Peyton List’s Bad Day Part 2
Maddie Ziegler vs Peyton List
The gym locker room was humid, the faint scent of sweat and shampoo lingering in the air as Peyton List stumbled in, her body aching from the brutal beating she’d taken earlier at Hollywood’s hottest new lunch spot. Her beige top was torn, barely clinging to her bruised chest, and her black shorts were smeared with grime from the restaurant floor. Every step sent a jolt of pain through her crotch and chest, the aftermath of Kiernan Shipka’s relentless assault still fresh—her pussy throbbing from repeated knees and her tits marked with angry red welts from Kiernan’s nails. Peyton’s face was a mess of smeared makeup and dried tears, her blonde hair tangled and wild. She just wanted to shower, change, and forget the humiliation of losing that fight over a stupid table in front of Hollywood’s elite.
She tossed her gym bag and tattered clothes onto the bench in front of a row of blue lockers, not noticing—or caring—that her stuff was blocking access to one of them. All she could think about was the hot water waiting to wash away the shame. After a quick, painful shower, Peyton wrapped a towel around herself and shuffled back to the locker area, her movements slow and deliberate as she tried to avoid aggravating her injuries. She started pulling on her fresh clothes—a black sleeveless bodysuit with orange accents—wincing as the fabric brushed against her tender chest.
That’s when Maddie Ziegler walked in. Fresh from a workout, Maddie was still in her white tank top and white sweatpants with black designs scrawled across them, her blonde hair tied back in a messy ponytail. She radiated confidence, her toned arms glistening with a light sheen of sweat. But her expression soured the moment she saw Peyton’s belongings sprawled across the bench, blocking her locker. Maddie’s eyes narrowed, her patience already thin from a grueling dance session. She had no idea what Peyton had just been through—and frankly, she didn’t care.
“Move your crap, Peyton,” Maddie snapped, her voice sharp as she kicked Peyton’s bag aside with her sneaker. “I don’t care what happened to you. Some of us actually have places to be.”
Peyton, already on edge, whipped around, her towel slipping slightly as she clutched it to her chest. Her green eyes blazed with a mix of pain and fury. “Back off, Maddie,” she hissed, her voice hoarse from screaming earlier. “I’m not in the mood for your shit right now.”
Maddie scoffed, crossing her arms and stepping closer, her posture daring Peyton to make a move. “Oh, I’m sorry, princess—did someone mess up your perfect little day? Boo-hoo. Get over yourself and move your stuff, or I’ll do it for you.”
That was the spark that ignited the fire. Peyton’s humiliation from Kiernan’s beatdown was still raw, and Maddie’s lack of sympathy pushed her over the edge. Dropping her towel entirely, now standing in just her bodysuit, Peyton lunged forward and shoved Maddie hard, her hands slamming into Maddie’s shoulders. “I said back off!” Peyton screamed, her voice echoing off the locker room walls.
Maddie stumbled back, her back slamming into the blue lockers with a metallic clang. Her eyes widened in shock for a split second before narrowing into slits of rage. “You wanna go, Peyton?” she snarled, shoving off the lockers and charging at Peyton. She grabbed Peyton’s shoulders and pushed her back, slamming her against the opposite row of lockers. The impact made Peyton gasp, the cold metal biting into her already bruised back, but she didn’t hesitate. She reached up, grabbed a fistful of Maddie’s blonde ponytail, and yanked down hard, forcing Maddie’s head back.
Maddie yelped, her hands flailing as she tried to break free, but Peyton was fueled by desperation. Using her grip on Maddie’s hair, Peyton pulled her down further and drove her knee up into Maddie’s stomach with a sickening thud. Maddie gasped, the air rushing out of her as she doubled over, clutching her midsection. “You bitch!” Maddie wheezed, but Peyton wasn’t done. She released Maddie’s hair and grabbed her shoulders, shoving her down to her knees before aiming a wild slap at her face. The crack of the hit echoed in the locker room, Maddie’s head snapping to the side, a red handprint blooming on her cheek.
But Maddie wasn’t going down that easily. She surged upward, tackling Peyton around the waist and driving her back against the lockers again. They hit with a loud bang, Peyton’s head smacking against the metal, making her vision blur for a moment. Maddie took advantage, her hands going straight for Peyton’s already battered chest. She clawed relentlessly at Peyton’s tits through the bodysuit, her nails digging into the tender, bruised flesh. Peyton screamed, the pain excruciating as Maddie’s fingers twisted and pulled, reopening the welts left by Kiernan. “How’s that feel, huh?” Maddie taunted, her voice dripping with venom as she squeezed harder.
