Zira was inclined not to squirm, to protect his feathers. he was relatively certain she would take care not to injure his wings, but if he moved, it would be his fault. He stood still, shifting only slightly at the moment of impact.
The third stike of the whip had him brace a foot forward, his face a picture of exquisite pain. Not to mention the frustration of his fully hard and bound cock, straining agianst the cage that denied him any pleasure. It took all his will power not to try to rip to device off him then and there, but he looked to his demon, held Crowley's gaze,a nd fought the urge to touch himself.