint splish, splash of their working genitalia.
Lemostra did not know what would happen when he died. He rather suspected Philippe and Madeleine would be released from their half century copulation; whether for Philippe to finally ejaculate or for them to separate in shock and disbelief at finding themselves on a plinth in a hall they would not remember at all. They had, after all, been 'acquired' in the privacy of a hotel bedroom - a hotel long demolished. Difficult to imagine their shock at seeing the other 'exhibits' so beautifully naked and many having been engaged in similar private activities - the more so when they all discovered just what the year was and how time had passed. It would make the newspapers. But whether he could imagine it all or not, he would certainly not see it. Lemostra sighed and walked slowly to his next exhibit. He was in a mood of introspection and melancholy.
He could not recall the man's name though he could the circumstances of the 'collection.' Lemostra remembered enjoying the girl but had not retained her. Her body had not been unattractive - far from it - but he had not seen it as the right one to display opposite the man. The man had been collected as he had walked towards the now nameless girl in the sunshine of a glorious afternoon at a private outdoor swimming pool. He had been swimming and Lemostra had admired the man's physique. The girl had been teasing him for some time and he had more than once betrayed his interest and then she had dared him to swim naked. It was after swimming, and after much further teasing, when he had risen from the pool and walked towards the girl, dripping water and superbly erect, that Lemostra had made his move. Twenty five years later, with his body still wet from the pool, the nameless man was caught as he paused feet from the girl his eyes staring and his penis trembling. The man was black as the proverbial; tall - perhaps six foot six - and with his taut buttocks and hard stomach he was the most perfect specimen of manhood in Lemostra's collection and perhaps he had ever seen. And the penis was nothing short of magnificent - it was difficult to describe it as otherwise, but the adjective 'large' or even 'very large' also needed to be applied. It curved perfectly upwards and stood high with its unusually bulbous helmet like head, peeled, shiny and firm. It had been erect, magnificently erect, for twenty five years and Lemostra hoped it would stay so for many more!
He had paired 'the Penis,' as he liked to refer to the man with a very different girl from the one the man had actually been walking towards all those many years ago. Lemostra had certainly enjoyed the girl by the pool in the Penis's stead whilst she and the man had just stood frozen in time. It was he, Lemostra, who had removed the girl's bikini, not 'the Penis,' and it had been his erection which had penetrated and eventually released its semen. 'The Penis' had never had the opportunity.
Moving the man had not been easy, but it never was. Moving a time frozen living statue would be difficult: transporting safely one that moved a little was even more difficult. He had servants and a large van and they were experienced at the task. He paid them well but they also knew he could deal summarily with any disloyalty. Matt Trent was not in the displayed collection, was not naked or engaged in sexual activity but nonetheless he had been time frozen even as he revealed his act of disloyalty. He was in a dark and dusty cupboard, still crying, "no!" every five seconds.
The young girl, and she was still young, set opposite 'the Penis' was a recent acquisition. For many years Lemostra had displayed a man seemingly walking towards 'the Penis.' It had amused him to think of the shock of the two men had they suddenly been able to see not the girls they had been approaching but each other, so male and so proudly erect, looking towards each other with such amorous intent! It had been a whimsy but recently he had changed the arrangement and was delighted with the effect.
The young girl, skin like alabaster and with the most wonderful Titian hair was caught bending to pick a flower. Her face such a picture of innocence, her bending so natural but the vulnerability of her sex and indeed her bottom so perfectly revealed in the bending. And there she was, her little budding breasts, the deep copper red of her tightly curled pubic hair so perfect, her apparent sweet innocence almost perfuming the air, bending to pick a flower unaware, for she looked the other way, that the largest erection she could ever possibly see was feet behind her. The man big in all senses of the word and she so petite.
He had acquired her on another perfectly sunny day. She was not actually as innocent, or as young, as perhaps she appeared and had been picnicking and playing games with her boyfriend in the hills. They had in fact already copulated once and were walking naked in post coital relaxation. Lemostra's binoculars had caught them and his mind had frozen them. The boyfriend he had not retained and, no doubt, as it was still only a few weeks later, was still hunting for his girl who had so suddenly seemed to disappear. It had, of course, made the newspapers.
Lemostra stood looking at the girl. Perhaps later he would come up behind her. The exhibits were not, after all, totally for show. Her vagina was as warm and moist as when first acquired: only now it was now somewhat fuller with time frozen semen than it had been when first it had joined the collection but not, of course, from 'the Penis.'
A perfectionist Lemostra only retained those in the most pleasing of attitudes. Of course he could start and stop their time when acquiring for a little bit until he was happy: but he could not go back to an earlier pose. Time, after all, only flowed forwards - when it flowed. It was difficult and exacting work. He was a small man, in many ways, slight of build and able to slip into rooms and hide with extraordinary ease. It was almost as if people did not notice him.
One of his favourite pieces was the 'Dream of Lesbos.' Most of his collection he had named! The perfection of this piece was subtle. The two girls he had admired for days, had certainly known they were intimate and had resolved to inspect their activities. It was the fourth attempt at stopping them that had really worked. The first three poses had been pleasing but nothing like the fourth. The girls simply delightful, one so Nordic, so blond: the other so Indian, so brown. Both with long hair but such a contrast between the blond and the luxurious blue black. Their breasts both ample but the Nordic girl's areolae so tiny and the Indian's so large. The Nordic girl denuded down below: the Indian quite the opposite.