Peyton thrashed, her hands clawing at Maddie’s wrists, trying to pry her off. “Get off me, you psycho!” she shrieked, her voice raw. With a desperate burst of energy, she bucked her hips and managed to throw Maddie off, sending her stumbling back. Peyton lunged forward, her hands targeting Maddie’s chest in retaliation. She grabbed the straps of Maddie’s tank top and yanked down hard, exposing Maddie’s sports bra, then sank her nails into Maddie’s smaller tits, clawing at the soft flesh. Maddie gasped, the sharp pain making her jerk back, but she fought through it, grabbing Peyton’s wrists and twisting them until Peyton was forced to let go.
The two women stumbled apart for a moment, circling each other like wounded animals, their chests heaving as they panted. Peyton’s bodysuit was stretched and torn at the seams, her face contorted in pain and rage. Maddie’s tank top hung loosely off one shoulder, her cheek still red from the slap, her eyes burning with defiance. “You’re gonna regret that,” Maddie growled, lunging forward again.
This time, Maddie aimed low, tackling Peyton to the tiled floor. They hit hard, rolling across the cold surface in a tangle of limbs, the crowd of gym-goers who had started to gather around them gasping and murmuring. Maddie ended up on top, straddling Peyton’s waist, and she wasted no time. Her hands went straight back to Peyton’s chest, squeezing and twisting her already tortured tits with ruthless precision. Peyton screamed, her body arching off the floor as the pain overwhelmed her, tears welling in her eyes. “I’ll rip these off!” Maddie hissed, her nails leaving fresh crescent marks on Peyton’s skin.
Peyton’s hands flailed, finally finding Maddie’s hair again. She yanked Maddie’s head down, their faces inches apart, and drove her knee up, aiming for Maddie’s stomach again. The blow landed, making Maddie groan and loosen her grip just enough for Peyton to roll them over, reversing their positions. Now on top, Peyton straddled Maddie’s hips and went straight for her chest, her hands clawing at Maddie’s sports bra and digging into her tits. Maddie screamed, her body writhing beneath Peyton as the pain shot through her, but she wasn’t out yet. She reached up, grabbing Peyton’s hair with both hands and pulling her down, then slammed her fist into Peyton’s stomach, forcing her to double over.
Both women rolled again, locked in a brutal struggle, their screams and grunts filling the locker room. Peyton managed to pin Maddie beneath her for a moment, her hands wrapping around Maddie’s throat as she tried to choke her out. But Maddie drove her knee up, this time aiming for Peyton’s crotch. The impact was devastating—Peyton’s scream was bloodcurdling, her hands flying to her core as the pain from Kiernan’s earlier attacks flared up again. She collapsed forward, giving Maddie the chance to roll them over and pin Peyton beneath her.
Maddie straddled Peyton’s chest, her knees pinning Peyton’s arms to the floor. She slammed her fists into Peyton’s tits, each punch drawing a sob from Peyton as her bruised chest took even more punishment. “Give up, Peyton!” Maddie shouted, her voice hoarse but fierce. But Peyton wasn’t done. With a surge of adrenaline, she managed to free one arm and reached up, clawing at Maddie’s face. Her nails raked across Maddie’s cheek, leaving red scratches, and Maddie jerked back, giving Peyton just enough room to buck her off.
They scrambled to their feet, both battered and exhausted, their clothes in tatters. Maddie’s tank top was barely hanging on, her sports bra scratched and stretched, while Peyton’s bodysuit was ripped at the sides, her chest and thighs marked with fresh scratches and bruises. They charged at each other again, colliding in the middle of the locker room. Peyton grabbed Maddie’s hair and pulled her into a headlock, using her free hand to slam a fist into Maddie’s stomach. Maddie gasped, her hands flailing, but she managed to twist free, her nails raking across Peyton’s thigh as she escaped.
“You’re done, Peyton!” Maddie roared, tackling her against the lockers again. She grabbed Peyton’s hair, slamming her head back against the metal, then drove her fist into Peyton’s right breast, the impact making Peyton slump, her body trembling. But Peyton fought back with a desperate surge, pushing off the lockers and tackling Maddie to the ground. She straddled Maddie’s stomach, her hands going straight for Maddie’s chest, clawing and twisting with ruthless intent. Maddie’s screams were deafening, her body thrashing as Peyton’s nails tore into her.
