In reality human clones would be as human as anyone else. Their nature would be genetic and their memories their personal experiences. Who they are would be who they choose to be. Cloning is entirely plausible. Generating an adult complete with memories is sheer fantasy as of yet. Alas, the fantasy is what makes the idea so very interesting.
Human beings mass-produced to serve an agenda not their own: intriguing. A crowd of sexy women who all look alike: wow. Helpless clone women as the expendable foot soldiers of villainy: how delightfully wrong.
The Amazons of Classical Mythology were a nation and army of women who ventured out on bold campaigns only to be slaughtered or sexually enslaved. What if they were an inexhaustible supply of cheap and easily mass-produced clone women? The grimly erotic misadventures would never end! I turned this ticklish fancy into art and fiction.
Ideas are useless unless used. Fantasies are meaningless unless they have a story. Silly can be gritty if taken seriously. True to my philosophy I turned an army of clone women uniformed in hooded swimsuits into the Amazons of a space opera.
Appreciate your inspirations and make use of them. Never be ashamed of what you love. Sublimate and articulate your every fantasy. I heed my own advice and am wondrously blessed for it. May your own endeavors inspire us all.