Dr. Gamma Leads You Into Her Lab.

You follow the nice Doctor down a few hallways. She has to scan a keycard in order to get through almost every door.

You can't help but rub at the growing heat on your cheek where Mr. Rekin slapped you.
You haven't been manhandled like that since... Man, It must have been basic training!
When you were born, (rather, flushed out of your cloning pod) you and the rest of your batch were placed into basic training. It was all pretty standard stuff, you learned basic test procedure, compliance, sexual etiquette, that kinda stuff. You learned how to get on your knees and follow orders. And you passed with flying colours, thank you very much.
But there was this one handler, Mr. Wano. He was so mean to you. He yelled at you, beat you, and fucked you silly whenever he pleased.
Man, you hated him...

Dr. Gamma finally stops in front of a big metal door. There is a plate on the front that reads
"SUPER-SOLDIER BREEDING PROJECT/DR. GAMMA"
Dr. Gamma says "Well, this is us!"
She slots her keycard into a card-reader next to the door. The door slides open and she leads you inside.
The lab is messy but not in a lived in way. There are boxes everywhere, small foam pellets litter the floor and a lot of the equipment is wrapped in plastic. In the corner, there is a small kitchen and a bed set into the wall.
Right across from the door, a window that spans across nearly the whole wall. On the other side is what appears to be some living quarters. They look fairly lived in. Nicer that yours, actually...
Oh, Wait, This must be an Observation Center!
These are for long term experiments. On this side is a lab with everything needed for long-term observation. On the other side is an apartment for the Subject to live in. A controlled environment or some such.
You've always wanted to see this side of one...

Dr. Gamma picks up a scanner off of a table and runs it over your body. She hovers it over your womb as the device hums and clicks.
"Oh, look at you..." She mutters. "Days barely started and you've already been put through the ringer."
Her eyes light up as she looks at the scanner. "Perfect!"
She plugs the scanner into a console nearby and leans against it, facing you.
"Okay, so I'm sure that you've got some questions!" She says, folding her arms.
"Oh no, Ma'am. I'm just waiting for my assignment." You say.
"Yeah, I bet." She says, smirking. "So here's what's up: I've been working on the super-soldier program for a few years now and I noticed that we've been de-commissioning most of them after just a few years of duty."
She sits down in a nearby chair. "We've been spending millions of credits on genetically engineering these fighting machines and then they just go to waste. But then, I remembered you guys. We do the exact same thing with Sex Subjects. A few years and then we trash em. But, you're both created with the same cloning process. Now, the Soldiers get a lot more tinkering but at the end of the day it's the same result."
"So, why have them go to waste? Why don't we put them together?"
You can't help but say, "Um, Ma'am, I'm afraid I don't understand..."

She says to you, "Oh, well, long story short is; I'm going to put you in the same room as a super-soldier and have 'em pump a few loads into you. Once you pop out a few babies, we'll see what we get! If it's good, we'll do it again. If not... Well, that's not your problem."