The fight dragged on, both women relentless, their attacks growing more savage. Maddie managed to roll them over again, pinning Peyton beneath her and targeting her crotch, slamming her fist down with all her strength. Peyton’s scream was anguished, her body convulsing as the pain became unbearable. But she retaliated, reaching up and clawing at Maddie’s chest, her fingers pinching Maddie’s nipples through the sports bra. Maddie howled, her body jerking, but she didn’t let up, her hands returning to Peyton’s chest, twisting her nipples until Peyton was sobbing in agony.
The fight had reached its brutal climax. Both women were battered, their clothes in tatters—Maddie’s white tank top and sweatpants were torn, her sports bra scratched and stretched, while Peyton’s black bodysuit was ripped at the seams, her bruised chest and crotch throbbing from the relentless attacks. They’d been clawing, punching, and screaming for what felt like an eternity, neither willing to back down. But Maddie was starting to gain the upper hand, her dancer’s endurance giving her an edge over the already exhausted Peyton, who was still reeling from her earlier beatdown by Kiernan Shipka.
They rolled across the tiled floor, locked in a vicious struggle, their screams echoing off the locker room walls. Peyton had just managed to claw at Maddie’s chest, her nails digging into Maddie’s sports bra, drawing a sharp scream from her. But Maddie’s rage burned hotter. With a snarl, she grabbed Peyton’s wrists and twisted them, forcing her to release. Using her powerful legs, Maddie shifted her position, rolling Peyton onto her back and trapping her head between her thighs in a crushing head scissor.
Peyton’s eyes widened in panic as Maddie’s thighs clamped down around her head, squeezing with relentless force. Maddie’s sweatpants were stretched tight over her legs, the fabric rubbing against Peyton’s face as she tightened the hold, her dancer’s strength on full display. Peyton thrashed, her hands clawing at Maddie’s thighs, but the pressure was unbearable—her head felt like it was being crushed in a vise, her already bruised face turning red as she struggled to breathe. “Give up, you pathetic bitch!” Maddie growled, her voice hoarse but fierce as she flexed her legs even harder, her thighs trembling with the effort.
Peyton’s screams were muffled against Maddie’s sweatpants, her body writhing on the cold tile as the pain overwhelmed her. She tried to buck Maddie off, her legs kicking wildly, but Maddie held firm, her hands gripping Peyton’s hair to keep her in place. The small crowd of gym-goers watching the fight murmured in awe, some filming the scene as Peyton’s resistance began to fade. Her hands fell to her sides, her body going limp as the lack of air and the crushing pressure on her skull became too much. With a weak, choked sob, Peyton tapped Maddie’s thigh, signaling her submission. “I… give…” she gasped, her voice barely audible.
Maddie didn’t release the head scissor immediately. She kept the hold for a few more seconds, savoring Peyton’s defeat, her thighs still squeezing as Peyton’s body twitched beneath her. Finally, she loosened her grip, letting Peyton’s head fall to the floor with a dull thud. Peyton lay there, gasping for air, her face flushed and bruised, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clutched her head in agony. But Maddie wasn’t done humiliating her.
With a smirk, Maddie stood up, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She looked down at Peyton, who was too weak to move, her body a wreck of bruises and torn fabric. Maddie adjusted her torn sweatpants, then turned around, positioning herself directly over Peyton’s face. “You’re not done yet,” Maddie sneered, lowering herself down into a squat until her ass, still clad in the tight sweatpants, was planted firmly on Peyton’s face in a suffocating ass smother.
Peyton’s muffled scream was barely audible as Maddie’s weight pressed down, her ass covering Peyton’s nose and mouth completely. Peyton’s hands weakly pushed at Maddie’s thighs, but she had no strength left to fight back. The gym-goers gasped, some cheering Maddie on as she ground her hips slightly, ensuring Peyton couldn’t breathe. “How’s that feel, huh?” Maddie taunted, her voice dripping with venom as she kept the smother in place, her hands on her hips as she looked down at Peyton’s struggling form.
Peyton’s body twitched, her legs kicking feebly as she fought for air, but Maddie didn’t let up. She stayed there for a full minute, her ass smothering Peyton into complete submission, the humiliation absolute. Finally, Maddie stood up, leaving Peyton gasping and sobbing on the floor, her face red and streaked with tears, her pride shattered for the second time that day.
Maddie adjusted her torn tank top, shooting a final glare at Peyton as she limped over to her locker. “Don’t ever block my locker again, loser,” she spat, grabbing her stuff and walking out, leaving Peyton to curl up on the floor, broken and defeated, the taste of her humiliation lingering as the crowd dispersed.
