I had an experience similar in some ways to this woman. The perpetrator had a similar background also - family yachts, second home in Tuscany, privately educated etc.
About the "wounded antelope" thing... It is an unfortunate fact that many of us who fall victim to this type of experience also have previous histories of child sexual abuse, neglect, living with substance abuse etc.
It took me a long time to come to terms with the reality of revictimisation and why it happens - but it happens because of the wounded antelope effect. You can blame drink all you like, but the night it happened to me, I ignored very strong feelings that I wasn't safe long before I passed out. That was very much a product of my learning history. I had been taught to push down those feelings of unease and to do the "good girl" thing - to deny my own senses to make sure I was polite and "nice" - and so I ended up in this apartment at this party that I wasn't sure about.. because all the signs were there that this was not a nice friendly guy, but I didn't know how to back away.
And what do you think that says about the person who perpetrated the crime? This person who was sneaking me doubles (which I threw out, even realising this at the time)? This person who had a bet with his friends AND MINE that he would "bed" me that night because it would be fun to do a virgin? This bit about people being less culpable because of being drunk makes no sense. Having sex with someone who is passed out is not really like sex at all. It took me years to realise this. If a man is able to maintain an erection to have sex, he is also not that drunk.
I have more memory than this girl - I wasn't as drunk at all. I have a very clear memory of saying, listen, this isn't going to happen tonight, I'm wrecked and need to sleep.... I woke up several hours later with him already doing it, pinned down by this huge rugby player and I didn't even struggle. That again was something that was a product of my learning history. I just collapsed and left my body. It was my first time having sex. He knew this. That was the point.
It has taken me nearly TWENTY YEARS to call this rape. TWENTY YEARS. And you read the media around this, and it's not hard to understand why I had that struggle. I thought I was just a stupid girl who regretted going home with the wrong guy... even when I couldn't walk for a week, even though I had no idea if he had had a condom and had to get the MAP, even though he had violently thrown me off the couch onto the floor where I lay totally frozen and silent and awake for hours. It took me years to realise that DECENT MEN do not have sex with people who are asleep or unresponsive, because they do not view women's bodies as sperm buckets for their pleasure.
I didn't report him. I wouldn't even have known to. None of my friends saw it as a problem. "My first time was fairly shit too", "Glad you got it over and done with", "I wouldn't be making a big deal out of it, men get carried away a lot of the time".
I am very grateful that in recent years, with things like Gaga's video and the Hunting Ground and the consent = like tea thing that I finally realise it was okay not to find it okay that someone decided to have sex with me when I was asleep and passed out on a couch.
That's about the only good that comes out of these kind of cases - that hopefully someone somewhere will read about all this and think, heck yeah, that happened to me and that's called RAPE. And it is not my fault.